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popawritter12 · 7 months

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Hey hey heyyy im back with another request (im the same anon who requested that yandere morgana piece u wrote, absoutely loved it btw ate it up) and i was wondering if you could write some yandere! Hwei x reader? (fanfic or headcanons is up to you!) maybe the reader is an artist as well and they bond over that? Idk man up to you, also love ur takes on characters ur legit one of the best LoL writers ive seen!!

Btw if you dont mind can i be the 🍊 anon? Ive seen other blogs have their emoji anons and i wanna be one so bad fhdbfh

Hope youre having a nice day!!

Author's Notes: Of course 🍊 anon! I would love to <3

I also got tired of making so many headcanons (believe it or not, I have more saved in my drafts), I'm going to write a one-shot. I hope you like it <3. I also appreciate that you like my work. It's especially nice to know that there's someone who enjoys what I do besides me. By the way, I think Hwei is not in the Yandere “tier list” of LoL, so from how I write him and how I see him, I assume that he is a “Normal” type, because his personality reminds me a little of Ayano from Yandere simulator jjjjjjjjjj

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Yandere! Hwei x Fem! reader

Yandere character: Hwei From the videogame/anime/manga/movie/series: League Of Legends Case: Mention of stalking, allegation of theft, robbery and kidnapping. Part: 1 of 1 Warning: Excessive text LOL

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Obedience.

You had heard that word for so long that it was already embedded in your memory. But not in the way most expected.

You hated that word, and for that same reason you almost never hung out with the teachers or students of the temple you went to.

But we are getting ahead of ourselves, we better go to the beginning.

You had been born into a family that had never been close to other nations apart from Ionia, your mother was a strict woman, sometimes bordering on abusive, who always hated temples. Especially religions… Let's say she never had good experiences with it.

And your father, oh your beloved father… He was a saint in every sense of the word. He was kind, a joker… And a smile was always on his face. He had never yelled, in fact even when he was angry, he would just sit in the corner, ignoring everything around him until his mind cooled down.

And, being an only child, your life around them was quite chaotic. While your mother always tried to stay out of her entire family situation—a rather complex issue even for you—your father was the “husband of the house,” so to speak. He was in charge of teaching you both cooking and home care in general, including carpentry and, mainly, the art of home decoration.

He always dreamed of being a great artist, but in his family it was never frowned upon for a man to make the decision to undertake such a complex world of art, because, you know… that's a “women's thing.” But anyway, a lot of things have happened since the last time you talked to your uncles and cousins so… They aren't very important in your life right now.

But do you know that it is important? Where did you study.

Your father insisted a lot on your talent with sculptures and the human form; You really liked making ceramic vases manually, so much so that from the age of 8 you made your first sculpture; It was the strange shape of a dog with small eyes and a giant nose. At the time you barely knew how to paint sculptures, and your father barely knew about sculptures, and the shape of it so… Let's say it looked more like an "alebrije" than a dog with a big nose.

But that was a long time ago, and now the only proof of that memory is the figure on your father's furniture; kept as a beautiful memory.

As time went by your sculptures became more complex; from simple vases for flowers to sculptures with human figures of such a level that, at this point, we could compare them with the statues of Michelangelo.

And your father wanted that talent to be exploited to the fullest. So, after years of arguing with your mother, they both agreed that you should go to the great temple where you would learn about the art.

But there was a small problem, one that was going to haunt you a lot.

You weren't used to how strict that school was.

The first and second day at that school were quite chaotic for you. It wasn't just because it wasn't as you expected, but because everything was very limited.

If you wanted to make art, you had to do it how they wanted, when they asked you to, and how they expected it. However, not only was that not your style, but it seemed like the teachers (especially the principal) always had one eye on you. And only for a few weeks did you endure that strict issue of obedience.

But there was one boy who was particularly kind to you, and he was a young man of always unkempt appearance. His dark circles always stood out on his face, along with his hair that was rarely organized in a linear manner. From the first time he saw you, he felt charmed by the way you expressed yourself; You were good at painting and using magic, but when he saw the ceramic sculptures you made…damn, you really drove him crazy.

But you obviously didn't notice, you were too focused on trying to get along with your surroundings in general that you didn't notice his desperate attempts to get along with you.

However, in the pleasant conversations you had with him, you always saw him as the stereotype of the exemplary boy; someone who dedicated his entire life to his art, to the temple and was admired by everyone for his great talent. You thought he was assured of a great future thanks to his eccentric abilities.

And you, unlike most, learned very well from your mother that you could not let yourself be trampled; especially by anyone you barely knew. So the blood that ran through your veins and the passion for your own art that you kept for so long was slowly being tied to be limited, but with barely strong ropes. It hurt a lot to know that you were in a place that didn't belong to you, it was as if you were a squirrel in the Freljord, or a mouse in a perfume store.

