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El Coco

El Coco or Coca (also known as the Cucuy, Cuco, Cuca, Cucu or Cucuí) is a mythical ghost-like monster, equivalent to the bogeyman, found in many Hispanophone and Lusophone countries. It can also be considered an Iberian version of a bugbear as it is a commonly used figure of speech representing an irrational or exaggerated fear. The Cucuy is a male being while Cuca is a female version of the mythical monster. The "monster" will come to the house of disobedient children and make them "disappear".

The myth of the Coco, or Cucuy, originated in northern Portugal and Galicia. According to the Real Academia Española, the word coco derives from the Galician and Portuguese côco, which means "coconut". The word coco is used in colloquial speech to refer to the human head in Spanish. Coco also means "skull". The word cocuruto in Portuguese means "the crown of the head" or "the highest place" and with the same etymology in Galicia, crouca means "head", from proto-Celtic *krowkā-, with variant cróca; and either coco or cuca means "head" in both Portuguese and Galician. It is cognate with Cornish crogen, meaning "skull", and Breton krogen ar penn, also meaning "skull". In Irish, clocan means "skull".

Many Latin American countries refer to the monster as el Cuco. In northern New Mexico and southern Colorado, where there is a large Hispanic population, it is referred to by its anglicized name, "the Coco Man". In Brazilian folklore, the monster is referred to as Cuca and pictured as a female humanoid alligator, derived from the Portuguese coca, a dragon.

In Spain, Portugal, and Latin America, parents sometimes invoke the Coco or Cuca as a way of discouraging their children from misbehaving; they sing lullabies or tell rhymes warning their children that if they don't obey their parents, el Coco will come and get them and then eat them.

It is not the way the Coco looks but what it does that scares most. It is a child eater and a kidnapper; it may immediately devour the child, leaving no trace, or it may spirit the child away to a place of no return, but it only does this to disobedient children. It is on the lookout for children's misbehavior from the rooftops; it takes the shape of any dark shadow and stays watching. It represents the opposite of the guardian angel and is frequently compared to the devil. Others see the Coco as a representation of the deceased of the local community.

The oldest known rhyme about the Coco, which originated in the 17th century, is in the Auto de los desposorios de la Virgen by Juan Caxés.

The rhyme has evolved over the years, but still retains its original meaning:

Duérmete niño, duérmete ya... Que viene el Coco y te comerá

Sleep child, sleep or else... Coco will come and eat you

The Portuguese lullaby recorded by José Leite de Vasconcelos tells Coca to go to the top of the roof. In other versions of the same lullaby, the name of Coca is changed to that of "papão negro" (black eater), the name of another bogeyman.

Vai-te Coca. Vai-te Coca Para cima do telhado Deixa o menino dormir Um soninho descansado

Leave Coca. Leave Coca Go to the top of the roof Let the child have A quiet sleep

The traditional Brazilian lullaby is as follows, with the Cuca as a female humanoid alligator:

Dorme neném Que a Cuca vem pegar Papai foi pra roça Mamãe foi trabalhar

Sleep little baby That Cuca comes to get you Daddy went to the farm Mommy went to work

Both Brazilians and Portuguese also have a bogeyman version, which sometimes acquires regional colors where the bogeyman (the shape-shifting Bicho Papão is a monster that is shaped by what the child fears most) is a small owl, murucututu, or other birds of prey that could be on the roof of homes at night (in Brazil) or a mysterious old man with a bag who is also waiting on the roof of the house (in Portugal).

Bicho papão Em cima do telhado Deixa o meu menino dormir Um soninho sossegado

Bogeyman Atop the roof Let my child have A quiet sleep

Verses and songs were used in pre-Roman Iberia to transmit history to the younger generations, as told by ancient authors. Sallust said the mothers sang the military feats of the fathers to incite the children to battle. He was later quoted by Servius, who emphasised that it was the role of the mothers to remember and teach the young men about the war feats of their fathers. Silius Italicus added more; he said that the young warriors sang songs in their native language while hitting their shields in the rhythm of the songs and that they were well versed in magic. Strabo, too, commented that history was recorded in verse.

During the Portuguese and Spanish colonization of Latin America, the legend of the Coco was spread to countries such as Mexico, Argentina and Chile.

There is no general description of the cucuy, as far as facial or body descriptions, but it is stated that this shapeshifting being is extremely horrible to look at. The coco is variously described as a shapeless figure , sometimes a hairy monster, that hides in closets or under beds and eats children that misbehave when they are told to go to bed.

Coca is also the name of a female dragon who featured in various medieval celebrations in the Iberian Peninsula. In Portugal one still survives in Monção; she fights in some sort of medieval tournament with Saint George during the Corpus Christi celebrations. She is called Santa Coca ("Saint Coca"), an allusion to the Irish saint, or Coca rabicha ("Tailed Coca"). If she defeats Saint George by scaring the horse, there will be a bad year for the crops and famine; if the horse and Saint George win by cutting off one of her ears with earring and her tongue, the crops will be fertile. Oddly enough, the people cheer for Saint Coca. In Galicia there are still two dragon cocas, one in Betanzos and the other in Redondela. The legend says that the dragon arrived from the sea and was devouring the young women until she was killed in combat by the young men of the city. In Monção, the legend says, she lives in the Minho; in Redondela she lives in the Ria of Vigo. The dragon shared the same name that was given in Portuguese and Spanish to the cog (a type of ship), and although used mainly for trade, it was also a war vessel common in medieval warfare and piracy raids on coastal villages.

The oldest reference to Coca is in the book Livro 3 de Doações de D. Afonso III from the year 1274, where it is referred to as a big fish that appears on the shore: "And if by chance any whale or sperm whale or mermaid or coca or dolphin or Musaranha or other large fish that resembles some of these die in Sesimbra or Silves or elsewhere[.]"

In Catalonia, the Cuca fera de Tortosa was first documented in 1457. It is a zoomorphic figure that looks like a tortoise with a horned spine, dragon claws and a dragon head. The legend says she had to dine every night on three cats and three children. This legend of the Coca can be compared to the one of Peluda or Tarasque.

