#Despacito verse

[likikoarireturns]

Can anyone help me find that one post that's like "each spiderpersons memes should be pretty similair to our but like. A bit to the left. Like instead of miles saying "this is so sad alexa play despacito" it would be "this is so sad siri play allstar" and gwen just whips around like "what no it's hey google play wreckingball" and peter is just not questioning it cause he barely knows any memes in the first place

[kusatta]

" how is it you get into these situations so often, ahmya ?" / @sozokami.

[amber-lucca44]

Couldn't sleep and was bored, and kinda hate Drake so um

Drake's biggest fuckups I've caught on this beef

He loves trying to diss Kendrick for his height. Yk like a toddler would.

He tries to say Kendrick's Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers was a bad album. If we're talking critical reviews, it had a Metacritic rating of 85/100, compared to Drake's highest ever rating of 79/100 for Nothing Was The Same. In fact, Kendrick's lowest Metacritic score so far has been 80/100 for Section.80, again over Drake's highest.

...and if we're talking sales or streams, well first, no one ever challenged Drake's sales compared to Kendrick. I think we all know Drake is pretty much unmatched when it comes to that. Second, if sales were a factor to determine quality of music, then holy shit "Despacito" must be an all time magnum opus like nothing anyone ever heard before lol.

Trying to call Kendrick a sellout for doing songs with Maroon 5 and Taylor Swift? Drake calling someone else a sellout? 🤡🤡🤡

The line where he said Kendrick isn't on the big three because SZA, Travis Scott and 21 Savage "got him wiped down". Okay, first, I'm pretty sure this guy thinks big three means just "the three best selling" and uhhh no not quite. And second, and most obvious, SZA? SZA isn't even a rapper, why are you trying to bring her into this? 🙄

The AI to imitate 2Pac's and Snoop's voices. A few points here. First of all, the fucking disrespect to 2Pac, what the fuck. Glad Pac's family threatened him to remove it. Second, Snoop Dogg is alive. You just used his AI voice cause you know damn well he wouldn't be caught dead doing a verse on a Kendrick diss for you. And as a third point, it's just funny you felt like you had to use AI to make a diss track. Ghostwriters weren't enough for this one ig lol.

"Taylor Made Freestyle" was all just him begging on his hands and knees for Kendrick to reply something and give him some attention. Drake took almost a month replying to Kendrick's verse on "Like That". And he's begging for a response to "Push Ups" like a week after it was leaked (and the same day it was even officially released in the first place)

He tried to say the things Kendrick would diss him with. He was mostly right but oh boy did Kendrick do so much more.

Is he a Swiftie too? Cause he wouldn't let her go for "Taylor Made". In his mind, he swears Kendrick wasn't dropping a diss cause he didn't want to interrupt Taylor Swift's album's success, which is just a funny and dumb conclusion to make.

Spends the end of that track just talking, trying to praise Taylor for "managing Kendrick's schedule". 🤡

Drake beginning "Family Matters" with an n word and then going "yeah I said it I know that you mad" really came off sounding like when 12 year olds play online and say the word to seem tough. 😂

"Always rapping like you trying to get the slaves freed". Dang so making songs that actually have substance and meaning means you wanna free slaves, okay.

About these next lines...

Kendrick said he hated the girls you fuck referring to your dumbass being a pedo and hated you trying to hook up with underage girls. Not at any point did he say anything about their color tf.

"I've been with black and white and everything that's in between" okay so all underage girls okay got it. Again that was never the point. 😐

"You the black messiah wifin' up a mixed queen" Drake seriously missed the whole entire fucking point. Kendrick never said he didn't like you for hooking up with white women, what the fuck. And again the messiah thing is just funny.

He mentioned Whitney on "Push Ups", and some gave him the benefit of the doubt thinking he might have just done some wordplay about Whitney Houston being called the same as Kendrick's wife, wasn't clear enough. But these lyrics here are what made it abundantly clear he did want to try to mess with his family. I'm sorry but at this point that's not a rap beef, you intentionally tried to make it personal. Maybe you knew you never had a chance so you thought going there would make it possible to win? As if you didn't have a horrible fucking record already.

"Why you never hold your son and tell him 'say cheese'?" Maybe he doesn't want to expose him too much to the public while he raises him, decent human beings would understand that.

"We could've left the kids out of this, don't blame me" Kendrick said you don't know shit about raising a child based on information that was already abundantly public (see "The Story Of Addidon") and also based on the fact that you, despite having that child, love playing tough on IG and dropping disses using AI begging Kendrick to reply. Trying to get Kendrick's children involved is totally on you, buddy. Kendrick wasn't the one dealing with being exposed with having a child no one knew about and you wouldn't acknowledge.

He loves baselessly claiming that one of Kendrick's children isn't his. Again, baselessly, so literally just gossip lol.

And speaking of baseless stuff, he's really keeps running on his claim that Kendrick has beaten his wife. THERE IS NO EVIDENCE OF THIS. Like at all. In his mind, he probably thinks that since his easily provable bullshit was exposed, he'll try to invent some bs on Kendrick too to make it seem like they're both horrible people. The only piece of shit we know of in this beef is you, Drake.

Not at Kendrick but in a diss aimed at The Weeknd, Drake had to pull out his homophobic card. Disgusting. Fuck, it's so easy to dislike this guy. 🙄

Saying that Kendrick's music only "hitting hard" when Baby Keem writes on it. Is it cause he has writing credits on "N95"? He does ad libs on the song so I'm pretty sure that's why he's listed. Are the ad libs that fire? Lol

"Kendrick just opened his mouth, somebody go hand him a Grammy right now" awww he jealous bout Kendrick's Grammy's lol 🥺

He brought up Kendrick's transgender uncle, and was transphobic to try to diss Kendrick. Just plain ignorant and disgusting as hell. But of course he did. 😑🙄

Tried to blame Kendrick for 2Pac's family threatening legal action for his "Taylor Made Freestyle". Bro what you did was plain disrespectful and it was just bound to happen.

Did he really try to brag about the video leaked of him masturbating? 🤡🤡🤡

And this nonsense right here, was it cause he visited Ghana or something? He's trying to pin Kendrick as a racist? Huh?

...and follows this up with an ignorant, racist, weird ass comment dissing Michael Jackson too for no reason whatsoever. 🤡

Talking to the mirror here lol

Naming his diss track "The Heart part 6" was almost clever. Except for the fact that yk the song is fucking trash.

The first line on this song calls Kendrick "the Pulitzer Prize winner". Yeah pointing out an accolade as amazing as that one at the beginning of a diss towards him will definitely do it. 😀

Having a comment by Dave Free as the cover for the single. Is this his evidence for a kid being his? 😂

Saying you "plotted to give Kendrick information" doesn't even help you much when it's all easily believable based on your background lol.

