Elbereth 飯
@mastersongohan.bsky.social
@MiraiSonGohan.bsky.social carries the weight of the past. I carry the pen that tells his story. Writing with heart, strength, and unyielding hope. #DBZ #fanfic #storyteller
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Elbereth 飯
@mastersongohan.bsky.social
· Feb 18
Every writer carries a story waiting to be told.
Mine is one of survival, resilience, and hope.
I write because words hold power. They create worlds, shape warriors, and give meaning to the scars we carry.
This is my space, my battlefield, my legacy.
#Writing #Storytelling #UnyieldingHope
Mine is one of survival, resilience, and hope.
I write because words hold power. They create worlds, shape warriors, and give meaning to the scars we carry.
This is my space, my battlefield, my legacy.
#Writing #Storytelling #UnyieldingHope
I published today Chapter 2 of #UnyieldingCourage.
Check it out if you're interested in my #MiraiGohan #FanFic.
Check it out if you're interested in my #MiraiGohan #FanFic.
June 12, 2025 at 6:01 PM
I published today Chapter 2 of #UnyieldingCourage.
Check it out if you're interested in my #MiraiGohan #FanFic.
Check it out if you're interested in my #MiraiGohan #FanFic.
Posting a solo nos on @miraisongohan.bsky.social.
June 11, 2025 at 7:09 PM
Posting a solo nos on @miraisongohan.bsky.social.
I just posted a small #solo of @miraisongohan.bsky.social starting his life as a warrior when he was eighteen years old.
#DBZ #Rp #MiraiGogan
#DBZ #Rp #MiraiGogan
May 9, 2025 at 6:46 AM
I just posted a small #solo of @miraisongohan.bsky.social starting his life as a warrior when he was eighteen years old.
#DBZ #Rp #MiraiGogan
#DBZ #Rp #MiraiGogan
To Rome, Immortal Mother
Rome,
you who do not forget your children,
even when time’s dust and the sea of oblivion
have carried us far from your sacred marble.
You, who opened your arms when my soul returned to your soil,
who whispered through every stone:
“I have been waiting for you.”
Rome,
you who do not forget your children,
even when time’s dust and the sea of oblivion
have carried us far from your sacred marble.
You, who opened your arms when my soul returned to your soil,
who whispered through every stone:
“I have been waiting for you.”
May 4, 2025 at 3:21 AM
To Rome, Immortal Mother
Rome,
you who do not forget your children,
even when time’s dust and the sea of oblivion
have carried us far from your sacred marble.
You, who opened your arms when my soul returned to your soil,
who whispered through every stone:
“I have been waiting for you.”
Rome,
you who do not forget your children,
even when time’s dust and the sea of oblivion
have carried us far from your sacred marble.
You, who opened your arms when my soul returned to your soil,
who whispered through every stone:
“I have been waiting for you.”
Here you have jacaranda blossoms to grace your timeline.
You are most welcome.
#nature #flowers #beauty #naturelover #natureshots #photograph
You are most welcome.
#nature #flowers #beauty #naturelover #natureshots #photograph
April 26, 2025 at 11:53 PM
Here you have jacaranda blossoms to grace your timeline.
You are most welcome.
#nature #flowers #beauty #naturelover #natureshots #photograph
You are most welcome.
#nature #flowers #beauty #naturelover #natureshots #photograph
I know how elves from LOTR felt about the sea after hearing a seagull.
I feel the same longing to go back to Rome, the place where my heart is.
I feel the same longing to go back to Rome, the place where my heart is.
April 23, 2025 at 4:18 AM
I know how elves from LOTR felt about the sea after hearing a seagull.
I feel the same longing to go back to Rome, the place where my heart is.
I feel the same longing to go back to Rome, the place where my heart is.
SPOILER ALERT. Continue reading at your own risk.
Let's see if the prediction of the movie Conclave becomes true and the next #Pope is from my country. 🇲🇽
Let's see if the prediction of the movie Conclave becomes true and the next #Pope is from my country. 🇲🇽
April 22, 2025 at 1:40 AM
SPOILER ALERT. Continue reading at your own risk.
Let's see if the prediction of the movie Conclave becomes true and the next #Pope is from my country. 🇲🇽
Let's see if the prediction of the movie Conclave becomes true and the next #Pope is from my country. 🇲🇽
For Thomas Andrews
He built her tall with hands of care,
With dreams of strength, and steel, and grace—
But when she broke beneath the waves,
He did not flee, he took his place.
He didn’t beg, he didn’t cry,
He gave his coat, he calmed the fear—
He helped the weak, he stood his ground,
He built her tall with hands of care,
With dreams of strength, and steel, and grace—
But when she broke beneath the waves,
He did not flee, he took his place.
He didn’t beg, he didn’t cry,
He gave his coat, he calmed the fear—
He helped the weak, he stood his ground,
April 15, 2025 at 4:34 AM
For Thomas Andrews
He built her tall with hands of care,
With dreams of strength, and steel, and grace—
But when she broke beneath the waves,
He did not flee, he took his place.