In Brazil, the Coco appears as a humanoid female alligator called Cuca. She is dressed like a woman with ugly hair and a sack on her back. Cuca appears as the one of the main villains in children's books Sítio do Picapau Amarelo by Monteiro Lobato, but in the books she appears like a powerful witch that attacks innocent children. Artists illustrating these books depicted the Cuca as an anthropomorphic alligator. She is an allusion to Coca, a dragon from the folklore of Portugal and Galicia.

The sailors of Vasco da Gama called the fruit of the Polynesian palm tree "coco". The word "coconut" is derived from their name.

Traditionally in Portugal, however, the coco is represented by an iron pan with holes, to represent a face, with a light inside; or by a vegetable lantern carved from a pumpkin with two eyes and a mouth, which is left in dark places with a light inside to scare people. In the Beiras, heads carved on pumpkins, called coca, would be carried by the village boys, stuck on top of wooden stakes.

The same name [Coca] is given to the pumpkin perforated with the shape of a face, with a candle burning in the inside—this gives the idea of a skull on fire—that the boys on many lands of our Beira carry stuck on a stick.

An analogous custom was first mentioned by Diodorus Siculus (XIII.56.5;57.3), in which Iberian warriors, after the battle of Selinunte, in 469 BC, would hang the heads of the enemies on their spears. According to Rafael López Loureiro, this carving representation would be a milenar tradition from the Celtiberian region that spread all over the Iberian Peninsula.

The autumnal and childish custom of emptying pumpkins and carving on its bark, eyes, nose and mouth looking for a sombre expression, far from being a tradition imported by a recent Americanizing cultural mimicry, is a cultural trait in ancient Iberian Peninsula.

This representation would be related to the Celtic cult of the severed heads in the Iberian peninsula. According to João de Barros, the name of the "coconut" derived from coco and was given to the fruit by the sailors of Vasco da Gama, c.1498, because it reminded them of this mythical creature.

This bark from which the pome receives its vegetable nourishment, which is through its stem, has an acute way, which wants to resemble a nose placed between two round eyes, from where it throws the sprout, when it wants to be born; by reason of such figure, it was called by our [men] coco, name imposed by the women on anything they want to put fear to the children, this name thus remained, as no one knows another.

Rafael Bluteau (1712) observes that the coco and coca were thought to look like skulls, in Portugal:

Coco or Coca. We make use of these words to frighten children, because the inner shell of the Coco has on its outside surface three holes giving it the appearance of a skull.

In the first half of the 20th century the coca was an integral part of festivities like All Souls' Day and the ritual begging of Pão-por-Deus. The tradition of Pão-por-Deus, already mentioned in the 15th century, is a ritual begging for bread and cakes, done door to door by children, though in the past poor beggars would also take part. Its purpose is to share the bread or treats gathered door to door with the dead of the community, who were eagerly awaited and arrived at night in the shape of butterflies or little animals, during the traditional magusto. In Portugal, depending on the region, the Pão-por-Deus assumes different names: santoro or santorinho, dia dos bolinhos (cookies day), or fieis de deus. This same tradition extends to Galicia, where it is called migallo. It has a close resemblance with the traditions of souling or nowadays trick-or-treating. While the Pão-por-Deus or Santoro is the bread or offering given to the souls of the dead, the Molete or Samagaio is the bread or offering that is given when a child is born.

In this same city of Coimbra, where we find ourselves today, it is customary for groups of children to walk on the streets, on the 31st October and 1st and 2nd November, at nightfall, with a hollow pumpkin with holes that were cut out pretending to be eyes, nose and mouth, as if it was a skull, and with a stump of candle lit from within, to give it a more macabre look.

In Coimbra the begging mentions "Bolinhos, bolinhós" and the group brings an emptied pumpkin with two holes representing the eyes of a personage and a candle lit in the inside [...] another example of the use of the pumpkin or gourd as a human representation, is in the masks of the muffled young men during the desfolhada, the communal stripping of the maize, in Santo Tirso de Prazins (Guimarães), which after, they carry hoisted on a stick and with a candle in the inside, and leave them stuck on any deserted place to put fear to who is passing by.

To ensure that the souls found their way back home, the Botador de almas, whose mission was to lay souls (botar almas), would go every night through valleys and mountains and up on trees ringing a little bell, or carrying a lantern and singing a prayer to the souls. Every Portuguese village had one. Calling and singing to the souls is an ancient tradition done either by one person alone or in groups and it has many names: "lançar as almas", "encomendar as almas", "amentar as almas", "deitar as almas", "cantar às almas santas".

The serandeiros are disguised young men, covered with a blanket, a bed sheet or a hooded cloak. They carry a staff (a stick of quince or of honeyberry, about their own height) in one hand, and in the other they carry a small bundle of basil or apples that they make the girls that take part of the desfolhada smell, or with which they tickle people's cheeks; sometimes, to play a prank, they bring stinging nettles. When a girl recognizes the serandeiro or if she recognizes her boyfriend masked as a serandeiro, she throws him an apple brought from home. The serandeiros represent the spirits of the dead, the spirits of nature.

The heads would have protective and healing powers, protecting people and communities. They would also be cherished for their divinatory, prophetic and healing powers. The display places for the Iron Age severed heads were in the inside or outside of buildings with a preference for public places, with streets and people passing by and always preferring high places.

Our Ladies

In Portugal, rituals among the Catholic religious order of Our Lady of Cabeza, a Black Madonna, include the offering of heads of wax to the Lady, praying the Hail Mary while keeping a small statue of Our Lady on top of the head; the pilgrims pray with their own heads inside a hole in the wall of the chapel. The Chapel of Our Lady of the Heads (Nossa Senhora das Cabeças) situated 50 m (160 ft) northwest of the ruins of the Roman era temple of Our Lady of the Heads (Orjais, Covilhã) evidences a continuity in the use of a sacred space that changed from a pagan worship cult area to a Christian one and continued to be a place of worship for centuries after. According to Pedro Carvalho, the pre-Roman findings and the unusual location of the ruins inside an 8th-century BC hillfort suggest it was the place of a pre-Roman cult.

