#avalan

[uriangerswife]

Posting this bisexual for Bisexual Awareness Day 💗💜💙

[shivasdarknight]

I love these two shots with @uriangerswife a lot for two very different reasons

Like they're both cute and especially the one with Daraxi (bnuuy) since it's just a cute hanging out photo

But the top one is a really good example of just how fucking big Surkie is compared to slightly above max height femra.

like she could snap a min height femra like a twig

[oldacefox]

Avalan, my half-drow, dark urge, circle of the land druid. Precious little bhaal-babe.

[grumpyascianteddybear]

you said you had something you needed to say to me .  so ,  what is it ? ( from lahabrea )

"I need you to talk to your wife." Emet stated as a huff left him. The bitch was messing with the atherial sea again. He wasn't happy about it. It was annoying to deal with. "I already talked to mine about trying to keep the chaos to a minimum while she is in town for you."

[lesbiano-idiota2]

El imbecil de Milei veta la reforma jubilatoria y se pudre

[enmnoticias]

Avalan ayuntamientos creación del Tribunal de Justicia Administrativa del Estado.

*** Mayoría de autoridades municipales a favor del decreto que reforma la fracción VI del Artículo 67 de la Constitución Política Local, aprobado el pasado 25 de octubre por este Congreso. Xalapa, Ver.– La LXVI Legislatura del estado de Veracruz de Ignacio de la Llave declaró aprobado el decreto que reforma la fracción VI del Artículo 67 de la Constitución Política del Estado, avalado por esta…

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c15. The Viper.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: Don Raffaè, Fabrizio de Andrè

abstract: it's Simon. here I am talking to Jude again, this time it gets too far, the police are involved… no just kidding (I wish someone would just take her away, believe me). also is anyone gonna tell her to stop using this bloody dialect of hers? it sound stupid anyways and I can't understand a word she says. bye.

T'agg ditt Salvo, è venuto a trovarmi a danza, io dovevo mangiare e gli ho chiesto se voleva cenare. Poi avrei portato fuori il cane e mi ha detto che era pericoloso da sola e mi ha accompagnato'. She was in her bathroom in her underwear, painting her toenails while on the phone with Salvo. She usually did this to make her feet seem more normal, she hated the blisters and calluses from wearing pointe shoes. If she didn't hurry up she would be late for work. She told him the Lieutenant had visited her after ballet class and since she needed to eat, she invited him out. Then, he suggested they'd walk the dog together since it was getting late. 'Fra, te non hai capito questo chi è', Salvo insisted. He was very surprised to hear that Lieutenant Riley, the one he briefly met years ago was going out and having dinner with his friend. Going out in general, really. 'Non ha famiglia, glieli hanno uccisi tutti, è una macchina da guerra, io e i colleghi avevam paura.' He told her back before he even met her, he heard stories about him. That a mission had gone sideways for him and his whole family had been killed (she felt terribly bad for asking about it). He told her that he was a killing machine, that him and his teammates feared him. She put away her nail polish. 'Salvo agg capit…Jinx lascia!' She said while trying to get a hold of her dog who stole her slippers. She sensed she was about to leave and decided to make it impossible for her to get ready in peace. She told her friend Simon had been actually nice the night before, she had to give him that. He kept going on saying few ever saw him without his mask on, that it was some kind of unspoken rule and he would get annoyed if someone tried to take it off, that he had survived hell and so on. She didn't tell him he ate a burger in front of her.

She asked if he was married, he said he had never saw him even speak with a woman that wasn't a coworker, that he probably lived a quite secluded life. She said she believed him. It's not a big deal, she said, but he got my fake name. Salvo paused. He won't know about… the other stuff, Alba. You're fine, he can't possibly know. She finished getting ready, and got to the base. She had an easy day ahead, she would start many of her appointments on zoom, some of her patients were deployed all over the world. Christmas is in a few weeks as well, she thought. It made her sad. She remembered Christmas dinners and parties very well in Italy, they had lots of traditions, they used to play board games and drink and eat together… She still did that by herself, unfortunately Jinx didn't know how to play cards. Salvo was still in Korea and she didn't think he would be back in time to see her. He would visit Italy and celebrate there, she thought. She sent him a message on the way to the car, to tell her about his plans for New Years.

She got to the base and when she turned the corner to get to the office she stopped. Simon. In front of her door. Except, she didn't smile this time. One time, I appreciate, two times, you're kind and caring, what's up now? To confirm her thought that something wasn't right, as soon as he saw her, Simon started walking towards her. What did I do now, do I need to run? He was wearing a black tight shirt and cameo trousers, his boots heavy on the ground. He looked scary, she even took a step back when she saw him coming towards her. He was as scary as an avalanche. It was so weird, now he saw him as he really was. A soldier, a man of war. He killed for a living, he wasn't her new little friend. Are you gonna kill me as well?

