#with sete in spirit

[bikefuckersoftheworldunite]

Valentino Rossi in parc fermé after losing the race by 0.060 seconds to Sete Gibernau at Sachsenring 2003 [full race on the official youtube channel]

“My mistake was to consider Sete less dangerous than he is” — Valentino “I have never seen Rossi as serious and angry as he was in Germany” — Sete

[setewbro]

A doodle from a while ago tackling a controversial topic. How daylight savings affect the ghost population

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# ★ (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) rodrigo santoro icons 120x120

[strawbunni-shortcake]

they weren't lying sachsenring + brno 2003 are life changing

[moonwos]

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Faço tanto para histórias originais quanto para animes, k-pop, artistas no geral, etc, MAS SEM CAPAS COM GIF;

Sem prazo para postagem da fanfic com a capa em mãos, mas peço consideração pelo meu trampo aqui;

Postou sua história? Me avise, por favor;

Não peça para mim se pediu para outra capista já. Isso é falta de respeito, blz?

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[perseephoneee]

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓘

In which, you, a lady of the ton, are forced to participate in courting season. Except that courting season comes with one particularly silver tongued Prince who is making it his mission to drive you absolutely insane.

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a/n: this is such a filler chapter, and it's also terrible, and i hate it.

While you knew the Odinsons, you didn’t know the full extent of their history. That is until you made it home from the dance, and your sister demanded you tell her about your rendevous with Thor. You were so exhausted you could barely get the answers she yearned for.

Lady Frigga, the mother of Thor and Loki, was originally a lady of the ton but married Odin, a Prince of Norway at the time. After Frigga’s passing, Odin moved the family back to London in honor of her spirit. You found it surprisingly romantic. 

You awoke late the following day, finding the night before's events tiring. Social situations constantly exhaust you. Going through your closet, you put on a green gown, ignoring any help that could be given to you. You resented having someone else dress you. You were so in your own head as you bounded down the stairs to your sitting room that you barely noticed the man taking up space on the couch. 

“Your Highness,” you bowed, eyes wide as Thor sat up to greet you with a bright smile. Your Grandmother was perched on one of the other setees, an excited sparkle in her eyes. Oh, how you wished to squash that gleam. 

“Lady Chilton, how do you fare this morning?” Thor asked, hands clasped behind his back. He was ridiculously tall, and you had to tilt your head to take him in. 

“Well, I wasn’t taken in my sleep, so I would hazard that I’m doing well,” I said, taking slight glee at the glare my Grandmother shot me. Thor let out a hearty laugh, though. 

“I’m glad you are still in our presence,” Thor answered earnestly. “I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the races today?”

“Races?” You dared a glance toward your grandmother before looking back at Thor’s icy blue eyes. You clasped your hands before answering. “Absolutely. That sounds wonderful.” Thor perked up at your answer, as did your grandmother. 

“Splendid, do you need a second before we leave?” he asked. You shook your head no, letting yourself be ushered out with his hand on the small of your back. You didn’t bother looking back at your grandmother; you knew she would be ecstatic. 

Of course, the carriage that Thor showed up in was immaculate, and he helped you into one of the seats. You settled yourself, adjusting your skirt as Thor joined you in the carriage and closed the door. Your hands sat in your lap, anxiously twiddling your thumbs. 

“Have you been to the races before?” Thor inquired. 

“Heavens, no,” you chuckled, catching yourself. Your insubordination was going to get you in trouble someday. Thor seemed to find it charming, though, so he just laughed. “I prefer a good book.”

“So does my brother,” Thor sighed, glancing out the window. The sounds of the ton and nature were fast approaching, and the mention of Loki changed your mood. He was an enigma to you, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “We’ve arrived.”

You glance out the window, taking in the scenery. The races were held near the lake, with green pastures surrounding its perimeter. Many members of society were there, and the available men were already courting some eligible ladies. Pastel colors and parasols obscured much of the natural sites you would’ve loved to see. Still, maybe you’d have time later. 

