#SeFue

[laurapausinifinland]

There are two albums more significant than others I'd say on Laura's 30 years of career. Obviously Laura who has broken every record in Italian Music business with her songs, albums and performances and rightfully so, the best international career move she made was to start recording in Spanish in 1994.

The Spanish debut released in 1994 - included the most important songs of Laura's two Italian albums. The love was instant - back in the 90's it went on selling more than any foreign artist in Spain has managed to sell before. Even 29 years later it's on the second position. Besides Spain her career was launched also in Spanish speaking territories in Americas - fans out there are loyal, to date this has been a major market (in addition to her home country Italy) for her ever since when releasing new albums or going on tours. Singles such as Se fué and Amores Extraños still live on from this album. See Laur making the album from here!

This leads us to the album that was released exactly 10 years later in 2004: Escucha. The album where Laura released her inner rock soul, sang about painful break-up but also collaborated with Madonna was a huge success along with title track but especially Víveme. Laura had been nominated at Latin Grammy's before but in 2005 the golden gramophone was finally hers. The success story wasn't finished as it was awarded also with US Grammy the next year as well being "The Best Latin Pop Album" - these are merits that only rare if hardly any Italian artist has managed to achieve. Check here how the album was made!

Do you listen to Laura in Spanish and if so which songs you love the most on these albums?

[tixdixl]

I dunno when I'm gonna get around to actually digitizing these so screw it-

Here are the WIP sketches for my OC's base Club Cards. (Minus Xiáng. He already has a club card. Minus Vex- they dont have a club yet)

Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @boopshoops @winterweary @the-trinket-witch @rainesol

@cyanide-latte @elenauaurs @inmateofthemind @theleechyskrunkly @thehollowwriter

@lumdays @twstinginthewind @twistedwonderlandshenanigans

Lmk if you want added/removed

[oneknightstand-if]

Glad to hear that it at least passes muster with people who have more than a passing acquaintance (i.e. showing up for a few club meetings in college and then noping out) in fencing!

Sefu, however, does not approve of that strategy.

[the-trinket-witch]

The Octavinelle common room buzzed with life. Decorations lined every possible wall and table, complimenting the vast array of decidant foods piled neatly onto the long tables. The sweet smell of sugar practically coated the place like the very icing lining every cupcake in the tiered tower placed elegantly at the center of the flowery feast. And the aquatic acoustics of the clamour carried the conversations about the place, in such a way that lion ears of the beastman heard too much all too clearly.

With a sly smile and a confidence in their slink, Sefu crossed the open foyer. One hand swayed at their side, claws gripping a baby blue gift bag. Its white tissue paper practically glittered as the light passed over it. The other, they placed firmly at their hip. And while the predator prowled after their designated pray, they had no intention of hiding their presence. Effectice, truly, as many pasty uniforms began to part like the mythological sea.

As their eye landed on a head of pure snow, their smirk grew far more dastardly. Their pupils narrowed in great satisfaction.

"For once the schemer wants to be seen~", their raspy voice practically purred, "I'm curious if you planned this yourself, or if some of your 'trusted' cohorts told you to take a back seat..." they paused, tilting their head back as they continued to banter, "Were you able to stay seated, or did you have to do it yourself~? How much patience do you really have, Levi?"

They held their hand out, the bag now his for the taking.

"Ah~ don't look so surprised. Did you really think I wouldn't get you something? What kind of beastman do you think I am~?" they prodded almost playfully, "Go on- or are you going to make me wait and guess what you're reaction will be...?"

[The gift is a history or language book of your choosing.]

Dust was becoming a familiar scent to Levi. It trailed after so many that wore that sunset yellow bandana, like a tail a good lot of them had. Such a scent let him in on someone coming, just early enough to paint a face of expectancy. He wouldn't give away the surprise he genuinely felt seeing Sefu showing up, gift in hand no less.

"When it's just a birthday? If someone else wants to take the reins, Why not let someone step up to the plate? Have to give somebody a chance to prove themselves, right?" Levi's gaze seared, looking for a weakness in the hull of his gift-giver's intentions.

He didn't let that lazerlike stare falter as he pried the book free of its wrapping. A linguistic tome for a region of the Sunset Savannah.