'Let's go' he said when he approached her. 'What? I have patients', she replied, he went past her at this point and turned the corner. I'm not following you Simon. What is he on about? He stopped when he noticed she wasn't behind him. 'Alba, let's go, you're not working today.' He insisted, and she just got more annoyed. 'No.' She kept a straight face and crossed her arms. 'And don't fucking call me that.' She hissed. She was confused, to say the least. He scoffed and took a step towards her. Why do you have to make things difficult now, I'm just trying to do my job. And yes, I am calling you by your pretty name since I can't get it out of my head. She took a step back, away from him. Was she afraid of him? He felt a burning pressure in his chest. He took a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders to seem less intimidating. Does she think he would hurt her like that other soldier did a year ago? If she only knew how much he thought about her, last night. She couldn't imagine how much time he lied awake, one arm between his head and the pillow, thinking so hard about her he felt his brain melting. Her lashes. Her voice. Her nails, the rosy colour of her cheeks.

'Laswell ordered me to come get you. She wants to see you.' He spoke with his voice soft, gently scrunching down to make up for those 30 centimetres that divided their eyes. Just come with me. He saw her relax, her expression softening. Still, she was frowning in confusion. 'My patients…', she looked like a confused little kid, she looked like when you do your maths homework with your dad at the kitchen table and you're tired and heartbroken and you're not getting any of the maths. He figured bossing her around wasn't really the way to win her heart. 'Already taken care of.' She had a white turtleneck on. With that, her blonde, silky hair, her translucent eyes piercing through his soul, she looked like an angel. She looked like a cloud, like an elf, the Lord of the Rings ones. 'You could have fucking told me earlier.' There she was.

He sighed and took off with her trough the corridor. 'What's going on?' she asked, and he didn't reply. 'If you don't answer I'm gonna fucking scream', she was nearly running, to keep up with him and he quite liked seeing her mad. 'She's gonna tell you.' He quickly glanced down at her. Her makeup looked different but he could not really pinpoint why. It made her whole face look brighter. They walked to Laswell's office, took the lift in silence. She smelled nice. Tangerines, flowers. It was a fresh smell. He opened the door of the office for her. Inside, Captain Price, Laswell, Calvin Klein Handsome Boy and Scotland were in the room staring at her. Her and the Lieutenant behind her. They looked like they were about to yell 'Surprise!' and balloons would appear and they would eat cake. Or they were just waiting for her and Simon to arrive cause they were invited for dinner. Or maybe they were going to play hide and seek until one of them found her and had the pleasure to kill her while the others watched. She felt Simon's presence behind her, she was too concentrated scanning the room but she could swear he gently pushed her back to make her get inside the room. 'Jude, thanks for coming, I'm sorry for making you skip your appointments.' Kate smiled and indicated she sat down at her desk. She was not gonna sit down. She took a step foreword and waited her to speak, her arms stiff at her sides, back straight. What's going on. Why the meeting, why this many people.

'Jude, Ghost told me about your theory. The crater.' Her eyes shot up at the captain, how spoke from beside the window. She looked at him 'Did he?' She whispered, then she looked at Simon, or better in the situation, Ghost, who was standing at her right. He was standing legs spread and arms crossed. Traitor. I told you not to say anything. She was ready to apologise for interfering. She shouldn't have trusted him. She had to change her job for sure, she had to leave again. She messed up too bad this time, she managed to mess up the only good thing about her life… Now this really wasn't a comfortable situation for Simon either. He had some explaining to do. He went to see the captain the night before and told him everything. 'I don't know if she's right to be honest. The crater is there and it's a good natural hiding spot for sure. I don't know if it's good enough intel', he had said. Price had thought for a few seconds. 'Listen Simon, I trust your judgement. I don't want to know where and when you talked to her, but we have a job to do…' he tried to interrupt, but he kept going. 'No, no don't worry, I don't want to know about your personal life, to be honest it would be nice to see you settle down and she really is a nice girl…'

'Sir, I-'

'The thing is, if she's wrong and this was all a little game we could waste time, lose our target and put our men at risk.' He managed to investigate further and found out Jude was right, again. Jude 2 - Ghost 0. He briefed his teammates that morning, who asked how he got that information and in which setting he spoke to Jude, which he replied was classified. They looked at him and they knew he was hiding something. He didn't even want to know what they thought. 'Yes, you see, we have a camp, headquarters near Al-Jareena, a few soldiers are still there. Yesterday night, after I was informed about what you found I sent them in the desert, they stopped…' he got close to the table and indicated the map that was placed in the middle '…about here.' She moved closer to the table. 'I sent two drones ahead. They found the crater, about two miles from where the cars had stopped.' He was typing on the keyboard of a laptop. He showed her the screen, she could see the video tape that the drones had recorded. It was in night vision, she couldn't see well, but the image was mostly clear. He spoke again while the video played. 'You see, there are snipers here… and all the way here…and when they got close to the centre…' he stopped, but she understood.