And in the end, when you mentioned all these things to your mother, she didn't take it very well.

—Did you really go through all this while you were in that temple? —She asked, a cigarette between her fingers as she arranged her needles on the table.

You just nodded your head, not looking at your mother at all. The woman, at this, clicked her tongue.

—I knew that those bitches are only good for the basics, they didn't evolve at all —The woman brought the cigarette to her lips, taking a gentle drag —so, do you know something, my child? Send them to hell.

You were used to her bad vocabulary, so much so that at this, you just nodded your head again.

—I know perfectly well that you are not like me, that you want to venture out and learn about “the ways of art” and that I know —The woman moved her free hand in the air, while with the other she only lightly squeezed the cigarette. —, but if you're going to go alone so that that bunch of nuts can do you less, I'm going to get you out even by kicking you in the ass.

Your mother was tough as a chain in the teeth, and you knew that she couldn't last long without making trouble in the temple if there was someone bothering her only daughter. She cared very little if it was a student, a teacher or even the founder of the temple himself —Even though she knows that she died a long time ago— she would go and give her her dose of shit if she messed with the pride of her as a mother.

She advised you to kick their ass if they messed with you, but your father later talked to you about it, advising that you couldn't take all your feelings and thoughts to such an extreme, but that you should think coldly, and not give importance to people that were not to your specific liking, regardless of their social status. You were no less for coming from a family that came from the middle of nowhere.

During your temple walk, you always walked alone, which gave you plenty of time to think about your actions; You had been passive most of the time, however, more than once you let out those classic off-color comments when they already crossed your limit. Words like “Fuck you if you don't like it” or “You're barely able to use colors and you're going to tell me what I have to do?” escaped you in very rare cases.

You entered the less traveled part of the temple, hoping not to encounter those looks that made you uncomfortable. The song of nature resonated in your ears harmoniously, while the sound of the materials inside your bag resonated from time to time.

In the midst of your ramblings, you remembered your lost sculptures, and your forgotten materials; You were not a forgetful pardon, and it seemed strange to you not to find your favorite materials —That were metal, so they were worth a lot of money —, and even though you asked and asked, you couldn't find it anymore, so it depressed you a lot to think that you had lost something that had cost yout parents so much effort, and the mere memory of it caused you to feel that pang in your heart.

Even if your parents said it was nothing that couldn't be fixed, it hurt to know that you had lost one of the most expensive things your parents had cost you to get you.

But it was curious to think what a surprise you would get.

However, you get to hear some noises; without being the whining of baby birds waiting for food or rodents walking in search of food, but rather it resembled the voice of two people talking. You recognized both of their voices, but you thought it wasn't too important to stay there, in fact, you were already planning to go somewhere else when you heard it.

—So that girl, (Name), right?

—Yes, I didn't think you realized that issue.

The second boy's shy voice reminded you of that young man you rarely spoke to, which took you by surprise. Hwei wasn't the type of person to talk bad about someone behind their back, or at least that was the idea you had based on your interactions.

—You don't have to worry, after all it's normal for you to feel attracted to someone —Jhin mentioned, almost in a mocking manner—. So why don't you tell me about her?

You had already noticed the intention behind that interaction, however, after what happened, you thought that maybe you could calm your heart with some sweet words that you weren't meant to hear at that moment.

—Well, she is… incredible —He begins, you hear how the young man sits on a log due to the sound of the hollow wood —, she is beautiful, kind, tender… and her way of expressing her art is so… unique.

You gently leaned your back against the wood, trying not to make any sound. Something in your chest moved abruptly, as if your heart was fluttering like a butterfly in glass.

—I adore her sculptures, I feel that they are the most beautiful thing I have seen —He continues talking, slowly his emotion rose more and more —. I looked sometimes at her work in class or in the room away from her, and they are… beautiful.

—So much so that you had the need to steal them, right?

It was a single sentence, one which echoed in your head for several seconds.

—What are you talking about? —Hwei asks, arranging his hair a little, trying to place several strands behind his ear —. I would never do that.

You didn't hear how Hwei's tone of voice changed, becoming staccato, as his hands clung to his backpack, which he had in his lap.

At this, the other student laughed, almost like a subtle laugh, while his eyes wandered to where your shadow was looming. A mischievous smile forms on his face.

—So, I imagine that the sculptures that are in your room were made by you, right? —He questions, looking subtly into Hwei's eyes—. Or you bought them from her.

Your thoughts slowly formed a thread of the events that had happened. A lump formed in your throat, almost painfully so.

