Me, posting my own art??? On my main??? Idk who I am anymore.
But anywho I’m really proud of these three and the project they’re a part of and I want to share them with you because, quite franky, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa yk??
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Another portrait of Cielu just because I love him dearly - also no he doesn’t have and antlers or wings, they’re only symbols for Arvid and Koko and their magic!
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PRIMAVERA
Cancia u tempu, cancia u ventu
cancia a terra, cancianu i ciuri
u mari raggiatu , ora sta abbentu
a vigna rinasci, pigghia culuri
lenta a luci si mancia u scuru
u cielu diventa azzulu e puru
comi tanti Lazzari risuscitati
l’abbiri si vestunu di vita
sautanu i ciareddi immaculati
auta nto scuru bola a taddarita
cancianu nto cielu tutti i stiddi
cancia u munnu vistutu i viddi
nta tuttu stu infinitu canciari
sulu l’omu resta chiddu chi fu
è semenza chi nun voli spigare
spiranza pessa chi nun c’è chiù
moddu cu riccu, duru cu mischinu
è u scuru, è Giuda cu Cainu
dimmi quann’è chi l’omu canciravi
dimmi quann’è chi è primavera
quann’è chi ogni guerra finiravi
quannu l’anima ni diventa sincera
e puru nui, comu tuttu , canciamu
ogni sciarra finammenti, scuddamu
Cambia il tempo, cambia il vento, cambia la terra, cambiano i fiori, il mare era arrabbiato ed ora è calmo, pacifico, la vigna rinasce e prende colore, lenta la luce divora il buio, il cielo diventa turchino e puro.
comi tanti Lazzari risuscitati
Come tanti Lazzari resuscitati, gli alberi si rivestono di vita, saltano gli agnelli immacolati, alta nel buio vola il pipistrello, cambiano nel cielo tutte le stelle, cambia il mondo vestendosi di verde.
In tutto questo infinito cambiare, solo l'uomo resta quello che era, è semenza che non vuole germogliare, speranza che passa e che non è più, molle con il ricco, duro con il povero, è l'oscurità, è Giuda con Caino.
Dimmi quando l'uomo cambierà, dimmi quando sarà la primavera, quando ogni guerra finirà, quando l'anima ci diventerà sincera ed anche noi, come tutto, cambieremo e ogni odio, finalmente dimenticheremo.
The weather changes, the wind changes, the earth changes, the flowers change, the sea was angry and now it is calm, peaceful, the vineyard is reborn and takes on color, the light slowly eat the darkness, the sky becomes blue and pure.
Like many resurrected Lazarus, the trees take on life, the immaculate lambs jump, the bat flies high in the darkness, all the stars in the sky change, the world changes by dressing in green.
In all this infinite change, only man remains what he was, he is a seed that does not want to germinate, a hope that passes and is no longer, soft with the rich, hard with the poor, it is darkness, it is Judas with Cain .
Tell me when man will change, tell me when spring will be, when every war will end, when our soul will become sincere and we too, like everything else, will change and every hatred, we will finally forget.
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Hi- I'm cielu. And I'm a fanfic writer, an artist and a brainstormer
I love sasamiya/hirakagi/hanzashiro
but i also like Undertale, saiouma, minecraft, fnf, and... genshin i guess ._.
If you have twitter and really active on the sasamiya fandom. You probably have seen me once or twice. And in ao3 too
Twt and Ao3: dreamy_ciel
I made the fanfics
- Nightfall worries (sasamiya)
- Oh the audacity! (sasamiya implied)
- 10... (hanzashiro)
have some of my work that you have probably seen
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No, non ti nascondere. Eh chiediti perché sento la tua voce, che cresce in me. Eh, mi fa capire che c'è un nuovo giorno anche per me.
No, don't hide. Hey what you're looking for no one has the answer. They just want more. Hey who's gonna make it back. This could be the first Day of my life.
Memories of bygone ages shardes of bygone ages: The biggest loss in the heavenly hosts, the shining knight, cherubim and seraphs: In the name of the Warrior I charge you to be brave. In the name of the Father I charge you to be just. In the name of the Mother I charge you to defend the young and innocent.