A light conversation occurred between you and Thor as he led the way to the stadium. He was attentive to your words, asking probing questions that let you know he was listening. Unfortunately, you didn’t have much in common. Still, he was kind. He respected that you weren’t a ‘typical’ lady of the ton. If you had to marry, it wouldn’t be a wrong choice. 

The truth was, you had yet to learn how races worked. You had the general idea, but you had never attended one. Thor seemed excited, so you tried your best to adopt his enthusiasm. Unfortunately, your seat had to be next to his brother's. 

“What brings the fair lady out to join us today?” Loki coos, a teasing tone evident. You rolled your eyes as you and Thor approached. Thor left to place his bet, giving you a second alone with the raven-haired prince.

“Your brother invited me,” you smile, tilting your head. 

“Looks like you found someone who enjoys your wit,” Loki says, looking out over the fields slightly teasingly. You bristle, eyes narrowing. 

“If only you could find someone who enjoys yours,” you mumble. Loki looks at you through narrowed eyes, biting his tongue as Thor returns. 

“Apologies for the delay, m’lady,” Thor says, leaning down to your height. “Hope you were able to stay entertained.”

“Conversation could be better, but otherwise, I’m fine,” you glanced at Loki, raising your eyebrows in amusement. He crossed his arms, indifferent. Thor chuckled, leading you to your seats. 

The race was about to start, and all the horses and their riders lined up. At this point, the event was beginning to feel like a Venetian breakfast– way too long. Like all the other sensible ladies, you wished you had brought a fan to stave off the heat. That would mean conforming, though, something you never excelled at. You found yourself much more interested in the race than you thought. When the horses took off, you were on the edge of your seat. One would pull in front of the other, then fall behind. You found yourself rooting for the grey-dappled horse; something quiet about its demeanor drew you in. It would’ve won; you believed that if it wasn’t for the Palmano next to it that distracted your chosen horse enough that it ended up only placing second. 

“Oh, come on!” you exclaim, standing up in a huff as the stadium erupts in cheers or disappointment.  “That was–”

“Perposterous,” Loki finished your sentence, indignation in his tone. You made eye contact, resenting the way his green eyes made your heart skip a beat. 

“What’s wrong?” Thor asked, concerned but still joyful. 

“That wasn’t very sportsmanlike,” you mumble to him, brows furrowed. 

“Life isn’t always fair,” Thor says. “Sometimes what we think is right isn’t always.”

“Sounds like something that a man who just won a race would say,” Loki sighs, sprawling out in his seat. You hide a hint of a smile, refusing to acknowledge either brother's words. 

“You two are too similar,” Thor huffs, causing you to chuckle. Too similar or too obstinate, you couldn’t tell. You did know, though…you didn’t want to spend more time with Loki.

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[lonelyspelltoconjureyou]

Pombagira by Kypris Aquarelas 🔱

Pombagiras are one kind of ancestors or spirit guides present in afrobrazilian religions like Umbanda and Candomblé. They represent and are the spirits of women, especially those who were persecuted and often forced to recede into the margins of society.

They are the strong wind that comes down the mountains, the ancestral spirits who own the crossroads, the pathways, queens of the souls, ladies of the night and magic.

Pombagiras are Ngangas, Pombagiras are Exú-Mulher! 🔱

As for the word "pombagira", also written as pombogira, bombojira, pombajira and in many other ways, it's probably a corruption of "Pambu Njila", one of the Nkise (deities) of the Bantu people (Congo/Angola) similar to the Orixá Exú. Pambu Njila is worshiped in Brazil in the Candomblé Angola as the deity of pathways and crossroads, he is the intermediary between human beings and the Minkise (deities). Over time, in Brazilian lands, these ancestral spirit guides gained the name Pombagiras, as they share the streets, paths, sexuality and crossroads as areas of activity with the Nkise Pambu Njila.

