#Ethan Boa

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TW: CANCER, DEATH

*Apologies For The Bad Quality, I Had To Download This Off Myself From Discord Instead Of How I Usually Upload Content To Tumblr*

HELL YEAH!!! SANDERS SIDES OC ANGST TIME!!

Okay So I've Been Hearing This Song EVERYWHERE On Tiktok And Instagram, I Wanted To Partake In This Trend But It Was Hard To Figure Out What Characters I Wanted To Do This With Because My Original Thought Was A "What If" Situation Between Patton And Logan BUT THEN I Remembered Some Of My SS OC Lore And I Was Like

"FUCK IT, CANON OC ANGST!"

For Some Context

Snake Fella Is Janus' Father (Kind Of Obvious) And The Punk Lad Is Virgil's Father

Before These Two Went Onto Their Relationship With The Respective Mothers Of Their Kids, These Two Use To Be In A Relationship But Eventually Broke Up To Reasons I Don't Know Yet

Eventually They Went Onto To Have Their Kids And Vincent (Virgil's Dad) Would Eventually Be Diagnosed With Leukaemia, Also Known As Blood Cancer And Eventually (As You Probably Figured) Dies

What's Shown In The Video Is Ethan (Janus' Dad) Remembering And Reminiscing On His Time With Vincent

Honestly I Should Post The References I Have For These Guys Here Too As I Had To Remove Them All From Instagram Because They Weren't Protected From META AI (Booooo Tomato Tomato, I Hate AI)

Anyways, Expect That Soon!

[alighieriedu]

dead poets 🤝 tortured poets

POETS ASSEMBLE

[outsidereveries]

very old asks from curiouscat (11th august 2023—13th august 2023)

still 11th august 2023

why lizzo is acussed of the things she’s done (allegedly or not, doesn’t matter that much as they were truth as far as i remember)?

king of wands, queen of swords rx, queen of pentacles • the lovers

- she talked whatever she wanted to, allegedly lizzo thinks that she’s openminded in this way (and she didn’t lied😐)

- she was obsessed with making people to feel anything negative, that could made her like she’s in power; she was also harsh, rude and so on

- she tanned her insecurities towards anyone who she treated in bad way

- allegedly she might’ve have/had higher sexual desire and doesn’t know how to control it

how ethan slater feels about the dating news?

ace of cups rx, the fool rx, the sun • king of cups

he seems to be unaware of them😭 like slater is completely clueless… ethan might be happy if he learn about the news🤷🏻‍♀️

what are the thoughts of lily and sullyoon's worldwide relevance? (orig. different wordplay)

Lily: 7 of cups rx, the hermit rx, 2 of cups • 4 of pentacles rx

Sullyoon: 7 of pentacles, 10 of swords, 6 of wands • 5 of pentacles rx

Lily’s popularity outside of South Korea seems to be .. is she invisible? Alone? Isolated? It looks like she has some fans who bias her but they’re so .. like i can count them with my hands: if there are 100 fans, one of them is Lily biased. Not ten, not fifty, one.

Sullyoon on the other hand is famous if I have to compare with the main vocalist. However, they’re disappointed for some reason that’s related to her own relevance. Her solo activities are little, or she’s also mistreated from her company? Something like that.

what's baekhyun (exo)'s plan for his own company?

wheel of fortune, ace of swords, 6 of cups rx • 8 of pentacles

Baekhyun’s intentions to establish his own company with Kasper is to leave SME. Simple as that. I don’t see anything else.

kiss of life, career reading (until nov' 2023)

10 of wands rx, justice rx, knight of wands • the high priestess

The group seem to not be treated as they deserve. It looks like they’re strictly towards the group’s storyline and the girls doesn’t like it at all. This might lead the group to many things such as overworking or underworking depending on S2’s intentions.

what min heejin and v think of each other?

MHJ towards V: 7 of wands rx, king of pentacles • 4 of cups rx

V towards MHJ: the tower • 3 of swords rx

Min Heejin sees V as very stubborn person. Although they’ve worked together, it looks that V .. didn’t care about the album’s final outcome? It seems that V trusted her fully for that and this is too confusing for Min Heejin. She can trust him fully, they match work-wise really well and she appreciates that.

V on the other hand thinks their characters are clashing, or perhaps his expectations were different towards her. He seems to see what she truly is and he likes that he saw what she is?

are juyeon (tbz) and ryujin (itzy) friends?

9 of swords rx, judgement rx • ace of pentacles

No, they’re too different.

is there any collaboration brand or any fashion week happening with seventeen next?

king of pentacles, the tower • three of swords rx

i can see it, yes. when.. when we least expect it?

what WJSN (overall, including the group’s former members) think about IVE’s popularity?

WJSN, overall, current members: the empress, king of wands, queen of pentacles • king of swords

The current members of the group are happy for their juniours’ relevance and love how independent they are.

WJSN, overall, former members: 5 of wands, 10 of swords rx, queen of swords rx • the lovers

The former members however are more pessimistic: they think the popularity IVE has will destroy them. I feel they’re aware of the group’s disputes for their activities and similar things.. Nonetheless this is the girls’ choice according to the former members and they should be aware of that.

12th august 2023

anything you can say for BoA in 2024? (orig. different wordplay)

wheel of fortune rx, judgement, ace of pentacles • 10 of cups

Something seems to happen that will lead her to changes in her individual career such as company/management/etc. change.

txt, career readings (brief look for 2024 and 2025)

24’: 7 of cups, 10 of swords rx, 9 of wands rx • 7 of swords rx

In 2024 i see a lot offers, possible transformation to the group’s career but also hopeless cause. I see despite the offers TXT will receive, BHM seems to decline them one by one and this will probably make the boys’ career as usual, without changes.

25’: the star, 10 of pentacles, 5 of pentacles rx • the tower

In 2025 the chances for the group’s relevance to be bigger than before are higher as there’s high possibility for the boys to make their viral moment.

will svt's upcoming comeback be as successful as their last one? (orig. worded in different way)

queen of swords, 3 of swords, 10 of cups, 6 of wands, justice, king of wands • 9 of wands

If they comeback around October/November plus minus 1 month, I see the sales being around the same number as the previous one, which despite of some of the fans boycotting Joshua because of the scandal will be great to the group and the company. More successful, probably no, but as successful as the previous release for sure.

zerobaseone, dynamics reading (update)

the hierophant, 3 of swords rx, queen of swords, 10 of cups • 9 of wands

really great! they’re bonding very well. very communicative, love to learn from each other literally as well as spiritually, very happy, very willing to fight for each other if needed. beautiful bond to me!

zhang hao, career reading (2023, update?)

2 of wands rx, justice, three of cups • strength

Similar to Yujin, there seems to be 2 offers and he will have to choose the safest one that will lead towards the start of his individual career adventure. He seems to be not alone. Ambassador offer? him being MC? CF?

seungmin, chaeryeong's dynamics

knight of cups, the devil, queen of cups rx • the lovers

They seem to have something between each other to the point whatever they have is unhealthy. I will pass.

han, lia's dynamics

the hierophant, 8 of pentacles rx, 3 of pentacles • 9 of pentacles

Similar with Seungmin and Yeji, they’re on the business perspective. Will help each other if needed and it seems to have happened in the past. Both of them are WORKAHOLICS with capital letters. I don’t see anything else.

are felix and ryujin friends?

the chariot, 4 of cups rx, 5 of cups rx • the emperor

I’d say their bond is quite neutral (4 of cups rx and 5 of cups rx are the indicators for me about that). With one word, no. There’s potential for them to match and be closer friends.

stray kids, career reading (2024)

the tower, 7 of cups, 8 of pentacles • the devil rx

IT WILL BE THE TIME TO BREAK FREE AND LIVE INDEPENDENTLY AS THEY DESERVE! sorry for the capital letters. 2024 is the chance for the boys to have their viral moment as there will be many offers for the boys (specifically collaborations in any form).

aespa, brief career reading (2024+2025)

24’: 2 of pentacles rx, 6 of pentacles rx, ace of swords • the empress

in 2024 aespa seems to have reforms in some way including financial ones. i see there might be issues with how sme manages aespa budget-wise.

25’: knight of cups, 9 of cups rx, 7 of cups rx • the tower

in 2025 is oddly worse as there is knife with 2 blades in my opinion. someone might receive an offer in order to abandon everything they’ve achieved until that time. it will be shocking for sure.

enhypen, brief career reading (2024, 2025)

24: 2 of swords, 3 of swords rx, the devil rx • the lovers

Some behind the scenes disputes here and there for the group’s path especially when BELIFT is HYBE’s subsidiary 100% now.

25: 6 of pentacles rx, 3 of cups, 4 of swords • 6 of swords

I see there will be formed subunit(s), especially one with three members while the other will rest or will focus on individual opportunities and activities.

itzy, brief career reading (2024)

2024: the hermit rx, the emperor rx, ace of swords rx • the empress

In 2024 it will be, in the nicest way possible, fucked up. I see the group will take hiatus for the sake of individual activities to keep everything up until the end of the contract the girls have with their company. The girls might even leave the company earlier than expected, it’s very shaky and uncertain. The chances for itzy to disband actually exist..

winner, brief career reading (2025)

the hierophant, 9 of wands rx, judgement • queen of cups

It seems that they will do barely anything even if YG tries to make them do something? There’s potential for a release but up to there as of now.

sung hanbin, possibe future solo gigs

he might try:

- acting

- being brand ambassador (this is coming stronger!)

- voice acting

- songwriting

- many solo activities in once

- be more active on tiktok and youtube such as covers despite if they will be dance ones or of a song(s)

- do livestreams from time to time

he also might:

- be accussed of having plastic surgery/ies such as jaw one, rhinoplasty, having lip fillers despite if they’re permanent or not and so on (stronger energy than the next two)

- break a law (example: driving with higher speed per hour)

- be called out for doing/saying something

- be more active outside of south korea (also strong energy)

13th august 2023

how jype's founder feels about itzy?

king of pentacles rx, the hermit rx, 4 of pentacles rx • page of swords

He’s disconnected with the girls. I am hearing “If only I was there to make them as successful as they deserve”. Nothing else. He wants to be closer with them at least career-wise because he sees that without him the artists under the company he founded aren’t the greatest they can be.

jeon somi, brief career look (2024, 2025)

24: the moon rx, king of cups, justice • ace of pentacles

In 2024 the uncertainty of her career will be stabilised. She seems to be more active in that year.

