#Musitism

[redacted-coiner]

hi! idk if you take requests for preexisting flags (I didn't see any information on it anywhere), but would you be able to make candyic [xenogender] and voidthing [neogender iirc] graphics? no worries if not and i'm sorry if i missed something on your page!

Candyic , Musitism , Voidthing

[mantra-repeated]

Musitism

Pt: Musitism :End pt

Musitism is a umbrella term one can use for their orientation and/or attraction where it feels related music. This can be a specific song, a certain genre of music, or just music in general.

It can be considered a type of allion, but also does not have to be. this umbrella can also be considered as a modifier for one's existing orientation, where it feels related to or like music or a certain genre or song.

Know that a new flag has been made for this term. You are still free to use the old flag, but you can find the new one linked below.

Click to direct to the new flag

I'm quite new to flag making, so please know that I take no offense to making new flags for this term. Make alt flags, make more accessible variants, I do not mind. All I ask is that the provided symbol is kept in some form (As in, you can make HD versions of it, you can edit and change it slightly, just don't make a new symbol or edit it so drastically their is little resemblance.) This is all that I ask.

Mentions, @radiomogai, @io-archival, @orientation-archive, @aspectsofidentity

Banner transcript: This term was made by an endogenic. Anyone can use it however. :End Banner transcript

[Musitism flag image id: A flag with wavy shapes in muted colors of the rainbow, and a black symbol in the middle. The symbol is two stylized eighth notes with a small triangular shaped flag attached to their sides. The eighth notes’ flags connect in the middle, and creating the impression of heart. The specific colors on the flag are red, orange, yellow, green, teal, blue, purple, violet, pink, magenta, and a dark red. :End image Id]

[Musitism symbol image id: The symbol is two stylized eighth notes with a small triangular shaped flag attached to their sides. The eighth notes’ flags connect in the middle, and creating the impression of heart. :End image id]

[Musitism alt flag image id: A flag with wavy shapes in muted colors of the rainbow. The specific colors on the flag are red, orange, yellow, green, teal, blue, purple, violet, pink, magenta, and a dark red. :End Image id]

[dullurbancryptid]

Dráhy, dráhy, jak si vlastně povídáte, dráhy dráhy, jakou máte řeč?

Hu hů hu hu hů hu hů hů hů

[misafornoone17]

dva dvojjazycny beatles memiky, ktery jsem vytvoril prakticky hned po tom co jsem zacal bejt fanda ty jejich hudby

jsou hrozne shit bro ted uz bych to asi udelal lip

[electronic-space-city-music]

【musit】

Thanks

musit

Taku Tsushima(對馬拓)

Recommend

Ayane Yamazaki(山﨑彩音)

Phase-Extended Version

[eclipian]

Random Sisasystem

pt: random sisastyem

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed. number of members: 4

divider credit

System Name: The Club , The Swingers , The Swingers Club , Swingers Club System* , The Performers Systems*

Collec. Name: Marilyn , Wayne , Judy , James , Dean , Betty , Bonnie , Kane , Ash , Sally , Tony

Collec. Pronouns: She/Her , Shu/Hur , Shy/Hyr , Sha/Har , He/Him , Hu/Hum , Hy/Hym , Ha/Har , They/Them , Thy/Thyn , Thuy/Thum , Thay/Tham , It/Its , Iz/Izs , Ix/Ixs , Noir/Noirs , Cine/Cinema , Film/Films , Act/Actor , Rec/Reccord , Sing/Sings , Pre/Preform

Collec. Gender: Condigender , Femme , Black Tea , Milkshake , Gendertwenties , Noirfilmic , Noirlexic , Musicgender , Somnical , Somnifemica

Collec. Attraction: Bi Straight , Musitism

Collec. Other ID: A__APB , Dissopast , (Professional) Dissotitles , Dissogreymoral , (Roaring 20s) Dissoconcept , Dissoblacksclera , Chrono-Dissomei , Musality , Music Emotum

