#maría's vault *:✧

[pumpkinbxtch]

— apollo / lester (masterlist)

“you’re the brightest star in all of the sky, i’ll cry and i’ll cry if your light ever dies…”

| MAIN MASTERLIST |

| FICS |

⋆｡ free coupons, take one and cry all afternoon // free coupons, take one and cry all afternoon pt ii

⋆｡ i'm a loser

⋆｡ beach proposal ⋆｡i'm a loser

| BLURBS |

⋆｡ offering

⋆｡ your eyes like the sun, my bad poetry as my sleep, ha ha just kill me, please

⋆｡ a vision of you

⋆｡ one penny is enough

⋆｡ painting date (blurb) ⋆｡

⋆｡ kiss me until i'm bruised, oh wait… // oops, father found out

⋆｡ is the tune of my heart, can you hear it? ⋆｡

⋆｡ this is a message for THAT nereid! ⋆｡

⋆｡ the most cowardly man who ever lived ⋆｡

⋆｡ hope python eats you

⋆｡the weight of names

|HEADCANONS|

⋆｡ nosebleed

⋆｡ 000-kissme-im drunk

⋆｡ two people, one umbrella

| MULTI-PART FICS |

⋆｡ the sun & the sea ⋆｡

|CONCEPTS|

…

[onsomenewsht]

from the vault:

my knees shake / my heart beats like a drum

》 Feels Like I’m in Love, Kelly Marie

》 Aitana Bonmati x Reader

》 the “language of flowers” is an example of cryptological communication that attributes meanings to flowers and plants, determined by cultural beliefs, legends, and myths

“I need flowers that mean I’m done with you, get married already, what do you have for me?”

The giggles that fill your shop are cute enough to overcome Aitana’s embarrassment at the looks of the other customers.

In her defense, the place is usually empty this time of the day, too early for an apology’s rush in and too late for a date’s pick up.

“Don’t worry Teresa, she means well”, you reassure the old lady, who turns around with a questioning – and quite judgemental, if you ask the footballer – glance.

The bouquet arranged for her every month to bring to her late husband’s grave is almost ready, you just have to cut and adjust some little touches.

As she waits for your attention, the brunette dances around the shop on the heels of her shoes, gaze wandering from the elaborated compositions exposed to the wall covered with green leaves and colourful notes left by your customers for you or their loved ones.

She always tries to spot the new additions.

“I’m all yours, stargirl”

“Can I have another name?”

“I don’t know, let’s ask the mural with your face right around the corner”

The ease with which you can stain Aitana’s cheeks in red is quite embarrassing, if not for the genuine smile the flirt always comes with. She could let you tease her all day just to keep talking with you and be able to pull an open laugh out of you.

“What were you saying about getting married?”

The Catalan’s brain short-circuits, she needs a moment to realise what you’re talking about as her mouth opens and closes several times to your amusement.

“Right! My friends! My friends invited me for dinner. I will be third-wheeling again, they need to get married already!”

“Your football friends, right? The one with all the tattoos who looks like could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll?”

“How do you do that?”, she asks, pointing at you with a frenetic moving finger, “You meet her once, how do you get people so well?”

“I have to, people don’t come in knowing what they want but asking for what they need”

You smile at Aitana’s questioning gaze, starting to walk around the shop to gather some flowers and decorative leaves to create a little table piece for her. Your hands move in precise motions, somehow knowing exactly where to place everything.

“I need a flower that means I’m happy you invited me to your house warming party, but I barely remember your husband name or someone could enter and ask for something that means I cheated on you with our kid’s teacher, but please just think I’m suddenly a hopelessly romantic and so on”, you explain, even faking different voices and accents to prove your point.

“You’re kidding”

“You’d be surprised”

~

“I told you Tana, you don’t have to bring flowers every time we invite you over”

Ingrid welcomes the Catalan inside, even so accepting the beautiful gift with excitement to find the perfect spot for it.

“Oh, please! Those are not for us, but just an excuse to see the flower girl!”

The cat’s toy that flies through the entire room perfectly hits Mapi’s head as soon as she joins them from the kitchen.

Completely ignoring the commotion, her girlfriend places the little arrangement in the middle of the table, carefully caressing the long green leaves and noticing how the colours perfectly complement the house’s decor.

She turns to spot the blushing spreads on Aitana’s face.