"A good man can fall. I was a good man for over a thousand years before I fell in the first age, the breaking of the first silence the beginning of the days when i came to Arda. I never wanted to be a Maiar either, i hate the name Mairon. I was a Student of Melkor and not a Friend. I'm neither good nor evil, a gray knight a gray hero is not a pro hero. I was the biggest loss in the heavenly hosts. I was the best of the heavenly host. I am who I am that's all I know I am unique others are not as important as I am. It's enough it's no longer funny. My knee doesn't bend that easily. I never bow the knee to the hypocritical cunt Galadriel or the hypocritical elves. I'm not the problem. He keeps fighting. I stay where I belong I worked enough. Nobody has the right to judge me. I did nothing wrong. I'm the Fallen One a big story. I'm the Lord of the Rings. It's always possible for a good man to fall. Evil has been in the world since the music of the Ainur. It would have escalated in Heaven and Arda when Melkor had immediately declared war on everyone and everything. Perfectionism is just as unattainable as buying earmuffs because you have a problem with black speech", thought Halbrand.
The fallen One the greatest loss in the heavenly hosts
Outbreak of War
Speak softly love and hold me warm against your heart. I feel your words the tender trembling moments start. We're in a world, our very own sharing a love that only few have ever known.
Confiteor Deo omnipoténti, beátae Mariae semper Virgini, beáto Michaéli Archángelo, beato Jóanni Baptístae, sanctis Apóstolis Petro et Paulo, ómnibus Sanctis, et tibi, pater: quia peccávi nimis cogitatióne, verbo et ópere: mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa.
I confess to God Almighty, to the Blessed Virgin Mary ever pure, to St. Archangel Michael, St. John the Baptist, St. Apostles Peter and Paul, all saints, and you, Father: that I have sinned many times in thought, word, and deed.
There's a demon inside her who came from hell and he turned my eyes from god and I fell. He put this heat inside me I'm ashamed to tell without my god inside I'm just a burning shell. The sin of eve she has in her I know so well. For want of her I know I'd give my soul to sell. This elven girl is there a soul beneath her skin and does she bear the cross of all the human sin? Oh Notre dame please let me go beyond gods law her eyes lead straight to hell.
Wine-colored days warmed by the sun, deep velvet nights when we are one.
Brucia la terra mia e abbrucia lu me' cori. Brucia la luna in cielu e iu bruciu d'amuri. Focu che si consuma comu lu me cori. L' anima chianci addulurata.
Speak softly, love so no one hears us but the sky. The vows of love we make will live until we die.
Wine-colored days warmed by the sun, deep velvet nights when we are one.
SPEAK SOFTLY ... Love so no one hears us but the sky. The vows of love we make will live until we die.
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Brucia la Luna n´cielu
E ju bruciu d'amuri.
Focu ca si consuma
comu lu me cori.
L´anima chianci addulurata.
Non si da paci
ma chi mala Nuttata.
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NINO ROTA - Brucia la terra
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makky kratky uder vznika, uder jeden za druhym, nepokoj krokov jemne tika, piesok cesty zobudi. pohanani volnostou rano, presne isto lahko bezi, povzbudeny rychlostou mina stromi ktore musia stat!
teply letny vietor streta, vietor co sa otoci, na pohyb vlasov cela oci, ruk ktorych sa nechyti, pohanany volnostou rano, presne isto lahko bezi, povzbudeny rychlostou mina stromi ktore musia stat!
cakavany, vitany, stretavany, stracajuci, sprevadzany, skrivanim, prebudzanim, nukajuci, dopredu ist stale ist, o kusok ist, este ist, k cielu ist a znova skusit sam seba dobehnut?
jemnu cistu vonu poli, vona ktora neboli, citi ako dychom vnika, na drobne ju rozdeli, pohanany volnostou rano, presne isto lahko bezi, povzbudeny rychlostou mina stromi ktore musia stat!!!!!!!!
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Aurora Amiens & Cielus!
Picture of 2 friends from 10 million years ago...
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Meet Cielu, Arvid, and Koko!