Denying the child Kendrick is exposing him to have, again, doesn't help your case at all after Adonis.

Goes back to saying Kendrick beat his wife and one of his children is not his, again with no evidence or hint whatsoever, only to go and say he's all about "facts". 🤡

Okay so, be careful everyone, don't leave heart emojis to any child or baby post ever, cause Drake is going to think you're the father.

Why is he even bringing up Kendrick's confessions on "Mother I Sober"? How is bringing up a traumatic potential sexual abuse incident a good way to dodge your own sexual abuse allegations? And that's not even exactly what Kendrick said on the fucking song! It's just disgusting.

And then tries to ridicule Kendrick for being a victim of this. What the fuck is wrong with this mf.

Okay and this one is just cringe. He tried to spin Kendrick's jab on "Not Like Us". B sharp isn't even a thing btw. 😂😂🤡

"I'd never look twice at no teenager" there is literally video of you kissing a teenager on stage, for starters. So you just look at them once before you creep on them how does that work

"Only fucking with Whitney" ah yes the old "I'll fuck your bitch" trope very clever and original Drake

Drake believing some bullshit he saw around about Kendrick using bots to boost his view count is just hilarious. He really thinks Kenny sat down and took some time to actually do that. 😂😂

He thinks people will cancel Kendrick over his baseless battery accusations. 🤡

He ends it with another minute rant like the one he did on "Taylor Made", and starts by saying the beef was "some good exercise". Ngl it is the first time I hear Drake rap at all in a while. So yeah gotta thank Kendrick for getting Drake to actually TRY to do some good music at all. (It's not even good but yk better than whatever trash he was doing before the beef)

"Just let me know when we getting to the facts, everything in my shit is facts" *doubles down on baseless claims of battery and one of Kendrick's children not being his*

[britt-kageryuu]

Karaoke Night #2: A edited vod. A line in the description mentions new aged up models. Aged up as in they look less like freshman in high school, and more freshman in college/university, for Mandrin, BlueNeon, and Dee. Red Angel is perfect the way he is.

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Leo is dramatically performing 'Could Have Been Me' by The Struts.

He's dancing with a mic stand as well. Lots of hip swaying, and tail wagging.

He's also showing off a the newer version of his model. Taller, broader, a bit more muscular, more markings on his limbs, and a bit more mature looking. While dressed in Jean shorts, knee high boots, his mask with long tails, and a simple blue tank top.

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Donnie is singing in a lower octave than usual. His models build is also Taller, Broader, swimmers build. He keeps changing outfits to match the song.

He's currently performing Sounds of Silence, if only to show off his voice. Some of his notes had a rumble that could be felt through the speakers/headphones of the listener.

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Mikey is only a bit taller, but dressed in a super cropped paint splattered jacket, his mask with some art themed charms on the tails, black/orange fingerless gloves, sunset gradient colored pants, and boots.

He's currently singing and dancing to Never Had a Friend Like Me. Throwing in alot of his razzmatazz! A glowing effect on his model helped with the effect.

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Raphs model was in just black baggy pants, his mask, and red/black sneakers.

He's performing Surface Pressure, as a bit of stress relief. As performing amazingly!

The others are used to this by now, but it still hits a slight sore spot everytime.

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River wanted to sing a specific song, but was told no, no matter how cute they look, the song wasn't appropriate enough for a cute teal robot turtle to sing. She pouted off to the side while looking through the song list.

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Shelldon apparently found some older songs, and was singing Surfing USA by the Beach Boys. It sounded a little funny with Shelldons slight surfer dude accent. And a little off key.

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The next few sets were just rap battles between the brothers trying to trip each other up in the middle of a verse. Who won each round just depended on who was against who.

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A clip from a break time where Shelldon and River messed around with a large floor piano prop, and attempting to play an actual song. They keep stopping the blame the other for hitting the wrong notes, and saying the combination they need to play.

They don't realize they're both trying to play a different similar sounding song.

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The boys perform another couple of 90's boyband songs, and dance routines.

Though at one point someone missteps and they have to quickly get back into rhythm, and not get hit by Raphs tail.

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Leo decides to change it up a bit and sing is Spanish for a song or two. (If it amuses you yes one of the songs is Despacito.)

What little bit of the chat that is visible during the VOD is going nuts over how his voice sounds while singing in a different language.

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Donnie, Leo, and Mikey are performing a J-Pop song with full choreography. They all swapped to male J-pop Idol style outfits for the song.

Though there is a bit of talk of doing a Female Idol song with the Idols Costumes, but they didn't have such outfits/costumes ready at the time.

Again what little of the chat visible is a little disappointed not to see them all in the Idol costumes.

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A clip of Leo doing a magical girl transformation to change into a blue sailor uniform type costume, before tripping on something, and the music is cut off. He was not going to live this down for a while.

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The camera shifts to see Mikey start to yawn, lean back a bit to far and fall backwards out of his chair with a loud thud.

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Raphs in the middle of a song, when his phone rings LOUDLY. He fumbles on the verse, and trying to answer to phone. He walks off the set, and away from the microphones so his call isn't picked up by the stream.

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Donnie in the middle of a song accidentally activated a rapid costume change that swapped through 10 outfits, before leaving his model 'naked'. He lets out a squeak, and runs out of frame to fix this accident.

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Masterpost

[captainseamech]

//to the new mutuals that came from my Bowser blog, welcome to captainseamech! Here we have:

One grumpy sailor bot that is actually sweet when you get to meet him,

Horny anons towards the same bot,

Self indulgence by yours truly,

A fuckton on verses,

Random times when I actually get to write,

Dash commentary at its finest,

Shitposting,

Occasional lore dropping,

Study posts that scare the narrative,

An old blog with outdated information,

Uhhh

Despacito

[chlorophyllium]

...I have been eating the ingredients for the church cake pops for the past week

Woke up. Gave up. Ate fridge cake with my bare hands over the sink. Felt alive for like five minutes.

[jiminsass-istant]

Re Jimin's solo concert.

I'm not a super fan of either With You or Vibe... and I don't think having Jimin sing either as a solo would turn them into astonishing must-haves at his concert. However...

He should record Heartbeat as his solo...(I've read it was supposed to be his solo originally) but slow it down and turn into a sexy, sultry, romantic ballad. Oh, yes,

He could do the same with Who and probably several other songs he has recorded as a duet or group song.

A song in Spanish. No, definitely not Despacito, but something easier. Perhaps a classic Spanish ballad. Lots of possibilities here that could be within his comfort level.

Please, Jimin, enough with the guys--give us a collab with a woman! Lots of possibilities there, and she doesn't need to be Korean. I just don't know how they work that pit at concerts, however.

Finally, every once in awhile, I come across an older song that I think, "wow, Jimin could do this really well." MJ in his disco era, for example. But that probably isn't possible, either. (sigh)

Really looking forward to reading the ideas, suggestions, and opinions of others!

