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suntails · 8 months

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blessed be the night

#my friend sent me the song 'hijo de la luna' and said it's silver-core and ive been looping it for 3 days. i um. im normal #its got this haunting energy to it thats so GOOD. the moon wants a kid and silver is that kid babey. reminds me of ell's fic hollow moon...#but yea SOLAR ECLIPSE PIECE BABEY!!!! the sun from his origins and the moon as his new home. freshly silver hair like the blocking moon #decided i wasnt gonna do lineart for this so instead i did the worlds cleanest sketch ever and u cant fuckign tell the difference. i #its giving me this strange dystopian vibe that im not like. im not MAD at it but it wasnt intentional? i dunno GHVJBDK art be weird sometim #twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver #silver vanrouge #ch 7 spoilers #book 7 spoilers #suntails #tumblr gets it first again YYYIPPEEEEEEEE

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cupophrogs · 2 months

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Hey DD. How have you been. You’ve been quiet.

“Thankfully, most of the vending machines are intact and full, so we won’t be starving while Cherub’s leg heals. Thing has caught him trying to sneak out far too many times.”

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weeknd-ogoc · 8 months

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LUNA, SOL Y MAR ˳ ׄ ⟡ . CARLOS SAINZ JR.

SUMMARY: in which carlos reminisces about your long relationship before he decides to propose to you. (inspired by the song, san lucas by kevin kaarl) FACE CLAIM: cindy kimberly CONTAINS: overprotective parents, major fluff, making out and carlos catching a feel! AUTHOR'S NOTE: as a latina, i feel likes there's not many imagines with latina girls for carlos so i decided to make this for ya'll. 🩵

(the smaller words are the english translation!)

🩵 twelve years old

carlos and you had been best friends growing up so somewhere along the way the both of you ended up falling so in love with each other. at first your parents thought it was just a harmless crush so they allowed you to spend your afternoons with him.

since you guys lived a few minutes from each other, their was a little garden area near your house and that became your little spot to hangout.

"my dad's taking me on a trip to italy to enter a race tomorrow..." carlos had told you as he plucked the little blue flowers on the ground. "but i'll be back next week."

he was always worried about leaving you since he knew how harsh your parents could be with you, in the case he wasn't around he sent his older sister to make sure you were alright.

you smiled at him as he handed you one of the flowers. "lucky you, i want to go to italy some day."

the young boy plucked another flower from the ground and put it on your ear. "créeme, cuando seamos mas grandes te llevaré por todo el mundo." (believe me, when we're older i'll take you with me all around the world.)

little did you know he had actually meant that.

🌙 sixteen years old

as the new year started, carlos made it his mission to make sure you were going to be his from now on. so the next night he helped you sneak out of your room and the both of you walked to your spot — where he had set up some blankets and pillows on the ground.

"very romantic." you smiled as you laid down next to him.

god did he love that vanilla scent you had.

the both of you laid down under the stars in silence, he was trying to gain the confidence to ask you out and in doing so he slowly wrapped his arm around you.

"la luna se ve tan hermosa..." you had said as you laid comfortably against his arm. (the moon looks so beautiful)

you hadn't noticed he was actually looking into your eyes "no tan hermosa como tu." (not as beautiful as you)

this had you both screaming on the inside.

he cleared his throat and looked back up to the moon.

"it's now or never..." you mumbled out and before he could ask what you said — you had already softly pressed your lips on his.

deep down he was kind of glad you made the first move.

before you knew it the kiss was starting to get more intense and he pulled down one of your straps on your dress, which you allowed him to. "let's try to slow down..." he said in between kisses and you let out a small mhm. so the both of you tried to slow things down, but it wasn't easy since his hands were wandering and your lips had somehow attached onto his neck.

"y/n!" the both of you heard which made you guys jump up — you had pulled up the straps on your dress and he tried hiding his very visible boner.

your father stood their crossing his arms. "regresa a la casa ahorita mismo." (return back to the house now.)

you glanced at carlos before walking back to your house and overheard your father telling carlos he was never going to see you again, but the two of you were teenagers and in love so of coarse you were going to see each other again.

☀️ eighteen years old

the day before your eighteenth birthday, carlos was finally returning back to spain. he had chosen to become a professional driver and you one hundred percent supported him, he had been traveling for a few months but you guys managed to still talk over the phone whenever your family wasn't around.

his parents always welcomed you into their house when things got hard back at home, they had loved you as a daughter after finding out carlos and you were together.

"meet at our spot, i have something to tell you!" he excitedly told you before he got on his plane. "te quiero mucho..." (i love you so much)

so after your parents went to work, you snuck out and walked to your spot, where carlos was already waiting for you. he had the blankets placed on the floor and blue roses in his hands.

you jumped into his arms as he hugged you tightly. "god, i missed you hermosa." (beautiful)

after a few more kisses and hugs, the pair sat under the sun as he had told you about his races and showed you pictures. he loved how excited you were for him and he was excited for what he was about to ask you.

"you're turning eighteen in a few hours and i want you to leave with me..." he quickly told you. "come with me to my next race and after that we can travel all around the world."

your parents quickly crossed your mind but you nodded to his question "cuándo nos vamos?" (when do we leave)

he kissed your forehead and looked back down to you. "tomorrow morning!"

after talking about your futures, the sun was starting to get stronger and you put your hair up in a bun. "hace más calor" (it's getting hotter)

he smirked before planting a kiss on your head. "no tan caliente como tu." (not as hot as you)

you rolled your eyes at him before pushing him down into the blanket and kissing him once more.

the both of you stayed until midnight and he walked you over to your house, where your parents were waiting for you on the front porch.

your dad instantly stood up. "yo te había dicho que ya no te acercaras a mi hija." he told carlos as he walked up to him. (i told you before not to get close to my daughter)

before your dad could touch him, you stepped in front of them both. "i'm leaving with him..."

your dad let out a laugh and looked back to your mother who looked scared. "he's not going to be able to support you with his silly dream job."

you scoffed "carlos is going to make it and i'm going to be right there next to him so i'm getting my stuff and i'm leaving."

carlos had helped you pack your things and when you went to the bathroom to get the last remaining of your things, your mom walked into the room.