Three beloved new OCs for the story I’m working on :D
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VINO SICILIANO
Comi fa a campari cu nun mivi vinu?
senza u sangu da terra nte so vini
senza da fozza chi nto bicchieri chinu
leva ogni pinseri e tutti i so spini?
Senza vinu nun c’è missa o vita
a notti nun aviria amuri o stiddi
saria na poesia mai capita
saria na campagna senza ariddi!
U vinu inveci cancia ogni cosa
a tutto ci dugna n’autru sapuri
na fichidigna diventa na rosa
na zita laida, pari nu ciuri.
Ntra terra e celu nasci u vinu
da matri avi beddu surrisu
du patri fozza e sensu divinu
chi pigghia e libira d’ogni pisu.
U maistrali, friddu ci potta
a riscina nica mi si difenni
s’inchi i zuccuru e suppotta
gelu e nivi chi parunu etenni
Eccu l’estati arriva patruni
i cocci niri e chiddi ndurati
brillanu tra alivi e lumiuni
mentri i butti su zuffarati.
Accussì u vinu ridennu nasci
e l’autunnu diventa na festa
chi nta di butti, chiusi chi fasci
da terra e cielu, l’amuri, resta
Come può vivere chi non beve vino? senza il sangue della terra nelle sue vene? senza quella forza che nel bicchiere pieno leva ogni pensiero e tutte le sue spine?
Senza vino non c'è nessuna messa o vita, la notte non avrebbe amore e stelle, sarebbe una poesia mai capita, la campagna senza il canto dei grilli.
Il vino invece cambia ogni cosa, a tutto dona un altro sapore; un ficodindia diventa una rosa, una fidanzata brutta ora sembra un fiore.
Il vino nasce tra cielo e terra, della madre ha il sorriso, del padre la forza, il senso di divino che ti prende e ti libera da ogni peso.
Il vento maestrale porta il freddo e la piccola uva per difendersi si riempie di zucchero e sopporta il gelo e la neve che sembrano eterni.
Ecco che l'estate arriva da padrone, i chicchi neri e quelli dorati, brillano tra gli olivi e i limoni, mentre le botti vengono pulite con lo zolfo.
E' così che il vino nasce, e l'autunno diventa una festa, perchè nella botte chiusa con le fasce, ci resta l'amore del cielo e della terra.
How can someone who does not drink wine, live? without the blood of the earth in his veins? without that strength that in the full glass raises every thought and all its thorns?
Without wine there is no mass or life, the night would not have love and stars, it would be a poem never understood, the countryside without the song of crickets.
Wine, on the other hand, changes everything, it gives everything a different flavor; a prickly pear becomes a rose, an ugly girlfriend now looks like a flower.
Wine is born between heaven and earth, from the mother has a smile, the father's strength, the sense of divine that takes you and frees you from all burdens.
The mistral wind brings the cold and the small grapes to defend themselves are filled with sugar and withstand the frost and snow that seem eternal.
Here is the summer comes as a master, the black and golden grains shine among the olive trees and lemons, while the barrels are cleaned with sulfur.
This is how wine is born, and autumn becomes a celebration, because in the barrel closed with the bands, there remains the love of heaven and earth.
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i lob u ♡ -cielu
i lube—whoops—lob you too 💞
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Appena u suli si trasiu
u mari e u cielu
pigghiarru u stissu culuritu
accussì stanotti
nun pruvunu 'mmiria
mentri a luna sta nasciennu.
C..
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I used to LOVEE being in am*no or in t**tok and post about Lucille and Ciel, (which back then I didn't even consider it a ship, more of a siblings dynamic) and getting those random Sebac**l shipper or kids telling my character to "back off" 😭😭😭 when all they were doing was going through some traumatic event in the comics i used to make and it would leave me so confuse?? 😭😭😭😭 ANYWAYS CieLu supremacy now, i only know the traumatic surviving twins from demon sacrifice and their DadDog on a leach Sebastian.
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Occhi chiari comu cielu
Peddri niura coma luna nova
Ciocchi rizzi ri sbrugghiari
Vuci ruci chi mi chiama da
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