25: 5 of wands rx, 10 of cups rx, the hermit rx • 4 of pentacles rx

However, in 2025 she will be ignored as she will feel unhappy with her current company and possibly Teddy’s desicions to work into the group that will be formed with the I-Land 2.

[saltyfilmmajor]

Fuck it Friday, tagged by @boasamishipper tagging @badgerhuan, @onekisstotakewithme, @maverickcalf, @thebreakfastgenie @trenchnote and anyone else who wants to share their drafts

Ethan simply wants to feel the other man’s skin on his fingertips. He rips off Lane’s coat, throwing it frantically onto the floor. Lane offers no protest.

As their mouths meet, they’re both frenzied, coming alive after so lying dormant for so long. Ethan can feel his blood boiling under the surface, wanting nothing more than to ravage Lane, unraveling him.

Ethan’s drowning from the concoction of lust and yearning, letting his mouth trail kisses feverishly down Lane’s torso. He hates Lane, he wants Lane. The confusion keeps him heady, almost in a daze. There are no sides tonight. Just two bodies pressed together: him and a man who could kill him.

Ethan would consume all that Lane is, exploring the jagged edges of his of his slender frame, reveling in the soft warmth of the other man’s skin.

Ethan takes Lane into his mouth as if it were second nature: welcomed and exciting. At least here, in his place, he can allow himself to partake in whatever vice and indulgence he could want for. He takes in Lane like he has known no one else, full of a zeal, despite the warning signs. Then again, he’d be a hypocrite of the highest order if he were to take the warning signs at face value.

[wayward-persephone]

This man ages like fine wine 😩👌

I know we all love pedro but can we also take a minute to appreciate ethan’s beauty please

[maneskin-dimensione]

Måneskinofficial via their Instagram stories; 08.05.23.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Heavenly Seven

This fic will cover my Fumbling, Tickly, Giggling Sex square on my 2nd @jacklesversebingo card.

Summary: Will a silly night out turn into what Y/N has always wanted?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Sex/making out with strangers mentioned. Kissing. Brief fingering. Oral (f. receiving). Protected PinV sex. Sort of public sex (but not really). Slight overstimulation. Pining. Fluff.

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 4,973

A/N: Here is the next request for my second @jacklesversebingo card. It's been a while since I've been able to get to one of these fantastic requests, so I apologize for the wait. This was a fun one from an anon:

I have an ask for the Fumbly, ticklely giggly sex’ square if you would be interested. I like the idea of Jensen or Dean being friends with reader and they are both dating other people. They go to maybe a sex type club as a joke when they are a bit tipsy on a night out, where you can go into separate rooms with strangers in the dark so you can’t see each other and it’s a bit like 7 minutes in heaven adult version. They set it up with their respective others to meet in a certain room but for some reason they get switched and the reader and Jensen/Dean don’t know they are in the room together and start making out and only then realise they have each other in there but take advantage of the fact that they can do it cause they have secret feelings for each other they never admitted and they do take advantage of it!!! 😜🥵 it’s fumbling in the dark and they both think the other doesn’t know but they both secretly do. Maybe their giggling gives each other away but they still go through with it. Does that make sense?

I veered a little bit away from your request lovely anon. It also has more plot that I originally planned on. Lol! But I hope it still gives you what you were looking for. ❤️

A/N 2: This is a slightly younger version of Jensen (I'm figuring somewhere around 30 and in this AU world he isn't famous yet, and he did attend college at UT. He's still an actor though. Also, as always of course, this is a multiverse, single version of Jensen and this is a complete work of fiction.

The beautiful divider below was created by @talesmaniac89

“Okay, everyone! Here are the rules!”

Jensen was talking to his new girlfriend and I elbowed him in the ribs.

“Hey, pay attention to the rules or you won't know how to play. And in this place I feel like that could get very awkward.”

Jensen smiled at me grimly. “Yeah, sorry.”

I shook my head as his latest girlfriend, Stacey, crossed her arms over her chest, definitely pouting about something.

I knew they were already having problems. They’d decided to come to this club as a way to spice up their romance. But their relationship was barely two months old. If it already needed resuscitation, I didn't really hold out much hope for it.

Jensen had begged me to come with them so he’d have someone else to commiserate with if things got too weird. I agreed and brought Ethan along which annoyed Jensen, but I mean, I was sort of dating him.

The club we were in was called 7 Minutes or More. The premise was pretty much the adult version of 7 minutes in heaven. Except instead of a closet, the club offered fully appointed rooms with king sized beds, and a mini bar for…after. If it went that far. 

If you came as part of a couple you had to sign waivers saying that you were there by your own choice, and that the club wouldn’t be held responsible for any “relationship fallout” from what went down while you were there. Ethan hadn’t liked that part, but I shrugged and told him not to worry about it. I was already regretting asking him to come.

The guy running things at the club wore a neon pink feather boa and had a deep, rich voice that sounded like he belonged on the radio or maybe advertising luxury cars.  He held up his hand again to try and get everyone’s attention, finally managing to quiet the hesitant participants.

“Okay, thanks everyone for coming to 7 Minutes,” he paused dramatically, “or more.” He said in a seductive kind of voice while he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. There were quite a few nervous giggles as he continued with a wide grin.

“My name is Eduardo the Extraordinary!” He said with a flourish of his boa. People laughed and he grinned. “Okay, so maybe back home in Pasedena, I’m just plain old Eddie Lakelin, but that’s boring as fuck, so…”

Everyone laughed again and I started to feel a bit more at ease. 

“Now, some of you are here in couples, which, you know, good for you for venturing out of your comfort zone. And to help you along in that regard, we take steps to make sure everyone is shuffled well, and that you won’t end up with the one who brought you! If, however, something gets mixed up and you find yourself accidentally paired with your partner, please let one of our lovely ladies know,” he indicated the five or six women standing behind him, “and we’ll reshuffle your keys and give you new partners.”

All four of us exchanged looks. The friend of Stacey’s that had suggested the club had told her that when you got there you simply chose what room number you wanted, and then you were paired up with whoever else chose the same number. So our stealthy plan to stay together had been for Ethan and I to each pick number four and Jensen and Stacey were going to pick number eight.

But apparently the club went out of their way to put strangers together. I figured that really was more in keeping with the whole, 7 Minutes in Heaven theme. This changed things a bit though. We all chatted quickly, trying to decide if we were all cool with making out with some other person for seven minutes. Stacey was all for it, Jensen and I were on the fence, and Ethan was a no, full stop. 

“I don’t want you making out with some other weirdo.” 

“So you’re saying you’re the only weirdo she can make out with?” Jensen asked and I elbowed him again. 

He’d made no secret of the fact that he couldn’t stand Ethan. He said he was whiny (which he was) and selfish (ditto) and that he didn’t deserve me. Which was very sweet, but I waved off his concerns. 

“Look, I’m not saying he’s gonna be my life partner, okay? But he’s fine. Besides, it beats being alone.” I argued. 

“Does it?” He’d asked and I shrugged. I didn’t add what I was thinking.

Not every guy is gonna be you, Jensen. 

Jensen and I had been best friends for ten years, ever since I was a Freshman at UT and he saved me at a frat party - my very first frat party. He was a Junior, and a couple hours into the party he’d shown up at my side out of nowhere and pulled my drink out of my hand. He smiled at me and pulled me into a dance. 

I was fairly drunk and pretty confused. He told me he wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but he thought the guy beside me (who I didn’t know) had slipped something into my drink. We finished the dance and he asked if I wanted him and his girlfriend to walk me home - which I agreed to and thanked him for.

Even as out of it as I was, though, I distinctly remember being bitterly heartbroken that he had a girlfriend. 

But six months later when they broke up, I was dating Asshole Football Player #1. Within a month Jensen started dating a girl from his acting class, and broke up two weeks later, but then quickly got back together. During their second go around I broke up with Asshole #1 and started dating Asshole Football Player #2. A month later Jensen and the actress broke up for good. But I stayed with Asshole #2 through the rest of college - until two days before graduation when I found out he was cheating on me. 

And had been for a long time.

Jensen was already in LA by then, but I called him to pour out my broken heart and he listened to me bawl and then jumped in his car. It was a twenty hour drive from LA. 

He made it in sixteen, getting there in time to hug me in my cap and gown, clap loudly with my parents when I was handed my diploma, sit through a slightly tortuous dinner with my parents and my extended family, and then take me out to get drunk.

He was my best friend and I knew I was his. But for me things went much deeper. I had been attracted to him from the first moment I laid eyes on him, and sometimes it physically hurt to be near him, to hug him, or cuddle up next to him. But I also wasn’t willing to give up those moments, so I suffered through them. 

I had no idea if, at any point in our friendship, he’d ever felt the same. Our timing was complete shit, we kept missing our windows to even try. I’d never attempted to say anything to him (though what would I even say?) because either he was in a relationship or I was, so the moment was never right. 

Not that he’d ever indicated he wanted to try, but sometimes there were moments where I felt like, maybe? Maybe he did? But I could never be sure. Suffice it to say we had a very complicated relationship. At least on my end.

And now we were here together, dating people neither one of us really wanted to be dating, deciding on whether or not we wanted to try making out with strangers. 

I looked at Jensen and a thought struck my mind. What if I ended up with him? What if he ended up with me? What if we were paired together?

“I wanna do it!” I blurted out. Ethan looked furious 

“No.” He said in an angry whisper.

I thought about trying to smooth his ruffled feathers, cajole him into trying, but in the end I just decided it was just too much work.

“I’m doing it.” I said instead.

“And I’m telling you, I won't allow it.” Ethan growled out at me, getting into my face. "I won't put up with it."

I rolled my eyes, truly just done with his alpha male bullshit. “Then don’t. Bye.” I said and waved him away.

Ethan’s light brown eyes were rage-filled slits as he stared at me. I felt Jensen step up behind me, and knew he’d have my back. Ethan must have realized it too, cause he huffed out a childish whine and took off.