"carlos, por favor cuidala." (please take good care of her)

he nodded. "siempre." (always)

your mother knew he had actually meant that and he truly did.

🌊 twenty five years old

the two of you had now been together for almost ten years now and were living in a big house in spain, you guys had gotten two dogs and they were basically like your children.

your relationship with your parents had gotten better after you left and your father had apologized to carlos for saying the things he did the night you left. he was proud of carlos for being able to fully support you.

"woah, are you okay?" charles had asked you since he saw you throwing up in a trash can.

you nodded as he handed you a napkin and rubbed your shoulder. "just peachy..."

"what's wrong then?" he asked.

the italian gp of 2023 was just in a few hours and it had you feeling real nervous for carlos, he had been training real hard and even looked nervous.

what you didn't know was that he was actually nervous because he was planning to ask you to marry him right after the race, he was so sure he was winning this race.

carlos overheard you telling charles that you were twelve weeks pregnant and he froze for a second.

it's now or never.

he cleared his throat and you looked at him with wide eyes.

"oop, i'll be out there." charles quickly mumbled before walking out.

you had walked up to him to him and he stopped you.

"amor, i was going to tell you aft-"

"cásate conmigo" he got on his knee and pulled the little box out of his pocket. "cásate conmigo" he said again. (marry me)

your heartbeat had instantly raced "car-"

he interrupted you once more. "i have loved you since i was a little boy, our whole childhood i knew it was going to be you and right now i know that i'm going to love you and our child for the rest of our lives."

your tears had began spilling out and you nodded. "yes i'll marry you."

he slipped the beautiful ring on your finger and pressed his lips onto yours. "te queiro mas que la luna, sol y mar." (i love more than the moon, sun and sea.)

thank you guys for reading, my requests are open!

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mochinomnoms · 3 months

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La luna enamorada with prompt 4 please? Romantic Nsfw with azul

azul ashengrotto x gn!reader [tags] — nsfw, romantic, underwater sex, octomer!Azul [wc} - 852 prompt 4 “You made a few sounds I've never heard before.” song: la luna enamorada (Kali Uchis, “Sin Miedo (del Amor y Otros Demonios)”) note - kinda sequel to the last azul request? I couldn't resist the reference, with this one being about the moon and the last about the sun francesca (1k event)

“Vive la luna enamorada (wadalupa, wadalupa) / Y al contemplarla en su mirada (wa-la-la-la-la-la-la) / Me hace soñar”*

“Mmh! Azul, that feels so—oh gooood~” You let out a high-pitched squeal as Azul’s many arms curled and groped around your body, one in particular squeezing on your abdomen as he worked his spade-shaped tentacle in you. It pressed down as he pressed up against the sensitive spot inside you, forcing an extra burst of pleasure to course through your veins.

You opened your eyes, still crying out, to gaze at Azul and reach out to him for a kiss. If it wasn’t for the glowing blue of his eyes, you’d be unable to see anything.

Azul had the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. You told him once that his name in your language from home meant blue, and asked if it was intentional to name after one of his many, pretty features.

He turned a light purple as he blushed, rolling his (pretty) eyes at your comment as he mentioned that names based on colors were common in the sea.

They reminded you of an aquamarine, and they glowed too! Whenever you two would make a trip to visit Azul’s mom, in a deep part of the Coral Sea, his eyes would shine in the dark like the moon at night.

He often called you his sunlight. You’d often tell him that if you were the sun, then he was your moon. And you loved your moon and his pretty blue gaze.

The glow of his eyes, the glow of the stripes and freckles on his body, he was your pretty moon under the sea. You relied on him, both metaphorically and figuratively. After all, it was rare to see a human so far out in the deep sea, a quick, and easy snack for anyone to take. It’s a good thing that you had him to be your moonlight, seeing as you were in a very vulnerable position.

“Aaaaaah~ Azul! Too much, too much!” You squealed, digging your nails into the skin of his shoulders as he continued to fuck you well past your limit. Azul, on the other hand, was looking at you with those glowing eyes, filled with desire and greed.

“Mm, it’s alright Angelfish, you can take it, can’t you?” He cooed, his hands caressing your cheeks as he wiped away the tears falling from your eyes.

“I love—gasp—the way you squeeze around me. Do you enjoy it too?” Azul breathlessly chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your neck into his shoulder to muffle your cries.

“Hah, I felt that, you do, don’t you? You like me ruining you, don’t you?”

You nodded rapidly, wrapping your arms and legs to Azul to clutch onto him for dear life as his tentacle moved faster, focusing on your sweet spot as it pistoned in and out. Azul watched in awe as you threw your head back and wailed, chanting out his name amongst your moans and cries.

He watched as you shook again for the nth time, cooing as you slumped into his many arms from exhaustion. Azul peppered kisses against your neck, pausing over the pulse point on your neck. From his lips, he could feel the rapid beating of your heart as he suckled. You flinched as the tentacle in you slowly slid out, the rest of his arms curling around your body to hold you.