The Lady of the Head and Lady of the Heads are two of the many names given to Our Lady. Several of her names are thought to be of pre-Roman origin. Names like Senhora da Noite ("Lady of the Night"), Senhora da Luz ("Lady of the Light"), Señora de Carbayo ("Lady of the Oak Tree") are spread all over the peninsula. In Portugal alone 972 titles for Our Lady have been found in churches, altars and images, not including the names of villages and places. Spain has a similar proliferation of titles for Our Lady.

The common element to all these names is the title Lady. But the title Senhora (Portuguese) or Señora (Spanish) is of Latin origin, and derives from the Latin senior; thus there had to be another one of pre-Roman origin. In ancient times the titles that were used in Portugal by the ladies of the court were Meana (me Ana) or Miana (mi Ana) and Meona (me Ona); these words meant the same as miLady, that is, Ana and Ona were synonyms of Senhora and Dona. Ana is the name of the river Guadiana, thus pre-Roman in origin. Ana is also the name of a goddess of Irish mythology.

In the village of Ponte, parish of Mouçós, on a hill that overlooks the River Corgo, there is a chapel called Santo Cabeço which legend says was built by the mouros encantados. On the wall facing south there is a hole, where legend says the mouros used to put their head to hear the sound of the sea. The local people also have the custom of putting their head inside the hole: some to hear the whisper that is similar to the waves of the sea, others to heal headaches.

In Alcuéscar, Spain, a legend says that a princess exhibited a stall of skulls and human bones.

The Farricoco in the procession "Ecce Homo" on Maundy Thursday, in Braga, Portugal

In Portugal, coca is a name for a hooded cloak; it was also the name of the traditional hooded black wedding gown still in use at the beginning of the 20th century. In Portimão during the holy week celebrations, in the procissão dos Passos (Spanish: Procesión de los Pasos), a procession organized by the Catholic brotherhoods, the herald, a man dressed with a black hooded cloak that covered his face and had three holes for the eyes and mouth, led the procession and announced the death of Christ. This man was either named coca, farnicoco, (farricunco, farricoco from Latin far, farris and coco) or death. The name coca was given to the cloak and to the man who wore the cloak.

In 1498, the Portuguese King Manuel I gave permission to the Catholic brotherhood of the Misericórdia to collect the bones and remains from the gallows of those that had been condemned to death and put them in a grave every year on All Saints' Day. The brotherhood in a procession, known as Procissão dos Ossos, were followed by the farricocos, who carried the tombs and collected the bones.

In the travels of the Baron Rozmital, 1465-1467, a paragraph was written commenting on the traditional mourning clothes of the Portuguese of that time. The relatives of the deceased who accompanied his funeral would be clad in white and hooded like monks, but the paid mourners would be arrayed in black."[...] white was worn as the garb of mourning until the time of King Manuel, at the death of whose aunt, Philippa, black was adopted for the first time in Portugal as the symbol of sorrow for the dead".

Os cocos, giant representation of the coco and coca of Ribadeo. The tradition dates back to the 19th century.

In Ribadeo, two giant figures represent "el coco y la coca" that dance at the sound of drummers and Galician bagpipe players.

The 'land of the dead' is a mythic land which appears in traditions from various cultures around the ancient world.

Probably the oldest mention of a mythic land of the dead located in the Iberian Peninsula is in the Lebor Gabála Érenn.

The legends of Portugal and Spain speak of an enchanted land, the Mourama, the land where an enchanted people, the Mouros dwell under the earth in Portugal and Galicia. The lore of Galicia says that "In Galicia there are two overlapped people: a part lives on the surface of the land; they are the Galician people, and the other in the subsoil, the Mouros". Mourama is the otherworld, the world of the dead from where everything comes back.

The Mourama is ruled by an enchanted being who is called rei Mouro (king Mouro). His daughter is the princesa Moura (princess Moura), a shapeshifter who changes herself into a snake, also called bicha Moura, or can even be seen riding a dragon.

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fleurladari-a · 1 year ago

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" well this is quite a nice place for meetings. "

Lysandre hummed, gaze wandering down to look towards the canned coffees--honestly why did those even exist? He wasn't a fan to say the least. None of that judgement came across, however, as he turned to look back at Noctis. What a familiar face he had. He wouldn't comment on the matter though, instead he just nodded and turned to walk behind the counter.

" any preference with your hot chocolate? white, black, or normal? "

❝ Yeah. Friends are meeting me here. I'm just waiting for them. ❞

Short. Concise. Matter-of-fact. Give away as little as possible. If Lysandre Labs already knew their whereabouts getting off the train from Nimbasa, it was likely that Lysandre already suspected him. So Noctis didn't lie, but he didn't say anything more than he needed to in order to come across as relatively cordial.

He set down two canned black coffees ( Ignis's favorite brand ). ❝ ...Can I get a hot chocolate with these, please? ❞

#ic ;; porteur de beauté #verse ;; pre ;; voyage vers la préservation #madeimpact #pov the guy that kidnapped one of your friends is serving you hot coco

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rainsmediaradio · 1 year ago

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Mohbad & Davido - Once Debe Lyrics