Collec. Role: Comedian , Delight , Beauheur

Origins/Modifiers: Happyorma , Musiorma

Aesthetics: Old Hollywood , Greaser , Flapper , Americana , Roaring 20s

Name — Pronouns — Identity — Species — Role(s)

The Host / Host — He/Hym/Thym — Man , Bi , Host Occuden — Musiean — Host

The Performer / Performer — She/Hur/Thum — Woman , Straight , Performer Occuden — Musiean — Co-Host

The Tubist / Tubist — He/Har/Film — Transman/Evoman , Straight , Tubist Occuden — Musiean — Protector

The Flapper / Flapper — She/They/Preform — Transwoman/Evowoman , Bi , Flapper Occuden — Musiean — Caretaker

tag @bahtive & @lambdollie12

[bah-convenience-store]

hi! may we request a headmate based on little fang by avey tares slasher flicks?

specific things: bodily native american so please native, werewolf? wolf therian? something wolfy, the song is very blue so something blue?, nonbinary of some genre, age somewhere around 16-20?

thank you!

This was fun to do!! Thanks for requesting!!

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Name(s): Fang, Cosmos, Star, Melody, Wilder, Wilde, Luna, Spike, Conner, Drew, Astro, Mars, Aster, Bandit, Harper

Age: 16-20

Pronouns: She/They, Hx/Hxm, H*/H*m, Wolf/Wolf's, Fang/Fangs, Mutt/Mutts, Howl/Howls, Paw/Paws, Fu/Fur/Furs, Sun/Suns, Moon/Moons

Gender(s): nonbinary, wolfgender, wolferestic, transwerewolf

Sexuality: aromantic…?, omniromantic, mutt lesbian, werewolf lesboy, wolf4wolf, Musitism

Species: werewolf + human

Race: Native American 

Roles: Dear, Delight, DNI Holder, Emotional Protector, Music Archivist 

Likes/interests: reading, nature, long car rides, fangs friends, hiking, rom-coms, astronomy/astrology, Over The Garden Wall, Gravity Falls, baked goods/baking, singing, tattoos/piercings, cheesy horror movies, ect.

Dislikes: judgment, unwanted criticism, back-stabbers, discourse of any kind, too-serious situations/people, arguments/confrontation, accusations/rumors, snakes (animal), torture in horror, ect.

Boundaries: no fakeclaiming, no discourse of any kind, no invasive questions, no going through h*s stuff without permission

Fav/Associated song: Little Fang - Avery Tare's Slasher Flicks

Sign-off: 🌘🌼🐺

Faceclaim: 

(Couldn't decide on a brown or black wolf so both it is!)

Made by: mod 🖖🏽

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[esuemmanuel]

There is no separation that does not carry in its notes a reminder that muses in the eyes a phrase of self-love: "You do not need more than You".

No hay separación que no lleve en sus notas un recordatorio que musite a los ojos una frase de amor propio: “No te necesitas más que a Ti”.

[ryvnk]

📍 Barrio de Sendagi, en las limitaciones con Nezu (zona del Sabbat).

'Necesitaré de tu ghoul esta noche, Ryun-ah, no tomará mucho,' habían sido las palabras de Jeong Cheol, su sire, antes de dejar su residencia al atardecer con el humano. No había hecho más preguntas, había aprendido a no hacerlas, confianza que era absoluta en el cainita con más experiencia. Cerca del templo, donde lo citó, su sire se ha ido ya, dejando al ghoul y marioneta de sangre en su compañía, y camino a donde estacionó su auto. Es el segundo día que el clima no da tregua a la ciudad ni a los intentos del gobierno local de traer de vuelta la luz a las calles. Presencia desconocida lo alerta, mientras camina bajo el paraguas que sostiene el humano, antes de que contrario musite un '¿Maestro?' que confirma compañía y le hace detenerse, dando un paso por delante, hacia la figura que encuentran en camino. "Muy imprudente, estar tan cerca de una zona del Sabbat. Deberías saberlo," aviso se da alto y claro, con la gravedad que palabras le merecen, sin averiguar identidad opuesta aún. "Está conmigo, tendrás que buscar tu vitae en otro lado."