Finally feeling him pull away from you, you opened your eyes to lovingly watch as he licked his lips, eyes drawing up and down your body to admire the marks he’d made. His eyes met yours, an aquamarine glow beholding you.

He really was your pretty moon.

“Aha, what?” Azul tilted his head, raising a brow and smiling as he cradled you closer. Azul slowly floated down to rest against the stonewall of the sea cave, letting you rest into him in a fetal position. “I’m your moon, hm?”

Realizing that you’d spoken out loud, you hid your blushing face into his neck, smiling against his smooth skin. The freckles on his body were glowing a soft purple, brightening as you pressed a chaste, sweet kiss to his shoulder.

“Yeah,” You held his left hand, fiddling with the silver wedding band on his finger. “My moon, mine mine mine…”

Azul let out a musical chuckle, bringing said hand up to kiss it. “You say the strangest things sometimes, my dear. Though…”

He rubbed his nose against your own, a teasing smirk on his lips.

“You also made a few sounds I’ve never heard before~” You clicked your tongue as he continued purring teasing remarks into your ear. “And the way you said my name? How delightful, I could hear you moan my name like that for ages~”

The two of you shared a laugh as you bashfully hid into his neck again, basking in each other’s presence before you inevitably would have to return to the Ashengrotto residence. No doubt Azul’s mother was wondering where you two had gone off.

Though, with the way Azul was staring at you, you think she could wait a few more minutes. If just to stay under his aquamarine gaze.

*translation: “The moon lives in love (Ah-ah-ah) / And when I contemplate its gaze (wa-la-la-la-la-la-la) / It makes me dream (Ah-ah-ah)”

comments and reblogs appreciated 🩷

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto smut #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut #twst azul x reader #francesca (1k event)

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dreammeiser · 22 days

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Is it okay to ask what where the inspiration for the characters of Dream along?

Of course! I'm always dying to talk about their creation and inspiration but worry about getting too wordy/annoying about it, so I hardly talk about it unless asked (please ask me about my brainrot heeheehee). I can only fit so much on an Instagram Story or a Tweet, so I'm glad you asked here. I guess this will be the master reference for them. Sorry in advance that this is wordy!!

I made these characters spanning the past 14-15 years, with their story only being worked on about 10+ years ago, give or take. I will mention that they were made with Earl as a starting point while I was working at the cool puppet place; the show I was interning on wasn't scratching the creative itch I had, so it was recommended to me to make the project that I wish I was working on. :oD

The Muppets, Sesame Street, Osamu Tezuka's works, and Moomin were some animated/puppet media off the top of my head that always stuck with me my whole life and have influenced my retro inspired work the most. They all had such sweetness and charm to them, and all felt like a found family :o) My favorite trope. Puppets were also just deeply meaningful to me because they were physical forms of creativity and childlike wonder you could hold and play with! I thought whenever you made one, you put a little bit of your heart and soul into them.

I wanted the Dreamalong Gang to have the charm of Jim Henson's and Tove Jansson's characters, but I wanted them to have the humor and intrigue of Gravity Falls, Over the Garden Wall, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, and Welcome to Night Vale. DHMIS and Night Vale actually inspired the story the most because they were both a really nice mix of absurdist humor and horror! Sleep Paralysis Demons were a point of intrigue for me that I thought were perfect for a Dreamscape setting, so I started working on including those.

The Dreamalong Gang has little bits and pieces of friends that I had loved, but I leaned into the group dynamics more for them. They're composed of friends I wished I had growing up!

Visually, I'd think of a fun/dream adjacent theme for the characters to tie them all together thematically. I know people tend to bark at me when they see what I'm inspired by but, I don't like to copy directly from my inspiration sources. They're just there to inspire you, ya know?

Archie's theme was Wishing Stars and Bedtime Stories; Hunson Abadeer from Adventure Time used to be on here, but I moved away from anything that might've made Archie spooky. I forgot to include Peter Pan and his Shadow on here, but they inspired him as well!

When it came to palettes, sometimes I'd have something in mind for them already like with Roy G Biv, Archie, and Mae-- Roy has his kidcore rainbow/SMPTE bars, Archie had some of my favorite blues and creams with a pastel minimal rainbow, Mae's were based off the colors of a golden hour rainstorm I had seen on my travels. Other times I had to play around with what color I hadn't used much of yet. I wonder if you can tell which colors are my least favorite and which ones I like a lot hahaha :'o)

I would also think about stories and songs that went with the characters thematically and use those to shape their character a little further, like looking to The Impossible Dream from the 1972 Man of la Mancha and Moon River for Archie, as well as old Ole Lukoje fairytales. He used to draw inspiration from Hijo de la Luna, but I wanted his story to be more upbeat on surface level with hidden tones of sadness instead of dramatic.

I don't want this to get tooooo long, so I'm going to put a pin in it there. If people want to know more in depth inspiration sources for specific characters feel free to ask! I like being open about my inspiration sources and my process since so many other artists gatekeep stuff. I hope this was a nice read!! :o)

#thank you for the ask!#please ask me questions yes yes #If you are curious or unsure! Always ask!#I will get to them hopefully soon!#dream along with me #dawm project #dawm asks

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 5 months

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Hi!, I wanted to request Alastor from hazbin hotel with a reader who sings like Rosalia, like the vocals and everything. Afáb reader please!

A/N: Thank you so much for your request!!

Warnings: none !!