Eduardo the Extraordinary saw Ethan storm away and gave a theatrical grimace and then pretended to whisper conspiratorially to me.

“Probably better off without him, sweetie.”

More nervous laughter surrounded me and I felt a little embarrassed. But I also felt as though a big weight had been lifted off of me. 

Hmm, I thought, probably a sign I really am better off without him.

Jensen pulled me into a sideways hug and kissed the top of my head. I closed my eyes and sighed. It was exactly these moments that I loved and hated all at once. 

“Wanna bow out, darlin’?” He asked quietly, and as always his deep voice and soft drawl made me melt.

I shook my head, still holding on to the small possibility that I could finally get my seven minutes in heaven with Jensen. A voice was telling me that that was a stupid, dangerous wish - but I ignored it.

“No, I’m good.” I shrugged and laughed lightly. “What the hell? Maybe I’ll meet the man of my dreams here.” I looked up at Jensen and tried hard not to let my expression tell him, “It’s you, you idiot! Kiss me!”

Eduardo continued with the rules.

“So the way the game is played is, you'll all be given seven minutes with your anonymous partner. At the end of seven minutes there will be a soft buzzer. If you're finished, just leave. But if you both want to stay another seven minutes, you can have another seven minutes. If after 14 minutes total neither of you wants to come out, then we'll stop buzzing you guys and you can just have the rest of the hour to...get acquainted some more. There are light switches just inside the door, if at any point you want to turn the lights on. But we encourage you to at least try the first seven minutes in the dark. It's fun!!”

“We really all just wanna have a good time,” Eduardo reiterated, “so let's do that!”

There was another round of applause and cheering and Eduardo raised his arms in celebration.

“Now,” he called out over the applause,”you're all gonna leave now and be called back in, randomly one by one, and we'll show you to your door. If you're the first in the room, just wait patiently. Your partner will get there shortly and then your first seven minutes will begin.”

***

I waited in the lobby with everyone and there was a giddy kind of awkwardness in the air as we all just stood there waiting to be called. Out of the three of us, I went in first and as I looked back at Jensen he gave me a smile, but it was a slightly strange smile and I couldn't decipher it. 

I re-entered the room we just left and approached Eduardo. He smiled at me warmly.

“Alright, it’s the little mama who said ‘bye-bye’ to the man-child.” He said with a laugh.

I smiled shyly, still slightly embarrassed by it the scene we made. “Not to worry sweetie,” he said, patting my hand, “because I know JUST who to pair you with.”

He winked at me and handed me a key with the number six on it. “Enjoy!”

“Thanks.” I said quietly, my stomach nervous. 

Can I really do this, I thought? It was so unlike me, I was pretty vanilla when it came to sex and dating. So making out with a random stranger in the dark was way out of my comfort zone. But it was a fun kind of nervousness, like feeling the rollercoaster climbing upwards to that first drop. And in the back of my mind was the secret hope that the man in the dark was going to feel a little bit familiar to me.

It was hard to tell how long I waited before the door opened and someone stepped inside. The room beyond the door had been darkened so that it was almost impossible even to make out a silhouette. 

The door closed and I could feel my heart beating fast and hard. I could sense someone approaching and I bit my lip as a familiar scent hit my nose. I was sure that it was Jensen’s cologne. I’d cuddled into his sweaters enough times that I knew it well. But it wasn’t impossible that another guy wore the same kind of cologne. 

But it made all the butterflies come alive in my stomach. I held out my hand in his direction so that he would know he reached me. My hand brushed against his torso and I squeaked and then tried to stifle my giggle, trying to abide with the ‘stay quiet’ part of the game. 

The man who was possibly Jensen took hold of my hand and brought it to his lips to kiss the fingertips. I gasped lightly at the feel of the man’s full, soft lips. More proof that the man standing in front of me might just be my best friend. The hours I’d spent pining after those lips…I sighed. 

I knew them well.

He brought his hand forward, probably trying to find my cheek, but he overshot his reach and ended up sort of punching me lightly in the forehead.

I let out a small “oomph” and he let out a moan of contrition. I giggled again, and heard his answering chuckle, and I was suddenly sure that it was Jensen. It smelled like him, felt like him, and sounded like him. 

It has to be him, right? I thought to myself as he shifted his hand so it was running down my cheek. 

I remembered Eduardo’s wink and wondered if his years of matchmaking strangers had given him a sixth sense about my feelings for Jensen. Could he have been so kind as to put us together?

Long fingers gripped the side of my neck and pulled me closer to him. I could feel the heat radiating from the hard body he pressed against me and I let out an involuntary sigh. He ran his thumb over my mouth. He may have just been trying to locate it in the dark, but I took the chance to pull the tip of it into my mouth and suck gently.

A harsh grunt issued from the invisible man making my blood run hot in my veins, and it was a sound I’d imagined a million times, a sound I’d heard in so many fantasies, and I felt it shoot straight to my core.

When I let go of his thumb he wasted no time in dragging me tight against him and landing his mouth on mine. He seemed to have no trouble finding it, slotting his mouth around mine and sucking on my top lip before pushing his tongue inside and swallowing the soft moan I couldn’t contain.

I reached my arms up to loop around his neck just as he brought both his hands to cup my cheeks. His hands bumped my arms and knocked them away. We broke the kiss, laughing too much to continue. After a moment he reached out to grab my arms and wrap them around his neck. Then he slid his hands around my waist and squeezed me as he bent to kiss me again. 

His mouth was heaven, no - it was sin. Heavenly sin. He slid his lips over my jawbone and down my neck to suck on the pulse point there and I pushed one hand into his short hair, and gripped the front of his t-shirt with the other. I wanted to feel the warm skin beneath the cotton, but I didn’t want to push him too far too fast by slipping my hand under his clothes.

Suddenly the buzzer sounded and we both jumped slightly. I couldn’t believe seven minutes had passed already. We both hesitated. I was desperate for him to stay, but I wasn’t sure what to say to make it happen. In the end we both said nothing, simply melting back into each other without words.

He took hold of my hands and led me forward while he walked backwards until he hit the bed and fell, pulling me down on top of him. There was more giggling from the two of us as we rolled together so that he laid along my right side. He reached for my waistband and his fingertips skimmed along my skin just under the hem of my t-shirt, hesitating slightly in question. I nodded enthusiastically, hoping he could sense it even if he couldn’t see it and I pushed his hand farther up under my shirt so that his knuckles brushed the underside of my breast. 

He groaned and cupped me through my bra, squeezing gently and making me arch into his big hand and whimper. He grunted at the noise and then used both hands to push up my shirt and wrench down the cups of my bra. He cradled my breast in his hand and dipped his head to pull my nipple into his mouth and suck on it hard. As his lips tightened around the aching bud I spoke without thinking.

“Fuck, Jensen.”

I had moaned his name out in my restless dreams so many times that at first I didn’t realize what I’d done. In the dark, everything felt like a dream anyway, like I’d fallen into one of my fantasies. But as his mouth stilled and he pulled away slightly I was kicking myself. 

Way to go, you’ve just ruined everything! I was yelling at myself.

But before I could spiral too far down the rabbit hole the second buzzer went off. Jensen pulled me up to sitting and he pressed his mouth softly to mine, readjusting my bra and shirt.

“Y/N.” He sighed gently. “Thank god. I knew it had to be you. I know your laugh so well and the way you sigh, I’ve heard it in my dreams a thousand times. It had to be you. No one else makes me hard like this.” He slid my hand over to feel the stiff ridge behind his zipper as he slipped his mouth down to suck on a spot just behind my ear that made me shiver.

“Wait, you knew it was me?” I asked breathlessly.

“Yeah, and I just hoped to God I was right.”

“What do you mean? Since when are you interested in me like that? You’ve never said anything.”

“Me?” He said as he pulled away from me. “What about you?” He gave an exasperated laugh before standing up. “Can…can I turn on the lights? I really wanna see your face.”

“Okay.” I said softly, worried that the harsh light might ruin what we’d created between us in the quiet dark.

But when Jensen flicked on the light, only a soft, golden glow washed over us, romantic and appealing. He stood near the door and seeing him standing there, tall and solid and so fucking sexy, it made me want to jump up and devour him. 

“Goddam.” He said roughly as he looked at me, and my stomach fluttered at the look of heat and arousal that suffused his face. 

I bit my lip and he seemed to take that as hesitancy on my part. He cleared his throat and looked down at the ground. “We can be done now, if you want. I mean, we can…walk out of here and try to pretend this never happened. If you want.”

I felt my stomach plummet. “Is that what you want?”

“Fuck no.” 

His reaction made me laugh. “Good.”

But then I frowned slightly. “Though maybe we should stop. I mean at least until…you know…I mean...Stacey.”

“Finished.” He said, shaking his head. “I broke up with her before we left the lobby to come in here.”

My eyes got round and my heart squeezed tight. “Are you serious?”

He nodded and smiled softly. “Yeah, I just finally realized that I was being a dumbass. Cause I was standing there next to this woman that I didn’t even really like, and hoping and praying to end up in a room with my best friend. You know, so I could make out with her.”

I laughed again and he came to sit beside me on the bed. He reached up to run his knuckles over my cheek. “I’ve wanted you for so long, sweetheart, but you were always dating asshole after asshole.”

I spluttered a bit. “Well, you were too!”

“Only cause you were!”

We both took a big breath to continue the argument, and then let them out in another whoosh of laughter. 

“God, we’re so stupid. Do you realize how much time we’ve wasted?” He asked as he plucked my bottom lip with his thumb.

I shook my head. “Then let's not waste anymore.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He said with a grin.

His eyes softened as he leaned down to kiss me; his lips were barely a whisper against mine, teasing them, brushing so softly that I whined my complaint.

“Jensen. Please kiss me for real. I've waited so long for you.”

He nodded as he breathed against my lips. “Me too, darlin’, me too.” 

He lifted me up, moving me so that I was straddling his lap. He pushed his hands into my hair and held my head in place so he could lick open my lips and plunge his tongue inside. He kissed me thoroughly, tasting every inch of my mouth and then sucking on my bottom lip.