“Her flowers are beautiful”

“They are”, the taller footballer confirms, an amused smile on her lips.

“She’s cute too”, she admits.

“She definitely is!”

María is fast enough to avoid the punch coming from her friend – the midfielder may be shorter, but her arms are impressive.

“Do you remember that bouquet I came back home with last month?”, the defender asks the Norwegian, who nods with curiosity, “Well, I happen to mention our anniversary to our little Tana here. I somehow find myself in this flower shop, watching her talking and walking around as she owns the place, and the actual owner flirting without shame right in front of my salad–”

This time, the hit lands on her shoulder with just enough force to shut her up, but not enough to stop the laughter erupting from Aitana’s so-called friends.

~

The day after spending almost 30 euros in flowers she finds herself giving away to the training staff, Aitana knows she needs to put an end to it.

You’re setting up the shop for the day, putting out some green arrangements and new compositions.

It’s definitely too early to be here, but she has to talk to you without the fear of being interrupted by Pablo – the serial dater who buys a bunch of roses every two weeks for different girls – or worse, Teresa.

She marches into the place, dragging you inside and almost giving you a heart attack.

“I need a flower that says I’ve been coming to your shop an obnoxious amount of times the past couple of months, buying flowers I don’t actually need with any excuses I can come up with, just to talk to you ‘cus I have a huge crush and can’t ask you out to save my life, do you think you can help me?”

You study Aitana with a huge smile on your lips, closing the small distance and holding her face between your hands to properly meet her eyes. Her face is red, and her breath is shortened by the rushed confession.

She’s never been more beautiful.

“You don’t need flowers for that”

The kiss that follows is soft and full of meaning.

[silverskye13]

Doodled a conversation I don't want to forget, because I want some rendition of it to happen in RnS at some point.

The church ceiling photo on page 1 is from the Abbey church of Santa María de Cañas, La Rioja, presbytery vault (late thirteenth century) courtesy of The Courtauld

The painting on page 2 is Chivalry by Frank Dicksee (1885).

[cookie-crumblr]

✨My Dastardly Villain~✨

F!Hero Reader x M!Villain Yan OC

Part 2~

His Info: 💰✨

Part 1

<<<Previous Part _ Next Part>>>

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: F!Reader, reader referred to as she/her, general violence, reader’s alias is Solar (powers include teleportation, and fire control), explicit language, reader wears makeup (not a specified amount :3 jus a lil) reader voms(not descriptively), no smut in this part ! see part 1 for some in the meantime ;3 <3 links above!

just a silly little part! enjoy <3

music rec: Hush by the marías <3

In front of the cartoonishly big iron vault, Sobek snaps his fingers, and in pops a levitating sphere of swiftly swirling water, inside swims a massive crocodile.

“Attack!!” Sobek shouts at the thing, pointing with a grand flourish of his entire arm your way.

As the alarm bells of the bank continue to blare, everything in motion stops to look at the villain as he continues to point dramatically towards you…

But nothing is happening.

The crocodile turns to him and it looks like they’re whispering for a second.

The air is stagnant with confusion when Sobek loudly hisses to the crocodile, “What do you mean, Habla Española?? do i speak spanish!? You don’t… speak english. well that’s fucking great. Ahrrrg!” He grabs his head in frustration, “Does anybody here speak spanish!?” He shouts at the crowd of now less panicked bank goers.

“I do!” A hostage woman calls out, raising her hand.

They aren’t even scared anymore. He face palms at his own loss.

“You know what fine. Book me. Whatever” He clicks his tongue, before snapping his fingers and sending the croc back to, presumably, Cuba. He then holds out his wrists for you as if you were gonna cuff him.

This is how most of his plots turn out. They end without even needing to fight.

You let out a frustrated sigh, your brows tightly knit as you try to massage them apart through your mask.

As you’re about to take him out of the bank and to your rental car, you’re seriously dreading seeing your superiors...

*POP*

“SHIT!” You curse in front of the very people you were just not wanting to see all of the hero’s in the classes above you, all talking around a ginormous round glass table without you. you’re the lowest class, and they always give you the worst jobs. They giggle at you lovingly, but it has you fuming when just as quickly as you ported in-

*POP*

You spin around in your new-new setting, realizing you’re back with Sobek. He thankfully didn’t move an inch while you were gone, you let out a relieved sigh and a shaky little laugh.