—Or her favorite utensils, she asked me if I had seen them last week, since she had left them near you the last time she saw them —He continued, almost introspectively—, but when I asked you, you only mentioned that you didn't see them that day either.

You shook your head, from the depths of your soul you prayed that it wasn't true, that you didn't have the school prodigy after you in such an extreme way.

—Well, I admit that I have some of her sculptures in my room, but they are the ones that she forgot in class or anywhere! —The pale boy snapped—. And I don't know what you think I did with her utensils, I don't know how to sculpt.

Jhin laughs again, barely audibly now, as if he knew that now he would have to act more vividly.

—And why were they in the box in your room? —Jhin asks him —, it even had remains of dry ceramics. Could it be that they were already used?

Hwei gritted his teeth, while his gaze met Jhin's again.

—That side of you… It's so peculiar. —He smiles —, I thought no one would see it, but you risk being seen in exchange for getting some things from (Name).

Hwei knew that darkness within his soul had awakened since the first day he saw you. And that darkness spread throughout his soul, mind and body, to the point that it seemed to consume all of his heart and mind.

—Your paintings were always warm colors —Jhin changed the subject, the smile disappearing from his face —, they were never about anything specific, but since you met that girl, something changed —He bowed gently in front of Hwei —. If it was about her, you focused on her in a way that made her seem pure, you used colors that highlighted her body or her emotion on her face. But she never looked at anyone —He subtly changed his focus —, she looked at the painter, or she didn't look at anyone, tell me, do you just want her to not look at anyone but you? Do you want her to the point that you don't want her to look at anyone but you?

He remained silent, in such a way that you could feel the weight of the words lingering in the air, causing an almost inexhaustible tension there. It was such that you could no longer hear the song of nature that you longed for so much.

—I won't criticize you, Hwei, you know that I understand better than anyone the dark feeling inside you —Jhin tried to sound empathetic —. And, if you want, I can help you make (Name) yours. I can make her fall in love with you and make that she can never leave you.

The obsessed young man understood how wrong it was to have those thoughts terrifying his mind, but he couldn't stop it, it was a feeling that had already taken root in his heart, and he couldn't tear it out no matter how much he wanted to.

—I can't… —Hwei whispered, his voice breaking —…, I don't want to harm her; She is so nice to me, I don't want to put her through all my feelings.

You heard him sob.

—You're not going to hurt her —Jhin comforts him, a hand running over his cheek —. I know you love her very much, and you notice how others hurt her. But, tell me, don't you think about those people really hurt her? —He subtly wipes away the tear that slipped down her face—. You should take care of those people, you know? So she could express her art as she loves it. Maybe she could even make thousands of statues without anyone to pressure her, and you could “borrow” them for yourself.

You had heard enough, you couldn't stay there for another minute.

However, before you could move, Jhin leaned close to Hwei's ear, his lips close to her loose strands of hair.

—Or you could take it right now, you know? This opportunity is perfect. —Jhin's mischievous smile spreads across his face.

Hwei opened his eyes to her peak, at the same time he heard a rope move abruptly.

And you felt your foot being pulled up, forcing you to hit your face against the ground, causing you to moan in pain.

—Shit. —You whispered, feeling your head spin, a small wound on your head began to make small drops of blood come out.

—That is…? —Hwei whispers, his heart sinking in his chest —(Name)..?

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Today I came wanting to write. I loved how this one-shot turned out, and I hope those who read it do too haha.

I hope to receive more orders if any of you wish, until then, I will be dedicated to my hobbies and my studies.

#yandere #obsessive love #yandere league of legends #yandere x you #poppa thoughs #league of legends #yandere male #yandere lol #hwei #league of legends hwei #hwei league of legends #Yandere hwei #Yandere hwei x reader #x female reader #female reader #x reader #yandere x reader

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paperandpencilsandskips · 4 months

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Machine alebrije Machine alebrije

Flow into every wall

Connect to my nerves

Pulse throughout the world

Feed me signals when

I don't trust my feelings

To touch something that isn't there

#a poem and also a prayer

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blimbo-buddy · 1 year

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can you tell us more about madre antre's story/world?