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!

he falls in love with you because of your voice

firstly, he’s never really heard a voice like yours, even when he was alive

granted he might not know what you’re saying but he still loves it

gets chills whenever you sing especially the high notes or when you

will ask you to sing for him on multiple occasions and has played the piano while you sing more than one

has seen you dance La Flamenco while singing and has never been the same person again

he loved it

also loves the dramatic feel you give when you sing

he feels like he can connect with you so much more

really likes how you have a different set of genres in your singing style

folk, alternative, reggaeton it just depends on the song

His personal favorite would be Que no Salga La Luna which means May the moon not rise

has tried and cannot for the life of him match your tone

like he cannot do half of the runs or riffs you do

he does learn how to dance though and he has the time of his life when you take a trip to see your family for holidays and have a celebration

he will devour that paella and with no shame do not test him

refuses to believe people dislike your music

feels like you have the voice of an angel

also refuses to disagree on that opinion

has asked and will continue to ask you to tell him what your songs mean / translate them

also picks up a bit of spanish, he’ll learn enough to sing along but cannot actually say a lot

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin vaggie #hazbin demon #hazbin vox #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel rosie #alastor

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fairygeek777 · 9 months

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Brief summary of the different versions of Mamoru Chiba:

Because I have brainrot

Mamoru: Crystal/Manga

16-18 year old high school student. Later enters college.

Often reading a book with like 3 more in his other hand or next to him.

Searching for Silver Crystal to remember who he is

Kinda a loner

Takes the bus to and from school.

Loves kids especially Chibiusa

SOS whenever he encountered Usagi he would comment on her studying.

Very studious himself

Little confidence in his abilities especially when it comes to protecting Usagi

Gets kidnapped and brainwashed a lot.

Started falling for Usagi before he knew she was Sailor Moon

Very quick to initiate physical affection with Usagi

Killed by Kunzite and later revived

Legendary Golden Crystal

Psychometry powers

Tuxedo Mask: Crystal/manga

Basically Mamoru in a Tuxedo, mask and cape.

Dissapears like Batman sometimes

Actually doesn't wear his hat or mask too often

Often forced to fight Sailor Moon against his will.

Tuxedo La Smoking Bomber

Fell for Sailor Moon real quick

"My life means nothing if I can't use it to help you Usako"

Endo/Brainwashed Mamoru: Crystal/manga

Revived by Metalia because he was fricken dead

Only focused on getting the Legendary Silver Crystal

Was also tasked with killing Sailor Moon

Doesn't recognize or care about Usagi or the senshi

Throws Luna across the room

Commits identity fraud and takes the place of Motoki's friend

Has evil dark kingdom powers

Very very manipulative

Cold Red eyes

Ugly clothes

Mamoru: 90s anime

18 or something college student

Basically the hot and dreamy guy

Motoki's best friend

Insults Usagi and gets into fights with her but actually enjoys talking to her

Not aware he's Tuxedo Mask at SOS

When he does become conscious of it he's actually pretty cool and badass especially when he challenges Zoisite

Motorcycle, car and eternal green jacket

Interesting sense of fashion

Briefly dates Rei

Loves kids

Roses

Flare for dramatics

Prefers privacy when with Usagi

Gets flustered easily

Body shield go brrrr

Dies at the end of season 1 and is reborn in season 2 along with everyone else

Tuxedo Mask: 90s anime

Eloquent speeches about beauty

Dramatically flowing cape

Roses as darts

Never takes off mask and top hat

Honestly kinda ridiculous

Like a totally different person from Mamoru

Fights with a cane

Enters with signature theme song

Different entrance each time

Always saves Sailor Moon at the right time

Usually the one who tells Sailor Moon when to finish off the enemy

Walking meme

Dark Prince Endymion: 90's anime

A total douche

Brainwashed by Queen Beryl but just does things however the hell he wants

Flirts with Sailor Moon

Doesn't recognize Usagi

The only thing he knows is being Prince Endymion

Going after the rainbow crystals

Black turtle neck and sunglasses

Black roses

No powers. Just uses his palms and a sword.

Also transforms into Tuxedo Mask

Prince Endymion:

Pretty much the same in all versions.

90s throws roses and wears the Tuxedo Mask attire

Protective of Serenity

Ally to the Silver Millenium when the Earth's people attack

Very affectionate to Serenity

Sacrifices himself to save Serenity's life

I did this because I wanted to give appreciation to all sides of Mamoru Chiba. For as much as I may criticize the 90s anime, that Mamoru is equally as likeable and charming as manga/crystal. Plus manga Mamo isn't perfect either. Cuz where 90s Mamo is a little cold to Usa sometimes and doesn't always make the best decisions, Manga Mamo has incredibly low self esteem and keeps things from Usa so she isn't worried. They've both got their strengths and weaknesses!

TLDR: I love Mamoru Chiba a totally normal amount.

#sailor moon #mamoru chiba #tuxedo mask #prince endymion #tuxedo kamen #manga #anime #pretty guardian sailor moon

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mhmmaybe · 7 hours

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Buenas noches señoritas y señores

I come with a half-assed drawing of Hush but as a prince from space because I said so. (It's cuz I was drawing Hush in the fucking void with Vega and got side tracked by a song I like that talks about the moon and how she wants children lmao)

Drawing:

Song:

#redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted hush #redacted fanart

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terry-perry · 10 months

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Can I request either a Dad!Miguel O’Hara or Dad!Moon Knight where they’re singing luna de xelajú with their partner (the reader) and/or their daughter? thank you and I love your writing ❤️

Love this song!

Italicized lyrics - Marcy singing

Bold lyrics - Jake singing

Bold and italicized lyrics - Both singing

You woke up later than intended. It had been a long night as you had done plenty of online work until 2 in the morning. You wanted to spend a good chunk of hours not looking at a screen. Now that some of those hours were spent sleeping, it was time for food. Before that, however, you reached over to your husband's side of the bed. Unfortunately, it was empty.