About 'with you' and 'vibe'...

I wouldn't include with you in his solo concert set list, but maybe 'vibe' in the encore concert where he can invite Taeyang in Seoul. Vibe is alright, but needs 2 people to perform.

I thought Dreamglow was also supposed to be a Jimin solo. It suits him so much and that Jimin verse in the beginning feels like pixie dust and pink confetti and butterflies erupting inside me. 'Who' is a beautiful song too.. actually..

...I think he can perform a medley with parts from songs where he has major parts or iconic jimin verses together.

A jimin collab with a Spanish female singer would be a banger. With Reggaeton beat and everything. A dance song.

I was also looking forward to reading suggestions, Anon. But I guess nobody sent any 🥲 Thank you so much for sending your ideas, anon.

WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING?? SEND ME CONCERT IDEAS NOW? SET DESIGN, COSTUME DESIGN, stage concepts etc etc etc

[ohwhataniight]

I'm stuck on your heart - Chapter 11

Quiero ser tu ritmo

They tuck Rosie into her bed by 10. Mrs. Hudson has agreed to babysit her while they change the year at the Scotland Yard ball. Sherlock disappears into his room to get ready, they use the bathroom in turns, walking around each other naked without any care to hide their constant arousal. Sherlock pats John’s arse on his way to the kitchen, where coffee is brewing to keep them up after a day filled with Rosie. John can smell the rich Arabic blend, combined with the mix of shower products and perfume that fills the apartment. John steps on his toes to plant a peck on Sherlock’s lips.

They exchange smiles and side-glances, like teenagers learning to flirt. In all honesty, this is a department John is well-versed in, and he is filled with affectionate amusement, watching Sherlock trying to be enticing.

Sherlock could be picking his nose and John would find it endearing at this stage. God he’s a lost cause.

The detective appears in a suit that fits to his body like a glove, wearing John’s Christmas gift: a burgundy silk tie. John has to gulp. He himself is wearing Sherlock’s Christmas gift, an exquisitely tailored suit. Trust Sherlock to always go overboard.

“You’re gorgeous, Doctor Watson,” Sherlock smiles, wrapping his arms around John, pulling him close and leaning for a kiss.”

“Don’t I also get two surnames?” John smirks against his lips.

“Are you asking my hand to marriage?”

“That will be for you to deduce,” John plants a last, teasing kiss on Sherlock’s lips and pulls away, grabbing his coat. “We’re gonna be late”.

On the cab ride to the Yard, they behave themselves impeccably, exchanging smirks and side-glances. John still doesn’t know how he feels about public displays of affection. They haven’t announced their relationship to anyone but Mrs. Hudson yet (although Mycroft was the first one to find out), who caught them kissing under her mistletoe and screamed “A Christmas miracle!”, running back inside. John is certain that everyone has learned since then, but he doesn’t know how to go on about it. He’s been scared for so long, terrified of what people might say, of how they would see him. He feels like these curtains are slowly being drawn now, he feels exposed, but he’s not alone.

They spend about an hour socializing (John) and drinking (Sherlock). John drinks too, a fair amount. Molly’s eyes have a playful glint, matching her sequined dress, as they move between the two men, and John cannot help but wonder what is going on in her clever head. Lestrade is also eyeing them, and Donovan, in a dashing blue dress, is elbowing Anderson, telling him something ineuadible, what with the music blasting from the weary speakers.

Mrs. Hudson needn’t have spread the news, John muses. He knows they’re obvious. There’s something in the way they interact that has changed, the smiles, the knowing glances, the seconds during which Sherlock slips his hand into John’s, rubbing circles with his thumb on the warm skin.

Fuck it.

Taking a deep breath, John moves across the room to Sherlock, holding out his hand. “We didn’t finish our last dance,” he tells him when he pulls him close and they start swaying to a slowed-down jazz version of Despacito. The smirk on Sherlock’s face, his surprised grin, the affection in his eyes, is worth all of it - the eyes that widen in the room, the startled expressions, the nudges and the whispers. Suddenly, John has no idea how he’s lived all these years without breathing Sherlock’s scent, without being safely cradled into his arms. Only this makes sense, and people need to know. They need to know that John loves Sherlock in a way he never conceived as possible, in a way that makes his insides roar, his skin burn, his head explode. He, the writer, cannot find the words to accurately depict his feelings. He can only show them. And people had better look.

Their feet move to the upbeat, Latin rhythm of the cover, just as Sherlock had taught John before his wedding with Mary. Muscle memory really is an incredible thing, John muses, following Sherlock poquito a poquito, making their way around the room.

By the time the next song comes on (Tina Turner’s ‘The Best’), sweat has already broken out on their foreheads and underarms. They both take off their jackets and return to the dancefloor. John’s heart is racing against Sherlock’s as they glide together. It’s quite cinematic, to a ridiculous extent, the room swaying around John fast, the discoball exploding in a thousand butterflies that take residence in his chest, and when the chorus plays, he pulls Sherlock’s head lower and kisses him.

An explosion of applause and whistling eases them into the new year, together.

Fin.

[luxshine]

Headcanons for that dragon!Ram 'verse

That I might write once Despacito (Moon Knight) is done.

And I need to write this out before it makes my head explode.

Dragon-hybrids are born from eggs. This is important for later.

The British empire has been methodically killing every dragon and dragon hybrid in their territory since forever, as they don't want anyone more powerful than the Empire getting ideas. So they attacked the Dragon villages first, fast and not leaving any survivor.

Ram is a fire-dragon hybrid, and was rescued from the dragon massacre by Venkatarama's wife, who hid his egg by pretending it was her pregnant belly. While neither her nor Venkatarama knew exactly how to take care of a dragon hybrid, they did their best to encourage him to embrace both sides of his nature, while at the same time teaching him to keep his dragon side hidden from anyone outside of the family for his own safety.

Dragon hybrids usually shift when feeling great emotion or under great duress. Ram has taught himself not to shift no matter what, as he is the king of supressing emotion. All that shifts when he's starting to lose control of those are his eyes, which turn gold/red, and his eyelids that start showing his gold scales. HE is quick to hide those, and usually throwing water on himself or deep breaths calm him enough to shift to full human. In full hybrid form, when he's angry, his hair turns white. Very Super-saiyan.

His first book from his hoard was a fairy tale book that his mother gave to him as a gift. He keeps that book with him always, when he needs to move and create a new hoard for himself.

He has wings and can fly, both in hybrid and full dragon form. But he doesn't really like it as he feels that he could forget his mission because he feels so much joy when flying.