-Cracking knuckles- here we go. Note, this is all still a work in progress, some stuff will change or be removed/added. I'm also open for suggestions and criticism on anything and everything Tw/Cw for: Mentions of abuse, attempted child murder, a lot of war and a lot of death

About the world:

This one is more lacking as I still need to work through some things, however some general base ideas are there

-The location isn't anything specific, not really said what country or state or city it takes place in either

-Though, I draw a lot of inspiration of locations/descriptions from Los Angeles or California as a whole

-A lot of the culture you see with the animals in general is all based off Mexican culture, dialect, language, traditions, etc. I'm planning on integrating more stuff based on other Latine cultures into the world

-Domestic animals almost worship Alebrijes, colorful and vibrant statues that the humans often create. They believe that once you die, you become one of these creatures

-Most animals (specifically domesticated ones) don't view humans as some scary death gods pre-explosion. Post-explosion, their opinions on humans begin to sour up a bit, humans are animals just like them, and animals are neither good or bad. Animals can do harm, yes, but not on the level of mass destruction that humans had caused

-Going along with the previous statement, some animals are dead set on hating humans because of this, blaming all of them for the explosion. Obviously, this is not true, and other animals know this, arguing against these bold claims of humanity being monsters

-Non-domesticated animals (such as foxes or deer) refer to Humans different, often citing them as "Snam/Snamuh", "Elpoep", or "Nosrep", while domesticated animals simply refer to them as Humans. Another common spelling/pronounciation of "Snam/Snamuh" is "Nam/Namuh". Same thing, just remove a letter

-Animal religion will usually depend on the community in question. Sometimes animals of different species will believe in the same thing while groups of one specific animal (such as a clowder of cats or a herd of deer) will believe in the same thing. It all just depends really

-Domestic animals view houses, buildings, cars, and machines as having a symbiotic relationship with animals, more specifically houses. I kind of talk about this in this post but it's not about the story in question

-The opinion of humans isn't set in stone based on whether you are domesticated or not, there are coyotes who love humans for the scraps of food that they leave behind for them and there are dogs who don't trust humans because of the abuse that they were put through. They understand that humans are not all the same just as the other animals are not all the same

-This world (or at least, this area) has been devastated by a recent ongoing war that ravaged the city. The once bustling and prospering place of opportunity for humans and animals alike had devolved into a place of constant fear

-Without getting into the nitty gritty of it all, there has been a lot of casualties that preceded the explosion. Lots of military corruption that led to some soldiers firing at their own citizens, gun fights being a common thing (Which is how Pipit's human died, shot in the head by a stray bullet)

-Post-explosion, a good amount of life is decimated, especially human life. The ones who aren't dead are in the process of dying slowly and painfully

-A large, nearby zoo had recently been destroyed, causing all of the animals who survived the destruction to be let loose into the wild. From what you can expect, this completely set everything upside down as new, invasive species were added into the ecosystem. Overgrazing, over hunting, territory takeovers all transpired.

-Although some zoo animals have formed alliances with some of the other non-zoo animals in agreement to keep the hunting/grazing to a minimum, not taking more than they needed

About Madre Antre:

-When she was a child, she resembled a lykoi (I don't condone the breeding of Lykois due to the problems that arise with their skin)

-Madre Antre can't remember her old name, it hurts her own brain to try, too many bad memories attached.

-Was like a child psychic sorta, she could predict the future that chronologically, extended even past her death in the far off future

-However as her visions grew more and more disturbing, the animals (more specifically the cats) of her small community began to fear this young child

-Rumors started that anything that she said would transpire would come true, good or bad. But only the bad was focused on

-The straw that broke the camel's back was her biggest vision yet: “A Fiery, destructive cloud of Hell, searing the skin of both earth and beast."

-The cats decided that she needed to be killed in order to prevent future tragedies, including the world-ending one

-Her sister helped her escape into the woods and the cats who were going to execute Antre claimed that they had killed Antre

-Her sister had to stay painfully silent, knowing that if she revealed that her sister was still alive, they'd continue to hunt her down. So, she stood by and watched her family scream tears of mourning and depression

-So anyways, back to Antre, she's not really having a good time out in the wild. She eventually finds a seemingly abandoned fallout shelter, however, she finds out the shelter had a large hole in the corner. She didn't think about going deeper in to figure out what it was but, eventually, she did.

-The dug out hole eventually led her into a behemoth of a cave system to take further shelter in. She eventually gets lost.

-She meets a large group of cave salamanders who keep her company. Weird, yes, but they're nice enough to her as long as she doesn't eat them

-Slowly, her fur begins to shrivel away and flutter onto the cave floor due to stress and a bunch of other things that are really hammering into her poor mental state

-Her previous vision (The world-ending one) plagues her thoughts and dreams, she can't rid her mind of it, all of those animals that she witnessed be turned into swirls of dark red dust as they were swept away by the inferno. So, she ventured out of the tunnels to search for supplies. Supplies that she used to paint.

-She felt that painting her visions that she had seen would take her mind off of things, which wasn't a lie! The cave walls were scattered and decorated in beautiful and vibrant paintings that depicted visions, new and old, good and bad.

