#(( ft. Natalia! ))

[friendsdontlieokay]

30 Days favourite character challenge

Day 1: Sunglasses

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[transflynnscifo]

THE RAYS IS RELEASING ALT COLORS FOR COSTUMES AND IM HYPER ZOOMING IN ON ALT COLORS FOR TRUE KNIGHT YURI.... HELLOOOOOOO

(gets dragged away by the hat man)

[jawbrkrs]

      life  had  thrown  sergio  a  curveball,  and  in  true  fashion,  it  hit  him  in  the  face.  after  serving  what  felt  like  a  prolonged  year,  he  was  finally  out.  he  vowed  not  to  do  it  again,  well  get  caught  dealing  again.  from  the  first  day  his  foot  touched  the  pavement  he  spent  his  days,  rebuilding  his  clientele,  and  nights  striking  deals  with  the  right  clubs  owners  to  create  the  perfect  play.  though  it  had  only  been  week;  through  it  all  there  was  one  face,  he  had  yet  to  see  or  hear  from.  he  had  imagined  numerous  times,  her  waiting  on  the  other  side  of  the  gate,  when  his  release  date  came  and  sure  enough..  she  wasn’t  there.  he  thought  about  stopping  by  her  place,  but  in  the  whirlwind  of  getting  business  back  up  and  running,  he  couldn’t  quite  find  the  time.  but  as  luck  would  have  it,  time  was  on  his  side  tonight.  speaking  usual  business  jargon,  at  the  bar,  he  heard  a  voice  slightly  over  the  music  yet  it  pierced  him.  he  knew  that  voice.  he  couldn’t  forget  it.  “  natalia?  ”      / closed for @wxrst

[hellonexrth]

001. dorian & natalia @hntershunted

So, he couldn't stay away. Did that make him more or less human? Perhaps less, as the pull of the Vasquez sisters was anything but human in nature. He felt them near like a call. And who was he to ignore such a pretty sound? He'd always liked the pair, had never truly meant to form a contract with them—formal contracts weren't really his deal. But they had been so desperate, and he'd simply taken advantage of the situation before him. Besides, wasn't it an act of care from his side, to be so willing to help to the two? Their grief and pain palpable, he'd just given them a line to sign.

After some time away, he'd finally step foot back on the material, drawn to an especially large spike of chaos in the city he could call another home. His arrival, while impulsive, was not without a modicum of setup. A few of his lackeys—some would call them friends—arrived first to settle. They found him a lovely and luxurious place in the Bayou, near a coffee shop he couldn't wait to step inside.

And when he finally did, he was more pleased to see her face than he thought possible. Would she recognize him? How could she not? For even though he was ancient, his face hadn't changed. The sick smile that graced his lips—seared into the minds of his victims—was as eternal as the man himself. So, as he stepped up to the counter with smile the very same, he ran a hand through his hair and looked at her callous and cold reaching out to identify how she was feeling.

"What do you recommend, Tal?" he cocked a brow at her, glancing between her eyes and the menu behind her. "It's been so long since I've been here, I just simply cannot remember what's good anymore."

[littledecth]

BEE VOLTA A SUPERFÍCIE DEPOIS DE NADAR ATÉ A OUTRA - cabelo molhado pelo qual ela passa a mão, jogando para trás as madeixas , e depois correndo a palma pelo rosto antes de chegar a borda da piscina. pega no seu coquetel com a destra, cuidadosa em não deixar que seus dedos escorregadios deixem a taça escapar, e toma um gole generoso, olhando para natalia com olhos que se abrem mais a cada novo engolir, como se não pudesse acreditar no sabor.

 ❛ deuses, ❜ a filha de fobos diz, depois de soltar a bebida, devolvendo ao chão perto de seus corpos.  ❛ o que acha que elas colocam nisso ? ❜ riu com diversão no timbre, depois abriu um sorriso doce , buscando a mão da outra na água.  ❛ fico feliz por estarmos aqui juntas. ❜ declarou, em voz baixa, derramando toda a sinceridade do mundo naquelas curtas palavras.  ❛ quer dizer, ❜ assumiu novamente o tom zombeteiro, voltando-se ao copo e correndo a ponta dos dedos em sua boca.  ❛ não é o meu chalé, nem de madrugada, e isso não é vodka russa, mas .. ❜ mais uma risada, e apertou sua palma na dela com segurança antes de a deixar ir.  ❛ é mais que o suficiente. ❜

então, ela apoiou os braços cruzados na borda, e com ternura nos olhos, fitou a amiga. beatrice não tinha tido aquilo antes do acampamento - companhias queridas, e pessoas preciosas. não, uma criança singular demais para o mundo , sua vida havia sido vazia e solitária. porém, era graças a pessoas como a filha de hécate que aquilo mudou . hoje, não se sentia sozinha, pois tinha finalmente - uma família.  ❛ como você 'tá ? ❜ perguntou, suave e honesta.

@magicwithaxes

[lvialviaquezfan]

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[logiyande]

who: @nataliavega

where: thanksgiving, early on in the evening

"and mom, dad, this is my friend nat." logan had been making the rounds with her parents, and anissa couldn't help but notice how few of the students she'd been introduced to. the optimistic part of herself hoped that maybe logan was embarrassed of them, didn't want to tarnish her image, but she'd been logan's mother for twenty years. it would never stop making her heart hurt to think about her child being lonely.