Mohbad & Davido - Once Debe Lyrics Intro: Mohbad & Davido Obo Imole Mohbad Marlians Pre-Chorus: Mohbad She come for the body She no come for the doe doe My baby fresh and clean she be like e coco And I go stand by you I go be your iroko I ready to fight for you I go be your commando You dey make me mayenwuu askamayan baby oo Oh my baby fresh and clean she be like e coco Na you dey make me mayenwun askamayan baby My baby fresh and clean she be like e coco Chorus: Davido Ah yeah Show me reason Show me reason girl Na hustle I dey hustle I no be criminal Love is not enough I say my love is not enough Na hustle I dey hustle I no be criminal You no say once debe must always debe You no say once debe must always debe You no say once debe must always debe You no say once debe must always debe Verse: Mohbad This Kind love dey make man sleep with no symptoms Omo na this kind love dey make man high with no liquor If I tell you hi, hi, hi, never tell me bye, bye, bye If I tell you hi, hi, hi, yeah never tell me bye, bye, bye O le pemi lowuro kotun pemi logan jo Ife okan mi pogan Forget say I dey naijia you dey london Mehn I got you for life Oya shakara me one time Even if your love no go last for lifetime O de shakara mi baby o Anytime you need me ko pemi o Oya shakara mi one time Even if your love no go last for lifetime O de shakara mi baby o Anytime you need me ko pemi o Pre-Chorus: Mohbad She come for the body She no come for the doe doe My baby fresh and clean she be like e coco And I go stand by you I go be your iroko I ready to fight for you I go be your commando You dey make me mayenwuu askamayan baby oo Oh my baby fresh and clean she be like e coco Na you dey make me mayenwun askamayan baby My baby fresh and clean she be like e coco Chorus: Davido Ah yeah Show me reason Show me reason girl Na hustle I dey hustle I no be criminal Love is not enough I say my love is not enough Na hustle I dey hustle I no be criminal You no say once debe must always debe You no say once debe must always debe You no say once debe must always debe You no say once debe must always debe Read the full article

#Davido #Mohbad

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lloronala · 7 years ago

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❁ ❁ Another lazy afternoon in the newlywed’s house, & it had become much of a routine for her to wait & wait for him until he returned back from his performance. He had promised her that today shouldn’t have been one of those days in which he would have to make her wait for days, & that was more than enough to thrill her to bits. It was impossible to keep her heart steady, not when any moment he would open the door & welcome her with his way.

Something sparked in her to make her change their usual cycle, however, & once he did come & opened the door, she was nowhere seen in the house.

Instead, she stood right behind him outside, having to hide behind a nearby tree all this time until his arrival. A mischievous grin blossomed on her face, before taking steps behind to prepare to run.

“ ¡Oi! Poco Loco, ¡if you want me then you better catch me! ”

A tap against his back & she dashed away from him, knowing he would follow with this game without a fail.

@stolensongs

#stolensongs #; ❁ I give you my blessing || IC #;;verse: pre-coco;#;;ooc- hopefully this is ok!!! i just thought it would be cute to do this salkdghasdf

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deepdreamnights · 7 months ago

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Zone Defense (A Song About Continents)

Be "That Guy" at the party with a song that makes an incredibly niche argument for you!

I turned a list of the continental plates into a verse, even.

Lyrics and Prompt below the fold.

Prompt for Album Image: Twilight Sparkle's battle stage from street fighter 2, wide-angle shot, angled view, fisheye lens, animation background, up-angle view, two point perspective

Lyrics and Music Prompting:

[slow echoing start] [Catchy Hook] and the carribean too

[build] [long build] [arpeggio] [syncopated bass] [build] [drop]

[pre-verse] Oh yeah, yeah yeah, it is an eight planets and five dwarfs situation like how either fish don't exist or you are one

[build] [Catchy Hook] Zone. [drop]

[chorus] [Passionate Female Singer] The Continents are the tectonic plates the sole system that recapitulates once the data is scrapped and new measures are tapped if the results get changed then your method is flat Sev-er-al new small continents and sunken ones more than a few Yeah, Aotearoa's a contine-e-ent and the carribean is too!

[Catchy Hook] fish don't exist [funky breakdown] [drop]

[stern male scientist] [spoken word sample] "Wait." I hear you ask in a vague, sad fumbling at peer review. "What about Europe?" Henceforth, such arbitrary regions will be known as zones. We do not say zone enough.

[bridge] [sudden sample hit] eight planets, five dwarfs [break]

[hook] Zone.

[chorus] [Passionate Female Singer] The Continents are the tectonic plates the sole system that recapitulates once the data is scrapped and new measures are tappedthe if the results get changed then your method is flat

[bridge] [sudden sample hit] [break] Say It Zone. [tempo change] [solo]

[stern male scientist] [spoken word sample] I want you to imagine the economic boon. New editions of Trivial Persuit. A revitalized game show industry. Whole new fields of unexplored pedantry-based party smalltalk. Tourism. Imagine, how much better it would be, after a long, tiring oceanic flight, if the attendant cames over the speaker and said

[bell ring] [Passionate Female Singer] You're now entering the European Zone

[stern male scientist] [spoken word sample] Feels like the future, right?

[rapid Sprechgesang] North and South America plus the Carribean makes three. Panama, the Eurasian, Somali, Philippine Sea and the Agean's scattered bits Juan Fernandez, small and wet both words Easter also fits Indian, Arabian Antarctic, Easter, Scotia the Indo-Australian African, Juan de fuca so don't forget the cocos Those are the plates before ya and while the pacific's there we might call it Aotearoa

[chorus] [Passionate Female Singer] Sev-er-al new small continents and sunken ones more than a few Yeah, Aotearoa's a contine-e-ent and the carribean is too!

[bridge] Oh yeah, yeah yeah, it's an eight planets and five dwarfs situation

[stern male scientist] [spoken word sample] You're now entering the European Zone You're now entering the European You're now entering You're now You're now The Zone Feels Good Feels Right Say it Zone [big finish] [outro] [end]

Prompt for the Song: driving, spiraling techno-industrial music with hard rock influence. Operatic singing and sci-fi male narration samples.

Song composition is public domain, the lyrics, being human written, are not.

The Continents ARE the

This is the only categorization system that you could scrap the data from, make all new observations, and then reproduce again. You get a couple of small continents, a couple of underwater ones... It's a "8 planets and 5 dwarf planets" situation and a bonanza for the trivia game industry in one!

"But what about Europe!" I hear you shout in a vague attempt at peer review.

Henceforth, all arbitrary sociopolitical regions (like "Europe") will be designated as Zones.

We don't use the word zone enough. Think how much hearing "You are now entering the European Zone" come over the intercom after a long plane journey would greatly enhance the experience of international travel.

Go ahead, say it out loud. "Zone."

Feels good.

Feels right.