[constelacionesycielos]

“My cocoon of joy, my sweet company♡”

<Hoy el cielo susurro tú nombre, entre ventiscas de sueños y también canciones~ me preguntó si nuevamente regresarias, para cubrir mi corazón y el de las flores con tu dulce compañía, feliz musite a ellas, que tu esencia a nuestro lado siempre permanecería y que, cada atardecer a nuestro lado nuevamente estarías, para llenarnos de besos y algunas caricias, ¿el mundo era así de suave desde entonces?. Aquellos colores que vivían en mi interior y anhelaban sentir la tibieza de la brisa, finalmente lograron florecer y cubrirse con los rayos del sol y la luz de la luna, tan pronto un nuevo sentimiento comenzó a nacer. Gracias, por enseñarme que la vida podía ser así de gentil y buena en cada atardecer♡>.

En cada pétalo de los girasoles, margaritas y dientes de león, yace grabado el poema de mi corazón, que entre gotitas de rocío, amaron sentir la calidez de tu sonrisa, y la sinceridad de tu amor~ ¿acaso habrás notado el sonrojar de mis mejillas cada vez que entre las nubes aparecías? con tan solo permanecer a tu lado, tímida sonrió por el cosquilleo que causas en mi estómago y también en el corazoncito. Cada <te amo> escondido en las estrellas, finalmente han sido expresados a ti, mi dulce caballero que siempre vivirá en mi jardín, donde soy feliz de permanecer, ahora junto a ti. 

¡Felices nueve meses, mi otoñito! siempre que pienso en ti, las palabras que yacen en mi pecho revolotean cuan pajarillos, dejándome en silencio por lo mucho que siento y lo difícil que es poner en pequeños poemas lo agradecida que permanezco, ¿cómo puedes ser tan conmovedor para mí? es fácil sonreír cada vez que aparece el recuerdo de tu sonrisa carmín, junto al sin fin de aventurillas que hemos compartido durante este largo, fugaz pero muy amado tiempo que seguirá floreciendo en cada uno de mis días♡. Las risas siempre nos acompañan, entre bromitas, historias y también aventuras, que hemos de compartir en cada momento en que la luna nos acoge para expresar nuestro sentir. 

Me gusta contemplar sus ojos adormitados cada vez que los primeros rayitos de sol ¡aparecen! y acarician sus tibias mejillas, hasta que su sonricita de otoño florece. Gracias por acogerme en sus brazos por las noches y cantar a mi oído cada una de sus dulces ¡canciones! ¿sabe que tiene una vocecita mágica?~ todo a nuestro alrededor se desvanece por un instante, o tal vez se torna de un brillo singular y aún más cálido, que me hace suspirar. Debe saber que esta señorita con corazón de fresa lo ama en todo momentito, desde que acuno mi mano aquella nochecita de abril, hasta éste presente en el cual su sonrisa y aquella galaxia que yacen graba en sus lunares, en mis sueños permanece como el tesoro más preciado e importante.

¿Gusta seguir recorriendo este camino juntos, mi Italo? encantada estaré de seguir descubriendo cada una de las matices que yacen en sus pensamientos, para cuidarlo, apoyarlo y también amarlo infinitamente en cada presente♡. 

[can-ya-guess-my-curent-obsession]

heya...!!! Sweetypie, if you don't mind could you please do a headcannon for Murdoc and 2D with s/o Those who have a special motherly attitude towards children, I also want to know how they will react when they have children. And their kids love to help. You can ignore this request, if you feel uncomfortable . Love you and your blog ❤️❤️🌹

Murdoc and 2D with a GN! S/O who is motherly children + their recation to having kids + Helpful kids.(I gave up on the rainbow letering)