"Well now...Here's a question: Anybody else know this? And would they snitch if they caught on to us code-talkin' with it?"

taglist:

@ceruleancattail @squidwen @thecosmicjackalope @vaporvipermedia @writing-heiress

@oya-oya-okay @k-looking-glass-house @thehollowwriter @rainesol @cyn-write

@heartscrypt @br3adtoasty @jackiecronefield @ruggiethethuggie

@hoboyherewego @achy-boo @oreoskys @oseathepebble @ramshacklerumble

@tunabesimpin @hamstergal @fumikomiyasaki @valse-a-mille-temps

@hallowed-delights @kimikitti @cyanide-latte @thetwstwildcard @atwstedstory

@comingyourlugubriousness @ice-cweam-sod4 @twst-the-night-away @nammanarin @scint1llat3

@tixdixl @prince-kallisto @candiedchiliarch

[leoneliterary]

Read the RO list after starting chapter 2 and fell in agony because Sefu wasn't on the list

I know right?!

He almost was, but for the sake of the plot (and my sanity because I'd have to make both of the twins ROs and that would be so many...) he and Sefu won't be love interests for this story.

But remember I mentioned that a story set in the same world as Honor Amongst Thieves will have them as ROs. That's already jotted down.

[kingmiyo]

Mini Commission for Kojhin of his Nano OC!

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[sefuuu]

[acidhydra101]

most (or at least a lot) of em tbh

also 1 more that's a bit more complicated but

torrin is a bit of an edge case in that, in wanting to keep him distinct and other reasons, he's not exactly FAT fat, but i wanted to go for a bodytype that was kinda like, raiden mgr mixed with laios touden, but still more on the heavier side, just not wide-*framed* like a lot of others, partially because he starts fairly young in the comic i'm working on, and the other starting main character torideth (2nd one in the main image set) would end up having a much stronger resemblance to torrin if i went with that. he will probably get larger over in-universe years though, big paladin guy

& you can see in some of the earlier concept art sketches that he DID have a closer bodytype before i decided to distinguish it more

Which oc is fat?

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wayward 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, arranged marriage, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Duke!Steve Rogers (Medieval AU)

A Knights, Kings, and Knaves Story

Summary: you accompany the court to a foreign kingdom for a tournament of four kings and find yourself entwined with a staunch duke.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your father bursts into your chamber. You're startled as you drop the fan in your hand, standing from the bench before the open window. Your efforts to relieve the constant sheen of sweat have been fruitless.

"Father--"

"Can you believe it? That rascal of a king finally chooses to show his face!" He claps his hands as he stomps furiously. "With a wife on his arm! A wife. Some noble lady from some hole no one's ever heard of."

He growls and throws his hands up. He marches across the room and hurls the empty cup from your morning meal. You wince as you cautiously bend your knees to retrieve the fan from the floor.

"Oh, father, but... perhaps King Bucky would not have--"

"What do you know? Do you sit with our king as I do? Do you have a single wit in that skull?" He slaps his own head to make his point. "You are a woman and you are to do as your father bids, and now my desires have been crushed beneath the foolery of another man."

You seal your lips and clasp the closed fan in front of you. You know better than to fuel his temper. You do not truly think there was a hope of you marrying that high. He hasn't much sense to be so incensed about something so unlikely. Still, men do not heed the caution of women.

"Never mind, King Tony says... well, he says a lot. Empty promises thus far. Was I not to have a second estate? A new title?" He shakes his head as continues to pace. "Wine!"

He snaps his fingers and you obey. You go into the sitting room and find the jug of wine and his goblet. You bring it to him full. He sits on the cushioned seat near your bed and sighs. He slurps loudly.

"There will be a council. Of the four kings. Each will have a man at their side. Perhaps I might convince the king..." he mutters into his cup. "It will be a long tournament," he looks to the window as you stand by the wall and unfold the fan. You wave it before yourself as you try not to draw attention. "Yes, we might have a chance yet. Not a king, no. Hm. But... yes, I will find someone." His eyes flick to you and his face lines with derision. "If only to be rid of another daughter."

You nod. You would just as quickly be rid of him, though you do wonder if you would have the fortune of a worse husband than father. So is the risk that all women must face.

🛡

The is a feast to mark the start of the tourney. The open ceiling of the Wakandan hall lets in the early evening hues, indigo and azure, and torches light the tall walls, flickering over crystal and metals you do not know the name for.

The ladies of all courts have succumbed to the local style, refashioning their gowns to the heat, you among them. Your father growled at the expense but just as swiftly reprimanded you for the trickle down your forehead.

You are still unused to your bare arms and the thinner layer. The lining of the gown was cut out and the sleeves hemmed to the shoulder. You added a bit of trim to dress it up and you asked Sefu to wrap a scarf around your head as she had before. You added a pin to add a bit of shine. You father merely snarled before he set off to find the king.