"Aww," you whined softly. You must've slept longer than intended.

You slowly lifted your head off the pillow to listen for an idea of where he could be. The sound you were met with was unexpected as you heard two guitars strumming in melody.

They were at it again, you realized with a smile.

You slipped out of bed and made your way out of the bedroom. The music grew louder as you walked down the hall. You could hear Marcy's soft singing, almost like she was whispering. She had such a lovely voice. You and your husband wished she showed it off more.

You hoped these little sessions would do just the thing to help her come out of her shell, at least a little.

You entered the kitchen and, sure enough, your husband and daughter were seated at the table, continuing to play and sing together.

"Luna de Xelajú que supistes alumbrar,"

Marcy was getting better with her Spanish. You had Jake to thank for mastering the language. He was the side of your husband who spoke it, and he found the best way to teach her. He fueled his lessons with her love for music and taught her about songs he thought she'd enjoy.

The song they were currently playing together came with a sad love story involving a romance forced to end. The singer could only plead to the moon and wish for their love to return somehow. It was beautiful and tragic. Marcy loved it right away.

"En mis noches de pena por una morena de dulce mirar,"

"Luna de Xelajú me diste inspiración,"

"La canción que hoy te canto regada con llanto de mi corazón,"

Through Jake, she was able to discover a wide variety of music by Latin artists. He also showed her how to properly perform their songs by pronouncing them in a proper accent. He told her about the importance of rolling her rs and the tilde, among other things that made her sound almost like a native Spanish speaker.

"En mi vida no habrá, más cariño que tu mi amor,"

He never had doubts about her picking up the language. Not only was it in her blood but he knew once she put her mind to something, nothing could stop her from achieving her goals. He saw that in the way she mastered the guitar in only a few months and then added singing to the mix. It was just the confidence she needed a little more work on.

"Luna que me alumbro en mis noches de amor,"

You leaned against the archway and enjoyed the last few moments of the song with a soft smile. No matter what side of your husband was interacting with your daughter, they were always such a great source of strength and comfort to you as you were to them. Each special bond was hard to replicate. You were just happy Marcy could have one with each of them.

"Hoy consuelas la pena,"

"Por una morena que me abandono."

You gave a little applause for their performance. They, at last, acknowledged your presence by grinning at you in appreciation before Marcy turned back to Jake.

"¿Cómo estaba ese papi?" She casually asked her father how she did after the song was finished.

Jake chuckled warmly and leaned over to kiss the top of her head.

"Mucho mejor mi luna. ¡Bien hecho!"

#jake lockley #x reader #dad!jake lockley #mom!reader #moon knight #child oc #marcy spector #jake lockely imagine #jake lockely x you #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #mcu au #request #imagine #mcu fanfiction #oneshot #drabble #jake lockely x reader

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esuemmanuel · 8 months

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Raya la noche sobre mis brazos con el pincel empapado de lluvia y pinta en mis párpados el efluvio mágico de las estrellas, llenándome de la oscura luz que mana del canto quedo de las húmedas sombras... Dormiré plagado de silencios, mientras la luna yace cobijada por las densas nubes que se vienen sobre mí, al tomarme como el lienzo de sus sueños.

Streak the night over my arms with the rain-soaked brush and paint on my eyelids the magic effluvium of the stars, filling me with the dark light that flows from the remaining song of the humid shadows... I will sleep plagued by silences, while the moon lies sheltered by the dense clouds that come over me, taking me as the canvas of her dreams.

#esu emmanuel #el hombre de la soledad #escribiendo en soledad #escritores en tumblr #the man of solitude #writing in solitude #poetas en tumblr #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #pensamientos #poeticstories #2023

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no-gays-in-russia · 1 year

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ESC 2023: my favourite lyric from every song

Albania: Krejt tuj pas, e krejt tuj pas, s’po muj mu knaq (Having everything, and having everything but not being happy)

Armenia: I’m so hypnotised by someone that I’ve never ever met

Australia: If you’ve never done anything like this before, then you haven’t been alive

Austria: Edgar cannot pay rent for me

Azerbaijan: If I ever learn again to feel the way I did, I'll die from the emotions that I kept down for years

Belgium: Told me to love myself a bit harder than yesterday

Croatia: the most iconic of them all, Mama kupila traktora (Mum bought a tractor)

Cyprus: I loved you but you loved to do me wrong

Czechia: Blood’s on your God’s head

Denmark: I’m not scared to love you, but I’m scared of breaking my heart

Estonia: There is one more thing you need to know, that I forgive myself for all the lies I’ve said before

Finland: Enkä pelkääkään tätä maailmaa (I’m not scared of this world anymore)

France: C’est toujours trop beaux pour etre vrai, mais c’n’est jamais trop laid pour etre faux (It’s always too good to be true, but it’s never too ugly to be false)

Georgia: Words getting worthless, love is a wordless

Germany: What we are is but a choice

Greece: As a writer, but I’m not an actor, no, I don’t live my own life

Iceland: I’m releasing all of you in gratitude

Ireland: When we rise, we rise like the sun

Israel: History caught in a loop, don’t you wanna change it?

Italy: Siamo i soli svegli in tutto l’universo, e non conosco ancora bene il tuo deserto (We’re the only ones awake in the whole universe, and I still don’t know your desert well)

Latvia: You still think we live in a world so beautiful; you see, I think I don’t believe in this stuff anymore

Lithuania: Had to taste it and embrace it, all the bitterness of failure, to find myself within me

Malta: Might be the drinks or the social tease of anxiety

Moldova: M-am pierdut și e de vină (I lost myself and it’s your fault)

Netherlands: I don’t believe in God anymore, ‘cause where did He go?