WRITERS NOTES: Hi I don't really have much to say this time around, exept sorry anon for taking so long, and sorry to every body else who has requested. But thank you for the love, I'm glad you enjoyed my works. side note: And I know motherly implies female or fem S/O, but gender was never spisificly spesified in the reqeasts and in mt opion men and non gender conforming people can be motherly or maternal, and I just like doing GN! more unless it's key to the hc's themselves, so I'll be doing GN! with this. [Another note: If you've seen my post before this, you know I'm debating on leaving Gorillaz tumblr and maybe shifting to AO3 so I'm gonna use this post and my next few to gage how active this comunity is and see if theres even an audience for my writing here, if not once I get my AO3 acount I'll move there as the Gorillaz comunity seems much more active there] Requests: open? Edited: no Pairings: Murdoc x reader, 2D x reader Phase: unspesified

TW: Murdoc's mommy issues, Murdoc is an ass, communication issues?, Oopsy baby, Murdoc is not happy about being a father, child abandonment, fear of becoming a parent, bad spelling, bad grammar, swearing, adoption, 2D is scared about being a dad, anxiety about being a parent, if I missed anything please do tell!

S/O is motherly twords kids

Let's start off with pertty Murtty here

Listen I'ma be real honest with ya man, he could not give less of shit what you thought about kids beyhond Noodle

He's not exactly the paternal type here

And ya see, he probubly wouldn't see you act this way with kids besideds Noodle, because his life doesn't constatute him seeing kids a lot

He's a musition and he has centered a large portion of his life around it, and his hobbies outside of his job and music aren't exactly child friendly

So the most of children he see's is noodle when she she was a kid, the occational child on the street, or when kids parents bring them to their concert because the baby sitter canceld and even than he's seeing them from stage

Also most kids are scared of Murdoc so yeah

but for the sake of things lets say your in a situation where he sees with kids or more likely teens or pre-teens, and you are acting motherly

And first of all if they are teens/pre-teens he'll probably try and gage if their fans if there not and their not impressed by his status and bragging he has little interest in them

But when it comes to you interacting with kids

Murdocs reaction? unimpressed, than out right unplesant.

if there young children he'll just groan, and stare

And jealusy will slowly start bubbling in him

Not the 'pay atention to me' kinda jealusy but 'why wasn't any one as kind to me when I was a kid' kinda jealusy

and from there he'll probubly stomp off

Murdoc could feel himself tence as he watched to coddle that little twat, "Can ya shut'em up, all the little fuck did was trip, no need for the damn wambulance..." murdoc mocked under his breath. "He's 4 Murdoc, the hell are getting so pissy for..." you snap back, you two had stoped at a park because you wanted Murdoc to get out more, and while out a little boy had triped nearby- you heard and whent to help. Murdoc shifted uncomfortably where he stood, before shaking his head and starting his way to the street, "... I'm teird of this place I'm ready to go back to Kong, meet me outside the park when your ready or I'll leave without you.." his words were bitter but his threat was hollow and you knew it. You found him on the streat smoking a few minutes later after you had found the parents of the kid. You walked up to with your arms crossed, displeased with his behavour from earlyer. "What was up with you back there, that was totaly uncalled for.", you asked him somewhat stern. Murdoc srunched up his face and made a weird sound "mgh'well..." what Murdoc wanted to say was 'why did that kid get someone like you to be so nice to them, why wasn't anyone like that shown kindness tome when I was a kid, did I not i deserve it?', but he wouldn't, instead just it was nothing before starting the silent walk back to kong.

So as prevously stated Murdoc kinda struggles with a S/O who like to mom kids

He never knew his mom, he never knew anything resembleing maternal care, and it makes him bitter watching children recive the love he so despreatly needed as a child but never got

Murdocs reaction to having a child

I was originaly going to make this section of Murdocs HC purly with a Fem S/O purly because I couldn't see or invoision murdoc wanting or actauly trying to have kids, if he had it would be an acident and an unhappy one at that

I vary breifly mentioned at the start of my Dadoc with a Daughter HC's that Murdoc doesn't want and will never want kids of his of frouition

But to keep things G/N so anyone can read it lets go with if you have a functioning uteruise than it was an oopsy baby, but if you don't or don't want it be your kid, than one of Murdocs old hook ups droped a kid off at kong studios doorstep just like his mom did to his dad, and by extent you as his partner(if your chose to stay) take responsibility as the childs adoped parent anogside the actual father aka your boyfriend Murdoc

Why'd I go through all that explination crap?