He only broke off our heated kisses so he could pull my t-shirt over my head. He tossed it aside and exhaled slowly, reverently running his fingers across the tops of my breasts. He reached around and easily unhooked my bra and tossed it on top of my shirt on the floor. 

He shifted us on the bed, laying me beneath him, and rose to his knees to pull his t-shirt off. I licked my lips as I looked at his beautiful, naturally muscled torso. I'd seen him without his shirt before - at the beach, or when he’d play “skins” during a shirts and skins pick up game. But this was the first time I was allowed to reach out and touch him like I’d wanted to every time.

I traced my fingers down his ribcage and over his flat stomach. His muscles contracted at my touch and it was probably the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen. 

He lowered himself down so he was on his hands and knees hovering above me. He kissed me again, aggressively, moaning down my throat and then leaning on his elbows so he could suck my left nipple into his mouth, before grasping it with his teeth and tugging hard.

I arched off the bed and dragged my nails across his wide shoulders.

“Unf, fuck!” He growled harshly as he moved his mouth down my body, trailing hot, wet kisses across my skin. When he reached my waistband, he looked up at me with a question in his eyes.

I nodded. “Yes.” was all I could say. I was desperate to feel him closer, to pull him inside me. 

He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down before grabbing them, along with my panties, and peeling them down my legs until I was naked under his scorching hot gaze. He was so unbearably beautiful as he contemplated all of me, his expression ravenous and aching. 

It was more than I ever could have imagined and it made me reach for him and push down his jeans and underwear too, letting him kick them off while I got my first look at his thick, marbled cock. It left me drooling and I groaned harshly as he wrapped his fist around it and pumped himself lazily a few times. 

Then he lowered himself to lay between my legs, his face level with my dripping cunt. 

“Christ sweetheart, you're mouth-watering.” He murmured seconds before he began his oral torture. He began slowly, small kitten licks and nibbles to my pulsing clit, followed by long, undulating swipes with his wide, talented tongue.

He built the pressure gradually, torturously, until I was almost weeping with want, thrusting my hips against his sinful, sensual mouth and begging him to take me over the edge.

His hair stood on end from my fingers gripping it and pulling it. He let me tug and yank all I wanted, but it never made him change the course he wanted to take. If he wanted to slow down and suck ever so softly on my clit, no amount of hair-pulling from me was going to change that.

I was shaking with need, making animalistic noises that had never come out of my mouth before. Then he speared me with his tongue and pushed two fingers inside my pussy to press perfectly against my sweet spot. I screamed and climaxed harder than I ever had before. 

But it was just the beginning. 

Every time my orgasm started to wane, Jensen would just start working me up all over again. I'd desperately pant out that I couldn't possibly come again, but he'd promise me I could do one more. He always got his way, and a few minutes later I'd be screaming again and gushing over his chin.

Finally he kissed his way back up my body, nibbling on my pulse point as he reached into the drawer in the small bedside table and chuckled.

He pulled out a condom and ripped it open with his teeth. “They have thought of everything haven't they?”

I sighed deeply, knowing that I would be eternally grateful to this place for giving me this beautiful man at last. He rolled the condom on and then rested on his elbows as he slid slowly into my swollen, pulsing cunt. 

His teeth were bared as he bottomed out, the veins on his neck bulging slightly. 

“Fuck, fuck.” Was all he managed to mumble as he buried his face in the side of my neck. 

I ran my hands over his perfectly muscled back and felt as though I was floating away. He filled me so tightly, so completely that it was the first time I truly understood the idea of sex being two people joining as one. This was what lovemaking and sex was supposed to feel like: overwhelming pleasure and endless, boundless connection.

It brought tears to my eyes and I whispered in his ear, my voice barely a whisper. 

“I love you, Jensen.”

He pushed up so he could meet my gaze. He saw my tears and gently kissed each of my eyelids before brushing his lips over mine. 

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled and it felt like the sun on my face. “I’ve loved you forever.”

“Me too.” I said, voice slightly choked. “And I will keep on loving you forever.”

“Me too.”

He kissed me again, and then we began to move together, our bodies moving in a perfect give and take, push and pull. I ran my fingers over his taut, warm skin, and he pushed his blunt fingertips against mine, dimpling my flesh and finding every sensitive spot to lavish with attention.

He slid his thumb down to press against my clit as he watched himself move in and out of my body. I clutched at his forearms and he pulled me up so I was straddling his thighs and riding his cock. His arm curled around my waist and he helped rise and fall on his cock as we both chased our highs. He was tugging at my nipples and sucking on my tongue and then he pumped his hips deep and hard one more time and everything exploded around me again.

I'd lost count of the number of orgasms he'd pulled out of my pliant and boneless body.

But this time I felt him fall with me. I heard him shout out a short, deep cry of bliss before he turned his head and bit into my neck gently, to quiet himself. His hips spasmed, bucking into me a few more times, slamming me against him and making my whole body quiver. 

Finally we tumbled down to the messy sheets and clung to each other as we tried to catch our breath. 

Jensen pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash before pushing my sweaty hair off my forehead and placing a kiss there. I wrapped my leg over his hip and began licking and sucking at the salty skin along his collarbone.

A thought occurred to me as our breathing eventually returned to normal.

“They're gonna kick us out of here right away.”

Jensen looked at the clock on the wall and shook his head. “N’ah! We still got like seven minutes.” He grinned at me wickedly. “And I can do a lot to this incredible body of yours in seven minutes.”

“Prove it!” I challenged as I began tickling his side and then giggling breathlessly as he grabbed hold of my wandering hands and slammed them onto the mattress on either side of my head.

He kissed me breathless again and then spoke deep and luscious in my ear. “You asked for it, sweetheart.”

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[louddydisturb]

Salvatore

Louis era presidente dos estados unidos e bem, suas relações eram bem estritas até ele conhecer harry, a esposa de seu presidente das relações internas e a ultima pessoa que ele deveria desenvolver interesse

Harry, 27

Louis, 38

Tw: h! Mulhercis, traição, desuso de camisinha, breeding kink

Ib: anon

(Confesso que não é a minha favorita mas ta ai levemente atrasada pq era pra ter sido postada ontem)

Boa leitura!

Sol.

“Sr. Tomlinson, o presidente do departamento de relações internas acabou de passar na portaria” melanie, sua assistente, informa fazendo louis bufar baixinho antes de se levantar para ir ate o portão principal

Os olhos azuis observam a suv preta estacionar no jardim e no exato momento que a porta do passageiro se abre louis sabe que vai ter um bom entretenimento na reuniao

“Deixe-me lhe ajudar” tomlinson se apressa em pegar na mão delicada cheia de aneis e ajudar a cacheada a descer do carro

“Oh não era preciso, senhor presidente” ela responde envergonhada

“Sr. Tomlinson! Depois de quase 5 meses finalmente conseguimos conciliar as agendas” o modo que ethan tentava parecer casual irritava tomlinson no nivel que ele adiou ao maximo essa reuniao, mas querendo ou não ele continuava sendo o presidente e essa reunião tinha que acontecer

“Realmente sr. Jones, ultimamente estive em muitas reuniões na europa e quase não parei na america” louis caminha até a sala de reunião seguido do casal

“A sra. jones vai participar da reunião?” Os olhos verdes encaram louis pela primeira vez

“Sra. styles” ela corrige calmamente

“Ah não trocou para o nome do marido, interessante”

“Sim harry vai participar, alem de ser minha esposa ela me ajuda com muitas coisas na politica tambem” louis assente simples

“Aceitam café, chá, agua?” Ele senta na grande cadeira de couro preta na ponta da mesa

“Estamos bem, obrigado” ethan responde e harry apenas assente “podemos começar?”

“Prossiga”

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Ethan discursava algum assunto que não fazia o minimo sentido, deixando Louis literalmente entediado com toda essa perca de tempo. Porem a vista de harry brincando com os anéis em seus dedos ou apenas observando o arredor fazia louis suportar essa reunião

“Sim, eu acho que isso é realmente um ponto que precisa de mais atenção” louis apoia o antebraço na mesa, ele não fazia a minima ideia do que realmente se tratava

“Que bom que concorda comigo, senhor presidente. Apresentei essa pauta para presidentes de outros setores mas nenhum realmente entendeu a mensagem que eu queria passar”

“É realmente um tema complicado” louis beberica o chá “mas acredito que seja isso por hoje, certo?”

“Sim, espero que analise com mais calma”

“Com certeza vou, pode deixar os documentos com a minha secretaria” louis termina o chá antes de se levantar para se despedir do casal “alias, no proximo domingo vou estar fazendo um churrasco com alguns amigos de longa data, querem vir? Vou trazer blake tambem e mais algumas crianças então se quiserem trazer seus filhos não tem nenhum problema” tomlinson sorri amigavel

“Ah não temos filhos ainda mas pode contar com a nossa presença”

“Otimo, às 16:00”

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“Jones e styles! Que bom ver vocês” louis abre a porta sorrindo animado com uma lata de cerveja na mão

O mais velho usava um calção de banho liso junto com uma camisa de botão e uns oculos escuros redondos que ornavam perfeitamente com seu rosto

“Pode me chamar só de ethan, não estamos em horario de trabalho, estamos?”

“Certo, podem entrar! o pessoal ja ta na area e ignorem a bagunça blake, mason e luke ja tocaram o terror”

Louis jurava que ele não ia esquecer a visão de harry com um vestidinho delicado e os cachos soltos em uma cascata de chocolate

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“Blake é adoravel” louis escuta a voz suave de harry se aproximando de si

“Ele é um pestinha mas é adoravel, gosto de como ele eleva a energia de casa” o tomlinson traga o cigarro lentamente observando harry se apoiar na parede ao seu lado

“Crianças são realmente otimas para aumentar a energia do lugar” harry brinca com o colarzinho delicado em seu pescoço

“Porque vocês não tiveram filhos ainda? Se me permite perguntar é claro, ouvi falar que vocês estão casados a muito tempo já”

“Não é como se já não tivessemos planejado mas as coisas são… complicadas” louis olha a cacheada atentamente

“Ethan não ta dando conta do recado” ele brinca

“Eu acho que o problema é comigo” harry cruza os braços contra sua barriga sentindo suas bochechas arderem “eu devo ser infertil”

“Ethan falou isso?”