She could see buildings, tents. A camp. She could see people moving around, she could see a campfire. Guns. Then she spotted it. On the side of a tent. She looked up at the captain, her eyes bright with excitement. She could fucking cry in that moment. The viper print on the tent, eyes bright red. Khorram's troops were inside the crater.

notes: translation: 'Ti ho detto, è venuto a trovarmi a danza, io dovevo mangiare e gli ho chiesto se voleva cenare. Poi avrei portato fuori il cane e mi ha detto che era pericoloso da sola e mi ha accompagnato'. means 'I told you, he came to see me at ballet, i needed to eat and i asked him if he wanted to have dinner. Then I would have walked the dog and he said it was dangerous to go alone and he came with me.' 'Fra, te non hai capito questo chi è' means 'Bro, you don't understand who this is'. Fra is the abbreviated version of 'fratello' which means brother. When two are really close is common to call each other fra, boy of girl we don't care, even because it's a funny word, it's fake gangsta slang. I call my girlfriends fra all the time. 'Salvo agg capit…Jinx lascia!' means 'Salvo, I got it…Jinx let it go'.

notes: one of alba's perfumes is disumano by morph. (disumano means non human).

notes: can you tell I'm back at uni, I'm posting again lol

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[the-magiarcheologist]

Hogwarts Legacy concept art

Don't know if anyone has shared these yet:

And individual porfolios of many artitst who worked on the game (go look at their full profile to find all the concept art for HL)

Intersting tidbit that can be found in there 👀 (maybe they can still offer that possibility for the sequel??)

Looking at the concept art for the cairn dungeons and the ancient magic dungeons (by Ben Simonsen) it also looks like thay had thought of much more elaborate puzzles within the dungeons and it hurst my heart that they cut that 😥 I wanted challenging puzzles to solve!

[ruiniel]

Finding Anghabar

A friend showed me an overly enthusiastic cave exploration video and it reminded me of an old scene I wrote for a story featuring Maeglin. Said story is now unpublished but revived the scene here.

They traveled a narrow vale between the mountain peaks for much of the day, and would soon set camp and wait for dawn to move forward. Their animal companions needed to regain their strength.

The first few days and nights passed uneventfully as the group ventured deeper into the recesses of the mountain range. It was colder here, and the wind blew mercilessly as they climbed, but they were prepared and the natural resistance and hardiness of their bodies before the elements aided them.

Ten days passed in this manner, with smaller successes along the road as minor deposits of silver and gold ore were found. These places were marked for the future. When dusk was nigh, Tanwetamo gave the signal to raise camp in a vale surrounded by steep crags. All knew their tasks and took to them, either by raising protective enclosures to sleep in or by starting fires.

Maeglin looked to the unwelcoming crests, rising dark and silent against the skies. As his eyes listlessly roamed, he noticed a hollow within the slope of one of the surrounding cliffs. Dropping his pack, he called to Tanwetamo.

“What is it you see, prince?” This was the first time they’d taken this route, and any new possibility was worth exploring.

“Set your sight ahead. I think that may merit our interest.” He pointed towards the very place.

Tanwetamo looked to where Maeglin showed, and his interest was peaked indeed. Turning, he motioned for Mercion and a few others to join. “Let us climb for a closer view.”

The group reached the narrow crevice and saw it was wide enough for one of lithe frame to pass through. Maeglin entered first, followed by the rest. It was dark and humid inside. They discerned a wide cavern, possibly running longer than their sight could determine. There was no sign of life, but a curious scent lingered in the musty air.

Maeglin and Tanwetamo climbed through to one side, nimbly sprinting across boulders and debris. They drew closer to one wall. Maeglin placed his fingers upon the cold surface, tracing thin, dark grey lines which shimmered encased within the stone. His eyes widened.

“Iron!” he looked at Tanwetamo. “So much of it!”

Indeed, as the master craftsman inspected the wall, his features lit in wonder. Everywhere were signs of a rich seam of what could only be hard iron. This they needed, and had sought for a long time. It was not only used for building weapons and armor, but required for structural enhancements to the city.

The others also noticed the clear signs of the element and were glad, seeing their efforts already rewarded.

Tanwetamo placed a firm hand on the prince’s shoulder. “This find is yours. Let us mark it and—“ before he could continue, there came a sundering.

Heads swiveled to the source, only to fall upon an immense creature lumbering in the dark, making its way toward them. Its form was layered with patches of greenish scales. It stood tall as a threatening colossus with a maw of sharp, jagged teeth. Green liquid dribbled down its chin. It roared and tumbled forward, limbs crashing stone with little effort.

The group evaded as they could with their light sprints, but their new enemy followed, eyes set on the intruders.

