#Ramal

[matchstick-if]

Could you do 5, 6, 7, and/or 19 for the Extempore crew?

5. 6. Is there any significance behind their hair/eye color?

I didn't think too hard about the Extempore crew's hair/eye colors. The drawings came first, before characterization, so I was mostly going with what worked visually.

7. Is there any significance behind their height?

Lei had to be the tallest, for obvious reasons (bracket based humor). Ali's built to fit in vents. Ramal is 5’9 for no reason.

19. What is your favorite fact about your OC?

Lei - Despite their prickly disposition, Lei has a pretty wide circle of friends. They keep unintentionally befriending people.

Aliyah - Ali is a big collector of useless things. If it's pretty, it goes on display. Her apartment is one step short of hoarder territory.

Ramal - Ramal is incredibly skilled at applying makeup. If the cops find out he can shapeshift, they're going to tell the church.

[denorteanorte]

Política Obrera con Marcelo Ramal presentó su lista hacia las PASO en San Isidro

La encabeza la docente sanisidrense, Margarita Cuellar. La acompañaron el precandidato a presidente, Marcelo Ramal; y el precandidato a gobernador bonaerense, Pablo Busch, del sindicato de Alimentación. El acto tuvo lugar en un local partidario en Boulogne. “Estamos seguros de que, más temprano que tarde, el pueblo trabajador va a enfrentar este ajuste con una fenomenal reacción popular (…)”,…

[prettycottonmouthlamia]

[lepetitdragonvert]

Songs of Childhood by Walter de la Mare

Longmans, Green & Co

1923

Artist : Estella Canziani

[moltensmusings]

if you’re still taking requests would you be interested in redesigning any of the spriggan 12? all of your art is SO COOL i’ve been losing my mind about it. you have really epic ideas :0

This ask woke me like a sleeper agent with all my rage about the post 1 year timeskip content and the designs for the spriggan 12.

Thank you for the compliments and I hope you like!

I was going to do Invel as well but he'll probably come later.

I'll refrain from ranting too much: but I will say post Tartaros content was done so dirty by mashima from both a writing and design standpoint. And I'll leave it at that before I start forming an essay.

Bonus: Brandish concepts.

[unteriors]

Riancho, Ramales de la Victoria, Cantabria.

[caseystonedd]

look at this happy puppy who just won a race leading from start to finish!!!

[rebu72]

Drool factor

[sound-bombing]

MIKE - Weight of the World (10k, 2020) Genre: Abstract Hip Hop Artwork: Brayan Ramales Bandcamp

[terriblewomanyuri]

i dont think theres a world where blaze DOESNT fuck logos's mom. to make it worse, ramale would probably say something like "a lady doesnt kiss and tell" if he asked.

[underfiends]

Watch Me Breathe

Posting an actual story for the first time in months. The muses and I have been engaging in extreme combat and we have finally begun peace talks. Next we will band together to torment my friends with more angst. For now, have a fluff fic of yet another batch of D&D characters. Ramal is mine, Val is @hannrenn, and the DM for these two lovely dumpster fires is @peppermintpinklemonade. Hope y'all enjoy!

There’s a chill in the air; the softest of nips on an otherwise gentle breeze. A cloud shifts, golden light chasing away those cold touches, dappling ashen grey skin with a rare brush of colour. Oranges and reds bloom in the dark of closed eyelids, so much softer than the brilliant burn of flame.

A breath in, lungs filled to burst. A breath out, and with it goes a lingering tension through corded muscle. Fingers of warmth run over dark skin and chase the breeze through even darker hair. A puff of hot air against a pointed ear; a soft tap on one arm, then the other; an echo of laughter meant only for one person, only for them, just here in this moment of calm.

When their eyes open, there is only red. A red mirrored by the petals of scarlet catchfly scattered about, bundles of leaves and flowers growing on cracked boulders at the base of a rocky cliff. The hot breath and warm fingers turn into the press of hands on their shoulders, a constant companion showing that she is still here.

The wind picks up, whistling through the trees that have grown and thrived in this deep ravine between two mountains. The cold is more apparent now, raising goosebumps on their arms. They could don their leather armour, cover up to trap the heat against their skin, but it is peaceful here. The presence of an armoured warrior is not needed among the vibrant greens and browns of maple trees and buckthorn. There is no danger beneath the strangling vines twisting over wet earth.