“Não! Bem, na verdade foi a minha sogra mas ele tambem não me defendeu”

“Babaca” louis fala baixinho antes de jogar a bituca do cigarro no chão e pisar apagando o resto da chama

“Oi?” Ela o olha em confusão

“Se ele fosse um homem de verdade ele no minimo tinha que ter ficado do teu lado” louis fala como se falasse o obvio

“As coisas são complicadas mas ethan é um bom marido”

“Ah ele é?”

“Sim! Olha, ele sempre me elogia quando me arrumo para alguma reunião, ele sempre sorri e agradece quando eu faço algo e ele sempre me deixa comprar tudo oque eu quero”

“É isso? A parte de ‘ele me fode tão bem que nunca pensei em procurar outro’ tambem é verdade?”

“Sr. Tomlinson!?” Harry sentia suas bochechas queimarem

“Oque? Você é jovem, harry. Nós dois sabemos que essa relação é só por dinheiro” louis se aproxima vendo harry ficar tensa contra a parede

“Do que está falando? Ethan e eu nos amamos”

“Amam? Se eu te beijasse agora você iria me empurrar, certo?” A mão tatuada pousa na cintura de harry que o encara silenciosamente

O perfume forte de louis nublou todos os sentidos de harry e no momento seguinte a unica coisa que harry sentia era o aperto forte e os labios de louis contra os seus

Era um beijo afoito e quente, a unhas curtinhas arranham os ombros de louis por dentro da camisa e seu corpo era pressionado contra a parede atrás de si

“Já tenho minha conclusão” ele se afasta abruptamente fazendo harry soltar um suspiro insatisfeita

“E-eu vou voltar para a sala” harry fala rapido e logo caminhando de pressa para dentro da casa

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“[localização: abrir no mapa]

Vai nesse endereço, amanhã 19:00 hrs

- louis x”

Foi oque harry recebeu de um numero desconhecido enquanto saia de uma reunião, ela não duvidava que realmente era louis

Se ela duvidasse ela não estaria caminhando para a porta do hotel 5 estrelas e muito menos estaria nervosa em ter que encontrar o mais velho depois do que aconteceu alguns dias atras

“Que bom que veio” ele a cumprimenta com um beijo na bochecha enquanto sorria amigavel

“Posso saber o motivo? Não é um horario muito comum para marcar reuniões, sr. Tomlinson” os olhos verdes o encaram friamente

“Você já vai saber, vamos só preciso pegar a chave do quarto” harry sente suas pernas fraquejarem ao que louis apoia a mão no final de sua coluna enquanto caminha calmamente ao seu lado

O elevador abre direto em um quarto que parecia mais um apartamento dentro do hotel, era no ultimo andar e voce tinha logo a visão de uma sala de estar e mesa de jantas em tons de cinza, bege e branco

“Esse apartamento é meu então pode fazer oque quiser” louis tira o terno preto e deixa no encosto de uma das cadeiras

“Me chamou pra mostrar o quanto de dinheiro você tem?”

“Não necessariamente” harry observa os braços fortes tornearem sua cintura e então sente a respiração calma de louis em seu pescoço “é apenas um extra” ele afasta os cachos e deixa uma pequena mordida na curva do pescoço lisinho “indo direto ao assunto, quantas vezes teve um orgasmo nos ultimos 5 anos de casamento, harry?”

“Meio direto demais, não acha” ela se desvencilha do aperto de louis e se afasta caminhando até o sofá grande no meio da sala

“É só uma proposta, se não quiser pode ir embora ou até mesmo passar a noite aqui sem problemas mas se quiser não acho que va se arrepender. Apenas uma descontração, uma noite e depois podemos esquecer tudo se quiser” ele senta do lado da cacheada que o observava apreensiva

“Fala isso para todas?”

“Eu continuo sendo o presidente desse pais, você é praticamente a unica”

“Somente uma noite?”

“Gosta de fazer perguntas né? Se quiser mais de uma tambem não reclamo” a ponta dos dedos de louis passeiam pelo encosto do sofá “apenas uma proposta”

“Talvez eu considere essa proposta” harry se aproxima puxando a gravata de louis levemente “ainda estou em duvida” ela cola seus labios no dele, o cheiro de café e tabaco voltando a inundar seus sentidos como inundou dias atrás

Louis a puxa para seu colo fazendo o vestidinho subir e falhar no trabalho de cobrir o corpo em seu colo

Harry rebolava devagar em seu colo sentindo o pau duro embaixo de si, louis suspira em meio ao beijo antes de levantar caminhando desengonçado com a cacheada em seu colo

Eles entram no quarto amplo e harry não demora para sentir o colchão macio contra sua costa

Louis se encaixa entre as coxas de harry, essa que tentava abrir a camisa social branca mas sem muito sucesso, resultando em botões espalhados pelo chão

O ziper do vestidinho é aberto por louis, liberando os seios cheinhos livres de qualquer sutiã

“Você me deixou louco, amor. Desde daquela maldita reunião” ele lambe uma trilha desde do mamilo durinho até o pescoço de harry deixando um chupão singelo “eu não conseguia pensar em outra coisa” harry observa os olhos azuis tomado pelo preto ao que louis volta a chupar e mordiscar seu peito enquanto brincava com o outro

“Lou… louis porfavor…” harry não tinha ideia pelo oque ela pedia

“Que educada, amor. É bom saber que não é só mais uma putinha mimada” ele deixa um tapa no seio babado antes de terminar de tirar o vestido delicado, deixando-a apenas com a lingerie rendada

Harry engatinha até louis que estava de joelhos na ponta da cama e não demora para abrir o ziper da calça social desajeitadamente

Louis ajuda empurrando a calça e a cueca para baixo fazendo o pau duro bater em seu baixo ventre

Ele podia jurar que os olhos verdes brilharam ao que ela envolveu o falo em sua mão e começou uma punheta lenta

Louis geme rouco sentindo harry lamber a fenda vermelinha que vazava pré-gozo aos montes

Harry se levanta e empurra os ombros largos até louis deitar na cama macia, ela senta em cima do peitoral do mais velho antes de se inclinar e voltar a colocar o pau duro na boca

“Caralho” ele aperta a bunda macia e afasta a calcinha deixando a bucetinha molhada toda a mostra, ele suga o clitoris devagar fazendo harry se apoiar em suas coxas gemendo baixinho

As unhas apertam as coxas de louis usando de apoio para rebolar devagar contra o rosto do maior, esse que gemia se sentindo praticamente sufocado entre as coxas da cacheada

“Não seja egoista, amor” louis volta a forçar harry contra seu propio pau

Ele penetrava a lingua na entradinha de harry e estocava contra a garganta dela que gemia sequer conseguindo pensar algo direito

Ter harry gozando e gemendo contra seu pau foi o limite para louis que gozou sujando as bochechas vermelhas de harry

Harry deita no lado de louis, esse que a puxa para um beijo calmo

Ele acariciava a cintura de harry enquanto fazia uma trilha de beijos até a barriga lisinha da mulher

“Lou… ta sensível” ela aperta as coxas sentindo louis deixar uma mordida em seu baixo ventre

“Você é tão gostosa, amor” louis abre as pernas de harry novamente e se encaixa ali “seria ótimo ver a cara do trouxa do teu marido depois de nove meses vendo o bebe nascer com olhos azuis” ele se inclina mordiscando o pescoço alvo e roçando sua ereção contra o grelinho molhado “você quer isso, harry?”

“Louis…” ela arranha os ombros de louis sentindo ele ameaçar a penetrar

“Quer isso?” Os olhos azuis a encaravam no fundo dos olhos

“Sim… eu quero” Louis por fim estoca contra a entradinha apertada fazendo harry puxar os lençóis brancos em busca de algum apoio

“Caralho tão apertada” harry podia jurar que aquela era a melhor visão que ela poderia ter, o torso suado de louis brilhando na pouca luz do quarto, a franja bagunçada e os músculos de seus braços ressaltando toda vez que ele estocava contra si

Harry gemia alto sentindo louis fundo em si, literalmente toda vez que ele a penetrava um pequeno relevo se formava em sua barriga

“Goza em mim, lou” ela puxa louis para perto de si, beijando os lábios fininhos “me da um bebê, lou”

Louis sentiu seu baixo ventre revirar e foi impossível segurar o orgasmo com o tanto que a entradinha molhada o apertava

Harry gozou novamente sentindo a porra quente a preencher até vazar melando suas coxas

“Tem vários nenens agora” ele deita ao lado de harry a puxando para o seu peito e tentando regular a sua respiração, a mulher ainda tinha pequenos espasmos e se aconchegava devagar contra o pescoço de louis, pela primeira vez desejando que esse momento nunca acabasse

[mcrisowl]

𖤐˚｡⋆ ♥︎ ₊˚. Aparentemente a morte está de olho na presença de MARISOL CASTILLO. Quando o vôo 317 caiu, SOL tinha apenas VINTE E DOIS anos e a floresta reconhece como a CORUJA. Atualmente ela está com TRINTA E SETE anos e é conhecida como ESCRITORA, algo esperado considerando a reputação marcada por ser RESERVADA, embora também seja RESILIENTE. Ela decidiu FICAR em Hanover depois do resgate. A floresta lhe deseja boa sorte e tome cuidado com a morte, ou não! 

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Ojos abiertos, la boca en llanto, no conozco el sueño desde el último verano.

Os Castillos vem de uma longa geração de curandeiros e médiuns na pacata Hanover, sendo uma das famílias que começou a povoar a cidade. Originários dos povos nativo mexicanos, o chamado além sempre esteve presente nos rituais mais comuns da família - às árvores plantadas no terreno, às orações em todos os momentos rotineiros, às velas espalhadas pela casa, aos altares criados em culto aos que já foram e todos os amuletos que cada membro carrega consigo, passados de geração a geração. Sol cresceu em meio a isso, e por tanto achar comum, podia ser vista por vezes como excêntrica por quem era de fora.