Zone.

#signed work #unreality #suno ai #ai music #ai assisted art #lyrics #meme song #parody music #techno #midjourney ai #midjourney #midjourney v6 #surrealism #surreal landscape

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skelemos · 4 years ago

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Quick verses tag dump !

❝ verse / young minds & sharp wit .

❝ verse / the afterlife & infinite possibilities .

❝ verse / modern .

#❝ verse / young minds & sharp wit .#❝ verse / the afterlife & infinite possibilities .#❝ verse / modern .#First verse is pre coco #Second is either during the movie or post movie #Third is rather obvious - it's a modern verse where they're alive

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thisisbutts · 4 years ago

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Muses and Rules

Muses

Coco Bandicoot - Crash Bandicoot remake Yaya Panda

Dixie and Tiny Kong

Ankha - Animal Crossing

Helluva boss Millie, Verosika, Loona.

Gravity Falls Mabel and Pacifica

BNHA Ochako, Tsuyu, Toga, Aiba

LoZ Zelda - BoTW, Princess Ruto- OoT, Midna - Twilight Princess, Saria - OoT, Romani and Cremia - Majora’s Mask

Pokemon May, Dawn, Hilda and Rosa, Mallow, Lillie and Lana, Chloe, Nemona, Penny, Kirlia, Vileplume, Houndoom, Wooloo, Mawile, Lopunny, Scorbunny, Plusle and Minun. Assorted random male mons.

MLP Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Twilight Sparkle, Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. Gleaming Shield, Sunset Shimmer. Assorted males.

Sonic Verse Amy, Vanilla and Cream, Rouge, Sally, Tikal.

League Verse Poppy, Tristana, Lulu and Vex.

Others Amanda O’Neill, Ty Lee, Violet Parr, Peni Parker, Miko Kobuta, Nagatoro, Rayla, Gadget Hackwrench.

Rules Specify muse in ask, there’s a lot of them. Also who your muse is. RPs will almost be mutuals only.

Not wanted Kinks Vore, scat, watersports, diaper. Toilet play or something along those lines. No giant or mini stuff either. No traps/femboys. No bimbo fixation. No Futa. No real people muses, icons or face claims.

Would prefer some asks with some descriptions. Will try to avoid replying to single lines responses.

Also as anon, you can give them a name/race or describe them a bit so I know a little more than just a blank face fucking my muses.

Make sure you add if there is some pre-existing relationship between muses or else the random people that aren’t canon are strangers.

I’d rather have rps, anon rps, and ask memes. Asks with ‘does x likes to do y’ or something like this, it bores me.

Also don’t reply to a post, if you want to get in touch, an ask is the best way or IM.

And please, don’t just ask “rp?”

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nayvwriter · 4 months ago

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more writing promoting! This time a probably-Hope-verse oneshot about Ross, Nora, Coco and Hope becoming friends pre-canon.

I say probably because I'm still not sure if it's entirely canon to Hope-verse. But there's friendship!

Summary:

Ross arrives at the Orphanage determined to make some new friends. How to do that? Sneak out to the woods, of course!

#nayv original #nexomon #nexomon extinction #Hope-verse #writing #ross nexomon #coco nexomon #nora nexomon #nayv writing

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crazedmusesx · 4 years ago

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MUSE LIST

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Alexander Barton (OC)

Maximilian Quinn (OC)

Kid Loki

Harry Potter

Tom Riddle

Ava Selwyn (OC)

Faustian Selwyn-Riddle (OC)

Hestia Selwyn-Riddle (OC)

Abraxas Malfoy II (OC)

Lost Boys

Edgar Frog

Alan Frog

David

Dwayne

Paul

Marko

Vikings

Floki

Ivar the boneless

Hvitserk

Angrboða Flokisdottir

Sons of Anarchy/ Mayans MC

Happy Lowman

Coco Cruz (pre season 3)

Norse Myths

All except Loki can fit into the MCU

Jörmungandr - mcu verse

Hati - Hp verse

Iðunn

Skaði

Týr

Loki

#Muse list #will add more muses in the future

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angelrider13 · 4 years ago

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lol. I was listening to the Hamilton soundtrack again, and found myself automatically imagining Thalassa singing some of said songs to Lotus Pier. And yeah, I know that - said songs might not really be her/Lotus Pier's things). But that got me wondering - what kind of 'modern media' /would/ HaiRong/Thalassa sing/introduce to Lotus Pier?

@hamelin-born

OKAY.

So I love this ask and idk why, but for whatever reason, you asking this made me really wanna sit down and think about it.

First of all, Thalassa will sing whatever the heck she wants regardless of whether the context fits her current environment. There is actually a language element that I added into this verse, so even once she’s learned MDZS-worlds language, there are still words she doesn’t have. Thalassa has the language for an ancient fantasy China - not a modern one. So she doesn’t have the words to translate more thematically modern media. She’s not letting that stop her though. She likes the challenge of figuring out how to translate between the languages while substituting elements to make it understandable for her current audience (some potential examples: bullets=arrows, car=carriage, etc.).

She wouldn’t make the effort for every song. There is, after all, joy in listening to another language sung even if the lyrics aren’t understood. That said, I feel like if someone were curious enough and asked politely, Thalassa would translate the meaning no problem.

She would also absolutely translate songs that are obviously, if not explicitly, about sex and take great pleasure in the faces people make while she sings them. (Thalassa knows that what is appropriate in polite society tend to vary by culture, but this new world gets flustered so easily but the mildest of things.)

There are some songs that pop out at me for Thalassa in this world. Like if she just so happens to be in Cloud Recesses (or near it because Thalassa probably wouldn’t enjoy being in a cult’s home that much and the Lan probably try to keep her out as politely as possible), she’d likely make a point to sing Speechless as often as possible. Maybe while JGS is around too.