Because the truth is in any situation Murdoc doen't want kids(I've said it so many time, I'm sorry for being repetative)

Young children kinda scare him, in his opion their grows and sticky

My opion on murdoc and his kids has changed some but not entirly since the Dadoc HC's so do mind any conradicting statments I may make

And that change is how Murdoc reacts when first met with the news of being a father, he isn't imeadity like 'I wanna be better than my dad was', he more or less goes through the stages of greif before he gets to that point

Denial: "The kid can't be mine!"

Anger: "I DON'T HAVE TIME TO BE A DAD I HAVE A FUCKING LIFE TO LIVE!"

Bargening: "Maybe we can put it up for adoption, yeah?"

Depression: "I'm not ready for this, I can't handle being a father... I'll probubly fuck the kid up.."

Aceptance: "I have a chance... a chance to be better.."

And despite aceptance that doesn't meant he'll be dandy walking into parenthood, he'll be anxouise, hesitant, and inatentive for quite some time, very reliant on others help and assistance

He struggles with the more responsibility based parts unsure and unerved

Which all of this is kinda ironic because despite never wanting kids he sure as helll never took any prucotions to prevent them

Helpfull kids

Honestly makes him question if the kids are is or not

A Niccels helpful? Never

At least in Murdocs eyes

But regardless of his doubts, when the kids are young he'll take it as a pleasant surprise

Kinda gets a complex about it honestly

Like he thinks his kids(that includes noodle) are better than every one elses

"Your kids has a black belt in karate, well mine did the washing up last night, also another one is milataryly trained in kenjutsu, so suck it!"

But that does change when they become teenagers

He doesn't exactly trust teens persay

I mean he assumes his teen is gonna be like him as a teen so he doesn't acept their help assuming they have bad inentions

"Hey pops, I can help take out the trash"

"And what, let you throw it through the neighbors windows? Absulutly not!"

"What??"

S/O is motherly twords kids

Once more like Murdoc, 2D's life doesn't constatute him seeing kids that much, with the exption being Noodle- 2D hardly interacts with kids

He does so more than Murdoc though, probubly because 2D goes outs out the house.

but again for the sake of it lets say your in a situation where 2D gets to see you motherly with children(that isn't Noodle, sorry Noodle)

He's totaly A-okay with it, and thinks it very sweet of you

I mean hell this guy probably already thinks the world of you, it's kinda hard to make yourself more likeble, but some how you did it

but honestly, the truth is it doesn't ilisit much of a reaction from, him cuz the truth is it was kinda expected

Because unlike some people *cough* Murdoc *cough* he had a fairly good upbringing, with loving caring people, espeasly his mother who he has a solid relationship with even as an adult

So to him it's kinda expected for you to get along with kids, in his mind any adult person regardless of gender should be diecent twords kids

And S/O just being extra motherly is purly just a highlight for him it just makes you a litlle but better

Kindness, and caringness is what 2D wants in a partner so seeing this really solidifies that you two are ment to be in his nonexistent eyes

Side note though kids are scared of him, more or less when he had pits where his eyes should've been, but even the pure white freaks young kids out

Which sucks because when 2D sees you doting on some kids, he kinda gets a feeling of being left out

and he wants to say hi to the kiddos and just take it as an opertunity to bond with you

if only it ever worked out like that...

"Hi kiddies!" Stuart said with a wide smile as he waked up behind you

Cue a crying 3 year old and a crying 5 year old, as they were scared shitless by the tall blue hair man that towerd over them and looked at them with hollow eye socets

"wait, why are they crying?" Stuart turns to you caught off gaurd, "did something happen... was it somthing I did?"