The monarchs enter only as their courts are seated. The four kings share a table at the front of the hall. It stands upon a platform and the servants bring their courses first. You are as patient as you can be. You haven't much stomach for food. The heat only makes you sick.

You pick at the dishes. The few bites you have are delicious. You wonder what kind of spices they use. You might bring some back for your father's cook.

As the feast wears on and voices grow raucous with drink and cheer, a band appears with skin drums and fine strung instruments. They begin to play as King T'Challa raises his goblet to signal the commencement onto the boards. King Bucky stands first and beckons his new wife down to the floor. He is followed by the host and his partner, and the largest of the king's, Thor, descends and welcomes two ladies to dance with him. King Tony saunters down and is joined by his rumoured mistress.

The lords and ladies follow. You remain with the unwed and unclaimed. You don't mind so much. You haven't much fervour.

As you sip upon lemon water, the boards creaking beneath the stomping of the dancers, a finger trawls along the front of your table. You look up as Duke Rogers brushes his fingertips through his beard and marches by. His eyes are set thoughtfully at a distance as he progresses along the perimeter of the hall.

You peer around with a similar restless mood. You would rather sneak away and hide in your chamber and yet your father bid you not do so. He knows your flaws better than any. He said he had some important news but was in too much of a furor to share. Patiently, you wait, as ever.

You attention is drawn by your name. Sefu approaches with two other ladies; Tavia from King Bucky's realm, and another local, M'Kalli.

"You must come and dance," Sefu waves at you.

"Oh, uh..." you look down the table.

"Please. Together. All of us," she insists. "It is a night of joy."

You get up warily and come around the long table. The other ladies meet you halfway and you join hands in a large circle. Your feet are clumsy at first as you spin but you find some enjoyment in it. The room turns to a blur and you let go of each other, twirling around the others dizzily. You giggle as your chest fills and your head thrums.

You step upon Tavia's skirt and stumble. You cry out and thrash helpless as you foresee a terrible crash. You are kept from calamity by a pair of large hands on your arms. You collide with a thick torso and with wide eyes, meet your saviour's gaze. You gulp.

It is Duke Rogers.

[plantyberry]

Cloudcuckoolander Tally Part 3: Chapter 1-3 and 1-3-2: The Fencing Club, or, 'If I swallow Excalibur, does that mean I'll become invulnerable?'

And we are back for the newest installment of the Cloudcuckoolander tally, this time featuring the fencing club. And I'm definitely counting this thing as part of my NaNoWriMo wordcount tally goal dammit.

Now, for the sake of simplicity, the following factors are preferable (but not necessary) for your cuckoo MC

-Friends or more with Adrian -Gadgetry as a hobby -NOT have the following fears: Blood, Fear, Attention -Greed will help

Additionally, the Fencing Club is the only pick that allows you to have a mute MC while still grabbing the 'Keikaku' achievement.

On the way to the club:

I double-check to make certain that the passing university student isn't actually a zombie in disguise. cuckoo +1

The Adrian conversation (topics about clothes are mostly identical, with a few differences):

Red Cape + Frame = 3 or height = tall: -"Little?" I wonder if Adrian has suddenly gone blind. --"Aye, Aye, fairy godmother." +1 Cuckoo

Vampire Cape: +1 Cuckoo -Strike a stereotypical vampire pose. +1 Cuckoo --"I never bite and tell" +1 Cuckoo --"Lies and slander! I've got my own superior vampire teeth for that!" +1 Cuckoo

Spandex Tracksuit: -"I was thinking about wearing this instead of my uniform today." --"If we switched to plastic swords we could totally do naked fencing!" +1 Cuckoo -I say nothing, I merely start dancing the Tango de la Muerte. +1 Cuckoo (and the Keikaku achievement)

I launch right into the meat of the matter.

-"There was a murder during my last work shift…" --(if police)I begin to describe my brilliant werewolf culprit theory. +1 Cuckoo ---I'm not joking. +1 Cuckoo --(if reporter, paramedic)"All I have to say is… zombies." +1 Cuckoo ---I'm not joking. +1 Cuckoo --(if lab technician) In the end, this is the work of werewolves/zombies… +1 Cuckoo --(if wildlife biologist) I elucidate in great detail upon the nitty-gritty details regarding my genius mutant bear theory. +1 Cuckoo ---I'm not joking. +1 Cuckoo (Whenever applicable) I'm not joking but I pretend that I am in a brilliant double-blind maneuver. +2 Cuckoo

-"So I was recently mauled by an invisible poltergeist…" -- Show your bruised arm to Adrian ---"What? I find this situation perfectly normal." ----I'm not being sarcastic. +1 Cuckoo (Note: If your cuckoo score is under 5, you gain +1 Denial instead)