Ainda que não tivesse vergonha de ser quem era, Marisol sempre foi mais reservada e na sua. A mãe conta que, por tantas vidas passadas sofridas, nesta Sol viera com o plano de se resguardar mais para tentar ter menos danos. O que, parecia uma verdade incontestável, porém, não impossibilitou que a menina sentisse. Se não tinha redes sociais por conta da introspecção, também era mais solitária, fazendo com que toda mediunidade que transparecesse e seus costumes acarretassem em olhares feios em sua direção.

Achou que a entrada na universidade melhoraria sua condição, mas logo percebeu o erro - apesar de sua paixão, o curso de literatura aflorava a solidão, tanto sua quanto dos outros alunos, e ela mais uma vez se via presa a uma amarra. A viagem de integração, portanto, lhe caiu como uma luva. Mas algo já parecia errado no momento em que pisou os pés no aeroporto. E com o presságio, seu destino foi selado com os outros sobreviventes no que eles chamaram de floresta.

Entregué la creación a mi linaje, y dejé que el silencio se quebrara con un susurro viejo traído por el viento.

Foram os piores meses da sua vida. Com a mediunidade aflorada, as visões a acompanhavam a cada passo. Tentou avisar, tentou dizer que algo estava errado com aquele lugar, mas até as coisas acontecerem de fato, era apenas taxada como maluca por aqueles que não acreditavam no além. O destino de sofrimento que tentou evitar neste reencarnação, como disse sua mãe, havia lhe mostrado que não seria assim tão fácil de escapar e, muito menos, de sucumbi-lo.

A floresta lhe levou coisas importantes. Sua sanidade, sua ingenuidade - sua perna esquerda. A volta foi dolorosa, e os questionamentos que recebia eram respondidos com silêncio. Ficou meses sem falar coisas coerentes - tudo era confuso, tudo era errado. A reabilitação aconteceu quando, em meio a essa confusão mental, voltou a escrever. Escrevia o que pensava, escrevia em metáforas poemas que aliviavam o sofrimento psicológico. Começou com diários físicos, passando para blogs até de fato publicar, acabando por crescer na comunidade literária de espiritualidade.

Com isso, também começou a ser mais procurada. A fama dos Castillo sobre a espiritualidade lhe concedeu o papel que antes era exercido por sua avó, realizando leituras e premonições para a comunidade de Hanover e externa. Seu destino estava selado a permanecer ali, e mesmo que relutasse, Sol entendia que não poderia ir contra o plano traçado.

Ojo con ojo, aliento mezclado, nos despojamos como si el mundo mirara, de la forma más extraña y sagrada.

A morte de Ethan já vinha em sonhos para ela, ainda que em forma de enigmas - e com o trauma da floresta, não ousou falar sem a permissão de quem participava de suas premonições. Sente que as coisas estão prestes a mudar novamente, e não sabe se terá forças para continuar, como há quinze anos atrás.

[sinnerwclf]

Aparentemente a morte está de olho na presença de FINNEGAN BENNETT COOPER. Quando o vôo 317 caiu, FINN tinha apenas 20 ANOS e a floresta reconhece como O LOBO. Atualmente ele está com 35 ANOS e é conhecido como MARCENEIRO, algo esperado considerando a reputação marcada por ser METÓDICO, embora também seja RESILIENTE. Ele decidiu ficar em Hanover depois do resgate. A floresta lhe deseja boa sorte e tome cuidado com a morte, ou não!

༄ ⸺ TRIVIA.

Mora sozinho e tem como companhia uma cachorra golden chamada Nina.

Detesta falar sobre o seu passado e atualmente se apresenta como Cooper no lugar de Finn para evitar curiosidades a seu respeito.

Tem uma oficina de marcenaria em casa, onde restaura móveis e recebe diversas encomendas das cidades vizinhas.

Tem insônia, é ansioso e para relaxar e manter a mente ocupada, Finn costuma fazer crochê e participar dos bingos no asilo local. Para ele é terapêutico cuidar dos mais velhos.

Depois do resgate, Finn não manteve contato com nenhum dos sobreviventes. A última vez que foi atrás de alguém, foi de Ethan para tentar evitar o pior.

༄ ⸺ STORY.

Para alguns, ou melhor, para a grande maioria ter um filho homem é motivo de alegria, especialmente para os pais já que as mães, não todas obviamente, sempre esperam por uma menina para cuidarem como se fossem uma boneca. Finn não teve tanta sorte assim e, sinceramente, independente do seu gênero isso nunca mudaria o modo como seu pai lhe tratava dentro de casa. Sempre ouviu coisas como "é o jeito dele", "ele é assim porque te ama", mas Finn não conseguia acreditar. Nada parecia ser bom o suficiente para arrancar um sorriso de seu pai. Sua mãe, por outro lado, buscava compensar as falhas do marido com o filho, sempre lhe dando o dobro de atenção, carinho e principalmente amor. Era ela quem tentava remediar as brigas quando Finn não trazia um resultado acadêmico perfeito ou beirando ao impossível que seu pai queria, mas ele tentava. Céus, como ele tentava. Não era à toa que muitos o chamavam de nerd na escola e isso pareceu se estender ainda mais para a faculdade. Ali o peso era maior, tanto que ele assumia a frente nos trabalhos em grupo para que tudo saísse como o planejado. Não ligava, apesar de ser bem cansativo, de fazer tudo sozinho se isso fosse lhe render uma nota alta.

Sua vida não era problemática, tirando o pai carrasco, Finn foi uma criança alegre e que adorava usar da imaginação na hora de brincar. Mesmo repreendido – em muitos casos – não deixava de fazer aquilo que sentia vontade. Apesar da fama de nerd, tinha bons amigos no colégio e diversos conhecidos na faculdade, tanto que foram eles quem o incentivaram a cair de cabeça naquela viagem. Era a oportunidade perfeita para mostrar para seu pai – e para provar a ele mesmo – do que era capaz. Traumas? Medos? Ele não tinha nenhum, na verdade, seu último medo foi quando tinha oito anos e jurou ter visto algo na janela do seu quarto durante uma tempestade. Claro que sua mãe o convenceu de que aquilo era só fruto de sua curiosidade em assistir filmes que não condiziam com sua idade. Depois daquilo, Finn não teve medo de mais nada.

Por mais que não possuísse um diagnóstico, já que para seu pai frequentar terapeutas e psiquiatras era um desperdício de dinheiro, Finn sabia que era ansioso dada a pressão que sofria. Para reverter episódios de crises e externar o que sentia, passou a focar seu tempo livre em livros, desenhos e até artesanato. Claro, ele não seguiria nenhuma daquelas profissões porque o seu sonho era ter sua própria empresa de software, mas encontrou naqueles hobbies uma forma de terapia.

O Finn que retornou depois de sobreviver naquela queda não era mais o mesmo que seus pais ou amigos de faculdade conheciam. A alegria e inocências em seus olhos haviam desaparecido, suas noites de sono foram tomadas por pesadelos que lhe causaram insônia por anos. Seu rendimento e dedicação eram inexistentes, terminou a faculdade por terminar, por ouvir de seus pais que seria ótimo manter a mente ocupada com estudos. Eles se mudaram depois que Finn conseguiu seu diploma, buscando recomeçar em outro lugar onde ninguém os conhecia ou ficaria os enchendo com questionamentos que davam gatilhos em si. Seu sonho de ter uma empresa? Morreu naquela floresta junto com os outros, tanto que topou o primeiro trabalho em uma empresa e ali ficou por três anos.

Três anos foi o tempo que Finn levou para conhecer sua ex esposa, se envolver e até arriscar um futuro com a mulher. O problema? As perguntas. Durante o namoro ela evitava entrar naquela zona conturbada, respeitava quando evitava falar a respeito ou se abrir. Ele não conseguia fazer isso nem com sua psicóloga. Com o casamento as coisas se tornaram mais complicadas, seus momentos de silencio e até mesmo os pesadelos que lhe tiravam a paz passaram a incomodar a mulher. As brigas começaram cedo, ela dizia que aguentar um trauma que não compreendia era difícil, que ela tentava ajudar e era sempre empurrada para longe como se Finn não a quisesse por perto. Ele nunca a culpou por desistir, mas também não se esforçou para salvar o casamento quando a crise o afundou e o divorcio veio um ano depois.

Morar em Los Angeles também não ajudava, mesmo que no começo uma cidade enorme como aquela tenha contribuído com novas experiencias, Finn ainda se sentia sufocado no final do dia. Seus pais foram contra, mas ele retornou para Hanover mesmo assim. Com o dinheiro que tinha juntado alugou uma casa mais afastada do pequeno centro e no começo trabalhou como garçom no Molly’s até se estabelecer melhor. As pessoas já não eram tão curiosas assim, muitos até fingiam que aquele acidente nunca aconteceu só para evitar qualquer desconforto em sua presença. Seus antigos hobbies no final se tornaram o seu ganha pão. Finn passou a trabalhar como marceneiro na pequena cidade, especializando-se na criação de moveis e até objetos de decoração. Como passa tempo, para ajudar durante as noites em claro, se reuniu com um grupo de senhoras e se tornou o neto de todas elas durante as aulas de crochê. E vida parecia ir bem pela primeira vez em anos até a morte de Ethan.

[threnodians]

𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇・𝟑𝟐・𝐒𝐇𝐄 ⌇ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘・𝐄𝐒𝐅𝐏-𝐓・𝟒𝐖𝟓

𝐏/𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓・𝐅/𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓・𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐋𝐋・𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍 & 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆・𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

𝐍𝐎𝐍–𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘・𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐈𝐃・𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐑

𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐗 ⌇ 𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎–𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋・𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 — ⟮so many & in no particular order⟯

𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒 — studio ghibli films・the lord of the rings films・the hobbit films・jurassic park films・stardust・moulin rouge・alien films・five nights at freddy’s・coraline・pride and prejudice ⟮2005⟯・final fantasy vii: advent children・demon slayer: mugen train・jujutsu kaisen volume 0

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 & 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐒 — all of j.r.r. tolkien’s works・the hunger games series・scout・blood moon・fields of asphodel・shepherds of haven・the wayhaven chronicles・the night market

𝐓𝐕 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐒 — fallout・the last of us・what we do in the shadows・the dragon prince・castlevania・avatar: the last airbender・the legend of korra・parks and recreation・stranger things・the witcher・adventure time・do all of markiplier’s videos count?