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Pombagiras são um tipo de ancestrais ou espíritos guia presentes em afroreligiões como Umbanda e Candomblé. Elas representam e são os espíritos de mulheres, principalmente aquelas que foram perseguidas e forçadas às margens da sociedade.

Elas que são a ventania que vem descendo a serra, espíritos ancestrais donas das encruzas, dos caminhos, rainha das almas, senhoras da noite e da magia.

Pombogira é Maria, é Padilha, é Quitéria, é da Kalunga, é Mulambo, é Cigana, é Dama da Noite, é das Setes Encruzilhadas, é Rosa Encarnada, é da Praia, é das Sete Saias.

Pombagira é Nganga, Pombagira é Exú-Mulher! 🔱

"Ela gira no ar, ela gira na praça, ela gira na rua Ê ê ê Ela canta, ela dança, ela vive sorrindo em noite de lua Ê ê ê Ela é sincera, ela é de verdade Mas cuidado amigo que ela não gosta de falsidade"

A palavra "pombagira", também escrita como pombogira, bombojira, pombajira e de tantas outras formas, é provavelmente uma corruptela de "Pambu Njila", um dos Nkise (divindade) do povo bantu (Congo/Angola) semelhante ao Orixá Exú. Pambu Njila é cultuado no Brasil no Candomblé de Angola como senhor dos caminhos e das encruzas, é o intermediário entre o ser humano e os Minkise (divindades). Com o passar do tempo, em terras brasileiras, esses espíritos-ancestrais-guias ganharam o nome de Pombagiras, já que compartilham com o Nkise as ruas, os caminhos, a sexualidade e as encruzilhadas como áreas de atuação.

[thcbakerboy]

( cis masculino ⋅ ele/dele ⋅ demisexual homoromântico ) — Não é nenhuma surpresa ver Kim Eunjung (também conhecido como Leonard Kim) andando pelas ruas de Arcanum, afinal, o humano dotado precisa ganhar dinheiro como confeiteiro & barista. Mesmo não tendo me convidado para sua festa de vinte e sete anos, ainda lhe acho amigável e prestativo, mas entendo quem lhe vê apenas como forçado e esquisito. Vivendo na cidade há sete anos, Leon cansa de ouvir que se parece com Jung Jaehyun.

nome completo:  coreano - kim eunjung; americano - leonard kim. apelidos: leo, leon, jun, junnie. altura: 1.80cm. gênero/pronomes: homem cis, ele/dele. orientação sexual:  demissexual, homoromântico. nascimento:  14 de fevereiro de 1997. ocupação: confeiteiro no bule encantado. pets: um gato da raça apocalíptico chamado Sunny. poderes: mediunidade (capaz de enxergar e se comunicar com espíritos e outros seres do além).

likes: halloween, chuva, frio, outono, desenhos animados, magás, animes, filmes, vídeo games, café, gatos, pudim, locais calmos, músicas de gêneros variados, fofoca, cozinhar, doces, dormir.

dislikes: calor, locais cheios e barulhentos, que mexam na sua comida, acordar muito cedo, fantasmas, pessoas sem educação e rudes, falta de comprometimento.

inspirações: Natsume Takashi ( Natsume Yuujinchou ), Tsuyoshi Mukouda ( Campfire Cooking in Another World with My Absurd Skill ), Kamado Tanjiro ( Demon Slayer ), Anya Forger ( Spy x Family ), Cat Valentine ( Victorious; Sam & Cat ), Wall-e ( Wall-e ), Chihiro Ogino ( Spirited Away ), Baymax ( Big Hero 6 ).