-"It seems that my apartment may be a little bit haunted…" --"I don't know, man, that bedroom ghost sounded pretty sexy." ---Obviously, I'm not joking. +1 Cuckoo

I launch into a long involved story regarding my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. -(follow the 'recently mauled by an invisible poltergeist' answer line) --"I blame the poltergeist. Also the werewolves, potential zombies, and I've got a sneaking suspicion that mutant fairies may be involved," you ramble. +1 Cuckoo

I believe actions speak louder than words

-I silently whip out my thirteen-page description of my past day including all details regarding my past work shift, my nightmare and strange injury, as well as the current haunted atmosphere of my apartment. --I wave my arms around in my best impression of a haunting ghost. +1 Cuckoo ---I reenact a scene from an earlier Knights of Our Lives episode that just so happened to appear in my dreams before. +1 Cuckoo (MC needs to know who Caleb is) ----I spin in a circle while twirling my arms. Surely Adrian will understand my meaning. +1 Cuckoo

Outside / Event prompts:

-"I'm on to you and your zombie ways, Sefu. No mercy shall be given by me or my flamethrowing sword!" +1 Cuckoo

-Perhaps it was the werewolf that ate Caleb Degaré? +1 Cuckoo (You need to know who Caleb is)

About the swords breaking: -(If you've got the stats or a high enough cuckoo score) "Don't worry, I've got the stats to save everyone." +1 Cuckoo (The Stats: Body >=30 or Body+Magic>=30 or (Talent=Agility + Body>=20) or (Interpretative Dancing>2 and Body>=20)

Post-Adrian Greetings

Talking about Arthur: "I just want to know if he's secretly a zombie/werewolf/mutant. He is, isn't he?" +1 Cuckoo I wonder if I accidentally left my apartment on fire this morning. +1 Cuckoo I wonder if an African swallow could really carry a coconut? +1 Cuckoo I hold up my phone with a Monty Python and the Holy Grail meme about coconuts on its screen. +1 Cuckoo I wonder if one of those sword swallower people could gulp down Excalibur? It'd be handy to be your own sheath. +1 Cuckoo (Requires Arthuriana fanatic)

Asking about the Apocalypse: "Pure unfiltered meta knowledge." +1 Cuckoo

Ask how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood. +1 Cuckoo

Changing your clothes:

-This is it! The perfect time to start a strip tease right in the middle of the practice hall! +1 Cuckoo (fear mustn't be 'attention')

Weapon Choice:

-Never mind the sabre, foil, and épée fencing swords. I really wish that I could use Excalibur to sword fight instead. Just like in the old tales of might and magicry. +1 Cuckoo (++)

Before the spar:

Talking to Hjordis about the swords breaking: -In the end, I can't help but suspect toilet gremlins. +1 Cuckoo

Tell everyone about what happened to you in the restroom: -"If there's something strange in your neighborhood, who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!" I burst out singing in a very thematically-relevant manner. +1 Cuckoo

When finisheing to prepare for the spar: -It's time to do the Dance of Joy +1 Cuckoo

The color of your sword: -…the color out of space. +1 Cuckoo (++)

Entering the piste: -I throw my extra glove straight in Sefu's face. That's what they're meant for, right?! +1 Cuckoo -I AM Michael Jackson. I put on a single glove and moonwalk to the piste. +1 Cuckoo

-I strike a delicately posed stance, balanced on one leg, knee bent and lifted above my hips, arms extended at my sides like the wings of a crane, as my sword points at the unseen heavens above. +1 Cuckoo -I gravely inform the audience that only masked eyes are allowed to behold my full splendor. +1 Cuckoo

-Frosty the Snowman dances seductively down my spine. +1 Cuckoo

The sword shower incident:

Note: Aside from the stats, you may succesfully pass the sword dance checks if you are a changeling or possess the Lucky talent if your dice roll goes well, though it's an obviously unreliable method to succeed unless you intend to save scum this until you force a pass.