As for modern media in general, Thalassa would treat it as a cultural exchange. Pre-Leviathan, the only story of Chinese origin that she had any familiar with was Mulan (not just the Disney version), which weirdly enough doesn’t exist in this world? But she figures ancient China + fantasy world = hasn’t/won’t happen. So that one is automatically added into her story cycle and she teaches all the kids the Disney songs even if she’s not telling the Disney version. (She cackles madly when all the kids within hearing distance burst into song whenever someone says ‘let’s get down to business’). But she also tells stories like Coco and Moana; things that are so very different to what their world is. Different ideas, new ideas. Places and peoples and languages that these people have never heard or thought of before.

Thalassa was also ethnically Greek in her first life, so of course, she introduces that mythology to this new world. But like, the wholesome Disney version for the kids. And the uncut, unedited version when she visits brothels and taverns. (”The King of the Gods had sex with what?”) She delights in how scandalized everyone is.

And of course any sea themed stories - little mermaid, song of the sea, etc. - would make an appearance.

#sweat tears or the sea au #a sea of lotus flowers verse #elri answers #ask #hamelin-born #if thalassa can make it work as an oral narrative #it becomes a story #regardless of the source material

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sigynthevictorious · 3 years ago

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Ship meme- Aradir and Vali and Aradir and Valka

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME! Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship! @valasansi

Under a read more because it's gonna be long 😅

Vali & Aradir (Modern AU)

General:

How long will they last? - Forever - but a lot of on and off again moments

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - It took a while but that just made it stronger

How was their first kiss? - Awkward and adorable

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Vali

Who is the best man/men? - Grairy

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Yiviria and Coco obviously

Who did the most planning? - Vali

Who stressed the most? - Vali

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Their bitch neighbour

Sex:

Who is on top? - Vali

Who is the one to instigate things? - Vali

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Depends what they're doing, overall about 15-25 minutes

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Yes but Aradir more so

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - None

How many children will they adopt? - 1-2 (if Aradir agrees)

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Vali

Who is the stricter parent? - Aradir

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Aradir

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Aradir

Who is the more loved parent? - Aradir

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Both

Who cried the most at graduation? - Vali

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Vali

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Aradir

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Vali

Who does the grocery shopping? - Aradir

How often do they bake desserts? - Aradir does it, if not every night, every other night

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Vali is vegetarian but Aradir makes up for that by buying himself fancy meats

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Vali tries to cook on special occasions

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Vali

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Vali

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Aradir

Who is really against chores? - Vali

Who cleans up after the pets? - Vali

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Vali

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Aradir

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Aradir

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Aradir

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Vali

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Vali goes all out and everything is covered in tinsel come December

What are their goals for the relationship? - Aradir wants a stable and loving life, Vali wants adventure

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Vali

Who plays the most pranks? - Vali

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Valka & Aradir (Modern AU because why not) tbh both verses are pretty similar

General:

How long will they last? - Forever and ever

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - very quickly

How was their first kiss? - Awkward, sweet and romantic

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Aradir

Who is the best man/men? - Grairy

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Yiviria

Who did the most planning? - Valka

Who stressed the most? - Aradir

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Anhyo 😅

Sex:

Who is on top? - Aradir pre-injuries, Valka after

Who is the one to instigate things? - Equally likely

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - 15-30 minutes depending on the situation, secret quickies are common in their early days

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Definitely

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 1-3

How many children will they adopt? - Neither consider adopting but Valka is open to it

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Valka

Who is the stricter parent? - Aradir

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Aradir

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Aradir

Who is the more loved parent? - Aradir

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Both

Who cried the most at graduation? - Aradir

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Valka

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Aradir

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Valka

Who does the grocery shopping? - Aradir

How often do they bake desserts? - At least 3-4 times a week

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Valka won't eat meat but that doesn't stop Aradir

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Valka tries and spends days going through his recipes to find something good but easy to make

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Valka

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Valka

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Valka

Who is really against chores? - Valka

Who cleans up after the pets? - Valka

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Valka

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Aradir

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Aradir

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Aradir

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Aradir

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - All the time. All the decorations, many of them handmade

What are their goals for the relationship? - To grow old together

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Aradir

Who plays the most pranks? - Valka

#valasansi #any questions just ask #vali and aradir #valka and aradir #ship meme #i love them

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breanime · 5 years ago

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Arms

More for my Miguel Galindo story! I need to find a common title to call this verse... Quick pre-note: This part occurs before Eyes, I italicized the Spanish, but there are a few parts were the characters are conversing in Spanish and I didn’t want to have you guys scroll to the bottom for translations, so I just italicized the whole section.

WARNING: mentions of cheating, my first time writing the MC boys, language

*gif not mine*

You were fucking freezing. In order to sneak back into the U.S, you had to hitch a ride in a frozen meat truck, and your jeans and jacket weren’t thick enough to keep you warm. The truck delivered you to the MC, and you let the guys fuss over you—more concerned mother than collective dangerous bikers—as they led you into the clubhouse.

“Adelita’s on her way with Galindo and his crew,” Bishop informed you as he held the door open for you, “We’ll meet with them and come to some kind of agreement on our next move.”

“Yeah, sure,” you hugged yourself, not even trying to keep your teeth from chattering, “Sounds good.”

“You want a drink, chiquita?” Angel asked, already heading to the bar with Coco and Gilly.

“We got that nasty prison wine you like,” Coco added, grinning.

“I can’t help that I have taste,” you laughed back, “but nah, I’m good.”

“How about a coffee?” EZ asked, coming over to you with a soft smile. “I can get you a hot chocolate if you’d like.”

“Coffee would be great,” you replied, “thanks, Prospect.”

“No problem… here.” EZ took off his hoodie and offered it to you, shrugging his kutte back on with his free hand. “You look cold,” he explained.

You smiled. EZ was a sweet guy. “Thanks,” you put it on, laughing when you both saw how big it was on you, “’Preciate it.”

“Don’t mention it,” he led you to the bar, going behind it to make you some coffee, “So… A meat truck?”

You shrugged, smirking. “Adelita gets a private tour through the tunnels with Miguel, and I get to crouch down between dead cows. But that’s what it means to be Number Two.”

“Eh, you’re not missing much with Galindo,” EZ said, leaning against the bar, “He’s a prick.”