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[batsplat]

in a way valentino did himself a big disservice by undermining sete as a rider and a rival. like he pretty much erased that rivalry from his narrative and sete is now (mostly?) remembered as that one bloke that vale overtook in the last corner at jerez. like come onnn valentino now ppl think you raced against some very mid guys 😭. but that rivalry was great actually! love watching their on track battles. also it’s such a great foreshadowing for vale/marc and the marc/dovi parallels…….valentino was really doing thee most in terms of interesting feuds and narratives, always years ahead.

sadly the same anon so there are still only the 3 of us.

complete agree on everything in this ask. thanks anon it's fine if it's still just three of us. the growth will be organic I #believe. anyhow I find it funny he does this shit but it also drives me a little crazy. like... it's so obviously not self-serving... and gives you a real insight into his priorities. you see this stuff all the time... ah, sete was mid, valentino didn't rate sete (or biaggi) at all, it was such an easy rivalry for valentino which proves he competed in a weak era... terrible pr move, you'd think! such a fantastic on-track rivalry! why wouldn't you stand by it! and even if he did truly think sete was an unworthy rival, it would still be in his interest to give that man a little hype. you would genuinely be forgiven for thinking the 2004 title was basically wrapped up after welkom, which!! my man!! that's literally your best season, what are you doing!! istg you are making it HARDER to get people into what is straight up the best era racing-wise in modern motogp because half the fandom saw one clip of you calling sete mid and have based all their opinions on that. work with me you twat!!

it's also just so obviously not true. how valentino behaved over the course of that rivalry is not what you would do against someone you don't see as a serious threat. the massive reaction after sachsenring 2003, everything about that early 2004 trio of races (especially the last lap of assen), everything about his reaction to qatar, the targeted cruelty of the sepang celebrations, taking all those risks at phillip island, his panic at the idea of losing in 2005 at jerez, the ferocious determination with which he set about preventing sete from winning again for the rest of that year... sure, some of that is personal animosity post-qatar, but it's personal animosity that was in large part because valentino was spooked by sete. this was the guy who dented valentino's impeccable reputation in one-on-one duels, who actually managed to make him bleed when valentino wasn't expecting it - the first time somebody had managed to do it with anything approaching regularity at a bit of the season where it still mattered for the championship (though shout out to barros for motegi/valencia 2002). genuinely the first time it felt like somebody had valentino handled in direct duels since, y'know, 1998 harada when vale was a teenager. valentino may have fought for the title with biaggi in 2001, but in actual duels it was very one-sided. there's a pretty decent argument that sachsenring 2003 is the single wheel-to-wheel defeat that stung the most until phillip island 2015? like that fucked with him! it prompted a bigger reaction from him than any individual defeat inflicted by casey or jorge! (not that valentino ever really lost duels against jorge but that's a conversation for another day.) he was determined to NEVER fuck it again like he did at the sachsenring! he did this whole reclaiming the spirit of his teens at brno! he AGREED TO SIGN FOR YAMAHA! this was SUCH a massive turning point

he was struggling!! he was seething!! he's exceptionally good at not being a sore loser on a race to race level (always been more of an 'attack from a position of strength' type by disposition) but this is. genuinely. as close as you can run him this decade. maybe assen 2001 is the other one where the mask does slip a little. but apart from that

which objectively makes for a better rivalry! sete being that good bothered valentino, he really hated losing to him even before they were enemies! and the thing is, right, valentino is aware that great rivalries make great stories - that his opponents being strong makes him look stronger by reflected glory. he knows this! it's an own goal that he's just rolling with this tactic! it's so personal he's gonna take the reputational hit! it's night and day when you compare it with, say, the casey rivalry. basically the biggest most obvious tells valentino actually harbours personal animosity towards someone is if he a) blanks them, like just straight up ignores them unless he absolutely has to, and b) starts fucking around with his career narrative where he excludes them from his story in some way, even if at times it's to his own detriment. it's quite straightforward! that's why the moment you cut away all the noise, you can tell he never really had anything against casey - complete competitive happenstance, casey was just there. (you can also tell this how you'd be hard pressed to find anything particularly mean-spirited valentino has said about casey after, like, mid-2013, but that almost feels too simple.) valentino loves to yap and valentino loves to tell fun stories about his career. if he's not yapping with some bloke and he's not including them in his stories, you know it's something special