Unwilling rescuer: -I duck and cover and- no, why are my feet moving forward?! No, no, no I'm not trying to 1v1 an entire shower of sharp shrapnel! --I wonder what I should have for dinner tonight? +1 Cuckoo

If the rescue failed, but the people wore masks -Now it's definitely time to do the Dance of Joy +1 Cuckoo --No unmasked eyes are allowed to behold my glory indeed. +1 Cuckoo

Wrapping up (Post good end)

-I launch into a statistical analysis of the causes, probability percentages, prevention methods, and data anomalies found within all train derailment accidents within the past twenty-five years. Yes, most certainly this is an appropriate conversational topic right now. Cuckoo +1

Changing area: Armory -"Don't let the darkness consume your soul or the splinters find your throat," I enigmatically tell my departing clubmate. Cuckoo +1

Changing Area: Men's restroom -"Don't let the darkness consume your souls," I enigmatically call out as my two squabbling clubmates leave before me. Cuckoo +1

Changing Area: Ladies' Restroom -"Don't let the darkness consume your soul." Cuckoo +1

Changing Area: Universal Restroom -"Don't let the darkness consume your soul," I enigmatically tell my cheerily departing clubmate. Cuckoo +1

Changing Area: Corner of the Fencing Hall -"Don't let the darkness consume your soul," I enigmatically reply. Cuckoo +1

It you're possessed (Just… Why?), there is one option right before the sparring match -He's coming! He's coming! He's coming! Cuckoo +1

Out of these options, the Tango de la Muerte (Interpretative score helps succeed the check) and Masked Eyes (Will and Magic +1) option are good picks, in my opinion. Getting the good end is a bit harder in this club that in the polo club because you have to pick the right options to make it happen. Additionally, an important thing to note is that successfully fending off the splinter shower will injure your ankle slightly, which will make escaping the hydra more difficult, if you wish to avoid Merlin forcefully healing you later on.

[adignfiedname]

Aditi (left) and Sefu (right) my redesigns of Amentia and Sponsus from Winx Club. I was really disappointed to find out that the names Amentia and Sponsus are in fact NOT NAMES but words.

So I took it upon myself to give them both new names. ACTUAL NAMES.

[m640shetler]

🏛️ Asepheus! Or should we say, Sephu!

A character co-created with my friend in a Greek-inspired setting!

Working as a mercenary, Sefu takes on nearly any job. But the task brought to him by a young maiden who appeared out of nowhere made him pause — at least until she offered a generous reward. “How could one refuse a maiden in distress?” he thought instantly. And even though it meant escorting her the entire way (which went against his rule of working alone), Sefu agreed without hesitation.

Asepheus is playful and carefree by nature — in some ways, even a little self-satisfied — and he doesn’t mind indulging in a bit of celebration. But only a few know that side of him, for reputation is everything. The brave maiden who dared embark on this journey is bound to find that out. Still, when it comes to his craft, Sefu is one of the best — no room for complaints. And as it turns out, there’s another side to him entirely.

Meanwhile, Sefu himself is learning a great deal — especially now that he’s spending so much time with a living soul… and a young woman, no less.

[tixdixl]

Bio: Sefu Omari

Image is temporary until a better one can be used

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Species: Beastman

Pronouns: They/Them

Expy: Zira from Simba's Pride

Birthday: April 5th

Height: 5'8"

Year: Freshman at time of TWST

Dorm: SavannaClaw

Club: Track and Field

Homeland: Sunset Savannah

Signature Spell: My Lullaby - Inspires an insatiable blood lust for a time in anyone who can hear the call

Floyd Nickname: Snapper

Rook Nickname: Monsieur Vengeance

Events Post

Timeline Post

Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @the-trinket-witch @elenauaurs @rainesol @boopshoops

@cyanide-latte @winterweary @inmateofthemind @theleechyskrunkly @thehollowwriter

@lumdays @twstinginthewind @twistedwonderlandshenanigans

Lmk if you want added/removed

[oneknightstand-if]

i dunno yall, but i ship Sefu and Aegon (yes i will ignore the fact that he doesnt cheer when male mc does strip at the hall, yes i think Aegon is just being a tsundere), just cuz the silly nickname Sefu calls him, Aggy aaaaawwwwwwwww

Sefu:

Aegon:

Meanwhile, "Aggy" was totally foreshadowing something.

[plural-culture-is]

Questioning plural culture is having symptoms of polyfragmented DID but not being able to get a proper diagnoses yet due to amnesia spurts and the system's reluctance to disclose information and be vulnerable enough to ask for a psychologist's help.

~ Mia, Mori, and Sefu

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[leoneliterary]

I know they're supposed to be ducklings but fuck do these just make me CRY thinking about them and MC

Searching for character descriptions of Tamu and Sefu STAT

Oh my goodness, I love this! How adorable!!

Y'all should label who is who in this picture, haha!

And Tamu and Sefu are described earlier in the story, but I'll have to add another now that y'all are grown up. I'm pretty sure their artbreeder portraits are around here somewhere. (Speaking of, I need to commission an artist for the portraits, asasp.)