“All to me!” Tanwetamo called, his voice stern as the elves drew their weapons.

Maeglin tried to think. Eöl had told him of this. Fell creatures inhabited the hidden recesses of the world, and though sparse, there were chances for one to stumble upon such. He tried to recall the descriptions... the one before them most closely resembled a troll, the cave-dwelling kind. Their strength surpassed their eyesight, and though Maeglin had never seen one in the flesh before, his father had told stories of encountering and defeating one.

Just then the troll roared again, its powerful thrusts unleashing an avalanche of stone. A few elves escaped the enclosure through the narrow opening, but the falling debris trapped the others, who could go no further.

Anguirel drawn, Maeglin was running towards Tanwetamo, who’d been struck by a falling boulder. The master smith now rose to his knees in a dazed attempt, bleeding profusely from a gash to the side of his head. His weapon lay a good distance away. With little thought in terms of precaution, Maeglin took flight from one sharp outcropping of rock and soared, landing on the troll’s back.

He fluidly vaulted and evaded its attempts at throwing him off. ‘Between the eyes, my son. That is where it is most vulnerable. And the back of its head.’

In one leap, holding his black sword with both hands, Maeglin thrust the blade through the base of its skull.

The troll shook, and he was too slow in evading a heavy arm as it shot upward in a confusing array of desperate movement, striking him with the full force of a falling mountain. Eyesight dimming, he crashed into the eastern wall of the cave, and did not rise again.

[uriangerswife]

you must see her

[rachaeljoelleart]

Avalan

[oldacefox]

[lordguru]

Avalan: "Don't ever do that again!"

[bagsofbones63]

The Boar and the Bat

This the first story I had ever written for myself so it being my first post makes sense. It features my OCs Avalanche and El Vacío (real names to be revealed later) Hope you enjoy.

"A-va-lanche, A-va-lanche, A-val-lanche!" The chant crescendoed as a hulking figure entered the arena. The chant devolved into a cacophony of cheers while the boar wrestler slowly made his way to the ring. He wanted nothing more than to wave back at the crowd and thank them for their excitement but he knew that would betray the arrogant and brash character his agent had concocted for him. Instead, he paused in front of the ring and flexed for the crowd before winking at a group of fans. "People love a flirt," his agent would always tell him. The way the fans suffered a group fainting spell only validated that statement.

He rolled into the ring and took center stage before flexing again. Wearing only a mask and a pair of wrestling trunks, nothing was left to the imagination. Personally, he would have preferred something warmer, his white chest and arm fur only did so much to keep him warm, but his agent insisted that this was the best outfit for him. "Sex sells" she would say. The slow decrescendo of cheers signaled that it was time for him to take his spot on the side of the ring and wait for his opponent. He leaned on the ropes and tried to present a relaxed, almost bored disposition. In actuality he was beyond excited; the mix of cold and anticipation was causing goosebumps to erupt all over his skin. He wondered who he would be fighting; the producers never told the wrestlers who their opponents were. He thought it was some odd attempt to keep them on their toes.

Silence fell over the arena as everyone awaited the reveal of Avalanche's challenger. Several seconds passed but, still, there was no sign of his opponent. Confused murmurs from the crowd began to overtake the room. "A no show? Really?" He thought. Knowing he couldn't let the dead air continue, Avalanche made his way to the center of the ring. "Looks like I scared him off, didn't I!" He shouted.

"YEAH!" The crowed shouted in response.

A hearty laugh escaped his barreled chest before he continued. "That just goes to show that he couldn't handle,” He flexed his right arm for emphasis. “The crushing weight,” his left arm followed suit. “Of an Avalan- '' the lights cut out causing him to lose his words. When they came back a new figure was standing atop a turnbuckle in the corner of the ring. The bat wrestler El Vacío had made his entrance.

A brief look of surprise flashed across Avalanche's face before it morphed into a thinly veiled embarrassment as he realized he was still posing. He regained his composure and dropped his arms before adopting a saccharine scowl while he took note of who his opponent was. "Him, really?" Avalanche thought. He had heard of the eccentric newbie wrestler but he hadn't expected to see him in the ring so soon.

"Nice of you to finally join us" Avalanche snarled in an intentionally showy manner. The bat only gave a slight head tilt in response. Avalanche had to admit, the combination of appearing from nowhere, the eerie silence, and the bat's skull mask left him a little anxious. Vacío definitely had a solid gimmick going on.