anyway obviously the fact that sete doesn't get rated also means a lot of people do miss the pretty glaring dovi parallels lol. like they're right there. here just again for reference:

sete never quite got valentino to a title decider, but 2004 is basically almost as close as 2017 and then 2003 is more of a title challenge than either 2018 or 2019, though 2005 isn't one at all... point is, these are broadly similar levels of threat vale and marc face at literally the same age. sete and valentino were closer on a personal level than marc and dovi ever were, but apart from that you've got two rivalries that immediately stand out because of how much more 'respectful' they were than what directly preceded it. I supposed marc does better pr for that rivalry because he doesn't dislike dovi and because it also did him a world of good to be able to point to a more 'respectful' rivalry in his resume, as a kind of 'oh look I can do that too, I'm not the problem' type thing. vale was very image conscious in the sete rivalry, but more in a 'oh I can use how image conscious the other guy is to suffocate him'. and I reckon that's one of the biggest differences between the two rivalries... because losing to sete was a real reputational hit for valentino, like that was a net negative, got the italian press calling him washed and all that shit. whereas marc and dovi... I honestly cannot recall people giving him too much grief for all the last lap duels he was losing? which is odd, in a way, but meant that broadly having dovi around was a good thing because it was almost like a built-in way of making those dominance years watchable. adds a little spice if there's always the threat marc might at least lose a last lap battle, even if unfortunately that might be the only competitive tension you're getting that season. for marc, just having the dovi battles was beneficial. for valentino, the only way he could benefit from the sete battles was by winning them

[kwisatzworld]

Valentino Rossi and Sete Gibernau

In Qatar, Rossi’s hitherto friendly rivalry with Gibernau came to a crashing halt under the most unusual circumstances. With the track being completely new and therefore rather “green” and slippery, Rossi’s crew took a scooter out to his third-row start position on the night before the race and performed a few burnouts, leaving a mass of grippy rubber on what was effectively going to be Rossi’s launch pad. Rossi was not present and Jerry Burgess did not inform Yamaha boss Davide Brivio of what he and the team had done. Spotting the black rubber on his rider’s grid position, Brivio reported it to the circuit manager, thinking that someone had tampered with Rossi’s slot. Then Honda became aware of the melodrama and Gibernau’s team boss Fausto Gresini filed an official protest, claiming Rossi’s team was trying to gain an unfair advantage.

It all seemed rather petty and, while the Yamaha team was not found guilty of breaking any specific rules, race organisers decreed that it was “against the spirit” of the sport and slapped Rossi with a six-second penalty, which meant he had to start the race from the back row of the grid. Max Biaggi, incidentally, was handed the same penalty after his own crew had been caught sweeping his grid slot (an action that was quite specifically forbidden in the rules). Rossi immediately made his position clear: “I’ve been looking for an excuse not to talk to Sete. Today he gave me one.”

In the event, Rossi crashed out of the race while Gibernau won and closed the title gap to just 14 points. But Rossi solely blamed his rival for the protest and the goodwill between the two was at an end. “Sete was the one who was behind all this,” he said. “He has acted like a child. It is like a knife has been pushed into my back.”

From here on in Gibernau would be the new Biaggi, the new nemesis, the new motivation for Rossi to dig deeper in order to beat him. And that made Rossi even more dangerous, as Jerry Burgess pointed out: “Valentino is the sort of rider I wouldn’t want to get angry. He can take you apart on the track.”

At the following round in Malaysia, Rossi began the mental destruction of Gibernau. After vowing never to speak to the Spaniard again he blanked him at the pre-race press conference to such an extent that Gibernau appeared genuinely shaken. While giving his rival the cold shoulder, Rossi joked with the world’s press after setting pole position, saying, “This was a very important pole position because at least we know exactly which part of the track we have to clean.”