“H-hey there… S-Solar, you, um…Don’t” He swallows over a hard lump “You don’t… Have trouble um teleporting, do you?” He clears his throat and shifts on his feet uncomfortably.

“N-no! hah! w-Whywouldyouthinkthat? i just—h-had something to take care of. Now… Get in the car’” You open the door for him. There’s no way a villain can find out about your biggest, and stupidest weakness! and it just happened right in front of one!!! and he’s the worst one for it to happen in front of!!! He’d be so smug about it if he found out!

“Riiiiiiight something to take care of. right before you even finish kidnapping a villain” he speaks to himself, as you’re no longer paying attention, you’re in the driver’s seat takin this troublemaker straight to HQ, lost in thought.

Traffic is balls.

Traffic is hell.

Traffic can suck stinky old nut.

Of course you had to DRIVE him to HQ even though it’s like four blocks away… You smack your own forehead.

He sits in his own silent contemplation before hearing the *Slap!* of your hand landing, and snaps back into his own body.

“Soooo Solar…. You uh… Got any plans… Tonight?” He asks while uncharacteristically jittery, it’s weirding you out. Why is he so nervous around you all of a sudden? he’s usually vibrant and ridiculous with how many flourishes and spins he puts on everything he does.

“Why? are you askin’ me out?” You scoff.

“Pfft, No! I’m making small talk. Heard of it?” He puts his elbow on the window and head in his hand, ready to zone back out.

“For your information, I have a hot date tonight.” You proudly shift your head upwards, while keeping your eyes on the road.

He audibly swallows again…

“Okay, can you like, stop that? you’re seriously freakin me out dude.” You take your eyes off the road and hear a loud *HOOOONK*

Of course traffic clears up when you aren’t paying attention.

“Stop what?? I’m— I’m totally normal right now. Haha, we’re totally normal… Right now. Right??”

“What the fuck is your problem??? did you summon a croc into your panties???”

“I don’t have a problem, you have a problem! i’m not the one with problems. And even if i did, i wouldn’t want you trying to “hero treatment me” or whatever.”

““Hero treatment you”” You quote him and bust out laughing. “whatever. we’re here now anyway. Thank gods i don’t have to deal with whatever’s got your panties in a bunch any longer.”

Once Inside~

“What!?” You shout at the hero commander smacking your hands against the desk.

“Yeah wait! what!?” Sobek echos from behind you.

The walls of the Hero commander’s office are either floor to ceiling windows, or covered floor to ceiling in awards and degrees from myriads of sources. He sits behind a thick dark oak table.

“He’s a way higher class than that!! I mean,,, He can… He can summon crocodiles! HUGE crocodiles!!”

“Yeah! im a way higher class than that!!”

You elbow him in the ribs, “Shut up! You’re arguing for more punishment right now, you know? You’re getting off easy!”

“No, i’m arguing for my pride! I’m definitely higher than a D class! What losers are D class supers!?”

“Hey! I’m a D class super!!”

“What!?” his neck lurches forward in disbelief, “She’s way higher than D class!” He points at you stepping another foot toward your Hero commander.

“Will you two just Shut Up. Gods.” The old man pinches the bridge of his nose, and sets his paper work aside. “You’re both D Class. and you’re both on cleanup duty. Now GO.”

You’re both picked up as if by an invisible hand by the scruffs of your super suits and dropped onto your asses outside the office as the door slams shut behind you.

“Ow! Ass!” He hisses and rubs his bum.

“Hey that’s the hero commander you’re calling an ass!” You knock him upside the head.

“Ow! Ass!” He puts more emphasis on the words reannunciating what he had said.

You groan and rub your palms down your cheeks stretching down your eyelids in the process. “Why do you always have to get us put on cleanup duty!?”

“It’s not that bad! C’mon! We gotta do that fast so we can figure out how to get outta D class!” He jumps up and pulls you with him.

“Woah!” You run after your arm that’s being dragged down the corridors and toward the windows.

“Sobek… The elevator is that wa-AAAAAYYYYYY!!!” You’re suddenly free falling in a flying sphere of water, you try and swim up but it’s spinning, and your getting dizzy. “SOBEK!!!!” The word burbles out of you into the ferocious liquid. all you see is bubbles and blobs of colours.

He must’ve busted through one of the top floor windows and threw you in a bubble while he surfed down!