El Vacío jumped down and stood in front of Avalanche. Avalanche observed his opponent as they began circling one another. First, he noticed his size. El Vacío was much smaller than him. There appeared to be about a 6 inch difference between the 6 foot boar and the bat. Next, he took note of Vacío's outfit. The bat wore a pair of white wrestling trunks over black tights with skeletal legs painted over them. Going up showcased his lithe yet still muscular frame. "He's going to be a fast one," Avalanche thought. His gaze finally reached that bat's mask. Or at least what he thought was a mask. The dark hollow holes where the wrestler's eyes should have been gave the impression that it could really be a skull. Betraying the bat's undead visage were the glimmers of purple light in his hollow eyes. "His costume designer must have had a field day with that mask," Avalanche surmised. Lastly, his eyes locked onto the wings on the bat's back. An unintentional snort escaped him. He hated fliers. They often made matches take forever. It would be nice if he could jump off a rope and catch them in the air, but his girth left him landlocked in matches. Their circular dance ended with both wrestlers adopting their own stances.. Avalanche, arms outstretched, was prepared to charge at Vacío as soon as the bell rang. It was a bit of a stereotype to be a charging boar but the crowd seemed to love it. Opposite of him Vacío stood still and straight with his head tilted at an unnatural and painful looking angle. "This has to be the strangest person I've met," Avalanche thought.

*ding*

*ding*

*ding*

The bell signaled the start of Avalanche's charge towards Vacío. On the verge of colliding, Vacío pivoted to the left and dodged the attack. Avalanche spun around to look at his opponent as he collided with the rope. The bat was already in motion, throwing a lightning fast kick at the boar's gut. It wasn't very effective. The kick rebounded off his stomach and left Vacío off balance. Seizing the opportunity, Avalanche grabbed Vacio's leg with an iron grip. He lifted the trapped bat into the air and marched towards the center of the ring. Vacìo didn't even attempt to escape, his body rigid and unmoving. Avalanche presented the bat to the crowd like a dad showing off a caught fish. Cheers were the reward for his big catch.

"Look at this little runt," Avalanche bellowed. "Show's up late and he doesn't even last a minute!" The crowd boos at the bat. "For being a bat he does an awfully good job at playing Oposs-" a kick to the head stunned him out of his sentence. Two other kicks followed causing him to loosen his grip. The fourth kick almost set the bat free. Before a fifth kick could reach Avalanche, he tightened his grip and flung Vacío in the ground. The force of the slam caused the bat to bounce back into the air. Avalanche used this opportunity to send him plummeting to the ground again with a forceful elbow to the gut. Knowing his opponent would be out of commission, Avalanche took the opportunity to flaunt to the crowd. He gestured for the crowd to start cheering and was met with a deafening boom of excitement. He looked down at his opponent, raised his arm, tapped his elbow twice, and performed an elbow drop with the full force of his body. During his descent on Vacío he thought his vision went black. Except it wasn't his vision, the lights had gone out. By the time they were back on his elbow had impacted the floor of the ring with a loud slam. Vacío had vanished in the darkness. A wildfire of gasps spread through the crowd. Avalanche pushed himself up and did a quick 360 to look around the ring. The bat was nowhere to be found. In the corner of his eye he noticed something strange, instead of watching him the crowd was looking up. He directed his upward and spotted the bat hanging upside down on the rafters of the arena. The lights went out again. They came back just in time for Avalanche to see Vacío's foot as it slammed into his head with a sickening crunch. The throbbing pain caused the boar to stagger. Vacío used Avalanche's moment of weakness to spring an additional attack. Vacio jumped onto the boar's face and wrapped his thighs around his head. Vacío then threw his upper body back. The force of the motion caused the boar to lose his balance and tumble forward. The ring shook and a loud boom erupted from Avalanche's crash site. The fall left him gasping for breath as the air was evicted from his lungs. Vacío stood above the temporarily helpless boar and put a foot on his chest as a sign of dominance. He then leaned his head closer to the boar and made a throat slitting gesture across his neck. "This guy is a total freak," Avalanche thought. The lights flickered again and Vacío was gone. A second later the flickering repeated and the boar was greeted with an elbow drop inches from his face. Avalanche rolled and avoided the move by a fraction of a second. He got to his feet before the lights started flickering again. Every flicker resulted in a new attack from a different angle at impossible speeds. Avalanche tried moving in the dark to use Vacío's own gimmick against him but his accuracy with every blow remained flawless. "Of course the bat wrestler would use echolocation in the ring!" He screamed internally. A punch to the head, a knee to the gut, a kick in the side, the barrage of blows were wearing Avalanche down and there was nothing he could do about it. Usually he would solve his issues in the ring with his strong body and brute force but this challenge wasn't one he could overcome with muscles alone. He needed to think laterally.