After beating Gibernau by more than twenty seconds in the race, Rossi then refused to shake hands when the Spaniard tried to congratulate him on the slowing-down lap. Then he stopped and started sweeping up the track with a broom before donning a T-shirt boasting details of his new fictional cleaning company, La Rapida. “We clear out rats,” he said. ‘We disinfect, clear drains and clean starting grids.” Then, in a direct reference to his six-second penalty in Qatar, he added, “We also do night jobs – all done in six seconds.” It was a classic example of Rossi’s mind games: while the gag was funny to everyone else, the words were carefully chosen to wound and belittle those they were aimed at, in this case Gibernau, who Rossi clearly viewed as a “rat”.

“Hijo de puta! Hijo de puta!” “Son of a whore! Son of a whore!”

Rossi was accustomed to hearing his name being chanted at race meetings, but this was something entirely new to him. This was undistilled hatred – and he was on the receiving end of it. Thousands of Spanish fans joined in the insulting chant as he completed his victory lap at Jerez, the opening round of the 2005 MotoGP season.

Rossi had always been the beloved one, the charmed rider who could do no wrong, who counted every race as a home race. Adored wherever he went, he could always be assured of looking out on to grandstands filled with tens of thousands of fans dressed in his own brand of Rossi yellow. Now the love had turned to hate as the Spanish crowd bayed for his blood.

Local hero Sete Gibernau had led all but three laps of the 27-lap Jerez Grand Prix, but if he believed Rossi had calmed down over the winter and would now forgive and forget what had happened at Qatar the previous year, he got a rude awakening on the final lap of the race. It was Gibernau’s home Grand Prix and he was desperate to win it and start the season with a victory. He very nearly managed it, too, and had he not riled his rival so much in 2004 Rossi might just have conceded defeat. Instead, he waited until the last corner of the last lap of the race before ramming his way up the inside of the Spaniard, clattering into his Movistar Honda, and knocking him off the track and into the gravel trap while he himself went on to win the race.

The pair were so far ahead of the rest of the field that Gibernau managed to get back on track and finish second, but the damage had been done – and it was extensive. Rossi, so accustomed to fans cheering his name, now had to get used to another chorus as tens of thousands of Spanish fans booed and chanted vitriolic slogans.

To his credit, Gibernau acted like a gentleman throughout the aftermath of the race. Unlike Rossi at Qatar, he accepted his rival’s handshake, however stern his expression while doing so. The normally placid Spaniard was clearly furious, his body language speaking volumes both in parc fermé and on the podium, but Rossi remained unrepentant. “There was enough space for me to pass him in the final corner,” he said at the post-race press conference. “It was the only place where I could pass. We touched but motorbike races are sometimes like this. I know Sete is not happy, but there are going to be sixteen more races this year and there will be many more hard battles.”

Gibernau maintained a dignified silence, refusing to make any comment on the last lap, no matter how many times he was asked for his opinion. Perhaps he had learned from the Rossi/Biaggi feuds that there was little to be gained by making an enemy of the most popular man in racing: if you turned on Rossi, you turned on at least 60 per cent of MotoGP’s fan base.

But then, in a sport where the winning margins are so miniscule, each and every tiny advantage must be pursued and that includes gaining a psychological edge over your rivals and mentally upsetting them if the chance presents itself. Rossi was no fool; he had already been through this with Biaggi and had seen the demoralising effects of his constant jibes towards the Roman to the press. He and Gibernau had not started out as natural enemies, but as soon as the Spaniard became a legitimate threat on track – as he had over the last year – then Rossi sought to neutralise that threat in any way he could. Psychological dominance is part of the arsenal of weaponry at Rossi’s disposal that has helped him become the greatest motorcycle racer of all time. What was becoming increasingly clear was that beneath the perma-smile, the curly locks, the post-race antics and the seemingly laid-back approach to life, Rossi was in fact a ruthless, driven and determined motorcycle racer. Of course, no sportsman reaches the top of his game without these attributes, but in Rossi they were so well disguised that it came as a bit of a shock when they revealed themselves. He was a smiling assassin – and all the more dangerous for it.