Soon enough you’re on the cement soaking wet with shards of glass littering the ground around you both.

He stands dramatically with his hands on his hips like he did a job well done. Meanwhile, you’re hunched over and drenched, coughing up sea foam angrily staring daggers into his back.

OOOOOOO, he’s so lucky you have a mask on! If your makeup was smeared he’d be DEAD!

When he turns and sees you struggling you hear the smallest little hint of laugher, and air being caught between puffed out cheeks. HE THINKS THIS IS FUNNY!?

“OH HO HO, NO! You shut it right now Mr.!!!” You stomp, water flying off of you in thick drops.

You light yourself on fire and dry yourself flawlessly. thankfully your hair is immune and so is your super suit.

“What!? If you coulda done that the whole time, why’s it matter if i think it’s funny that you looked like a wet cat!” He shouts back.

“Because!!! It’s embarrassing!!!” You cross your arms and look up toward the blue sky.

There’s birds flying by. Too bad you can’t just fly. you got the ability to-

*POP*

“WH-WHAAAA—!!!” the blue sky surrounds you now, and you feel the moisture of clouds against your suit. for a second you feel weightless… And then the droplets suspended in the air whip past you as you begin to free fall.

You teleported up to the birds and are now racing back down to Earth at the speed of— well a human falling back to Earth!! “SHIIIIIIIIII-”

Back on the ground, Sobek is waiting for you to teleport back instantly like normal when he hears your faint screaming coming from above…

“OH SHIT!!!” He panics, he can’t save you! if he tries to catch you with water you’ll just die falling at that speed! He thinks about summoning a whale, maybe it could catch you in its mouth… but whales usually speak all sorts of different languages…. Oh shit! You’re getting way too close to the building height now! what does he do!??!!

*POP*

You appear next to Sobak again, as you were just thinking how glad you were you at least had a good fuck before you died. You kinda wished you could see him again, and then, just like that, both of your two feet are on solid ground again…

You collapse.

Sobek rushes to your body and carries you back to the rental car.

He checks to make sure your breathing by putting his ear onto your chest when “What are you doing!?” You shove him off of you and hug yourself. He backs off quickly respecting your space.

“That was scary. Hah!” You bark.

“You alright, Solar?”

You throw up onto the ground. and throw him a thumbs up while your head is still down.

That shouldn’t turn him on.

You’re literally sick right now, but that thumbs up has his face heating up as he remembers last night…

And you’re gonna be on -hot- date with him again tonight…

He’s gotta stop thinking about you while in his supersuit.

[ntzsche9]

Here's to a fresh intro! I'm Verne (they/them), practically a queer elder in my 30s and too many of my stories are me simply wanting to write a scene, developing a bit of a world around it, then losing interest entirely. I’m still trying to figure out how to break that curse, but in the meantime, I’m just going to chase inspiration and post odds and ends here. I used to be an avid role-player, and my small cast of OCs from those days provide the greatest and easiest inspiration - particularly in the setting of the Fallout Universe. I do my best to write for a reader who is unfamiliar with the series, though.

Interests:

Post-apocalyptic

Near-future dystopias

Scifi/Fantasy (urban) and magical realism

History/AltHistory (especially lesser-known and marginalized stories)

Horror, dark, violent, and mature themes

Queer everything. I can't write heteros to save my life and I'm not all that sorry about it.

Sexy melodrama and smut with too much plot

Fanfiction (I could read/write Fallout stuff all day)

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Noteworthy WIPs:

Bad Blood - A Fallout Nuka-World fanfic (tag: #ntzsche Nuka-World)

I hope to eventually write this comprehensively enough to post on AO3 but for now, I work on this story to practice becoming a better writer. Incomplete Prequel: Sanctuary.

Lafayette, the son of a 'retired' raider, left his abusive father to find his place in the world and was taken in by an eclectic trauma-bonded found family that inspires him to be a better person and shows him love he is certain he doesn't deserve. When his father comes across them in a raid, Lafayette joins him in order to save the settlement and his little brother. Lafayette finds that being with his dad again, and playing the son he always wanted him to be, isn't nearly as difficult as he thought it would be. He struggles to maintain the person he wants to be with the person he suspects he is, all while a cast of scheming raiders, wastelanders, and slaves vie for power in a raider city built within the rusted remains of an amusement park.

Salem's Child - (tag: #ntzsche Salem)

A background on one of the lesser Bad Blood characters that I got carried away with.