Norway: Can’t stay the same, in this world of change

Poland: the iconic BEJBAH

Portugal: Amor, p'ra mim, assim não dá, porque parece que nem sou mais eu (Love without plans is a no no, because I don’t feel like myself)

Romania: The scent of mistakes just reminds you of me

San Marino: Bring the party, Aphrodite

Serbia: It is all a game to me, I don’t wanna choose my fighter, who’s taking control of me?

Slovenia: Igra sovraštva je za vas, hvala lepa, ne računajte na nas (The game of hatred is your thing, thank you, don’t count on us)

Spain: Mi nino, cuando me muera, que me entierren en la luna (My child, when I die, may they bury me on the moon)

Sweden: Violins playing and the angels crying

Switzerland: We ain’t playing now, can’t turn and run, no water guns

Ukraine: Sometimes you just gotta know when to stick your middle finger up in the air

United Kingdom: When you said you were leaving to work on your mental health, you didn’t mention the cheating, you kept that one to yourself

#eurovision #esc #eurovision song contest #eurovision 2023 #esc 2023 #eurovision song contest 2023 #eurovision uk #esc uk

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lunamagicablu · 2 months

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AscoltaMi nella verità della tua anima. AscoltaMi nei sentimenti del tuo cuore. AscoltaMi nel silenzio della tua mente. AscoltaMi dovunque. Ogni volta che hai una domanda, limitati a renderti conto che Io ho già dato una risposta. Poi apri gli occhi sul tuo mondo. La Mia risposta si potrebbe trovare in un articolo già pubblicato. Nel sermone già scritto e sul punto di essere pronunciato. Nel film che si sta’ girando. Nella canzone composta soltanto ieri. Nelle parole che stanno per essere pronunciate da uno dei tuoi cari. Nel cuore di un nuovo amico che stai per conoscere. La Mia Verità e’ nel sussurro del vento, nel balbettio del ruscello, nello schianto del tuono, nel battere della pioggia. E’ il sentore della terra, la fragranza del giglio, il tepore del sole, il fascino della luna. La Mia Verità e’ l’aiuto più sicuro per te nel momento del bisogno, incute lo stesso timore reverenziale di un cielo notturno ed e’ tanto semplice e incontrovertibile e sincera come il balbettare di un neonato. Fragorosa come il martellare di un cuore e silenziosa come il respiro tratto in unità con Me. Non ti abbandonerò, non posso abbandonarti, perché sei la Mia creatura e la Mia creazione, Mia figlia e Mio figlio, il Mio scopo e il Mio….se Conta su di Me, perciò, ogni volta e in ogni caso ti tu trovi separato dalla pace che Io sono. Mi troverai. Assieme alla verità. E assieme alla luce. E assieme all’amore. (tratto da “Conversazioni con Dio” Neale Donald Walsch) art by_letsbedan_ ********************* Listen to Me in the truth of your soul. Listen to Me in the feelings of your heart. Listen to Me in the silence of your mind. Listen to Me everywhere. Whenever you have a question, just realize that I have already given an answer. Then open your eyes to your world. My answer could be found in an article already published. In the sermon already written and about to be delivered. In the film being shot. In the song composed only yesterday. In the words that are about to be spoken by one of your loved ones. In the heart of a new friend you are about to meet. My Truth is in the whisper of the wind, in the babbling of the stream, in the crash of thunder, in the beating of rain. It is the scent of the earth, the fragrance of the lily, the warmth of the sun, the charm of the moon. My Truth is the surest help for you in times of need, it inspires the same awe as a night sky and that's a lot simple and incontrovertible and sincere like the babbling of a newborn baby. Loud as the hammering of a heart and silent as the breath taken in unity with Me. I will not abandon you, I cannot abandon you, because you are Mine creature and My creation, My daughter and My son, My purpose and the My….if Count on Me, therefore, whenever and wherever you find yourself separated from the peace that I am. You will find me. Together with the truth. And together with the light. And together with love. (taken from “Conversations with God” Neale Donald Walsch) art by_letsbedan_

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xjulixred45x · 5 months

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Mírame antes: Awww, que dulce canción de fan.

Mirame ahora que Vivzie la hizo canon: ¡Ay, mi corazón!

¡Resumidamente si! Aunque Stolas es un personaje que sinceramente veo como moralmente MUY gris en la actualidad, dedicado Paranoid DJ se LUCIO con Look My Way, el cantante que suena muy similar al de Stolas, las ilustraciones, los cambios sutiles en la música. Cómo una estudiante de artística que apestaba en edición y Audiovisuales, ese hombre es una inspiración.

Aparte, lo que más me gusta de la versión original es que justamente muestra esa dualidad del personaje, si, habla sobre Octavia y trata de acercarse a Blitz, pero aún así le habla por debajo refiriendose a él como un JUGUETE(algo que realmente hizo en varias ocasiones del Show). Es una canción de Fan que aparte es CONGRUENTE con el personaje.

Y tengo sentimientos mixtos con la Versión de Vivziepop.

Dejando de lado el tema con los créditos(esta mujer tiene un problema), es un vídeo HERMOSO VISUALMENTE, como toda la serie. La animación está genial, como usan la estética de Stolas para hacer el Vídeo, la alegoría de La Luna y la Tierra, es muy bonito.

Pero se siente fuera de lugar porque ponen a Stolas como la VICTIMA. Cuando es EL quien debe disculparse con Blitz.