On the podium at Jerez, Sete Gibernau had looked like a beaten man, and he was. After the grid incident at Qatar, Rossi had reportedly vowed that Gibernau would never win another race (although he later denied saying this), and the Spaniard never did, despite racing in the top class for another two years. Rossi’s work, by fair means or foul, was done. He had neutralised another threat to his continued dominance of MotoGP.

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[bikefuckersoftheworldunite]

Sete Gibernau during post race presscon at Sachsenring 2005:

Explanation is that at the end Rossi won the race and that’s it. I think we are doing good. I think maybe I got a mistake. I thought maybe that was my birthday present for Nicky* instead it went to Rossi. But it’s okay. At the end if I make a mistake whoever is behind takes profit, Rossi again was there to take it and he took it. So, we gave away a possible victory. But i think the team is doing good, it’s a difficult year for us…..

[*Nicky Hayden’s birthday was the day before on Saturday]

[bansheeangel]

IZUNA WEEK 6º DIA

SOMBRA DE SANGUE

Enquanto tenta negociar uma trégua entre o clã Uchiha e um pequeno vilarejo rebelde, Izuna é confundido com Madara, que em uma incursão anterior ataca o local sem piedade. Capturado pelos habitantes e acusado de crimes que não cometeu, Izuna precisa usar sua inteligência e habilidades para escapar, ao mesmo tempo em que tenta provar sua inocência. No entanto, ele acaba descobrindo segredos sombrios sobre o passado de Madara que podem mudar sua visão sobre o irmão — e sobre o papel dos Uchihas no conflito.

"Eu não sou ele. Não serei ele. Não importa o que digam ou pensem."

Semana Izuna 2025 | 6º dia | 15 de fevereiro | Sete Espadachim | Identidade Equivocada | Sucessão UA | Centrado em Izuna | TobiIzu

AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63118399

SPIRIT

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His mother, although not a member of any terreiro, was accustomed to receiving a turbulent cabodo named Sete Espadas ("Seven Swords"). This entity called himself "the man with three balls," and used to harangue fam- ily members whose behavior displeased him. Archipiado's mother does not drink or sing, but her caboclo would swig pure cachafa and sing cabodo songs, in a rough masculine voice. A series of incidents put an end to the appearances of this domineering spirit. On one occasion when he materi- alized, the family members simply deserted the house, leaving him to rant to the walls. Another time, after a fight between Archipiado's mother and his step-father, who was also involved in the Afro-Brazilian religions, Sete Espadas had raged through the house, breaking whatever was at hand. After this the family members persuaded Archipiado's mother to stop re- ceiving her caboclo. So she turned her hand to cartomancy. By means of the Tarot cards she was able to predict dire outcomes for family members who persisted in disapproved courses of action.

-Jim Wafer, The Taste of Blood

people often talk about the capacity of trance to let you say things you want to say anyway without facing social reprisal in like a liberatory context and it can definitely be that but also like. the nature of trance is pretty inevitably used by some people to be a huge dick

[leticiajsantosescritora]

Último Sacrifício

Leio no Wattpad e Spirit

Sinopse

Sete anos se passaram desde que Kagome voltou da era feuldal, não conseguindo mais atrevassar o poço. Ela havia desistido de tentar voltar ao passado e buscou levar uma vida comum, enterrando, assim, seu coração. Mas os sonhos da ultima batalha voltaram a tormentá-la, atrapalhando a sua nova rotina. Kagome precisava encarar seus medos e voltar para o templo de sua família, ela faria uma nova tentativa, reanimando seus dons espirituais. O que ela não sabia, é que uma nova joia havia surgido, um ano após a derrota de Naraku, deixando a Sengoku em um caos extremo. Quando os lordes entraram em confronto entre proteger e posuir o máximo de poder que aquela esfera, que além de absorver energia sagrada, trazia. O luto será inveitável. Um novo amor nascerá. *Os personagens de Inuyasha pertencem a Rumiko Takahasi*

