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Blazing Team's first season enemy, Belloc, has a mask that looks a little like Revan's
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Blazing Team's first season enemy, Belloc, has a mask that looks a little like Revan's
I'm not the only one seeing it, am I?
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My jester girl oc maybe i'll name her like Bell or something idk
Trollhunters/Demon Slayer/The Dragon prince writers: Congratulations on overcoming your hardships and not dying! Here's your prize!
The prize :
The writers: Good luck on defeating 1000 year old gods!
The gods :
“A civilization can survive the loss of wealth, of power, even of learning; but it cannot survive the loss of its own explanation. Modern Europe still moves by the momentum of a Christian past, but it no longer understands why it moves at all. Its laws, its respect for the person, its conception of justice and duty were not discovered by reason alone, nor produced by chance. They were the result of a definite creed, long held and deeply believed. When that creed is denied, the habits it created linger for a generation or two, but they no longer renew themselves. What was once tradition becomes routine; what was conviction becomes custom; and custom, once questioned, collapses. That is the precise condition of Europe today.”
— Hilaire Belloc
Yes, my Bell facial model is ellie🫶
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firebreather au when, at the prom scene, duncan says “dad was right”, he actually means it
He still saves his friends, but doesnt reconcile with them, for whatever reason. pissed and upset he goes full on feral on abaddon and astaroth. fights side by side with Belloc, but instead of sending the two kaijus into hibernation duncan gives in to the rage, killing them.
belloc is obviously proud of him, and duncan, numb and feeling monstrous (he could never allow himself to be around the people he cares about anymore because of what he’s become), accepts to be belloc’s heir. Leading duncan to be crowned Prince of the Kaijus
G/t July Day 21: Handheld
I know I am late, but someone gave me an idea and I legit started writing this an hour ago and so I am really just letting my brain scream.
I hope this will inspire someone to read my firebreather fanfic.
Wordcount: <300
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Margaret laid on a vast expanse of red leather. Surrounded by claws that could tear through metal with ease and fingers that could crush her with almost no effort.
But she knew she was safe here.
She put her hands against the surface of Belloc’s palm and closed her eyes. She could feel his pulse slowly and powerfully beating below her body. She curled her toes, feeling his calloused palm against her bare feet. She took a deep breath, timing her breathing to the rumble of Belloc’s massive lungs while he slept with her in his palm.
It was a warm day with a cool breeze. Resting in the shade was the perfect temperature for a nap. So while Belloc rested, she sat up and moved closer to his fingers.
Each finger was as tall as her, adorned with sharp claws that he would regularly blunt so he wouldn’t hurt her. She ran a hand across his blood red scales and found a smile going across her face as she saw his finger twitch with her touch. He may be the King of Monsters, but he wasn’t immune to her, a human.
After a little bit of pushing against his fingers, she returned to laying on his palm.
It was a good day to rest. She stretched her arms over her head before settling in to nap.
Later Belloc would awaken to find his bride asleep in his palm. A deep, rumbling purr would build in his chest and he would pull her closer. He would let her scent fill his nostrils and he would do his best to not disturb her.
"CONVERSATION PIECE" ... de Sir Herbert James Gunn (National Portrait Gallery, London) ... Todo un homenaje a la amistad : tres amigos entrañables, tres inteligencias superlativas, tres "monstruos" de las letras ....
Son Gilbert Keith Chesterton (a la izquierda, escribiendo ... como no !!!), a su lado sentado Hillaire Belloc y de pie, mirando por encima del hombro Maurice Baring, muy pendientes de lo que Gilbert escribe.
Belloc (periodista, novelista, ensayista, historiador) era "el profesor" del grupo. La educación de Chesterton era artística y buscó a Belloc por sus conocimientos sobre teología de la historia. Baring (diplomático, periodista) representaba, con su conocimiento de idiomas, la amplitud de la cultura cristiana.
Solo uno era católico de nacimiento: Belloc, de ascendencia francesa; los otros dos conversos al catolicismo desde la Iglesia Anglicana