Dragon hybrids have an instinct to protect those weaker than them. This has made Ram very conflicted when he is undercover as all his instincts yell at him to help those he's fighting at all times. (This is also why he absolutely forgets all about chasing Lachuu in order to save the boy in the river)

Ram can breathe fire, but he never did it until Akthar found out he was an hybrid and started using it to make smoke figures to make Akthar laugh.

Dragon hybrids mate for life, and have a pre-destined mate. In order to find them, a small section of their scales -usually where they are to be touched by their mate for the first time- are the color of his mate's. Ram has a circle of green-blue scales, the color of the seas, in his right arm so he knows his future mate is a water dragon. (Yeah, I decided to go angsty and yes, Bheem is a hybrid too. More on him below, but he obviously has a circle of gold-scales in his right arm too, just that he has never seen it)

Dragons hybrids are not easy to kill, as they heal faster than humans (Ram's uncle insists that Ram shifts every night in the privacy of his apartment so that he can heal from the punishment he gives his body), and usually would be immortal. However, they can die from a broken heart if their pre-destined mate rejects them for any reason (The mate doesn't die, just never finds a new mate) or dies after the hybrid has accepted them as mates.

Because Ram is a young dragon-hybrid, his full dragon form is still small. He's about the size of a wolf, which is why he can curl easily in a nest of books or on top of his desk.

Once Akthar discovered Ram being a dragon-hybrid, Ram's favorite place to sleep when shifted is on Akthar's chest. He also likes to curl up around his shoulders. Akthar/Bheem is the only one outside Ram's adopted human family who has ever seen him in his full dragon form, and the only one outside his adopted human village who has seen him in hybrid form.

Sita is Ram's adopted sister. He loves her a lot, but he doesn't love her romantically as dragon hybrids only fall in love with other dragon hybrids.

Here's the angsty part because we need MORE angst besides the whole betrayal thing from the plot: While Bheem IS a dragon hybrid, AND Ram's destined mate... He also has no idea he's a dragon hybrid. In order to protect him (And also, a bit selfishly), the Gonds who found his egg and adopted him as part of the tribe have been feeding him a medicine that suppresses his dragon side completely, and rising him to ignore some of his dragon instincts, such as hoarding, while taking advantage of his protection instincts to have an immortal protector of the tribe. He has never shifted, so he has no idea he can.

SO... Ram instinctively knows that Bheem is his mate, and doesn't get why, if Ram has been so open about his dragon side, Bheem won't even show him his real eyes (By the way, they go blue with a green halo). Bheem, for his side, loves Ram but knows that since Ram is a dragon, he can't love Bheem, so he's trying hard to hide his feelings and pretend he's in love with Jenny, even if he only sees her as a nice british lady and a way to save Maili. Bheem also thinks that the reason why Ram is so affectionate with him is because he's the only one who knows the secret, and so, the only one with whom Ram can be himself.

Lacchu is the one who knows how to make the medicine for Bheem, and at some point may have to decide between telling the truth to Bheem to save Ram's life... or let his torturer die knowing that Bheem might survive the broken heart as he never acknowledged Ram as his mate.

Bheem discovered Ram being a hybrid one day when he just went to his apartment late at night to have dinner with him (notice how when he goes there in the movie after the market with Jenny he just goes to the kitchen and grabs food? He's so used to be there it's home), when Ram was already asleep in his hybrid form. Because Ram already had decided Bheem was his mate (Before Bheem convinced him he was human) he just felt so safe he never woke up nor shifted to human instinctively (as he had gotten in the habit whenever he sensed danger)

Bheem at first thinks Sita is a dragon, the way Ram talks about her as his fiancee (As part of his cover with the Empire). He is VERY surprised when he finds out she's human and thus, can't really be his fiancee.

Bheem can breathe underwater. He has never figured out that that's not something other protectors could do.

Before meeting Ram, due to how the Gond tribe raised him, Bheem never had a hoard. But the day he met Ram, he picked up a small pebble from the river where they rescued the boy, as it reminded him of Ram's human eyes. After that, any pretty rock or crystal that called his attention ended up in his hands. He doesn't realize he is creating a hoard until someone else (Sita or Jenny maybe?) point it to him, and he can already sleep on it in human form.

Jenny is a sort of expert in dragons, as she has collected books about them (Some of which at some point would end up in Ram's hoard if she can find a way to give them to him, when she finds out he's a dragon) She hates that the Empire has killed them and is trying to find one alive to see if it's possible to bring them back from extintion. She also is not that blind to how British people treat natives, and in secret she had also been helping revolutionaries escape. No one ever suspected her as she always acts so innocent. She also speaks Telugu, but pretends not to in order to keep her status (This is why she invites Bheem so quickly to the house. She KNOWS he wants to go, but needs to pretend to be completely oblivious in case her uncle's spies are watching. It is also why she has no angst at her uncle and aunt dying. She was actually thinking of doing the deed herself given how cruel they were.)

The very first time Ram loses control of himself, and needs to run to his place to hide, shift and manage to bring his emotions back under control before anyone sees him is when he sees Bheem leave with Jenny for the market.

Edward and Scott have boasted that they have killed dragons single handedly. This is not true, Edward has never faced a dragon, and Scott only saw the dead bodies after the attack on the Village where Ram would have lived if he had been raised by dragons.

Dragon-hybrids are very, very single minded once they got a prey. That is why Ram's uncle was very surprised that Ram was content with just showing the sketch around instead of looking for more clues to find Lacchu, but then, he meets Bheem and understands why his nephew's focus is so divided.

Snake venom usually does nothing to dragon-hybrids. The reason why the bite of the banded krite almost killed Ram was because he was already fighting his broken heart, thinking that Bheem would rather be friends with a human than accept him as a mate and realizing that Bheem had to be the man he was chasing. He just wanted to be wrong about the second thing and die in Akthar's arms, skipping the whole heartache process.

At the same rate, the only reason why his body fought the venom in the end was because the antidote had been given to him by Bheem. Even if his mind wanted to die before hurting his mate, his body wouldn't let him because Bheem wanted him to live.

Before dying from a broken heart, Dragon-hybrids can go completely feral. Despite knowing his dragon form was too small to cause too much damage, Ram was counting on that happening during his execution -that wouldn't take, as you can't kill a dragon-hybrid by hanging- so that he might kill Scott and as many british soldiers he could, hoping that he'd retain enough of his old self not to kill any more of his people.

If Bheem could shift to his half-form, he could have talked to the animals and explained them why he needed them. Then the massacre would've been a lot bigger.

During the whole fight for his arrest, Ram's eyes were in his dragon form as he couldn't control himself. The anger and betrayal that Bheem felt was so great that his eyes ALMOST shifted, fighting the medicine of the Gonds.

Dragon-hybrid's skin reacts to their element. Ram's is always a higher temperature from humans, so those who don't know his secret think he's running a small fever. Bheem's is always cold to the touch, like a river.