-As a side note: Antre's brushes were made up of a few items such as grass or dry brush, but she also would scavenge some fallen clumps of her fur to use as a brush.

-But her biggest and most personal project was, you guessed it, the World-Ending Vision. This one took her a long time to complete as she found the biggest wall of the cave, scaling it's massive size to achieve the proportions that she desired. All with the help of her Salamander Cluster to help her out

-Eventually she runs into other animals who they themselves had gotten lost in the caves. She usually helps them find a way out of the caves

-However, some animals came to seek sanctuary from the caves just as she did. Some animals came from abusive households which is why they were there. Unwilling to turn away those who are in need, Antre agrees to let them stay

-One of these animals is a cat named Pipit, who's owner was tragically shot in the head when they were both escaping a bunch of gun fire that had erupted suddenly (Going back to the previous section about the world)

-The animals that she helped leave the caves go on to spread the word about her, referring to her as Madre Antre

-Things are going… decently for Madre Antre I suppose. She's not so lonely, but, she's still plagued by her visions and anxieties of the "Hell Cloud"

-Madre Antre is looked up to for her odd but charming character and her visions plus her wisdom during this period. So, things aren't going bad for her.

-One day, Madre Antre heard the scuffle and worried chatter of the animals within the caves. She followed the voices and told them all to stay within the caves while she checked outside

-Faint, distant sirens delicately filled the air due to the distance they were at, her rheumy eyes spotted an odd black blot fall from the sky like an angel falling from grace

-It plunged into the earth and Madre Antre felt her heart plunge with it. She gazed into it's eyes, into it's fiery, destructive soul. A Fiery, destructive cloud of Hell.

#blimbo rambles #ask #madre antre #untitled animal war story #going to keep this as a temporary tag until a title can be created #abuse mention #ask me to tag in case I missed anything #massive post #hey I can use that tag now #it fits real well now. shocker

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bookclub4m · 1 year

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Episode 176 - Fantasy

This episode we’re talking about the genre of Fantasy! We discuss whether fantasy needs magic, clam powers, forklore, Tears of the Kingdom, worksonas, It’s Always My First Day at Wizard School, and more!

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, Google Podcasts, or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | Jam Edwards

Things We Read (or tried to…)

The Empress of Salt and Fortune by Nghi Vo

When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain by Nghi Vo

Trail of Lightning by Rebecca Roanhorse

Storm of Locusts by Rebecca Roanhorse

Sing, Nightingale by Marie Hélène Poitras, translated by Rhonda Mullins

A Master of Djinn by P. Djèlí Clark

The Haunting of Tram Car 015 by P. Djèlí Clark

Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune, narrated by Kirt Graves

The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw

Lakelore by Anna-Marie McLemore

Babel: An Arcane History by R.F. Kuang

The Chill by Scott Carson

Nothing but Blackened Teeth by Cassandra Khaw

Big Machine by Victor LaValle

Other Media We Mentioned

The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

Dragonriders of Pern by Anne McCaffrey (Wikipedia)

Elfquest by Wendy and Richard Pini (Wikipedia)

Read it online free!

Steven Universe (Wikipedia)

Sailor Moon (Wikipedia)

Squire by Sara Alfageeh and Nadia Shammas

Graceling by Kristin Cashore

The Golden Compass / Northern Lights by Philip Pullman

The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

Redwall (Wikipedia) Brian Jacques

The Discworld Mapp: Being the Onlie True and Mostlie Accurate Mappe of the Fantastyk and Magical Dyscworlde by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Briggs

Discworld (Wikipedia)

The Chronicles of Narnia (Wikipedia) by C.S. Lewis

The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis

Alanna: The First Adventure by Tamora Pierce

Wise Child by Monica Furlong

Juniper by Monica Furlong

The Sandman (comic book) (Wikipedia)

Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild (Wikipedia)

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom (Wikipedia)

Yakuza 0 (Wikipedia)

A Song of Ice and Fire (Wikipedia) by George R. R. Martin

The series of novels on which the television series Game of Thrones is based

The Wheel of Time (Wikipedia) by Robert Jordan

The Black God's Drums by P. Djèlí Clark

Leaving Mundania: Inside the Transformative World of Live Action Role-Playing Games by Lizzie Stark

Links, Articles, and Things

X-Men (Wikipedia)

Scarlet Witch

Magik (Illyana Rasputina) (though her magic powers are separate from her mutation)

Magical girl (Wikipedia)

Alebrije (Wikipedia)

Dungeons & Dragons (Wikipedia)

Independence Day (1996 film) (Wikipedia)