Andrew Rook doesn't look like his parents. He looks like someone they are desperate to forget. The witchy remains of post-apocalyptic Salem, Massachusetts provide some solace from his rough home life. In a fading settlement run by incompetent adults who would rather blame the population of feral black cats for their problems than try to resolve them, Andrew and his two best friends build a world in their imagination that shields them from the wretchedness of the wasteland and the people they have to rely on to survive.

Navarro (working title) - (tag: #ntzsche Zavala)

Multi-generational short stories. Inspired heavily by Fallout universe, but reads as a stand-alone. Temporarily on hold pending a sensitivity beta reader for a few of the stories.

María Zavala, an aging curandera, happily sacrifices her place in a vault to her pregnant chicano daughter and faces the nuclear apocalypse alone. When radiation blesses her with immortality, she survives long enough for her great-grandchild to come home to her, and the family finds a way to flourish against great odds. Under their immortal matriarch, her descendants become the foundation for a town that is a bastion in an otherwise inhospitable world.

The Crash - (tag: #ntzsche Crash)

A real-world AU. 

Gabe always knew his functional alcoholic roomie would get into a terrible car wreck someday, but he never thought he would be dumb enough to be in the car with him. When the consequences of the wreck threaten to destroy Dave's life, Gabe finds himself doing everything he can to hold those pieces together. The love he harbors for his straight, polyamorous best friend runs deeper than either of them are ready to face, but Dave's injury makes it that much harder to hide.

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Miscellaneous

Master list of writing posts, mostly backstories, one-shots, and excerpts (tag: #ntzsche misc).

Every You and Every Me - Cosmic horror flash-fiction

Misc Fallout Fiction

Typically taking place before the events of Bad Blood, roughly in chronological order:

Smiling Jack - Backstory for Dizz

Vault 112 - Backstory for Dave and Gabe

If Dave Had Died - What-if scenario from prior to Sanctuary

Sanctuary - How Lafayette became a part of his new family, direct prequel to Bad Blood

The Boston Library - One-shot writing prompt containing Lafayette and Luvell, after Sanctuary

OC Intro - most of my recurrent OCs have their own tags.

(some links forthcoming)

[rabbitcruiser]

Saint Mary's Cathedral, Lugo (No. 4)

The cathedral has a Latin cross plan with three naves, transept and ambulatory with five apsidal chapels.

The main nave is covered with a pointed barrel vault and the sides with a barrel and edge vault, with ribs in the transept, and a barrel vault with lunettes in the clerestory. The clerestory windows are of acute arch or pointed to the interior and exterior.

To the left of the entrance to the cathedral is the Old Tower, Gothic, topped by a body of Renaissance bells, the work of Gaspar de Arce in 1571.

In the Plaza de Santa María, at the head of the cathedral, there is a cruise of unknown date, in the section that goes between the bell tower and the chapel of the Virgen de los Ojos Grandes.

The vertical walls and vault of the nave of the transept are Romanesque, as are most of the main nave, lateral and clerestory, whose vaults were remade in the eighteenth century.

The first body of the main chapel and the ambulatory with its attached apsidal chapels (1320-1360), except for the central one, belong to the Gothic, as well as the old ones of Santo Domingo de los Reyes (1370) and San Froilán (1480), which currently form the call of the Pilar, in addition to the first body of the bell tower (around 1570 or before) and the narthex or north portico (1510-1530), Not so the cover.

The second body of the main chapel and the current chapel of San Froilán are Renaissance; to the Baroque belong the sacristy (1678), the chapter house and its surroundings (1683), the cloister (1714) and the central chapel of the ambulatory, called the Ojos Grandes (1726).

The main façade, on the other hand, corresponds to a project in neoclassicist style of the late eighteenth century, whose author was Julián Sánchez Bort. This project moves in the orbit of what Ventura Rodríguez proposed for the façade of the cathedral of Pamplona, which in turn includes the turreted church scheme proposed by Serlio. The completion of the façade took place in the late nineteenth century, with the finishing of the two towers. These correspond to a design by Nemesio Cobreros inspired by the original project of Sánchez Bort.

Source: Wikipedia

[xasha777]

In the year 2424, the city of Neo-Barcelona had become a fusion of ancient architecture and advanced technology. The city was renowned for its sprawling districts where historic Catalan vaults were interlaced with shimmering energy conduits, powering the megalopolis through both sunlight and the movement of its inhabitants.