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐄 & 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐀 — haikyuu!!・demon slayer ⌇ kimetsu no yaiba・jujutsu kaisen・fruits basket ⟮2019⟯・tokyo revengers・sk8 the infinity・attack on titan ⌇ shingeki no kyojin・bleach・bleach: thousand year blood war・naruto shippuden・inuyasha・inuyasha: the final act・fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood

𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 & 𝐌𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 — honkai: star rail・wuthering waves・love & deepspace・all of the mass effect games・all of the dragon age games except for veilguard・the elder scrolls online・the elder scrolls v: skyrim・baldur’s gate 3・final fantasy vii remake・final fantasy vii: crisis core reunion・final fantasy vii rebirth・kingdom hearts i・kingdom hearts ii・fallout 4・cyberpunk 2077・resident evil ⟮but only the ones with leon or ethan⟯・five nights at freddy’s・horizon: zero dawn・horizon: forbidden west

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 — ⟮animal care is my passion⟯

nagini ⟮female normal ball python⟯・cole ⟮male blue-eyed leucistic ball python⟯・smaug ⟮male normal tarahumara mountain dwarf boa⟯・poe ⟮male normal kenyan sand boa⟯・coraline ⟮female harlequin crested gecko⟯・jinora ⟮female harlequin crested gecko⟯・pip ⟮female aptor leopard gecko⟯・luke ⟮male albino rabbit⟯・luna ⟮female black long–haired cat⟯・ruby ⟮female classic tabby cat⟯・sir reginald of bookshelf ⟮male orange cat⟯・oliver ⟮male grey cat⟯・sprinkles ⟮female chaco golden knee tarantula⟯

[dallaswinstontruther]

⋆˚࿔ introduction 𝜗𝜚˚

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋welcome to my blog!!

my name is jane and i ‪‪❤︎‬ ‪‪❤︎‬ ‪‪❤︎‬ matt dillon

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little about me ⊹ ࣪ ˖

𝄞⨾ movies: stand by me, bones and all, paris texas, au revoir les efants, attack the block, to die for, the virgin suicides, priscilla, rumble fish, drugstore cowboy, the outsiders, paranoid park, dead poets society, running on empty, good will hunting, school ties, mid90s, waves, before sunrise, enteral sunshine of the spotless mind, detention, drop dead gorgeous, the holdovers, my own private idaho, sleepers, ghost world, dangerous lives of altar boys, aftersun, dazed and confused, asteroid city, over the edge

artists: lana del rey, radiohead, jeff buckley, polvo, my bloody valentine, blood orange, air, fiona apple, wallows, frank ocean, elliot smith, the sundays, boa, lizzy mcalpine

actors: matt dillon, river phoenix, ethan hawke, timothèe chalamet, kieran culkin, corey haim, josh harnett

actresses: kirsten dunst, kate winslet, taylor russel, cailee spaney, natalie portman, diane lane, cristina ricci

hobbies: photography, filmmaking, drums, editing

random: infp, leo sun, cancer moon, capricorn rising, she/her

fictional characters: todd anderson, chris chambers, maren yearly, bonnie lisbon, laura palmer, ray (mid90s), peeta mellark, ponyboy curtis, layla (buffalo 66), sam weir, remi (close), dallas winston

directors: sofia coppola, gus van sant, & peter weir

matt movies: drugstore cowboy, to die for, over the edge, asteroid city, & the outsiders !!

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ i post mostly the outsiders and anything related to matt dillon

dms are always open !!💋

[kcleidoscope]

*Kiss their forehead*

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀↬⠀⠀a  new  ( +1 )  message  just  arrived  !

🎧⠀⠀𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙔⠀𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂⠀⠀[  .  .  .   ]⠀⠀rosyln⠀—⠀bon iver

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a chuva castigava o circuito, um som ritmado contra o teto metálico da garagem azul, que parecia amplificar sua impaciência. o treino já havia sido interrompido duas vezes e anita tentava conter a frustração enquanto os carros voltavam gradualmente para suas respectivas garagens. mais uma batida, dessa vez um dos rookies contra a barreira de proteção, e seu coração apertou como sempre acontecia quando pensava na possibilidade de ser ethan. o pensamento sequer precisava se concretizar para deixá-la ansiosa. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀um trovão cortou o céu não muito longe dali e ela deu um pequeno salto antes de se obrigar a manter os olhos na tela, assistindo ao retorno do carro número 2. o alívio veio com um suspiro baixo assim que o viu cruzar a entrada da garagem — seguro, inteiro. a sensação de frustração pelo clima instável ainda estava ali, mas se misturava ao orgulho por ver ethan entregando uma performance tão forte dentro do carro, mesmo com as condições adversas. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀assim que ele saiu do cockpit, os mecânicos se apressaram ao redor, mas os olhos dele foram direto para ela. anita foi ao seu encontro sem hesitar, recebendo-o com um sorriso. e então, sem aviso, sentiu o toque quente dos lábios dele contra sua testa. foi um gesto simples, mas carregado de um carinho que fez seu peito se apertar de um jeito diferente. um pequeno riso escapou dela antes que retribuísse o gesto com um beijo rápido no queixo dele.⠀⠀❛❛⠀⠀foi uma boa performance.⠀⠀❜❜⠀⠀comentou, mantendo o olhar fixo no dele.⠀⠀❛❛⠀⠀agora só precisamos esperar a chuva diminuir.⠀⠀❜❜⠀⠀e, com sorte, voltar para a pista.

[kaiunomeupapin]

#ㅤ⠀˛ㅤ⠀⋆   𝗂'𝗆  𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠  𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻'  𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇  𝗂  𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍  𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺  𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧  𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋  𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 ,  𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾  𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌  𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏'  𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇  𝗒𝗈𝗎  𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡  𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾  𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾  𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺  𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭   𓂃    𝗂  𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺  𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌  ,  𝖻𝗎𝗍  𝗂  𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍  𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺  𝒔𝒆𝒆  𝗒𝗈𝗎  𝐜𝐫𝐲  .

ㅤ౨ৎ ㅤ𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗜-𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗢 !ㅤ, ㅤ*     boas  vindas  à  mansão  umbra  ,  kai  armstrong  !  você  chamou  a  atenção  de  larc  crimson  com  a  habilidade  de  manipulação  do  medo  há  dez  anos  .  desde  então  ,  foi  batizado  como  hellish  e  ocupa  o  cargo  de  técnico  .  embora  tenha  apenas  trinta  anos  ,  suas  responsabilidades  como  vilão  não  serão  um  peso  fácil  para  carregar  ,  afinal  ,  deixar  nova  york  e  ignorar  sua  imprudência  e  impiedade  ,  permanecendo  apenas  comunicativo  e  decisivo  ,  é  um  fardo  enorme  até  para  um  extraordinário  .

* 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. 　* 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 　* 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.    * 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬.

aesthetics    :      mentiras  que  parecem  genuínas  ,  levantar  o  dedo  médio  como  resposta  para  tudo  ,  tempestades  ,  o  cheiro  de  cigarro  grudado  nas  roupas  ,  tragédias  gregas  ,  tatuagens  por  todo  o  corpo  ,  camisetas  aleatórias  de  bandas  .

꣑୧ㅤㅤ𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆  𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏  𝒂  𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 ⠀ ˒       ethan  armstrong  sempre  acreditou  na  stargate  .  era  difícil  não  acreditar  .  em  sua  área  de  atuação  —  análise  de  riscos  e  segurança  corporativa  —  ele  passara  anos  observando  os  impactos  positivos  que  a  empresa  trazia  para  a  sociedade  .  viver  em  um  bairro  onde  os  índices  de  criminalidade  caíam  ano  após  ano  e  ver  os  heróis  da  stargate  transformando  tragédias  em  milagres  o  deixava  impressionado  .  quando  conseguiu  um  emprego  na  corporação  ,  sentiu-se  finalmente  parte  de  algo  maior  .  o  cargo  não  era  de  destaque  —  começou  como  um  analista  júnior  em  um  setor  de  inteligência  operacional  —  ,  mas  a  estabilidade  financeira  e  os  benefícios  eram  incomparáveis  ,  garantindo  a  ele  e  sua  esposa  ,  grace  ,  uma  vida  confortável  e  segura  .  o  momento  não  poderia  ter  sido  mais  oportuno  .  poucos  meses  após  sua  contratação  ,  grace  descobriu  que  estava  grávida  .  e  não  de  um  ,  mas  de  dois  .  gêmeos  bivitelinos  .  kai  e  max  .  a  notícia  trouxe  uma  onda  de  felicidade  para  o  casal  ,  mas  também  despertou  o  interesse  imediato  da  stargate  .  eles  conheciam  bem  ethan  ,  sua  lealdade  e  devoção  à  empresa  .  e  sabiam  como  convencê-lo  .

pouco  antes  do  nascimento  das  crianças  ,  a  stargate  o  procurou  com  uma  proposta  tentadora  .  os  heróis  eram  a  força  que  moldava  o  futuro  ,  que  trazia  segurança  e  esperança  para  as  pessoas  .  mas  nem  todos  nasciam  destinados  à  grandiosidade  —  alguns  precisavam  de  um  pequeno  empurrão  .  e  que  pai  não  queria  dar  aos  filhos  a  melhor  chance  possível?  promessas  foram  feitas  .  sucesso  ,  glória  ,  um  destino  brilhante  .  seus  filhos  seriam  extraordinários  ,  fariam  a  diferença  no  mundo  .  ethan  ouvia  cada  palavra  com  fascínio  ,  incapaz  de  enxergar  as  entrelinhas  .  grace  ,  por  sua  vez  ,  hesitou  .  algo  naquilo  a  deixava  inquieta  ,  mas  o  otimismo  do  marido  era  contagiante  .  e  assim  ,  cederam  .  no  hospital  ,  pouco  depois  de  nascerem  ,  os  gêmeos  receberam  doses  do  composto  e  .  kai  e  max  poderiam  ser  heróis  .  poderiam  salvar  vidas  .  poderiam  ser  tudo  aquilo  que  ethan  tanto  admirava  .  já  para  a  stargate  ,  eram  apenas  mais  dois  nomes  em  sua  longa  lista  de  experimentos  bem-sucedidos  .