30 Fantasy fiction by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

Light from Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki

Road of the Lost by Nafiza Azad

A Broken Blade by Melissa Blair

A Thousand Steps into Night by Traci Chee

The Last Tale of the Flower Bride by Roshani Chokshi

The Unbroken by C.L. Clark

The Book Eaters by Sunyi Dean

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn

VenCo by Cherie Dimaline

The Daughters of Izdihar by Hadeer Elsbai

We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal

Blood Scion by Deborah Falaye

The Gilda Stories by Jewelle Gomez

The Lost Dreamer by Lizz Huerta

Black Leopard, Red Wolf by Marlon James

The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin

The Björkan Sagas by Harold R. Johnson

Untethered Sky by Fonda Lee

Six Crimson Cranes by Elizabeth Lim

A Magic Steeped in Poison by Judy I. Lin

The Grace of Kings by Ken Liu

The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna

The Return of the Sorceress by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

The Famished Road by Ben Okri

Beasts Made of Night by Tochi Onyebuchi

The Monsters We Defy by Leslye Penelope

Black Sun by Rebecca Roanhorse

The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

The Rage of Dragons by Evan Winter

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Join us again on Tuesday, June 20th we’re talking about celebrity book clubs and one book reading campaigns!

Then on Tuesday, July 4th we’ll be discussing non-fiction books about UFOs and Aliens!

#episodes #fantasy #fiction #genres

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regaloni · 2 years

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Nostos Region | Regional Variant

Clefairy → Clefebrije

Clefairy, the Fairy Pokémon (Fairy/Normal-type)

The people of the Nostos region believe that the Clefairy that arrived in this region changed over time in an attempt to become closer to the moon. They are festive Pokémon and seen as connections to the world of spirits.

Ability: Magic Guard or Magic Bounce | HA: Friend Guard

- Evolves with a Moon Stone -

Clefebrije, the Alebrije Pokémon (Fairy/Ghost-type)

Nostosian Clefairy’s almost spiritual connection to the moon has allowed them to evolve into a new form that gains the Ghost-typing. These Pokémon are extremely loving and caring and will do their best to guide and protect their trainers and loved ones. It is believed that Clefebrije are also spirit guides and help the deceased through their journey in the world of spirits.

Ability: Magic Guard or Magic Bounce | HA: Friend Guard

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Inspired by piñatas, alebrijes, Land of the Lustrous, and alebrije bobblehead figures.

#fakemon #fakemon art #fakemon fanart #fakemon region #fakedex #pokemon #pokemon art #pokemon fanart #pokemon region #nostos #nostos region #nostos pokedex #pokemon spain #pokemon california #pokemon violet #pokemon scarlet #pokemon scarlet and violet

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wilygryphon · 1 year

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Ragnarok de Dies Irae - Reaper Agents

As Sora travels through the upper planes (the UG) of several worlds, he picks up more allies who help him on his quest to restore order to the worlds. He starts out with Yozora by his side after freeing Shinjuku's UG from tyranny, but his party grows over time.

Strelitzia- Sora had met her previously as a Nameless Star, and Joshua grants his request to help her by pulling her soul from the Final World and turning her into a Noise, who journeys with Sora as a creature. For a while, even she does not know her name, so Sora just calls her "Star". She has a different form in each world, such as appearing as an Alebrije in La Tierra de los Muertos (the Coco world).

X/Skuld- She was already a Reaper Agent by the time she and Sora met up. She has no memory prior to her time as a patient and prisoner in Radiant Garden as Subject X, but she retains her sense of duty, her Keyblade, and a memory of the phrase "May your heart be your guiding key" (which clues Sora in to her history being significant). She is known only as "X" until Sora shares a group selfie on social media and Lea, Isa, and Ventus recognize her.

Ephemer

Oswald Rabbit- Mickey Mouse's stepbrother. He trained alongside his brother under Yen Sid until an accident caused him to be Unchained and "lost in time"—stranded in Timeless River, Disney Castle's UG plane. Unable to find a way back, he became the town's mayor and guardian, married, and had hundreds of kids. As his world was unable to properly evolve like the Realground version, he became resentful of Mickey, who became a king and Keyblade Master. He initially tries to shoo Sora away, but ends up working with him to keep the world and everyone's memories safe, and he then joins him on his quest, realizing that he can finally make a difference.

I haven't decided on if there would be any more Reaper Agents, but this is probably a good "main party" size.

#ragnarok de dies irae #kh rddi #kingdom hearts fanfiction

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wonderandwanderinginmexicocity · 1 year

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The Art of Remembering

“So long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.”

― Carlos Ruiz Zafón

For most of us, autumn is a contemplative season. If spring represents birth and renewal, and summer the glory and vitality of youth, then there is a wise wistfulness to the fall, of reflecting before the inevitable coming of winter and death. Being a transitory season, not quite summer and not quite winter, many cultures have viewed this time of year as a season where magical things can happen.