You bit your lip; you liked EZ, but you didn’t want to get into the whole Miguel Galindo thing with him. You knew the two of them had bad blood between them, and the MC wasn’t that fond of him in general, and even Adelita only worked with him because he was the lesser of two evils, but you… You kind of liked him. He wasn’t at all what you imagined he’d be like: he was poised, smart, witty and exhaustingly attractive. A part of you thought maybe Adelita thought so too, but you saw the way she was with Angel, so you knew she’d never actually go for Miguel. And neither would you—he was El Diablo, after all. You would just lust after him in secret like any self-respecting rebel would do. “Yeah,” you said, zipping EZ’s hoodie up, “he is…but he’s kind of… interesting, too…”

EZ raised an eyebrow, and you regretted giving Miguel a compliment to the one guy with a photographic memory. “Interesting?” He repeated. “You think Miguel Galindo, the cartel boss, is interesting?”

“She thinks he’s got an interesting cock,” Coco butt in, coming to sit beside you. He grinned at your glare. “What? You think we don’t notice the way you look at him, chiquita?” He tapped the bar twice, and EZ supplied him with a beer.

“Yeah,” Angel added, standing next to Coco and taking the beer EZ was drinking out of his hands, taking a sip as he spoke, “Every time you see him, your pants catch on fire.”

Your eyes narrowed. Your friends were more perceptive than you thought. “At least I don’t trip all over myself when I talk to him like you with Adelita.”

“What? I don’t do that—”

“You do, man,” EZ chuckled.

“It’s cute!” Coco added.

“Anyway,” Angel turned back to you, “Galindo’s married…” He glanced over at EZ quickly before looking back at you. “So if you hook up, you’re gonna have to do it on the other side where his wife won’t find out.”

“Or, you know, not at all…” EZ muttered.

“Why?” You bat your eyelashes at him. “Are you jealous, Ezekiel?”

“Oh, he’s jealous, just not of you, chiquita,” Angel smirked against his beer bottle.

“Don’t you two have something to do?” EZ asked Angel and Coco. “A secret to keep or rumors to spread?”

“What are we, the chicks from Mean Girls?” Angel asked back.

“Nah, we do have some shit we should handle before the meeting,” Coco said, standing up and pushing away from the bar, “Let’s give the two lovebirds some alone time.” He winked at you before walking away, a laughing Angel at his side.

“Fuckin’ idiots,” EZ muttered with a smile, turning to pour your coffee, “You take it black or with sugar?”

“I take it any way I can,” you grinned, laughing when EZ rolled his eyes.

He made your coffee, handing it over to you, shaking his head. “I know you speak Spanish and English, but is flirty your native language?”

“I got a talented tongue, Prospect,” you purred.

EZ said something back, but you didn’t hear him because the door behind you opened and the air changed, and you knew…

…Miguel was there.

You didn’t turn to look, but your hunch was confirmed by the frown on EZ’s face.

“Your boyfriend’s here,” he muttered.

You sipped your coffee, flipping EZ off as you did. You could hear the sounds of hands on hands and the slapping of backs as the men greeted each other. Adelita was with them, and you saw Angel practically run to her from the corner of your eye. Because Miguel never went anywhere alone, you heard Alvarez speaking to Bishop (“good to see you, primo”) as Nestor and Taza shook up.

“He’s looking at you,” EZ said as he pretended to wipe the counter, “I don’t think he likes us talking.” He smirked, that classic Reyes smirk. “Oh, he definitely doesn’t like us talking.”

“He could give a shit,” you said, rolling your eyes. But your heart was starting to speed up a bit. You hopped down from your seat. “Come on, Prospect. We have to say hello.” You waited for EZ to come around the bar so you could walk with him.

You went to Adelita first, and she—in an unusually open show of affection—hugged you. She was frowning when she pulled back, and she put her hands on the side of your face. “You’re chilled to the bone, lobatita.”

You shrugged. “I came via meat truck.”

“You’re shivering,” Adelita noted, speaking in English and frowning over at Angel.

“It was the only way to get her here undetected, Adelita,” Angel explained sheepishly, even though the method of your transportation hadn’t even been his idea at all.

“In a meat truck?” Miguel asked, eyebrow raised and voice unimpressed. “That was the best you could do?”

“Well next time, maybe you can handle the minor details,” Bishop shot back.

“Why don’t we have a drink,” Alvarez interjected smoothly, putting his arm around Bishop and already leading him away, “then we can discuss business, eh?”

“We need to get you warm,” Adelita said, dropping her hands to your arms and rubbing them.

“I’m good, Adelita,” you smiled, “The Prospect is taking care of me.”

“Supplying her with caffeine and dirty clothes,” EZ reported with a grin.

Miguel eyed your outfit, and you saw his eyes narrow. Maybe EZ had been right when he said Miguel didn’t like the two of you talking. You turned to EZ, deciding to test his theory. “My hero,” you bat your eyelashes again, and you could see Miguel cross his arms over his chest, “Hey, EZ, can I hang in your trailer while I wait for Adelita to be done?”

“Yeah, no problem,” EZ grinned, dropping his arm around your shoulder, “Chucky will come get us when it’s time.”

You let EZ lead you out of the clubhouse, but you glanced back to see if Miguel was maybe looking…

…and he was. His arms were still crossed, the fancy material of his shirt straining against his muscles and a frown on his face. His dark eyebrows were furrowed, and he was glaring at you.

The meeting ended up taking much longer than you’d thought, and EZ left the trailer to do some chores before being scooped up by Felipe and disappearing into the night. EZ had told you to make yourself at home, so you took a nap on his couch-bed, snuggled in his hoodie, still cold from your ride. You figured EZ wouldn’t be back for a while, and you didn’t know how/when/if you’d be going back to Mexico, so you wanted to catch up on some sleep. You were still in that hazy state between consciousness and unconsciousness when you felt hands on your arms.

“Wake up, princesa.” You blinked yourself awake, eyes widening when you saw Miguel leaning over you, his hands running up and down your arm.