Amidst this backdrop, Aria-7, a unique android, wandered the shadowy streets of the Artisan Quarter. Unlike others of her kind, Aria-7 was designed with a complex emotional matrix, capable of experiencing a semblance of human feelings. Her exterior was a testament to this blend of humanity and machinery: her face painted with traditional Iberian tear motifs that glowed softly in the night, hinting at a hidden depth.

One evening, Aria-7 was drawn to the ancient site of Santa María del Mar, repurposed into a hub for cyborg artists. The structure still boasted the revered Catalan vaults, now reinforced with reticulated titanium beams that emitted a low hum, resonating with the cybernetic enhancements of its patrons. Here, artists melded technology with traditional crafts, creating hybrid artworks that were both nostalgic and forward-looking.

As Aria-7 navigated through the crowds, her sensors adjusted to the myriad inputs: the clinks of metal, the digitalized murmur of conversations, and the warm hum of the vaults above. It was here that she met Lior, a cybernetic sculptor known for his interactive sculptures that mimicked life itself. Lior’s latest piece, a kinetic statue of intertwined human figures, was set to be unveiled beneath the center of the vaulted ceiling.

Intrigued by Lior’s work, Aria-7 found herself drawn into a collaboration. Together, they planned a piece that would blend Lior's kinetic sculptures with Aria-7's ability to simulate emotional expressions. They worked through nights, under the timeless Catalan vaults, their collaborative effort a dance of sparks and soft lights, their conversations a blend of philosophical musings and technical exchanges.

On the night of the unveiling, the crowd gathered under the vaults, their faces illuminated by the ambient lights of the sculptures. Aria-7 and Lior presented a figure, not just of intertwining bodies, but of intertwining realities—mechanical and organic, ancient and new. The sculpture was a moving testament to the complexity of emotions, with Aria-7's face at the core, her features animated with every subtle shift in the crowd's emotional tide.

The installation was a triumph, but for Aria-7, it was more than a project. It was a discovery of her potential to not just simulate, but to invoke and resonate with the emotions of others. Underneath the Catalan vaults, a bridge had been built—not just of steel and code, but of understanding and connection, echoing through the vaults of Neo-Barcelona and into the heart of every being that witnessed it.

[arsenal-le-comte]

Perfección gótica. Bóveda del Monasterio de los Jerónimos de Santa María de Belem, en Portugal. El proyecto del Monasterio de los Jerónimos fue encargado por el rey Manuel I para conmemorar el regreso de la India de Vasco de Gama. Diseñado en estilo gótico manuelino por el arquitecto Juan de Castillo, fue fundado en 1501. Fotografía: David Stephenson

Gothic perfection. Vault of the Hieronymites Monastery of Santa Maria de Belem, in Portugal. The Jeronimos Monastery project was commissioned by King Manuel I to commemorate the return of Vasco da Gama from India. Designed in the Manueline Gothic style by architect Juan de Castillo, it was founded in 1501. Photograph: David Stephenson

[ravenkult]

[UE4] Environment Level Art - The Vault by María Martínez https://www.artstation.com/artwork/D5yQ1o

[m1male2]

Baths of Doña María de Padilla Alcázar Seville, Spain. Almohad cistern (12th/13th century) located on the ground floor of the Patio del Crucero. At the time of King Alfonso X it was covered with ribbed vaults. It gets its name from Doña María de Padilla, the lover of the King of Castile, Pedro I el Cruel.

[pumpkinbxtch]

— percy jackson (masterlist)

“i want to live in a land of lakes, where the great waves break…”

| MAIN MASTERLIST |

| FICS |

༄ؘ double trouble (platonic!) ༄ؘ i will rescue you

| BLURBS |

༄ؘ tag kiss, you're it ༄ؘ blame it (on the alcohol)

༄ؘ I would come back from death for you

༄ؘ girl's night

|HEADCANONS|

༄ؘ nosebleed ༄ؘ 000-kissme-imdrunk

༄ؘ your book vs. me

༄ؘ two people, one umbrella

༄ؘ aftercare ༄ؘ keep drivin'

༄ؘ sorry i curved you (i'm not)

| MULTI-PART FICS |

…

|CONCEPTS|

…

[subtilitas]

José María Sánchez García - 9 Vault house, Villanueva de la Serena 2020. Photos (C) Roland Halbe.