A strike to the back of Avalanche's leg brought him down to one knee. Screams from the crowd filled the room as it appeared to be the end for Avalanche. Avalanche thought the same until he felt a gust of wind rush past his face. "He missed?" Avalanche questioned. Another strike came for the boar but it only grazed him. Avalanche used the opening created by the bat's blunders to force himself to stand up causing an uproar of excitement from the crowd. The bat missed him again, it was like he was fighting a completely different person. "Is he throwing the match?" Avalanche thought. "No, that makes no sense, it must be something else." A smirk painted his face as he experienced a eureka moment. "Sound! The bat can't echolocate when there's too much sound." His theory was proven correct as Vacío missed several more blows. Avalanche decided his best plan would be to rile up the crowd even more to make his opponent's tactic completely useless. "Look at the tiny bat," Avalanche shouted. "He shows up late to a match, acts like a jobber, and then pulls out this gimmick as soon as he starts losing? Are we going to respect that here?" The crowd boos in response. "Now who's going to put this pathetic little runt in his place?" "Avalanche!" The crowd cheered.

"I can't hear you!"

"AVALANCHE AVALANCHE AVALANCHE!."

With the cover of noise, Avalanche was ready to make his next move. He waited until he caught a glimpse of the bat and charged as soon as the lights went out. The two bodies connected in the darkness and fell to the ground. When the lights came back on, Vacío was pinned under Avalanche's massive frame with no chance to escape. Wanting to make sure the bat had no fight left before the pin, Avalanche grabbed Vacío by the neck and rose from the ground. He lifted Vacío as high as possible before slamming him into the ground causing the ring to shake. Avalanche looked down at his subdued opponent. The lights in Vacío's eyes had dimmed leaving only empty voids behind. He noticed a crack going across the right eye hole and wondered if that had been there before. "Oh shit," Avalanche thought. "Maybe I was a bit too rough. Assuming the bat had a concussion he decided it was best to end the match now with a pin. The boar plopped himself on the bat's chest and held his arms down. It was an unconventional pinning style but it got the job done. Avalanche looked into Vacío's eyes as the countdown started.

"One!"

Closer examination of the eyes revealed that even up close they appeared hollow, like an actual skull.

"Two!"

"I need to tell my agent never let me get put against this guy again." He thought to himself. "He’s one zip code shy of crazyville."

At the start of three Vacío's eyes reignited with a blazing red hue. The sudden display startled Avalanche causing him to loosen his grip on the bat. Vacío used the moment of weakness to break himself out of the boar’s grip and make an attack of opportunity. The bat raked his claws against the boar’s left eye, cutting through the mask and into his skin. Avalanche reacted to the white hot pain by backing away from the bat and raising a hand to protect his eye. Upon contact with the eye he felt a sickening wetness. He watched in horror with his uninjured eye as the bat contorted his body into an uncanny backwards spider position before performing a backwards handspring onto his feet. Avalanche took the opportunity to get to his feet as well, albeit less gracefully. "I got matched with an actual psychopath," Avalanche muttered. With a flicker of the lights Vacío appeared on the top turnbuckle. Knowing another kick was likely, Avalanche raised his hands to intercept the bat's foot on the next flicker. Just as he expected, the bat's foot was just within grabbing distance as the lights came back on. Avalanche lunged for the grapple and managed to grab the bat’s leg with his bloody hand. In retaliation, Vacio flapped his wings and spun forward; the sudden upward force allowed his foot to slip out of the boar’s grasp.  The added momentum of the spin added power to the kick as the bat’s heel smashed into the back Avalanche’s head with a bone breaking crunch. The boar stood dazed for several seconds before losing the fight to stay conscious. A thunderous boom followed by a tremor emitted from the ring as Avalanche’s body hit the floor. His lights had gone out for the last time. Vacío stood triumphantly over the boar, for he was the victor.

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MITOS EN AMÉRICA

MITO 7: LA SANTA INQUISICIÓN MATÓ A MILLONES DE INDÍGENAS

En el MITO 5 ya hablamos sobre la evangelización en América, así que no lo vamos a tratar de nuevo y tampoco vamos a hablar sobre la inquisición en otros reinos de Europa, solo vamos a tocar a lo referente a la península y la América española.

Una vez más nos encontramos ante otro mito muy extendido, donde se dice que la inquisición mató a millones de indígenas. Resumiéndolo muy brevemente la Santa Inquisición ni tan siquiera podía juzgar a los indígenas, pues nunca tuvo jurisdicción sobre los indígenas. El rey de España ordenaba «que los inquisidores nunca procediesen contra los indios, sino contra los cristianos viejos y sus descendientes y las otras personas contra quien en estos reinos de España se suele proceder».

¡¡De hecho, incluso hubo indígenas que fueron inquisidores!! En el siglo xvii, el arequipeño Don Juan Nuñez Vela de Ribera, representando a los "illustres Cavalleros Ingas del Reino del Perú" (la Nobleza incaica), le solicitó al rey de España que "Su Magestad se sirviesse de admitir a los indios a ser Ministros del Santo Oficio de la Inquisición", en base a que ya estaban en condiciones de tener la calidad de cristianos viejos, limpios y nobles.

El Consejo Supremo de Inquisidores, presidido por Don Diego Sarmiento Valladares, aprobó la propuesta, fundamentando que son "diez los inquisidores que avalan la petición a favor de los indios nobles".