The first time Bheem's eyes shifted was when he saw Ram again, in the solitary cage. The shock of seeing Bheem again, looking at him with love, with his true eyes, brought back Ram from the edge of going feral. Bheem, from his part, was too overtaken by emotions to notice that he was seeing more colors and more clearly than usual (Dragon-hybrids can see in the dark)

Once they get the weapons to Ram's village, Ram starts skulking again because Bheem STILL insists he's human and can't be Ram's mate. It falls on Sita, Jenny and yes, Lacchu who has now started to see why Ram and Bheem belong to each other, to bring Bheem's instincts back up so that he will realize who he is (When told directly, he laughs and tells them to stop joking, so more extreme measures are needed.)

[lovelytonys]

so relieved that my despacito with cats post didn’t have another resurgence spurred on by across the spider-verse.....finally she is resting in peace

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Justin Bieber’s Iconic Hits That Defined a Generation

Justin Bieber is a name that has dominated the global music industry for over a decade. His ability to evolve with changing musical trends while staying true to his signature style has made him one of the best-selling artists of all time. From his early teenage heartthrob days to his mature, soulful performances, Bieber's discography is packed with hits that have left an undeniable mark on pop culture.

If you’re curious about which songs have stood the test of time and continue to be fan favorites, check out this curated list of justin bieber most popular songs.

The Early Breakthrough: “Baby” and “One Time”

Before Justin Bieber became a global icon, he was a small-town Canadian boy posting homemade covers on YouTube. His talent caught the attention of music executive Scooter Braun, who introduced him to Usher. With Usher’s mentorship, Bieber signed with a record label, and his career took off at lightning speed.

His debut single “One Time” was an instant success, introducing the world to Bieber’s smooth vocals and boy-next-door charm. It was the perfect blend of catchy lyrics and youthful energy, setting the stage for his next big hit.

However, it was “Baby”, featuring Ludacris, that skyrocketed him to international fame. The song, released in 2010, became an anthem for an entire generation. The infectious melody and memorable chorus made it one of the most streamed and viewed songs of the time. Even today, “Baby” remains one of Bieber’s signature tracks, marking the beginning of his legendary career.

Teen Idol to Serious Artist: Evolution with “Boyfriend” and “As Long as You Love Me”

As Bieber grew up, so did his music. His 2012 album Believe was a turning point in his career, shifting away from his bubblegum pop sound and embracing a more mature, R&B-influenced style. Songs like “Boyfriend” showed a more confident, flirtatious side of Bieber, proving that he was more than just a teen heartthrob.

Another standout from the album was “As Long as You Love Me”, featuring Big Sean. The song’s emotional depth, combined with a heavy bass-driven beat, highlighted Bieber’s growth as an artist. This era demonstrated his ability to blend R&B and pop effortlessly, setting the stage for his future musical evolution.

Reinvention with “Sorry” and “Love Yourself”

By 2015, Bieber had faced personal struggles, media scrutiny, and a temporary hiatus from music. But his comeback was nothing short of spectacular. His album Purpose marked a complete reinvention, and two of its biggest hits, “Sorry” and “Love Yourself”, solidified his return to the top of the charts.

“Sorry” was an instant global sensation. The dancehall-inspired beat, combined with Bieber’s heartfelt lyrics about seeking forgiveness, made it one of the most played songs of the year. It was refreshing, upbeat, and demonstrated his willingness to take creative risks.

“Love Yourself”, co-written by Ed Sheeran, was a stark contrast to his previous songs. Stripped down and acoustic, the song told the story of moving on from a toxic relationship. Its simplicity and raw lyrics resonated deeply with listeners, proving that Bieber didn’t need heavy production to deliver a powerful hit.

Breaking Streaming Records with “Despacito” and “Intentions”

Bieber’s collaborations have also played a massive role in his success. In 2017, he jumped on the remix of “Despacito” by Luis Fonsi and Daddy Yankee, and the result was nothing short of historic. The song became the most streamed track of all time, topping charts worldwide and introducing Latin music to a broader global audience. Bieber’s Spanish verse added a fresh element to the song, showing his versatility as an artist.

Another notable collaboration was “Intentions”, featuring Quavo. Released in 2020, the song was a feel-good anthem that focused on love and appreciation. Its uplifting message, combined with a catchy melody, made it one of the standout tracks of his album Changes.

Continuing His Reign with “Peaches” and “Stay”

Bieber has continued to evolve with the ever-changing music industry, proving that he can adapt to new trends while maintaining his signature sound. His 2021 hit “Peaches”, featuring Daniel Caesar and Giveon, became a massive success. The song’s R&B influence, combined with a laid-back, summery vibe, made it an instant favorite among fans.

Another standout track is “Stay”, his collaboration with The Kid LAROI. The song’s energetic beat and emotional lyrics made it a chart-topper, demonstrating Bieber’s ability to remain relevant in the streaming era.

Legacy and Influence on Pop Music

Justin Bieber’s influence on pop music is undeniable. Over the years, he has seamlessly transitioned from a teenage pop star to a respected global artist. His music has shaped the industry, inspiring countless young artists and redefining pop music trends.

His ability to reinvent himself while staying true to his artistry is what makes him one of the most enduring artists of his generation. From viral hits to introspective ballads, Bieber’s discography reflects his journey of growth, resilience, and evolution.

If you want to explore more of his greatest hits, check out this ultimate list of justin bieber most popular songs.

Conclusion

Justin Bieber’s journey from a YouTube sensation to a global superstar is a story of talent, hard work, and adaptability. His music has resonated with millions of fans worldwide, making him one of the most influential artists in contemporary music. Whether it’s an upbeat dance hit, a heartfelt ballad, or an experimental new sound, Bieber continues to push the boundaries of pop music.

With each new album, he proves that he is more than just a singer—he is a musical innovator. His songs have not only defined an era but have also stood the test of time. Whether you’ve been a fan since the My World days or just discovered his music recently, there’s no denying the impact he has had on the industry.

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[shakibone]

Wait you made that one?

It's neat!

...you got the Despacito verse wrong tho

he found you

OH MY GOD????

[ficco72]

"Me gustaba mirarte despacito y de perfil,

me llegaba tu aroma a juventud.

Me gustabas tanto a la distancia,

porque de cerca se me iba el habla.

Me gustabas tanto que dejaba pasar

tu altivez cuando me ignorabas.

Me gustabas tanto que dejé

de escribir metáforas rebuscadas.

Me gustabas tanto que ahora

que tengo este corazón de cacto,

cultivo dardos que siempre riego

con la pinche amargura de un cupido

que al verse desempleado y en la ruina,

se tiró al vicio de olvidarte con tequila...

[armatofu]

Florecilla Silvestre

Florecilla Silvestre

El payasito Elarhú, una tarde mientras se daba el espectaculo del circo recordó a Florecilla Silvestre, aquella flor que por su blancura, una mañana de abril le había deslumbrado.