[goblins-oc-askblog]

Fallout

Fallout OCs hold a special place in my heart so please please tell me about them if you have any.

Player Characters

These are the characters that are the player character for their respective games (Fallout 3, New Vegas, 4, 76)

Ivy Amari (She/Her)

My lone wanderer, Ivy is a clinically depressed bisexual who struggles with self harm. She also is a pretty heavy drinker and she smokes! She has a dog named Dogmeat, and a boyfriend named Butch DeLoria. Image credit goes to @beyx​

Scar (She/Her)

My Courier 6, Scar, was born as María Cortez, when she was 14 raiders attacked her family, killing her mom, abducting her, and leaving her 10 year old brother, Asher, that was hidden. She was inducted into the raider gang, getting the nickname Scar. She eventually left and became a courier with the Mojave Express. During her work there she was ambushed, shot in the head, and buried alive. That starts off the game, her eventually siding with the NCR and beginning a relationship with Cass. She reunites with her brother too.

Crow (She/Her)

My current sole survivor, she was married before the bombs fell, took shelter in Vault 111 where she and her neighbors were cryogenically frozen without their knowledge for 200 years. Her wife, Nora was shot and presumed dead when people abducted their child. Crow escaped cryo after, and went looking for her son. She hired a mercenary named MacCready and they eventually fell in love. 

Harper O’Leary (She/Her)

Harper is a Vault 76 dweller, and she was born in the vault. She’s nineteen, a mechanic, a massive lesbian, and she kinda raised herself. She’s irish-american, has an extremely high alcohol tolerance, has a really bubbly personality, and lost her right hand to a mirelurk. She hand-made her prosthetic out of the scraps she could find. 

Tiny Tess (She/Her)

Tess is my Nuka-World overboss, becoming the leader of the raiders living there after killing the last overboss. She then helped clear some dangerous areas to give the gangs there more territory. She’s a born and raised raider, eventually dating her second in command. She’s pretty calm, although she does like violence/fighting and is pretty ruthless.

Misc OCs

These are OCs who aren’t player characters but are Fallout OCs

Asher (He/They)

Asher is Scar’s younger brother and he was 10 when raiders attacked them. Their mother stalled the raiders while Scar hid him. When he came back out their mom was dead and Scar was missing. He made his way to a nearby town after a few days and eventually settled in a small farming village.

Stiches (She/They)

Stitches is a 15 year old scavenger from Little Lamplight, a town of kids under 16. She’s pretty abrasive most of the time and her beanie is a safety blanket for her. She has a massive gay crush on Delilah.

Locket (He/They)

Locket is somehow Stitches’ best friend despite them being polar opposites. They go on scavenging runs with her and they’re basically attached at the hip.

Delilah (She/Her)

Delilah is a 15 year old who lives in a settlement somewhat near Little Lamplight. She’s friends with Stitches and Locket, even inviting them to live with her when they age out of the town. She’s got a crush on Stitches and she’s thinking of telling her before they age out of Little Lamplight. She’s got the nickname Dell but so far only Stitches and Locket call her that.

Kit/TS-17 (She/Her)

Kit is an ex-institute courser who escaped and tracked down the Railroad, choosing to keep her memories and join them in freeing other escaped synths. Her designation in the institute was TS-17 (First image is her as TS-17 and second is of her after she escapes)

Pallas (She/They)

Pallas is a pre-war ghoul who works as a courier that travels across the US. Their name pre war was Mary, but she never tells people it. She’s very sarcastic and tries to avoid conflict when she can. (First picture is pre-war, second is after the bombs fell)

Nora Anderson (She/Her)

Nora’s an Asian-American lesbian dumbass, she was dating Crow (named Abigail at the time) when she joined the military, getting the large chemical burn on her face before being discharged. She and Crow got married as soon as she got back. They adopted their son, Shaun, and then the bombs fell. They were rushed into cryo, and Nora was shot while Shaun was being kidnapped. She was presumed dead, but was actually frozen while severely injured. A little over a year later, Crow came back to bury Nora, and discovered that she hadn’t died! Crow had already moved on, but they stayed close. Nora stayed in Sanctuary for a while, and eventually started travelling, joining up with a reporter named Piper, and eventually dating her.