¡No solo por lo de Ozzie's! Sino también por haberlo visto bajo una luz de plebeyo durante toda la serie hasta que se sintió lo suficientemente solo como para ir tras Blitz completamente. Pedirle perdón por haberlo arrastrado a un ARREGLO SEXUAL DE DUDOSA PROCEDENCIA y en general ser un gran IMBECIL.

Y ya se! Ya se que Stolas también la tuvo difícil (tengo la edad de este hombre cuando tuvo a su hija☠️), probablemente gran parte de sus actitudes nocivas fueron aprendidas de Paimon (como vimos en Circus), junto con tener que lidiar con un ambiente extremadamente tóxico, PERO ESO ES UNA EXPLICACIÓN, NO UNA JUSTIFICACION.

Ahhhh perdón perdón perdón, me fui por las ramas, de seguro solo querías un comentario pequeño de la canción, es que estoy con demaciado sueño y energía al mismo tiempo. Gracias por la pregunta❣️

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Look my Way before: Awww, what a sweet fan song.

Look mt Way now that Vivzie made her canon: Oh my heart!

In short yes! Although Stolas is a character that I honestly see as morally VERY gray nowadays, dedicated Paranoid DJ STUNned with Look My Way, the singer who sounds very similar to Stolas, the illustrations, the subtle changes in the music. As an art student who sucked at editing and Audiovisuals, that man is an inspiration.

Besides, what I like most about the original version is that it precisely shows that duality of the character, yes, he talks about Octavia and tries to get closer to Blitz, but he still talks down to him, referring to him as a TOY (something he really did on several occasions during the Show). It is a Fan song that is CONGRUENT with the character.

And I have mixed feelings about the Vivziepop Version.

Leaving aside the issue with the credits (this woman has a problem), it is a VISUALLY BEAUTIFUL video, like the entire series. The animation is great, how they use Stolas' aesthetics to make the Video, the allegory of The Moon and the Earth romance, is very beautiful.

But it feels out of place because they put Stolas as the VICTIM. When HE is the one who must apologize to Blitz.

Not just because of Ozzie's! But also for seeing him in a commoner light throughout the series until he felt alone enough to go after Blitz completely. Ask him for forgiveness for dragging him into a SEXUAL ARRANGEMENT OF DUDOBIOUS ORIGIN and in general for being a big JERK.

And I know! I know Stolas had it tough too (I'm the same age as this man when he had his daughter☠️), probably a lot of his harmful attitudes were learned from Paimon (as we saw in Circus), along with having to deal with an extremely toxic environment, BUT THAT IS AN EXPLANATION, NOT A JUSTIFICATION.

Ahhhh sorry sorry sorry, I went off on a limb, I'm sure you just wanted a small comment on the song, it's just that I'm too sleepy and energetic at the same time. Thanks for the question❣️

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss stolas #helluva blitzo #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss #helluva boss criticism #anti stolitz

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nemo-of-house-hamartia · 9 months

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Welcome back! good to see you back here, I missed your content! for the aesthetic game, can you please do one for Dottie and one for Mathias? love them!

Hi there Nonnie! Thank you for your kind words, it's good to be back indeed! :D Allow me to present the Aesthetic for Dorothea and Mathias (also, keep an eye on my dash, because I have other requests for these two, so I have more aesthetic things coming for them :D)

🌹DOROTHEA MARIANNE STARRICK ✨

MOODBOARD:

PLAYLIST:

"Morning Star" - Blackmore's Night

"Winter's Bloom" - Adrian Von Ziegler

"Ghost of a Rose" - Blackmore's Night

STEAL HER LOOK:

QUOTES :

“Those freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.” - Nikita Gill

“All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems... But all these stars are silent. You-You alone will have stars as no one else has them.” - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince

“...her who whose beauty is not like earthly beauty, dangerous to look upon, but like the morning star which is its emblem, bright and musical.”- James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

“In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?” ― Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass

HER AESTHETIC:

Starlit sky; Northern Lights setting the sky blazing; stargazing alone on a secluded beach with the waves as gentle company; frost-covered roses in a hidden garden; walking down a path in the forest at night holding a silver lantern as a sole guide with the snow gently falling silently all around; abandoned manors hidden away in the depths of an ancient forest; ghosts still dancing together in ballrooms accompanied only by the music of their memories; sitting by the fireplace on an ancient rocking chair and reading an ancient tome under a thick pelt; sipping on warm rose tea while looking at the snow falling outside; snuggling under the comfort of heavy blankets in a canopy bed;

🌙MATHIAS SÉBASTIEN DE BEAUMONT🎨

MOODBOARD:

PLAYLIST:

"Hijo De La Luna" - Mecano

"Outdoor" - Roberto Cacciapaglia

"Adagio" - Il Divo

STEAL HIS LOOK:

QUOTES:

“Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.”- Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”- Victor Hugo

“Now I want to live like everybody else. I want to have a wife like everybody else and to take her out on Sundays. I have invented a mask that makes me look like anybody. People will not even turn round in the streets. You will be the happiest of women. And we will sing, all by ourselves, till we swoon away with delight. You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself. If you loved me I should be as gentle as a lamb; and you could do anything with me that you pleased.” - Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

“He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.”- Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

HIS AESTHETIC:

A small nook to sit and reflect quietly; new quills and parchments; the perfume of freshly brewed coffee, the way the air smell when Autumn is about to arrive, the feeling when the fingers start tickling the ivories and a melody is born, completely encompassing one's soul; the sound of rain against the glass of the windows; riding a horse with the wind caressing one's hair, free from all fears and worries; songs sung together with friends; the perfume of orange flowers and neroli still lingering on the pillow; the sight of the full moon after a night storm; waves crashing against the sand in the distance;

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#Aesthetic Game #Assassin's Creed #OCs #Mathias De Beaumont #Dorothea Starrick #Moodboards #this was SO MUCH FUN #also sorry for the delay I was immensely busy in the past couple of days due to finally moving into our rightful apartment #now I am catching up with the asks #I will have them out in the next few days :)

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hoochieblues · 1 year

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I love Eurovision season because I always learn things. This year, it's Moldovan-Romanian folklore.