Halloween and the Day of the Dead are in many ways very different holidays from different places, but they are both based on this idea that this time of year is special, and that the border between worlds becomes thin and spirits can move amongst us. The ancient Celts of Ireland would leave out food and treats to try to appease the spirits that may cross over. From here it is easy to see where trick or treating evolved from, and the Celtic holiday of Samhain eventually became a major source for modern Halloween. The Aztecs believed that in the fall, spirits of loved ones could cross over, and visit us for a while. It wasn’t a time of sorrow, but a time of joy and remembering those who are dead but are not gone from our hearts. For the Aztecs, death was merely a door to another room, and we keep people alive by remembering and honoring them. These ancient beliefs underpin the modern practices of the Day of the Dead.

El Día de los Muertos is largely celebrated, both in private homes and in public displays, by the creation of ofrendas. These offerings or altars are meant to be a physical manifestation of the remembering, complete with photos of the deceased and items that they enjoyed or used, such as candy, cigarettes, or cans of beer. There are a lot of personal and regional variations in the styles of ofrendas, but there are certain symbolic items that are placed on the ofrenda that are crucial and long predate the arrival of the Spanish in Mexico.

One of the most important symbols of the Day of the Dead is cempasúchil, the Aztec name for the fragrant marigold flower native to Mexico. The Aztecs believed cempasúchil had a special smell that would guide the dead back to their families, so it is naturally an important part of the ofrenda. The flower is associated with Mictecacihuatl, or the Lady of the Dead, who permitted spirits to leave the underworld to commune with their families.

There are other ancient components of the ofrenda. Ceramic or sugar skulls are included to represent the truth that death is a part of life. An important element of the altar is salt, which represents the purification of the dead after they have moved on from this life. The salt is meant to purify the souls of the ancestors, so that they are able to travel back and visit next year. Candles are included to represent hope and faith, and light the way to the altar. An important symbol of the spirit and the afterlife is the xolo. Native to Mexico and one of the few domesticated animals of the Aztecs, the breed xoloitzcuintli was believed to help the spirits of the dead cross the Chiconauhuapan river and enter the underworld, Mictlān. In ancient times, people were even buried with these dogs. But today, placing a figurine on an altar will do. On my ofrenda, my xoloitzcuintli is also an alebrije, a spirit animal that is meant to guide and protect the dead as they travel through Mictlān. A common offering that is placed on the altar is water. In ancient times and today, it is believed that that the first thing the souls of the departed ask for after arriving in the underworld is water, as they are parched from their long journey.

In my second year living in Mexico, I decided to make my first ofrenda, in large part because I find the tradition touching and also, I hope, cathartic. In the United States, we tend to work very hard not to think about death and mortality, despite its universal inevitability. We pay a high price for these mental gymnastics: We often don’t take the necessary time to think of our loved ones who are gone, how they cared for us and made us the people we are today. As I look upon the faces of my grandparents, so young in their photos, I can’t help but wonder about their dreams and aspirations, if their lives turned out as they hoped, and what it must have been like to live through the Great Depression and World War II. El Día de los Muertos is not supposed to be a sad day, but a celebration, and yet I can’t help feeling bittersweet about the whole experience. These were people I loved. People who made me feel safe and loved. I am sad they are gone. But the Day of the Dead has given me the opportunity to honor them and be grateful. And maybe invite them to visit for a while.

#halloween #dayofthedead #thedayofthedead #ofrenda #altar #eldiadelosmuertos #diadelosmuertos #travelgram #mexico #México #culturamexicana #ElDíadelosMuertos #DíadelosMuertos #ofrendas #tradicionmexicana #autumn #fall

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lukamodric · 2 years

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tbt to mexico 2018, when charles was gifted an alebrije sculpture by mexican manufacturers. his alebrije is a mixture of a hedgehog, a rabbit and a field mouse. 🐰🐭

“the alebrijes are spiritual guides for your soul, reminders of your place in the world, and society, holders of the torch; they are meant to lead you in your path and help you become who you are supposed to be.”

#sorry i will simply never forget that his alebrije is a mix btw a rabbit n a MOUSE #charles leclerc #mexico gp 2018

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amothmanstolemydoritos · 1 year

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Legend Quest- Netflix.

My Characters- AlienMoth.

Song- Adventure Time.

Bad Girl/Good Boy.

CJ: Good little boy,

Always picking a fight with me.

You know that I'm bad,

But you're spending the night with me.

What... do you want... from my world?

You're a good little boy.

Alebrije: Bad little girl.

That's what you're acting like.

I really don't buy

That you're that kind of guy.