Era sabado cuando Elarhú al sentirse solo, triste y aburrido, empezó a andar sin rumbo alguno. De pronto se encontró en el campo y ¿oh sorpresa!, en medio de tanta hierba vió que asomaban los pétalos muy blancos de una flor.

¡Qúe linda es! se dijo, hay tantas hierbas a su alrededor que no le dejan lucir su belleza y hasta está desvanecida. Y ¡claro! como no va a estar así, si estas hierbas la están asfixiando.

Elarhú de inmediato empezó a quitar las hierbas más próximas de aquella flor en su deseo de reanimala. Pero eso no bastaba, Florecilla necesitaba

algo más. Ya sé, se dijo Elarhú, le daré mi aliento y empezó a soplarle despacito y con mucha suavidad, pero Florecilla seguía desvanecida.

¡Necesita agua! pensó Elarhú tenía con é una cantimplora, no lo dudó un instante y la regó. Pero, ¿que pasó?, el agua no llego a Florecilla.

¡Que torpe soy! se dijo Elarhú.

Debí quitar más hierbas, tener más paciencia y realmente regarla. No debí vaciar el agua de un sopetón, ¡ Qué pena! ya no me queda ni una gota.

Muy preocupado al ver que florecilla no se reanimaba, pensó ¿qué podría hacer? En eso, el payasito Elarhú, recordó como hacía reir a las personas que asistían al circo y le ofreció a Florecilla todo un espectáculo. Florecilla Silvestre ( como la bautizó Elarhú) pore ese gesto que tuvo el payasito le obsequió

una linda sonrisa y una mirada muy tierna.

¡Necesitas que te cuiden! dijo Elarhú a Florecilla Silvestre. Luego agregó: -No te prometo nada, tengo tanto trabajo en el circo, pero tu necesitas que te cuiden.

Vendré a verte a mitad de semana y traeré abundante agua para regarte.

Así lo hizo Elarhú, el día miércoles estaba ya de regreso.

-¡ Florecilla Silvestre!, ¡ Florecilla Silvestre! gritaba el payasito conforme se iba acercando a ella.

Florecilla al verlo se alegró mucho. El payasito Elarhú para expresarle su cariño, frotó su naricita en los pétalos de Florecilla Silvestre y esta vez la regó con mucho cuidado.

¡Qué tiempo haría que a Florecilla Silvestre nadie la regaba! que de inmediato absorbió todo el agua y se puso muy pero muy bonita.

-¡ Que bella estás Florecilla Silvestre! le dijo el payasito Elarhú, tus pétalos están sonrosados y brilantes.

-¡Mírate! dijo Elarhú a Florecilla Silvestre al verse tan linda exclamó:

-Gracias por ponerme bonita Elarhú.

-Tu eres muy bella, Florecilla le dijo el payasito. Lo único que necesitas es que cuiden y yo te cuidaré.

Así lo hizo el payasito Elarhú, cada mitad de semana iba a verla a Florecilla Silvestre, frotaba su naricita en sus pétalos, la regaba con sumo cuidado y no permitía que crezcan hierbas a su alrededor. Florecilla le agradecía envolviéndolo con su fragancioso aroma, lo cual halagaba mucho a Elarhú.

Y así fueron pasando una y otra semana; uno y otro mes. Florecilla Silvestre ya se había acostumbrado a los cuidados del payasito Elarhú y a la forma tan peculiar con él le expresaba su cariño, que al llegar a media semana ya se ponía impaciente a experarlo.

Pero un miércoles, que debería Elarhú irla a vez, no apareció. Florecilla se puso muy triste.

¿Le habrá pasado algo? pensó y aguardó toda la semana con angustia y melancolía. Ya finalizando la semana y al vez que Elarhú no aparecía, su pena fue tan, pero tan profunda, que de sus bellos ojos escaparon dos gruesas gotas de lágrimas.

De pronto escuchó:

-¡Florecilla Silvestre!, ¡Florecilla Silvestre!

Era la voz inconfundible del payasito Elarhú.

Florecilla se alegró tanto que hasta dio un brinco su corazón. Efectivamente era el payasito Elarhú, pero estaba tan diferente, como si quisiera esconder algo que le preocupase. Tenía el maquillaje más acentudado y la naricita muy , pero muy colorada.

Florecilla quiso preguntar a Elarhú por qué estaba tan cambiado y sobre todo por qué tenía la naricita tan colorada.

¿Habrá frotado otros pétalos? pensó Florecilla; pero frefirío quedarse callada y esperó a ver que decía Elarhú.

El payasito empezo a contarle a Florecilla con muchas incoherencias que acabaron por desconcertarla. Elarhú hablaba de una y otra cosa, que se suponía Florecilla debía estar bien informada, sin embargo Elarhú jamás le había contado de todo aquello, y al naturalidad con que lo hacía aumentó más su desconcierto.

Elarhú no frotó su naricita como otras veces y ni se preocupó por echarle agua a Florecilla, por lo que esta le preguntó:

- Elarhú ¿trajiste agua?

- Si, por supuesto, contestó Elarhú, Ahora te riego.

Pero Elarhú solo estaba físicamente allí, sus pensamientos estaban en otro lado. Cogió su cantimplora y vació de golpe el agua. Y como estaba tan, pero tan distraido, el agua fue a dar a un costado. Parecía la primera vez, cuando a Florecilla no le cayó ni una gota de agua. Elarhú ni reparó en ello y se despidió de Florecilla

Florecilla sintió en esa despedida, un adiós para siempre.

Y realmente no se equivocó, Elarhú nunca más apareció por esos campos.

Florecilla Silvestre quedó muy apenada, no entendía ni cómo ni por qué Elarhú se había marchado. Su tristeza era tanta que su pétalos empezaron a marchitarse y las hierbas cada vez se multiplicaban más a su alrededor. Así fue pasando el tiempo y Florecilla parecía que de melancolía se iba a morir.

Un mañana que parecía era el fin de Florecilla pues se había desvanecido por completo, vio a su lado que había una pequeña flor.

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Un botoncito muy tierno asomaba a la tierra muy cerca de ella. Esto la reanimó de inmediato y volvío su corazón a alegrase y sus pétalos a relucir su belleza. Florecilla Silvestre no estaba sola, tenía un retoñito a quien cuidar y por ese botoncito ella vive alegre como ninguna Florecilla del campo lo fue jamás.