“Miguel…” You said, voice low as you sat up. It was very rare for you to be speechless, but you were. His eyes were boring into yours, and there was an intensity in his gaze that you hadn’t seen before. “…What are you doing here?”

“I came to get you,” he said simply, looking down at his hand on your arm, “and to see what you were doing with the Prospect.” He looked back up at you, and his grip on your arm tightened a bit. “Aiming kind of low there, don’t you think?”

“What?”

“With the Prospect. EZ.” His hand moved from your arm to the zipper of the hoodie under your chin. “You’re too good for him.”

“How do you know that?” You asked, staring at Miguel as he stared at his hand on the zipper. “That I’m too good for him?”

Miguel looked up at you, a small smirk on his face. “I’m good at reading people.” He unzipped the hoodie, and your heart was pounding so hard, you thought it might beat out of your chest. “Most people,” he amended, his hand moving slowly as he tugged the zipper down, “You’re not so easy to read…” He paused, having successfully unzipped EZ’s hoodie, and looked up at you. “Did they really have you in a meat truck?”

You nodded. “It was fucking freezing.”

“Yeah, I bet.” His hands went to your shoulders, and he slid the hoodie off of you, letting it fall to the floor. “That’s the last time that’s happening,” he promised, “I thought it would be smart to have you and Adelita travel separately, in case anything happened, but…” He shook his head. “I’m making the arrangements for you from now on.”

“You or Nestor?” You teased.

Miguel chuckled. “Me, princesa.” He raised his chin. “So you can tell the Prospect to take his shit back.”

You bit back a smile. “But I’m so cold,” you whined, putting your arms over your chest.

“I got something for that,” Miguel said. He pulled you to him and wrapped his arms around you, making you melt against him instantly. Miguel was warm and solid; he smelled like expensive cologne with hints of exotic spices and sandalwood, and you dropped your head on his shoulder.

You closed your eyes, trying to commit this moment to your memory because you were certain it would never happen again. “This… Is much better than the meat truck.”

Miguel laughed, pulling back. He laughed again when he saw your frown. “I’ll escort you back to the other side myself,” he promised, and you knew he meant it, “I’ve been meaning to have some… one on one time with you…” He shrugged off his jacket, and you licked your lips.

“You want one on one time with me?” You asked. “Why?”

Miguel looked at you, his dark eyes traveling down your body and back to your face, making your heart skip a beat from the heat of his gaze. Carefully, he draped his jacket over your shoulders, engulfing you in his scent. He put a hand under your chin, and you leaned into his grasp. “Cariño,” he said, his voice low and deep and intoxicating, “I think you know why.”

“You’re married,” you whispered back.

“I am.”

“You’re the Devil.”

He smirked. “Depends on who you ask…”

You leaned in closer, and so did he. It would only take a small nudge to move you from your position and back into Miguel’s arms, and you wanted back in his arms—bad. “What exactly is it that you want from me, Miguel?” You asked, trying to think smart about this, even though you wanted nothing more than to crawl onto his lap and defile EZ’s trailer with him.

He laughed, shaking his head as he did so. “I don’t even know,” he said honestly, “I just know that I find my mind wandering back to you more often than not, and that I can’t keep my eyes off of you when we’re in the same room… And I think it’s the same for you, too, isn’t it?”

You swallowed. “It’s… similar.”

Miguel smirked at you, and you had to remind yourself that he was the Devil, and everyone knew the Devil was beautiful. You couldn’t let yourself fall for that face. “So, what should we do about our… similar feelings here?”

“I—”

A knock on the door had you both separating quickly, Miguel jumping to his feet, and you ripping his jacket off and sitting back.

“Y/N? Mr. Miguel Galindo of the Galindo cartel?” Chucky called from the other side of the door. “Adelita is looking for you both.”

“Coming!” You shouted back, handing Miguel his jacket and picking EZ’s hoodie up from the floor. You moved to walk past Miguel, but he put a hand on your arm and stopped you.

“Keep it,” he said, referring to his jacket. He took EZ’s hoodie and dropped it back on the floor, handing you his jacket. Then he leaned down, his mouth almost on your ear. “We’ll continue our conversation later.”

You nodded, once again unable to speak—a frustrating symptom of Miguel’s closeness. He watched you put his jacket on, his eyes taking you in, lingering on your arms in his sleeves. He put a hand on the small of your back and steered you out of the trailer, opening the door for you and rolling his eyes at the sight of a smiling Chucky.

You couldn’t help but stare at Miguel’s arm on the door as you walked out…

…wondering what it would feel like to have those arms wrapped around you with no jacket or hoodie or single piece of clothing in the way…

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So my intention is to post some of my oneshots for this verse, and if you guys like it, then I’ll write some connected fics and put in a little more detail. Just let me know what you think, cause I have a lot of ideas for this pairing! Also, if there’s a specific scenario between them that you’d like to see, just let me know, maybe I can fit it in somwhere.

Translations: chiquita- little girl/little lady/shorty El Diablo-The Devil lobatita- little (she) wolf

I’m still working on updating my taglist, but here’s what we got now:

Current/Old EverythingTaglist: @lexxierave @loveintheroyalfamily @fanfictionrecommendations-com @maxslime-blog @songforhema @lucielandss @themadhatter92 @the-blind-assassin-12 @christinawxxx @anabella-baby @blackcoffeeandgreenteaforme @luminex3 @littlemermaidprobz @ashkuuuu @luckysstrikes @carlaangel86 @floralpeaceofmind @dylanobrusso @iaintnofurry @ymariejp @its-my-little-dumpster-fire @mrsjaxtellerfan @holamor @drinix @rhabakoli @stories-you-wont-hear @king4thesirens @leahnicole1219 @evanlys19 @binbons-is-theloml

New/ Working Everything Taglist: @jigsawlover10 @gollyderek @charlylama @realduckvader @teacuplotus @whovianayesha

Nick Amaro/Miguel Galindo Taglist: @glimmerglittergirl @cococruz-mayansmc

#miguel galindo x reader #miguel galindo imagine #danny pino #mayans mc #mayans

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