a  infância  dos  gêmeos  foi  cercada  de  amor  .  ethan  e  grace  nunca  deixaram  que  a  ambição  da  stargate  se  sobrepusesse  ao  carinho  que  tinham  pelos  filhos  .  eles  não  eram  apenas  futuros  heróis  ou  investimentos  promissores  —  eram  crianças  .  quando  completou  seis  anos  ,  os  poderes  de  kai  começaram  a  se  manifestar  .  seu  poder  era  diferente  dos  demais  .  enquanto  muitos  ganhavam  força  sobre-humana  ,  velocidade  ou  habilidades  elementares  ,  kai  descobriu  que  podia  manipular  o  medo  .  para  um  herói  ,  essa  habilidade  poderia  ser  uma  arma  poderosa  .  ele  poderia  usar  o  medo  para  desestabilizar  inimigos  ,  fazer  criminosos  hesitarem  antes  de  agir  ,  extrair  informações  de  quem  tentasse  resistir  .  mas  para  uma  criança  de  seis  anos  sem  controle  e  com  um  senso  de  rebeldia  crescente  ,  era  apenas  …  diversão  .  ele  fazia  brinquedos  parecerem  se  mover  sozinhos  ,  soprava  palavras  nos  ouvidos  de  outros  para  fazê-los  acreditar  que  ouviam  vozes  ,  e  brincava  com  os  medos  irracionais  que  cada  um  tinha  .  o  maior  problema  ,  no  entanto  ,  era  sua  própria  ausência  de  medo  .  ele  não  compreendia  os  riscos  porque  ,  para  ele  ,  simplesmente  não  existiam  .  escalar  lugares  perigosos  ,  atravessar  a  rua  sem  olhar  ,  brincar  com  coisas  afiadas  —  nada  parecia  assustá-lo  .  isso  fazia  grace  querer  arrancar  os  cabelos  .  ethan  achava  que  era  questão  de  tempo  até  kai  amadurecer  e  aprender  a  usar  seu  dom  da  maneira  certa  .  grace  ,  por  outro  lado  ,  temia  que  o  filho  nunca  entendesse  de  verdade  o  que  significava  sentir  medo  —  e  ,  pior  ,  que  ele  nunca  compreendesse  a  linha  tênue  entre  diversão  e  perigo  .

com  o  tempo  ,  no  entanto  ,  kai  aprendeu  a  ter  mais  cautela  com  seus  poderes  .  a  stargate  o  treinou  ,  moldando  suas  habilidades  e  o  preparando  para  um  futuro  como  herói  .  participava  dos  concursos  de  heróis  como  era  esperado  ,  mas  fazia  tudo  a  contragosto  .  na  adolescência  ,  as  coisas  começaram  a  mudar  .  ethan  já  estava  há  anos  na  empresa  ,  tempo  suficiente  para  perceber  o  que  realmente  acontecia  nos  bastidores  .  a  stargate  não  era  a  força  benevolente  que  ele  acreditara  no  passado  .  por  trás  da  fachada  de  heroísmo  ,  havia  corrupção  ,  segredos  sombrios  e  manipulação  .  ciente  do  perigo  ,  ele  começou  a  afastar  os  filhos  sutilmente  da  influência  da  corporação  .  precisava  encontrar  um  jeito  de  protegê-los  .  foi  então  que  conheceu  larc  crimson  ,  um  opositor  da  stargate  .  quando  ethan  se  aproximou  ,  movido  pelo  desespero  de  encontrar  uma  saída  para  seus  filhos  ,  larc  o  recrutou  como  informante  .  por  um  tempo  ,  funcionou  .  ethan  passava  informações  internas  sobre  os  projetos  da  stargate  ,  os  registros  confidenciais  e  os  dados  que  poderiam  ajudar  a  enfraquecer  a  empresa  .  mas  a  stargate  não  era  tola  .  eventualmente  ,  perceberam  que  havia  um  traidor  em  seu  meio  .  e  não  demorou  muito  para  que  descobrissem  quem  era  .

ethan  já  estava  preparado  para  o  pior  .  por  isso  ,  pediu  ajuda  a  larc  para  encontrar  um  lugar  seguro  para  grace  e  os  meninos  .  larc  cumpriu  sua  promessa:  providenciou  um  esconderijo  para  grace  ,  um  local  distante  e  protegido  ,  onde  a  stargate  nunca  a  encontraria  .  quanto  aos  gêmeos  ,  foram  levados  para  a  mansão  umbra  ,  um  refúgio  criado  por  larc  para  aqueles  que  se  opunham  à  corporação  .  naquela  mesma  noite  ,  a  casa  da  família  armstrong  foi  incendiada  ,  consumida  pelas  chamas  .  ethan  ficou  para  trás  ,  garantindo  que  sua  esposa  e  filhos  estivessem  a  salvo  .  o  luto  de  kai  se  manifestou  como  uma  tempestade  .  ele  gritou  ,  destruiu  o  que  estava  ao  seu  alcance  ,  deixou  seu  poder  escapar  sem  controle  .  mas  então  ,  quando  as  chamas  da  raiva  inicial  se  assentaram  ,  o  que  restou  foi  uma  determinação  fria  .  ele  desenvolveu  ainda  mais  seu  poder  ,  aprendendo  a  usá-lo  de  formas  que  nunca  haviam  lhe  ensinado  nos  programas  da  stargate  .  kai  ,  no  entanto  ,  não  se  via  como  um  vilão  .  ele  se  via  como  alguém  que  precisava  fazer  justiça  .  alguém  que  precisava  vingar  a  morte  de  seu  pai  .

꣑୧ㅤㅤ𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒆 ⠀ ˒     

manipulação    do    medo    —    seu  poder  não  é  físico  ,  mas  sim  psicológico  ,  permitindo  que  ele  explore  as  vulnerabilidades  mais  profundas  de  seus  alvos  .  ele  não  cria  medos  do  nada  —  ele  os  amplifica  .  kai  pode  fazer  com  que  seus  alvos  enxerguem  ou  sintam  suas  piores  fobias  como  se  fossem  reais  .  essas  ilusões  são  altamente  imersivas  e  podem  causar  reações  intensas  ,  desde  pânico  até  paralisia  temporária  .  algumas  podem  ser  tão  vívidas  que  afetam  o  corpo  da  vítima  ,  levando  a  sintomas  como  taquicardia  ,  dificuldade  de  respirar  ,  suor  frio  e  até  mesmo  desmaios  .  porém  ,  seu  poder  tem  limitações  .  ele  não  consegue  criar  medos  que  não  existem  .  se  alguém  não  tem  medo  de  altura  ,  ele  não  conseguirá  fazê-la  acreditar  que  está  caindo  de  um  abismo  .  precisa  de  algo  pré-existente  para  amplificar  .  além  disso  ,  usá-lo  de  forma  contínua  e  prolongada  exige  uma  enorme  quantidade  de  energia  mental  de  kai  .  se  continuar  forçando  seu  poder  sem  a  devida  recuperação  ,  ele  começa  a  experimentar  sintomas  de  desorientação  e  delírios  .  o  preço  de  dominar  o  medo  é  ,  inevitavelmente  ,  o  desgaste  de  sua  própria  mente  .

꣑୧ㅤㅤ𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔⠀ ˒     40/40

adaptação  :  06/10 atenção  e  observação  :  08/10 força  física  :  04/10 sociabilidade  :  05/10 estabilidade  emocional  :  04/10 estratégia  :  07/10 oratória  :  06/1

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Clarence Hardback listening to Mayores by Becky G on repeat

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Evelyn Winters é uma filha de Dionísio com um gosto acentuado por todas as coisas erradas. Ela é enérgica, inclusiva, errante e violenta, e faz tudo isso parecer divertido. Suas maiores inspirações são Polly Geist (Monster Prom), Ethan Winters (Resident Evil) e Miss Joke (Boku no Hero) e sua cor é azul violeta (#6e2aad). Suas habilidades são fisiologia de leopardo (médio), riso histérico (inicial) e cura alcoólica (passiva).

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Nome completo: Evelyn Winters.

Data de nascimento: 20/12/99, 24 anos.

Altura: 170m.

Sexualidade: Bissexual e Birromântica.

Pai Olimpiano: Dionísio.

Mãe mortal: Emory Winters.

Nacionalidade: Los Angeles, Califórnia, Estados Unidos.

Especialidades: Combate corpo-a-corpo, ataques surpresa. 

Pontos fracos: Estratégia, armas a longa distância.

Atividades extras: Patrulha e corrida com obstáculos (equipe vermelha).

Habilidades especiais: superforça e supervelocidade.

ESTATÍSTICAS AQUI. / ARMAS AQUI. / BÊNÇÃO./

Evelyn é filha de uma ex-estrela de reality shows e atual produtora desse mesmo tipo de programa, normalmente sua mãe viaja para lugares diferentes atrás de oportunidades para um bom programa, é uma produtora excêntrica. Dionísio foi um pai presente (dentro do possível) e ele mesmo a levou para o Acampamento Meio-Sangue quando ela fez cinco anos, diretamente para o chalé de Dionísio.

Fã número 01 de Ares, tem uma queda por ele. Passou cinco anos em Nova Roma, onde recebeu o treinamento militar e adquiriu gosto por patrulha e batalhar. Coloca seu maior foco em ser uma boa guerreira. Por algum tempo achou que seu lugar era lá, até ter um insight e desistir de tudo, incluindo seu noivado de três anos.

É extremamente comum vê-la com características felinas: presas, olhos amarelos brilhantes e garras afiadas. Normalmente quando está nessa forma, sua audição, velocidade e força estão aumentadas.

Muito bem humorada e pronta para diversão a qualquer momento. Uma carniceira de primeira categoria em missões e em treinos. Sempre bêbada. Inconstante e irritadiça, implicante e petulante. Improvisa tudo. Falas desconexas e pensamentos intrusivos escapam naturalmente de sua boca. Fascinada por violência. Moral questionável, mas é divertida. Super atlética, uma molecona que não para quieta.