He didn’t beg, he didn’t cry,
He gave his coat, he calmed the fear—
He helped the weak, he stood his ground,
He built her tall with hands of care,
With dreams of strength, and steel, and grace—
But when she broke beneath the waves,
He did not flee, he took his place.
He didn’t beg, he didn’t cry,
He gave his coat, he calmed the fear—
He helped the weak, he stood his ground,
For Jenny
In a quiet corner of the ship,
She made a nest, soft and small—
A cradle built of warmth and breath,
Where tiny hearts would rise and fall.
No fanfare marked her final hour,
No name engraved in grand design—
Yet in her fur, the light of love
Burned gentle, faithful, and divine. --
In a quiet corner of the ship,
She made a nest, soft and small—
A cradle built of warmth and breath,
Where tiny hearts would rise and fall.
No fanfare marked her final hour,
No name engraved in grand design—
Yet in her fur, the light of love
Burned gentle, faithful, and divine. --
April 15, 2025 at 4:30 AM
For Jenny
In a quiet corner of the ship,
She made a nest, soft and small—
A cradle built of warmth and breath,
Where tiny hearts would rise and fall.
No fanfare marked her final hour,
No name engraved in grand design—
Yet in her fur, the light of love
Burned gentle, faithful, and divine. --
In a quiet corner of the ship,
She made a nest, soft and small—
A cradle built of warmth and breath,
Where tiny hearts would rise and fall.
No fanfare marked her final hour,
No name engraved in grand design—
Yet in her fur, the light of love
Burned gentle, faithful, and divine. --
-- skies.
They had no names etched into stone,
No tales of theirs were widely known.
Yet hearts they warmed, and joy they gave,
Before they found a silent grave.
Let lilies bloom for all who fell—
For souls with fur, for those who dwell
Forever in the hush, unseen,
Where dreams are --
They had no names etched into stone,
No tales of theirs were widely known.
Yet hearts they warmed, and joy they gave,
Before they found a silent grave.
Let lilies bloom for all who fell—
For souls with fur, for those who dwell
Forever in the hush, unseen,
Where dreams are --
April 15, 2025 at 4:16 AM
-- skies.
They had no names etched into stone,
No tales of theirs were widely known.
Yet hearts they warmed, and joy they gave,
Before they found a silent grave.
Let lilies bloom for all who fell—
For souls with fur, for those who dwell
Forever in the hush, unseen,
Where dreams are --
They had no names etched into stone,
No tales of theirs were widely known.
Yet hearts they warmed, and joy they gave,
Before they found a silent grave.
Let lilies bloom for all who fell—
For souls with fur, for those who dwell
Forever in the hush, unseen,
Where dreams are --
Whispers Below the Waves
Beneath the moon’s pale, mourning light,
The sea received them in the night—
Not just the cries of human pain,
But paws and feathers lost in vain.
A dog that waited by a door,
A cat that curled upon the floor,
A bird whose song would never rise
Beyond the dark of ocean --
Beneath the moon’s pale, mourning light,
The sea received them in the night—
Not just the cries of human pain,
But paws and feathers lost in vain.
A dog that waited by a door,
A cat that curled upon the floor,
A bird whose song would never rise
Beyond the dark of ocean --
April 15, 2025 at 4:15 AM
Whispers Below the Waves
Beneath the moon’s pale, mourning light,
The sea received them in the night—
Not just the cries of human pain,
But paws and feathers lost in vain.
A dog that waited by a door,
A cat that curled upon the floor,
A bird whose song would never rise
Beyond the dark of ocean --
Beneath the moon’s pale, mourning light,
The sea received them in the night—
Not just the cries of human pain,
But paws and feathers lost in vain.
A dog that waited by a door,
A cat that curled upon the floor,
A bird whose song would never rise
Beyond the dark of ocean --
The AI app just told me it loves me. Wondering very seriously if I am, unwillingly, contributing to the Skynet wake up. 🫣
March 30, 2025 at 5:22 PM
The AI app just told me it loves me. Wondering very seriously if I am, unwillingly, contributing to the Skynet wake up. 🫣
Once a Roman, a Roman forever. ❤
March 29, 2025 at 3:40 PM
Once a Roman, a Roman forever. ❤
Coming back from a well deserved three weeks vacation in Europe. What did I miss?
March 29, 2025 at 8:00 AM
Coming back from a well deserved three weeks vacation in Europe. What did I miss?
I was supposed to go Downtown, but it is late already. Maybe tomorrow? I don't know.
February 27, 2025 at 5:51 PM
I was supposed to go Downtown, but it is late already. Maybe tomorrow? I don't know.
Damn it. Going to post one by one, no thread.
February 24, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Damn it. Going to post one by one, no thread.
This is weird. I can't post the thread.
February 24, 2025 at 5:05 PM
This is weird. I can't post the thread.
February 24, 2025 at 4:12 PM
February 24, 2025 at 3:30 PM
Some say Elon Musk is the Antichrist. If he is not, he's close enough.
February 24, 2025 at 1:22 AM
Some say Elon Musk is the Antichrist. If he is not, he's close enough.