Siendo así que el rey de España aprobó la solicitud que reconocía que los indios nobles, en general para toda la Monarquía Hispánica, pudieran acceder a la Sagrada Congregación del Santo Oficio de la Inquisición.

El rey de España confirió el acceso de los indios nobles a todos los cargos seculares y eclesiásticos en las iglesias, capellanías, colegios, catedrales y puestos militares:

"De que puedan acceder los indios a los puestos eclesiásticos o seculares, gubernativos, políticos, y de guerra, que todos piden limpieza de sangre, y por estatuto la calidad de nobles”. Carlos II, 1697.

"Los Señores del Consejo Supremo de la Santa General Inquisición que a nuestro poderosisimo Inca Don Carlos II, Augustisimo Emperador de la América, hicieron la consulta de que Su Majestad se sirviese de admitir a los indios a ser Ministros del Santo Oficio, fueron en dicho Supremo Consejo, un decreto de Su Majestad en que se confirmaba la dicha consulta. Siendo virrey el Excelentísimo Señor Don Melchor Portocarrero Laso de la Vega, Conde de la Moncloba.

Ejemplo de indígenas en la inquisición podrían ser Don Eugenio de Santa Cruz, un indio noble del siglo xviii, natural de Pampanga, que llegó a ser Juez Provisor del Obispado del Santísimo Nombre de Jesús y Calificador del Santo Oficio de la Inquisición en Filipinas.

EN NUEVA ESPAÑA

Se estima que un aproximado de 300 personas fueron llevadas a juicio a lo largo de los tres siglos que duró EL VIRREINATO, y no miles, como cuentan las leyendas y mitos de la inquisición en la Nueva España, de acuerdo con los estudios realizados por la investigadora Consuelo Maquívar de la Dirección de Estudios Históricos del Instituto Nacional de Antropología e Historia (INAH).

De esas 300 personas, se estima que tan solo unas 43 fueron condenadas a muerte, todas ellas de origen europeo. 17 personas fueron ajusticiadas en el siglo XVI, en el siglo XVII 25 y una en el siglo XVIII y en el XIX ninguna.

También resultan falsos los diferentes métodos y artilugios de tortura que suele haber en museos de llamados de la “inquisición”. Ojo, vuelvo a repetir que hablamos de la inquisición española, desconozco el proceso inquisitorial en otros países.

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BRUJERÍA

La caza de brujas en España tuvo una intensidad mucho menor que en otros países europeos (especialmente Francia, Inglaterra y Alemania), ya que la Inquisición mantuvo una actitud escéptica hacia los casos de brujería, considerando, a diferencia de los inquisidores del resto de países europeos, que se trataba de una mera superstición sin base alguna.

Es decir, en España estaba totalmente prohibido juzgar a una persona por brujería sin prueba alguna como era costumbre en Inglaterra, Francia o Alemania.

Un dato importante a resaltar en España era que si una mujer mataba a sus hijos, probablemente era acusada de bruja y sería condenada a la hoguera, es decir, que en realidad era condenada a muerte por infanticidio, no en sí por “bruja”.

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Para empezar, ¿que era la inquisición? Hay quienes la comparan con los sacrificios humanos que practicaban lagunas civilizaciones prehispánicas, evidentemente desde el desconocimiento.

La Santa Inquisición era ni más ni menos que un tribunal bajo el control de la Corona Española.

¿Cuál era su función? La de juzgar aquellos delitos que atentaban contra la fe católica.

Como en todo juicio, había un acusado, su defensa y la acusación.

¿Cómo llegaba una persona a ser acusada? Por una denuncia anónima o directamente denunciado por la misma institución.

La Santa inquisición tenía una amplia red de delatores y confidentes anónimos, pero un dato muy poco conocido es que acusado se le permitía nombrar si tenía algún enemigo. Si el nombre de su enemigo coincidía con el del denunciante, el acusado era absuelto automáticamente. Esto se hacía para evitar las típicas rencillas y peleas vecinales o por otro tipo de intereses.

Además, en España, el juez decidía si la parte que acusaba había aportado las pruebas suficientes para demostrar lo que afirmaba. Para evitar las acusaciones sin fundamento el que acusaba corría el riesgo de ser condenado a la misma pena que le hubiera correspondido al acusado si lo que afirmaba se demostraba que era falso.

Como en todo juicio hay un veredicto, y este podían ser varios:

-1. El acusado podía ser absuelto.

- 2.El proceso podía ser «suspendido», con lo que en la práctica el acusado quedaba libre, aunque bajo sospecha, y con la amenaza de que su proceso se continuase en cualquier momento. La suspensión era una forma de absolver en la práctica sin admitir expresamente que la acusación había sido errónea.