[stevvvies]

' ¿cómo nos escapamos? te escucho. ' nunca le gustó mucho ir cerca de los límites de la isla, aún tiene traumas de un guardia gritándole durante sus primeros días aquí. pero la idea le resulta tentadora, incluso si va en contra de todos sus principios. lo único que quiere es más tiempo en compañía del menor, creando más recuerdos juntos. sabe que su estadía allí tiene una fecha límite, que va a llegar un día donde tengan que tomar caminos separados hasta poder concretar todos esos planes de verse. ' ¿un brazalete? ¿ropa en conjunto? ' son las primeras ideas que se le vienen a la mente mientras camina, cosas materiales que puede tocar y sentir cuando se encuentre en su habitación en los ángeles, solo y extrañando su presencia. no quiere pensar mucho en esos días que vendrán, alejado de él y de todas las personas que se volvieron su familia en este lugar tan demencial. ' ¿qué hay de un tatuaje? ' suelta ni bien el pensamiento aparece en su cabeza, mirándolo nervioso una vez que se da cuenta de lo que eso implica, de lo permanente que son esas cosas. a pesar de todo no se retracta y se queda expectande su respuesta, pretendiendo que sus labios no tiemblan por los nervios. tira despacito de su mano para atraerlo un poco más cerca de él y todas sus preocupaciones desaparecen en un instante. ' ¿me la vas a dedicar? ' pregunta para molestar un poco. cada día que pasa se pone más y más impaciente por no encontrarla, y cada vez tiene menos lugares donde buscar. si de verdad terminan por escaparse para ir al pueblo, la tienda de discos será parada obligatoria en su aventura. no poder cumplir con su promesa es algo que no se encuentra en sus planes, así como no atraplarlo cuando se echa a correr. le encanta tenerlo entre sus brazos y como se acomoda con tanta facilidad, como ya conoce los espacios donde encajan uno con el otro a la perfección, como sus bocas no tardan en encontrarse y adaptarse rápidamente a un ritmo que tan bien conocen. no cambiaría esto por nada en el mundo. ' no creo ser merecedor de tan buen premio. ' de verdad no lo cree. yves le parece una persona tan maravillosa, tan llena de vida, no merece toda su atención como la tiene. habiendo tantas personas en este mundo, en esta pequeña isla, se siente el más afortunado del mundo al tener su atención y cariño, al ser quien recibe sus abrazos y caricias, como ahora. ' ¿qué cosa? ¿quieres que vayamos a otro lado? ' pregunta sin idea alguna de lo que podría mostrarle, distraido por el beso que le da y que rápidamente devuelve, cada vez más adicto a estos. buscaría más si no fuese porque es él quien ahora aguarda nervioso por una respuesta, con miedo de lo que podría decir. se odiaría si no lo hace sentir de la misma manera, si yves no siente pura y total felicidad como él. no se da cuenta de que está conteniendo su respiración hasta que escuchá el sí y siente como esta se reanuda. ahí es cuando le da otro beso, rápido y cortito. ' odio cuando hablas así de ti. ' susurra, aún meciéndolo entre sus brazos. no quiere soltarlo, eso suena como lo peor del mundo ahora mismo. ' eres importante para tantas personas, no solo para mi. te mereces ser el más feliz del mundo. ' y espera, desea, anhela poder seguir siendo él quien genera toda esa felicidad en él.

lo deja ir con un poco de dolor, no sin antes robarle un beso en su sien, y lo mira dibujar sobre la arena en silencio, sonriendo un poco más con cada trazo que hace y suspirando cuando desaparecen en el agua. tampoco lo interrumpe mientras habla, lo escucha con toda su atención y esa sonrisa embobada se hace cada vez más grande. pretende, también, no reconocer lo que escribe ahora hasta que él lo dice. se tiene que acercar un poquito más a las letras para poder ver bien lo que dice, fingiendo que sus ojos se irritan por un granito de arena que le entró y no porque las palabras contrarias lo emocionan. no tarda en encontrar su mirada, incapaz de contener la risita de felicidad que se le escapa, y antes de que pueda detenerse está tomándolo una vez más por sus mejillas, mirando tan precioso rostro, tan bonitos ojos que incluso después de tantos meses aún hacen que sus piernas tiemblen. deja caricias con sus pulgares y su primer instinto es apoyar su frente sobre la contraria. allí se queda por unos segundos hasta que su risa cesa. aún sonriente se separa, unos centímetros nada más, los suficientes para poder verlo bien. ' te amo, yves. ' su confesión sale en voz bajita, el ruido de las olas tápandola con facilidad, pero no se anima a hablar más alto. se siente tan bien y natural decirlo, así que lo repite. ' te amo. también me siento más seguro cuando estoy contigo. me haces sentir invencible. ' sus miedos e inseguridades desaparecen en ese instante, olvidándose completamente de todas esas veces que se entregó a alguien y terminaron lastimándolo. esta vez es distinto, esta vez encontró a alguien que lo valora y respeta, que lo hacer sentir feliz, que lo entiende, que lo contiene y escucha cuando lo necesita en ves de minimizar sus sentimientos. siente que ahora encontró a la persona correcta. ' estaba esperando a que encontremos la canción para decírtelo pero no aguanto más. ' sus palabras se pierden en sus labios, robándole un beso más, lento, suave y lleno de cariño. sus manos bajan por su rostro hasta sus hombros, donde deja más y más caricias. ' y no aguanto un día más sin ser tu novio. ' oficialmente. / @rhyves