Moldova's entry, Soarele și Luna, is heavily influenced by Miorița, a poem/ballad/pillar of Romanian-old Moldavian folklore that goes back to the 1700s in its written form but probably goes back earlier.

Balada Miorița tells the story of three shepherds: a Moldovan, and a Wallachian and a Transylvanian who, jealous of the Moldovan, conspire to kill him.

The Moldovan's prized sheep Miorița (lit. little ewe), warns him - but the shepherd doesn't plan to fight back or escape. (Presumably bc shepherding in the Carpathians traditionally involved transhumance and living outdoors for months so... where's he gonna go?)

Instead, the shepherd asks Miorița to hide his death from the other sheep - and from his family - and to tell them instead that he went into the forest to marry a princess, with the sun, moon, and mountains standing as witnesses:

Soarele şi luna / Mi-au ţinut cununa. [...] Preoţi, munţii mari. The Sun and Moon came down / to hold my wedding crown [...] The priests were the mountains high

(note: I'm working from some really sketchy translations; very open to better resources pls.)

Anyway, the description of the wedding is not only beautiful, but a fantastic allegory for the shepherd accepting death, laying down with his fate and embracing it instead of showing fear. Reclaiming agency to protect the people he loves (and redefine his own memory) in the face of an existential threat.

Wildly out of my depth at the point I'm reading about the role the story - and particularly the symbolism/iconography of the lone shepherd - played in Romanian independence, but I'm pretty sure it was a thing. Likewise, the choice of this material as a starting point for Moldova's ESC entry is very interesting to me.

Moldova's 2022 offering, Trenuleţul, used a train as an allegory for a pro-unification message (for.. obvious geopolitical reasons, in addition to the strong pan-Balkan cultural ones detailed in the song):

Pleacă trenul! Unde eşti? Chişinău – București. The train's route is East to West Chisinau to Bucharest!

Idk if I'm now overthinking it too much (I got excited and I thought it was neat, okay?) but I just feel like the cultural overlap, the defiance and the energy of Pasha Parfeni's performance carries more symbolism than the entry is getting credit for. Unsurprising, given this is also the year of Croatian art rock political commentary via drag generalissimos and tractor-based analogies, but still.

Either way, I learned something new and found a new thing to read, and I thought it was beautiful. And that made me want to share. So... enjoy?

Iar tu de omor Să nu le spui lor. Să le spui curat Că m-am însurat Cu-o mândră crăiasă, A lumii mireasă; Că la nunta mea A căzut o stea; Soarele şi luna Mi-au ţinut cununa. Brazi şi paltinaşi I-am avut nuntaşi, Preoţi, munţii mari,

Of how I met my death, Tell them not a breath; Say I could not tarry, I have gone to marry A princess – my bride Is the whole world’s pride. At my wedding, tell How a bright star fell, Sun and moon came down To hold my bridal crown, Firs and maple trees Were my guests; my priests Were the mountains high;

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#esc 2023 #soarele si luna #pasha parfeni #foklore #help i overthought and i can't get up #video #music #ngl i got into it bc pasha looks like every guy i've ever been to a green fair with or bought artisanal incense from #and it all got out of control from there #now i'm writing eurovision meta and having feelings about pastoral poetry #there's a bit where he asks his bone flute be placed in his grave to play when the wind blows across it #so the sheep will gather above where he rests #i think that's a classical allusion? but i have to go do productive things for a change so i won't have time to look into it #soarele si luna does have a killer flute break though #just saying

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sciatu · 9 months

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Il mare al mattino

è un prato di luce

un lenzuolo luminoso

immobile nell’infinito

è uno specchio abbagliante

per il grande cielo

vestito di un timido azzurro.

Il mare al mattino

immobile sogna

come un bambino

fiabe leggere

e baci di luna.

Il mare al mattino

ascolta i cuori dei marinai

vede il lento risveglio

delle case degli uomini

sente il primo canto

di assonnate cicale

segue nel cielo

i primi voli dei gabbiani

che inseguono il vento

Il mare al mattino

è la culla del caldo

di quest’assolato agosto

è un’orchestra silenziosa

che accorda gli strumenti

è il disegno delle correnti

che dal profondo risalgono

a salutare il cielo degli uomini.

Il mare al mattino

è il sorriso della natura

di quella che di giorno offendiamo

e di notte rinasce immutata

amorevole e benevola

con l’abbraccio di una madre.

The sea in the morning is a meadow of light, a luminous sheet, motionless in infinity, it is a dazzling mirror for the great sky dressed in a shy blue.

In the morning, the sea, motionless, dreams, like a child, of light fairy tales and moon kisses.

The sea in the morning, hears the hearts of sailors, sees the slow awakening of men's houses hears the first song, of sleepy cicadas follows in the sky, the first flights of seagulls, chasing the wind

The sea in the morning is the cradle of the heat of this sunny August it is a silent orchestra that tunes the instruments it is the design of the currents that rise from the depths to greet the sky of men.

The sea in the morning is the smile of nature that we offend during the day and is reborn unchanged at night, loving and benevolent

with a mother's hug.

#sciatu #sicilia #poesia #poetry

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