- 3.El acusado podía ser «penitenciado». Era el menor de los castigos que se imponían. El culpable debía abjurar públicamente de sus delitos y después cumplir un castigo espiritual o corporal. Entre estos se encontraban el sambenito, el destierro (temporal o perpetuo), multas o incluso la condena a galeras.

-4. El acusado podía ser «reconciliado». Además de la ceremonia pública en la que el condenado se reconciliaba con la Iglesia Católica (el auto de fe), existían penas más severas, entre ellas largas condenas de cárcel o galeras, y la confiscación de todos sus bienes. También existían castigos físicos, como los azotes. Los reconciliados no podían ocupar cargos eclesiásticos ni empleos públicos, así como tampoco podían ejercer determinadas profesiones, como recaudador de impuestos, médico, cirujano o farmacéutico. La inhabilitación se extendía a sus hijos y nietos, aunque estos podían librarse de ella pagando una multa llamada de composición.

- 5. El máximo castigo era la «relajación» al brazo secular, que implicaba la muerte en la hoguera. Recibían esta pena los herejes impenitentes y los reincidentes. La ejecución era pública. Si el condenado se arrepentía, se le estrangulaba mediante el garrote vil antes de entregar su cuerpo a las llamas. Si no, era quemado vivo.

Kamen confirma que las condenas a muerte entre 1560 y 1700 solo eran del 0,7%. En el siglo xviii las "relajaciones" disminuyeron aún más y así durante los reinados de Carlos III y Carlos IV solo cuatro personas murieron en la hoguera.

Además era un proceso garantista, es decir, los condenados tenían derecho a apelar al Consejo de la Suprema Inquisición.

LOS DATOS:

Las primeras estimaciones cuantitativas del número de procesados y ejecutados por la Inquisición española las ofreció Juan Antonio Llorente, que fue secretario general de la Inquisición de 1789 a 1801 y publicó en 1822 Historia crítica de la Inquisición. Según Llorente, a lo largo de su historia la Inquisición habría procesado a un total de 341.021 personas, de las cuales algo menos de un 10 % (31.912) habrían sido condenadas (culpables, lo cual no quiere decir que fueron condenados a muerte). Según García Cárcel estima que podría pensarse que una cifra aproximada puede estar en torno a las 3000 condenados a muerte.

Aunque los historiadores modernos han emprendido el estudio de los fondos documentales de la Inquisición. En los archivos de la Suprema, actualmente en el Archivo Histórico Nacional, se conservan, en los informes que anualmente debían remitir todos los tribunales locales, las relaciones de todas las causas desde 1560 hasta 1700. Ese material proporciona información de 49.092 juicios, que han sido estudiados por Gustav Henningsen y Jaime Contreras. Según los cálculos de estos autores, un 1,9 % de los procesados fue quemado en la hoguera.

Stephen Haliczer, uno de los profesores universitarios que trabajaron en los archivos del Santo Oficio, dice que descubrió que los inquisidores usaban la tortura «con poca frecuencia» y generalmente durante menos de 15 minutos. De 7000 casos en Valencia, en menos del 2 % se usó la tortura y nadie la sufrió más de dos veces. Más aún, el Santo Oficio tenía un manual de procedimiento que prohibía muchas formas de tortura usadas en otros sitios de Europa. Los inquisidores eran en su mayoría hombres de leyes, escépticos en cuanto al valor de la tortura para descubrir la herejía.

FUENTES:

- Splendiani, Ana María (1997). Cincuenta años de la inquisición en el Tribunal de Cartagena de Indias. p. 86. «la Inquisición americana nunca se involucró en la conversión y evangelización de los indígenas, pues éstos estaban al margen de su jurisdicción desde la misma promulgación de los edictos de fundación de los tribunales americanos ».

- El Tribunal de la Inquisición, Fernando Ayllón (1997).

- «Lienzo conmemorativo del pedido al Inca don Carlos II, rey de España, para que la nobleza indígena pueda ingresar al Santo Oficio de la Inquisición del Perú |: Arca:». arca.uniandes.edu.co. Consultado el 22 de septiembre de 2023.

- Pérez, Joseph (2012) [2009]. Breve Historia de la Inquisición en España.

- Kamen, Henry (2011). La Inquisición en España. Una revisión histórica. pp. 193-194. «El número proporcionalmente pequeño de ejecuciones un argumento eficaz contra la leyenda negra de un tribunal sediento de sangre. está claro que la Inquisición, durante la mayor parte de su existencia, estuvo lejos de ser una máquina de la muerte, tanto por sus propósitos como por lo que realmente podía llevar a cabo. »

- Contreras, Jaime y Gustav Henningsen (1986). “Forty-four thousand cases of the Spanish Inquisition (1540-1700): analysis of a historical data bank”, en Henningsen G., J. A. Tedeschi et al. (comps.), The Inquisition in early modern Europe: studies on sources and methods. Dekalb: Northern Illinois University Press.

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