"friend?" so it was no wonder she latched on to the operative word in that sentence, voice maybe too excited. "i mean, nat. so nice to meet you, sweetheart." she reached out to hug her, almost wanting to jump up and down. friend! logan had a friend! "how'd you two meet?"

[mustdies]

THE WAKE, 1PM. GETTING SLIZZERED INSTEAD OF CONFRONTING GRIEF IN THE GUEST BATH WITH @natcliachen

death is mans only cure. dante had heard that before, new that when it came for him⸺in whatever shade⸺he would not recognize it. this overwhelm, this tremendously stupid grief: he does not recognize. the many hallmarks of this gruesome thing were ill-distinguished. the reaper had come suddenly, and dante hoped very desperately that the motherfucker would knock next time. he's propped up on the bathroom vanity trying to respark a runt when there was a knock at the door. something grim plays across features, maybe he shouldn't be so literal with his wishes. still, half-faded, blunt hung limp at the corner of his mouth, he manages a poor excuse: " occupied. "

[77ngiez-archive]

who want to her my pafl oc lore

[cannib4l-a]

@dogtccth asked: ❝ well, well. aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? ❞   ( gator + natalia )

" heya gator. " natalia smiled, waving cutely at him before she went back to searching the rack for clothing. she had just gotten paid a generous amount and she needed a new wardrobe. " what are you doing around these parts ? " specifically, the women's section of the department store. she paused for a moment, a little sinister smile hinting in her normal smile. " you weren't following me, right gator ? "

[atrickrtreat]

@ghostsxagain asked: 🥞 to bring muse breakfast in bed - charlie to natalia

Nat had slept in, for once, and stirred the moment she smelled coffee entering the room. "Mmm, sweet nectar of life," she mumbled sleepily and struggled to sit up properly in bed. "What do I owe this to?"

[leakywright]

dudes & donuts @nataliavega

[demidevildiva]

Location: Dante's place Closed Starter: @tcintedsvcrets

"Never have I ever..." Dante started, making his way back to the couch where they played, "Went skinny dipping."

[thecryptidcottage]

↳ continued from here. ( @urbnlgnds )

❝ i can see you've really spread out, ❞ mars quips at her mention of taking up the entire space, nodding toward the rather small cafe table and then to its close ( crowded is the word he would use, actually ) counterparts, all otherwise occupied. his tone is teasing, though, lighthearted ; it's rare of mars to poke fun at a stranger, but the fact she's even offered him a seat is enough to put him mildly at ease and, besides, it's all in good fun. ❝ it's almost greedy, really. there's, what ? nearly a quarter square meter in unoccupied space you've been hoarding, clearly. ❞ he pauses then, fingers tapping lightly, anxiously, against the bag of coffee beans in his lap as he considers his next move. lips twitch upward in a smile even as his head tilts down, almost sheepish. ❝ i guess that just makes me lucky. ❞ the tapping continues and so does mars, speaking again before the lull after whatever that was ― flirting ? he's no good at that ― can turn into anything awkward. ❝ it is busy, though. it seems i picked the worst time to come in. to tell you the truth, i'm not even sure why i ordered a drink. it's no fault of the baristas, but i imagine i'll be here quite some time even just waiting. ❞ not that he's necessarily regretting his decision anymore. the answer she offers to his question is unexpected ; mars finds himself blinking in surprise, and he tries not to look taken aback. he doesn't want to offend her, after all, and it's not that he doesn't expect her to be reading a book of such depth. it's nothing like that at all. rather, it's just... ❝ dark. that is remarkably dark, ❞ mars can't help but laugh, shaking his head. ❝ i mean, i've read it too, of course, but surely not more than once, and only then ― as you said ― because i was instructed to in school. not that it wasn't good ! it's hardly a stupid thing to enjoy. ❞ mars is quick to clarify, unaware of the way he leans in a bit as he does, unintentionally emphatic in his haste to be agreeable. ❝ are you a student ? law, or ― or psychology, perhaps ? ❞ another pause, brief, and mars twists his hands around the bag as he leans back in his seat again. ( not rocking. it may be crowded, but you're fine. you're having a conversation ― an excellent one, actually ― and you're fine. sit still. ) ❝ i'm sorry, i'm being incredibly nosy for a stranger, i should, um ― i'm mars. mars moreau. hi.❞

[torntruth]

CAROL DANVERS, FOR ALL HER USUAL SPUNK, IS JUST STANDING IN THE DOORWAY : something is on her mind and she's just contemplating whether or not nat is in the mood for sharing. blue eyes peer upwards. after staring at the floor for what feels like a whole damn century.

" — it really makes me feel ... evil, kind of. when i wonder why i keep doing it. especially after they were so quick to kick me out of the air force for being part kree. after everything. "

carol danvers perm starter call , @ofcatnaps , ft. a comic storyline.

[soldefied]

status: closed for @lcvelymxnifest​ | shepard and natalia location: the deli after closing

          if someone had told natalia two years ago that she would be free and safe, she wouldn’t have believed them. but there she was, sitting in one of the deli booths, watching while shepard cleared everything away for the night. she had been so thankful to him, for sticking by her through all the mess she had brought into his life, but he did. and she loved him more and more every day. “have i ever mentioned how adorable you look back there, with your apron and everything,” she said, giggling a bit as she got off her seat and walked towards the display case.