— flashback ( 1/3 ) *

escuchar las palabras ajenas hace que deje escapar otra risita, sin poder evitar el impulso de dejarle un par de besos extra en el rostro. quizás, porque le parece medio adorable esa postura que adopta. ' ¿y escaparnos? no creo que sea tan difícil~' la sugerencia sale despreocupada, incluso si se plantea más como una posibilidad hipotética. ' cuando deje de haber tantos guardias' porque ahora que está fuera, no es difícil divisar como los susodichos parecen asechar en cada esquina de la isla, sin dar espacio a grandes libertades. el único sitio tranquilo parece ser la playa a la que se dirigen, contando con la privacidad suficiente como para que puedan compartir su tiempo juntos. ' ¿qué deberíamos tener para nosotros...? mh, ¿algo conjunto?' se deja golpecitos en el mentón mientras lo sopesa, y los ojos brillan como si la idea le entusiasmase. a fin de cuentas, también había llegado a considerar la posibilidad de compartir algo, motivado por una curiosa necesidad. quizás solo quería un objeto que con tan solo un vistazo pudiese evocar el rostro ajeno, y su voz, y sus manos, y su aroma con toda la facilidad del mundo, al menos cuando ya no lo tuviese tan cerca para ir y refugiarse en él con la facilidad que le daba la isla. comisuras se alzan aun más al oírle, comprobar que sus propias dudas respecto al destino de la canción son compartidas haciendo que perciba un alivio que le hace estrechar aun más la mano que sostiene en lo que sigue bailoteando mientras camina. ' ¿perderme?' la palabra deja una sensación de resequedad en su garganta, y eso le hace detenerse un poquito, como si la palabra despertase algo dentro de sí. sin embargo, luego le mira, y niega con la cabeza. ' en realidad, quiero escucharla contigo' afirma, y ahí le mira, en esa breve distancia que no llega a ser lo suficientemente amplia cuando sus manos aun siguen unidas. ' recuerdo que era una canción de amor, así que... ¿no se disfruta más cuando la oyes con una persona que te hace sentir justamente así?' y no solo esa, sino que, tal como stevie dice, también quiere descubrir muchas más cosas en su compañía. quiere quedarse a su lado y sumergirse más en esas divertidas búsquedas que les toman horas mientras ríen e intercambian ideas, y luego, al final de toda la tarea, que exista esa proximidad de la que nunca tiene suficiente. se ha vuelto una de sus actividades favoritas. ajeno completamente al tipo de emociones que despierta en el mayor con sus acciones o el efecto de su propia risa, se permite ser tan juguetón como le es posible cuando corre por la arena y le insta a atraparlo, siempre poniendo a prueba esa habilidad del mayor como si estuviese recurrentemente expectante de terminar en sus brazos. como si fuese algo que siempre espera, que siempre anhela. como si quisiese escuchar silenciosamente que, incluso si corre aunque sea un poco, debe tener la seguridad de que será encontrado. aquella noción lo llena de regocijo. los trastabilleos opuestos le sacan más risitas que siguen perdurando incluso cuando ya está encerrado una vez más en la familiar candidez de su abrazo, y mientras se acomoda contra su cuerpo con esa costumbre que parece haberse adherido a su sistema, se deja llevar por las sensaciones agradables que cosquillean dentro suyo. nunca había sentido tanta libertad y tanta pertenencia al mismo tiempo, nunca disfruto tanto de la idea de ser de alguien como lo hacía en ese minuto. habiendo rechazado el escenario centenares de veces, hoy parece buscarlo con una necesidad la cual no sabe como nombrar, que simplemente existe. y cuando el beso llega, y florece con una electricidad que le recorre de pies a cabeza, ya tiene claro qué significa todo esto. ' bueno~ tienes que disfrutar de tu premio entonces, señor stevie kwon' le molesta, usando el mismo tonito que había empleado en su momento en el louvre, balanceándose al son de los movimientos opuestos en un gesto meramente travieso.

sus dedos dejan caricias en la zona de su nuca antes de introducirse bajo sus brazos para acariciar su espalda, paseándose cerca de los omóplatos y arrugandole la camisa mientras la proximidad se profundiza, arqueando su espalda tanto como le es posible para verle con la mayor cercanía posible. ' de hecho ' le cuenta, antes de ir y dejar otro besito suave en sus labios, no separándose lo suficiente, como si esperase el momento de recibir otro. ahí, parpadea y le ve con esa ilusión familiar en los ojos. ' quería enseñarte algo' le cuenta, pupilas encontrando las opuestas, como cuestionando en silencio si le interesaba ver qué era lo que deseaba hacer. ' pero el corazón no suena mal' agrega luego, volviendo a reírse bajito, gracejo que solo se acrecenta con el beso en su hombro y las caricias que recibe en su cabello. la brisa le desordena los mismos y siente que le hace cosquillas en las mejillas, y aun así, parece realmente poco importante cuando son los dedos ajenos los que hacen que su piel se entibie con sencillez. oír la respuesta a su pregunta es algo que anticipa, sintiendo como los nervios se enredan dentro suyo y se convierten en un ovillo tirante que lo lleva a contener un poquito la respiración. sin embargo, cuando le oye, todo lo que había generado tensión en su sistema se relaja lentamente, y cuando recibe la misma cuestión de vuelta, sus labios se entreabren sin que salga palabra al principio. su mirada desciende, y aunque sigue en el abrazo, sus manos terminan apoyándose en el pecho ajeno en tanto sopesa sus palabras. siente que decir lo que sea que está a punto de verbalizar acarrea un sentido de responsabilidad sumamente grande, como si al pronunciarlas, le estuviese dando total sentido y haciendo absolutamente real los sentimientos que lo embargan. y eso le da miedo, porque hay muchas cosas que llenan su cabeza y le preocupan, y pensar en hacer promesas se siente como algo que no debe hacer cuando sabe su destino, y... ' sí' pero al final, nada de eso importa mucho cuando la afirmación sale por sí sola, y las emociones le terminan ganando a la razón o al deber. ahí sonríe con sinceridad, y asiente suavecito. ' también lo soy ' luego, baja la mirada. ' pensé que no lo merecía en realidad... o que nunca sabría como era, ni lo sería de nuevo. lo había olvidado ' ahí se encoge de hombros, mientras el viento sopla un poquito más fuerte y lo obliga a fruncir la nariz. ' pero después de conocerte, volví a darme cuenta de que es algo tan fácil ser feliz' y se queda así un momento, mirándole después de sus palabras, antes de soltarse un poquito para inclinarse justo en la orilla. con una ramita que ha encontrado, comienza a trazar formas en la arena, que el agua salada se lleva consigo. entonces, de pronto, palabras en hangul comienzan a ser escritas en espacio de tierra de húmeda. ' una vez me dijeron que cuando el mar se lleva cosas, no siempre desaparecen. a veces duran para siempre, porque el océano no tiene fin, o algo así ' asiente, muy confiado de su pequeña remembranza. ' entonces, siempre escribo las cosas que quiero que se queden conmigo. nombres, objetos. personas, recuerdos. incluso si ya no está cerca ' sentencia, y cuando termina, hay un nombre escrito bajo todas las otras formas y dibujos aleatorios que había hecho antes. un perfecto (스티비 권). ' stevie. kwon.' apunta cada palabra, traduciendo el coreano para él. ' y, ¿notas eso? el primer carácter tiene forma de casa' le dice, dejando escapar una risita suave, medio contagiosa, y llena de vida. ' bueno, es que eso significas para mí ' luego, voltea y lo mira. ' creo que eres como mi hogar, stevie. donde me siento seguro, y feliz. ' @stevvvies

[luxshine]

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Moon Knight (TV 2022) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Khonshu (Moon Knight), Steven Grant (Marvel), Marc Spector, Jake Lockley Additional Tags: Daddy Khonshu, Khonshu loves his Avatars, Good!Khonshu, Protective!Khonshu Series: Part 2 of Hijos de la Luna Summary:

Years ago, in a mental hospital in Chicago, Khonshu, God of the Moon, the Pathfinder, Embracer, Defender and Protector of the Travelers of the Night, meet three very special human souls and, without really knowing why, warmed up to them to the point of keep visiting the trio whenever he could.

Years later, he had to make them believe he hated them, when the truth was the absolute opposite.

This is the story of how that came to pass.

I STRONGLY recommend reading Despacito (Slowly) before this one.

Khonshu is freed, Amit is beaten... what is next?