[lunamagicablu]

Scusami se mi prendo la libertà, ma... Tu non mi sembri per niente un cuor contento. La conosci la storia del Re Pescatore? Comincia col re da ragazzo, che doveva passare la notte nella foresta per dimostrare il suo coraggio e diventarere. E mentre passa la notte da solo è visitato da una visione sacra: nel fuoco del bivacco gli appare il Santo Graal, simbolo della grazia divina. E una voce dice al ragazzo: "Tu custodirai il Graal, onde possa guarire i cuori degli uomini". Ma il ragazzo, accecato dalla visione di una vita piena di potere, di gloria, di bellezza, in uno stato di completo stupore, si sentì per un attimo non un ragazzo, ma onnipotente come Dio: allungò la mano per prendere il Graal, e il Graal svanì lasciandogli la mano tremendamente ustionata dal fuoco. E mentre il ragazzo cresceva, la ferita si approfondiva, finché un giorno per lui la vita non ebbe più scopo. Non aveva più fede in nessuno, neanche in se stesso. Non poteva amare, né sentirsi amato. Era ammalato di troppa esperienza, e cominciò a morire. Un giorno un giullare entrò al castello e trovò il re da solo. Ed essendo un semplice di spirito, egli non vide il re: vide solo un uomo solo e sofferente. E chiese al re: "Che ti addolora, amico?". E il re gli rispose: "Ho sete, e vorrei un po' d'acqua per rinfrescarmi la gola". Allora il giullare prese una tazza che era accanto al letto, la riempì d'acqua e la porse al re. Ed il re, cominciando a bere, si rese conto che la piaga si era rimarginata: si guardò le mani e vide che c'era il Santo Graal, quello che aveva cercato per tutta la vita. Si volse al giullare e chiese stupito: "Come hai potuto tu trovare ciò che i miei valorosi cavalieri mai hanno trovato?". E il giullare rispose: "Io non lo so: sapevo solo che avevi sete". ROBIN WILLIAMS - ************************ Excuse me for taking the liberty, but... You don't strike me as a happy heart at all. Do you know the story of the Fisher King? It begins with the king as a boy, who had to spend the night in the forest to prove his courage and become a king. And while he spends the night alone he is visited by a sacred vision: in the bivouac fire the Holy Grail appears to him, symbol of divine grace. And a voice says to the boy: "You will keep the Grail, so that it can heal the hearts of men". But the boy, blinded by the vision of a life full of power, of glory, of beauty, in a state of complete stupor, felt for a moment not a boy, but omnipotent like God: he reached out to take the Grail, and the Grail vanished leaving his hand terribly burned by the fire. And as the boy grew older, the wound deepened, until one day life for him no longer had any purpose. He no longer had faith in anyone, not even himself. He could not love, nor feel loved. He was sick of too much experience, and he started dying. One day a jester entered the castle and found the king alone. And being simple in spirit, he did not see the king: he only saw a man alone and suffering. And he asked the king, "What ails you, friend?" And the king answered him: "I am thirsty, and I would like some water to cool my throat". Then the jester took a cup that was beside the bed, filled it with water and handed it to the king. And the king, starting to drink, realized that his wound had healed: he looked at his hands and saw that there was the Holy Grail, the one he had sought all his life. He turned to the jester and asked amazed: "How could you find what my brave knights never found?". And the jester replied: "I don't know: I only knew that you were thirsty". ROBIN WILLIAMS -