And... if you are...

Why do you want to hang out with me?

CJ: Don't you know I'm a villain?

Every night, I'm out scaring

Sending everyone running like children?

I know why you're mad at me.

I got demon eyes... and they're looking right through your anatomy,

Into your deepest fears.

Baby, I'm not from here,

I'm from the Cryptosphere. To me, you're clear... transparent.

You've got a thing for me, boy. It's apparent.

Kylíe: Oh oh, I got a hot potato

And I got two hot tomatoes.

Well, they'll make a good sauce maybe,

So I'll shake my bottle, baby.

I'll shake it and shake it

And shake it and shake it

And shake it all over the table... on the table

For as long as I am able.

La da da da da,

Da da da da da da da da da da,

Da da da da da da.

#legend quest #my characters

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semper-legens · 1 year

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101. The Sunbearer Trials, by Aiden Thomas

Owned: No, library Page count: 401 My summary: It’s time for the Trials. Ten semidióses will be chosen today to compete for the title of Sunbearer. The winner will gain the crown - and the loser will have the honour of being sacrificed to keep the Obsidian gods at bay. Teo didn’t expect to be chosen - he’s the son of a Jade, not a prestigious Gold - but he and another Jade are selected by Sol to compete. Now they’re fighting for their lives to keep out of the bottom spot, but is something strange happening at these Trials? Why are the other competitors acting so out of character? And just what was Sol thinking in all of this? My rating: 4/5 My commentary:

The Sunbearer Trials! I'm always down for a bit of LGBT+ YA, and I've liked Aiden Thomas' previous work, Cemetery Boys. Though I thought that book suffered from being not particularly subtle at times, overall I enjoyed the world, setting, characters, and plot, and so after reading the summary for this one, I decided to give it a shot. And, overall, I'm glad I did. While I still had some of the same problems with Thomas' writing, the world and characters were expansive and interesting enough to engage me, and when the sequel to this comes out, I'm probably going to give it a read. What can I say? I'm a sucker for YA fantasy.

Our main character is Teo, the trans son of the goddess of birds, Quetzal. He's a Jade (more on that later) so he didn't expect to be chosen for the Trials. Unfortunately for him, he's the protagonist. He's joined by Niya, his friend who is the daughter of the Earth god Tierra, and Xio, the youngest competitor, fellow Jade, and son of Mala Suerte, god of bad luck. Niya is fun as hell, she’s a boisterous lass who acts without thinking roughly 110% of the time. Xio is shyer, more retiring, and very out of his depth. And Teo himself is bitter about being a Jade (and about his relationship with Aurelio, a Gold, dying) and fighting to keep all of his friends safe. He’s less worried about Niya than himself and Xio, however. Teo’s a good YA protagonist - he’s got a strong sense of justice, finds himself leaping into danger rather than listening to caution, and has a good instinct when something’s wrong. His voice is compelling and I found myself very much liking him. In general, actually, all the characters here are pretty well-defined - despite there being ten semidióses and a handful of gods as well as auxiliary characters to keep track of, I never struggled in remembering who everyone was and the short version of what their deals were.

And the worldbuilding here is so cool! This is a sort of alternate Mexico without so much of the colonialism - the gods are clearly inspired by Aztec mythology (like Quetzal) and a lot of the world is based on classic Mexican iconography, such as the alebrijes. Thomas has put a lot of thought and creativity into how the cities of Reino del Sol work, and the various powers and blessings gifted to the semidióses. And much of the language is Spanish-inspired rather than English-inspired; semidiós instead of demigod, TuTube instead of YouTube, Mexican candy rather than white American candy. It’s really neat, very much in line with the worldbuilding of Cemetery Boys.

Now, I do have a few criticisms here. As I said with Cemetery Boys, the writing here isn’t exactly subtle. Teo’s wings are the best example - he keeps them bound under his shirt at first because they’re the brown of girl wings, not the green that boys have. But when he stops hiding his wings, they change to green dramatically. Gee, I wonder what this is a metaphor for? It’s not like the writing’s bad, it’s just not keeping its subtext...sub. Xio and Teo have a heart-to-heart about being trans that sounds like it came straight out of a ‘how to talk to your trans friend’ handbook. The Golds missing out on normal lives and childhoods because of their Gold status is hammered home again and again. I just feel like this could have done with another draft to make it that much less overt, you know? It’s also notable that there are fair few transmascs in this book, but no (mentioned) trans women. None of this stopped me enjoying the book, but it did keep me from completely loving it.

Next up, some short stories that are allegedly horror, and prove once again that I should stop judging books by their covers.

#The Sunbearer Trials #aiden thomas #bookblr #book blog #book blogger #4

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