Red eyes drift back to red petals. There is one patch of flowers close enough to touch, close enough to see the sticky hairs all up the stem. A memory floats to the surface, of a roughened voice one hot summer day.

“See those hairs, kid? They’ll sting you if you touch them, and your hand will hurt for days.” They remember Magnus had been crouched down next to a shallow riverbed, the heels of his boots dug firmly into the rocky ground as he pointed out the vibrant red flowers. Then, as if summoned through sheer outrage, a hand had smacked him upside the head.

“You idiot! That’s stinging nettle. They’re completely different, how could you have fucked that up?” Rhetta glared down at the man now rubbing his head, hands posted sharply upon her hips. Suddenly, like the flip of a switch, she looked over at them with soft eyes and a kind smile. She folded herself to hover at their height with her eyes trained on the flower. “This is a fire pink, Ramalek. Also known as a scarlet catchfly. Don’t worry, it’s safe to touch, however the stem is a bit sticky. That’s why people call it ‘catchfly’, because it catches flies on its stem and leaves to protect its nectar.” She reached out to brush against a petal, pulling it back just enough for them to see the sheen of liquid hidden in the flower. Then Magnus had said something–the words lost to time–that had left her sputtering indignantly, and the two bickered all the way back to Magnus’s tavern.

That had been years ago, back before they’d taken their new names by the blood of the slain. Before a ghost from their past had resurfaced, had turned out to be alive. Just the thought has them feeling winded and wrong-footed; as though the world is going to slip from underneath them and they’ll wake up to find it was all a dream. Panic begins to swirl just below their skin, prickling their mind. Their fingers twitch, and then a warm hand intertwines with their own, and heat presses all up their side.

A breath in, until lungs are fit to burst. A breath out, and with it the wave of panic settles.

They know where their travel companion is; the one who is a miracle. When they return, red eyes will fight off a swell of tears. The creature of dark grey skin and black hair will don their leather armour and settle back into the role of a savage beast. But for now, Valentine is off in the distance, crouched beside a small pool of algae-choked water, touching the surface every minute or so to watch the tiny tadpoles scurry away. Ramalavikfeng can stay where they are, and their armour can stay on the ground beside them.

There is no place for anything other than peace and calm here, among the green and brown and red. At the base of a cliff, backed by a forest growing in the ravine between two mountains, looking at a brilliant red flower that is close enough to touch with a sticky stem and leaves. Here, where the wind has eased back down to a gentle breeze.

There is a nip in the air. Summer is fading, and autumn is on its way. Perhaps Valentine would be willing to visit Magnus and Rhetta.

[bloodyopvs]

I can't be the only one who has infectious and frankly terminal brainworms about them

[nununiverse]

Ramal Black (Shad Mims)

[odk-2]

Johnny and The Hurricanes - Storm Warning (1959) Bill Ramal / Tom King from: "Johnny and The Hurricanes featuring Red River Rock" (LP) "Johnny and The Hurricanes featuring Red River Rock" (EP)

Instrumental | Instrumental Rock

JukeHostUK (left click = play) (320kbps)

Personnel: Johnny Paris: Saxophone Paul Tesluk: Keyboards Dave York: Guitar Lionel “Butch” Mattice: Bass Tony Kaye: Drums

Produced by Tom King

LP Released: October, 1959 EP Released: 1960

Warwick Records

[parakored]

SOBBING CUZ I COULD NEVER HAD THEM

[watchingalotofmovies]

All-Time High

All-Time High    [trailer]

A con artist in dire need of cash and a woman with a crypto fortune hit it off. Is she the target of his dreams, or is the scammer about to get scammed?

He's a pathological liar, but it's often difficult not to laugh at his constant stream of made-up stories and close to impossible to escape the energy of Nassim Lyes's Yussuf. And together with Zoé Marchal's Stephanie the two make for one of the most unusual and memorable couple in quite some time.

Also not to miss, cameos by Adèle Exarchopoulos, Guillaume Canet and Gustave Kervern.

Side note, truth in producing credits: "in association with taxshelter.be".