Rat (Any Pronouns)

Rat is a kid in the commonwealth, they spent a lot of their early life living with molerats that were kept by some raiders. Eventually he was discovered by the Atom Cats and adopted by the group. She’s nonverbal and once she became less feral, it turns out she’s very happy and kind.

[jepsolell]

🫐Azul para acompañar las comidas del rey en el Palacio Real de Madrid / Blue for the King’s lunch in the Royal Palace of Madrid 🇪🇸Esta sala fue usada en tiempos de Carlos III como sala de conversación, y sería más tarde que cambió su toponimia debido a su uso: “pieza de comer”. Es aquí donde el monarca comía en solitario y sin fastos, acompañado de un pequeño séquito de sirvientes. En la actualidad, la decoración subsistente procede de los reinados de Carlos IV y Fernando VII, pero la bóveda es una obra maestra de la época del “Rey Político” (Carlos III): pintada por Mengs, representa “La apoteosis de Hércules”, personificando al Rey. Lo más destacado de esta antecámara son 4 retratos de Carlos IV y la reina María Luisa de Parma, obra de Francisco de Goya: en el primero, aparecen de gala, el Rey con uniforme, y la Reina con traje de Corte (la podéis ver en la parte centro-derecha de la foto). En las segundas aparece él con uniforme de caza y María Luisa como maja. Debajo, dos bustos de los reyes de Juan Adán. Finalmente, un reloj muy importante destaca en esta sala (derecha) diseñado por Dugourc, realizado (la maquinaria) por François-Louis Godon y esculpido por Jean-Marie Duval. 🇬🇧 This room was used in the time of Carlos III as a conversation room, and it would be his son Carlos IV who changed its name due to its use: “dining room”. It is here that from 1788 the monarch ate alone accompanied by a small retinue of servants. Currently, the surviving decoration comes from the reigns of Carlos IV and Fernando VII, but the vault is a masterpiece from the time of the "Political King" (Carlos III): painted by Mengs, it represents "The Apotheosis of Hercules", impersonating the King. The highlights of this antechamber are 4 portraits of Carlos IV and Queen María Luisa de Parma, the work of Francisco de Goya: in the first, they appear in full dress, the King in escort uniform, and the Queen in Court dress (which you can see in the center-right part of the photo). In the latter, he appears in a hunting uniform and María Luisa as a maja. Below, two busts of the kings of Juan Adán. (en Palacio Real De Madrid) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfR4ylZIBKk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rabbitcruiser]

Church of Saint Mary of the Assumption, Castro Urdiales (No. 2)

It was built in the early thirteenth century, under the protection of King Alfonso VIII of Castile its work lasted until the fifteenth century. It corresponds to a period of great economic prosperity as a port of Castile for trade with France, England and the Netherlands, especially since 1296 when Castro-Urdiales holds the direction of Cantabrian ports.

Currently, it is considered as BIC (Asset of Cultural Interest, published in the BOE on August 7, 2002) (it was declared a historic-artistic monument belonging to the National Artistic Treasure by decree of June 3, 1931​).

It is a temple of Gothic style, presenting the characteristics of this style: wide naves, high vaults, flying buttresses and buttresses that support the weight of the building.

The plant is basilical with three naves with transept not protruding in plan. The head has a straight section and a hemidecagonal section. It corresponds to the interior with the ambulatory of five trapezoidal sections to which three polygonal chapels separated by straight spaces open. In the sixteenth century a square chapel was interspersed in one of the spaces.

In 1566 the chapels were known as that of Santo Tomás Apóstol, also known as that of the Amoroses, that of the Crucifix, that of Nuestra Señora la Blanca and that of Santa María.

To the walls of the church were attached an octagonal chapel dedicated to Santa Catalina and a house, another chapel, that of San José, already from the nineteenth century and the door of Men. The ribbed vaults are four plements in the lateral naves and eight in the central one. It has clerestory with tracery with torsa columns.

The western façade is separated into two bodies by a cornice with sculptural decoration. If we look at its mochal and robust towers with marked buttresses and the scarce decoration of its western façade, it reminds us of the French Gothic with Norman reminiscences that dominated in the first constructions of the thirteenth century.

Inside there are some interesting works such as the Gothic sculpture of the White Virgin.

​ Source: WIkipedia    

[varshnarsh]

José María Sánchez García, 9 Vault House, Badajoz, 2021