But once most kids get to know him, they usualy love him

2D's reaction to having a child

I don't think Stuart ever wanted kids, but I don't think he's upset at the prospects, well at lest as upset as murdoc

Because 2D definity has his own doubts

And while Stuart is a bit ditzy, always seems to be stuck in his own head

when brought down to reality he's quite compitent

2D in my opion lives life with his head in the clouds, stated by his own wiki, but he has breif moments or peiords of clairity at times

I could see this being one of those moments

Kids are a big thing so if there was a situation where he had to think serouisly about being a parent it would be hard at first, whether that be an acident baby(that he has to take resposibity for) or his partner siting him down to have serious conversation about kids, whether concieving, adoption, or sergate.

like I said he's not totaly incompetent

He knows his situation isn't ideal for kids

His career takes up a large portion of his life wether that be traveling, recoding or writing songs, that doesn't leave time for kids

Not to mention relisticly with his situation with being being abused by murdoc throughout all phases makes the thought of bringing his child into the same building as Murdoc want to make 2D cry

So frankly he is more or less scared and anxouise because a child is a lot, and he understands his life would not permit that

not to say 2D hasn't thought about kids nesisarly, because I could see him enjoying being a father, and could see him with his expearence helping raise Noodle, become kinda fond of the idea of kids

But thats it, and idea, he never thought he would be given the opertunity

I could see 2D walking away from the situation of either the children talk or being told about oopsy baby

Not like abandoning, but like taking a step back to catch his breath and thing

I could see him talking to his mom for advice

She had and raised a kid after all

And she gives him pretty solid advice, if want to be a parent(or are going to be a parent), but your not ready, than get ready- over thinking wont help, and work with partner(S/O) to make the trasition easyer.

So after talking with his mom, and smoking two packs of ciggarents, 2D comes to you with his mind clear, and ready to try and have a real conversation

and while still scared and anxouise he gets really exited eventualy

Stuart, at some point starts actauly looking forward to becoming a parent... a little to much

But how can you blaim him, Stuart can get really pasionate when he's doing them and can over do things very easily

Also in later phases if your looking into adoption I could see stuart semi-joking about trying to find the iligitimate kids he hd when he was younger and slept around a lot

But regardless 2D would be a loving parent

2D would also be really exited about giving his mom grand kids, and having his mom involved

But despite that Stuart is still a ditz and needs a lot of help with the whole parenting thing

"Sweatheart, you're making /Childs name/ their bottle, right?" You say entering the kitchen. "Yep I got it all well in done." Stuart beems happily at you pointing at the bottle on the counter. "Great thanks..." You nod grabing the bottle before pausing, the feeling of a cold bottle makes you frown and shake your head "...wait, you forgot to heat up the bottle again..." you sigh, at this point you should just expect it with how frequently he does it. Stuart's posture falters as he looks at you blankly "I'm suposed to heat it up?", "Yes stuart, yes you are- and it's suposed to be luke warm tempurate, don't put in the microwave for 5 minutes again.." You state mater afactly handing the bottle back to him, he needs to learn how to do this himself Stuart responds back with a chipper "okay", before trying to put the whole bottle in the microwave, "Wait, stuart, hon, you to trake off the the bottles and and nipple before you warm it" you stop him before he puts it in. "Wait, this parts called a nipple?"

He's trying but it's a bit of a struggle

Stuart with a helpful kid

Good, their dad could use the help

Stuart lucked out with a helpful kid, cuz while like I said it was a struggle at the start

It would probubly be a struggle though out

And I don't think 2D could handle rebellious kids, so it's good their well behaved and helpful

I could also see 2D picking up on this and trying to be more atentive himself

Sorry not much else to say

[mantra-repeated]

Alt Musitism flag

Pt: Alt Musitism flag :End Pt

A redone Musitism(Link) flag, to bring it more into line with the other two musitism flags (Link) I've done. This isn't a re-coining, nor is it rendering the previous flag obsolete for those that still like it. It is just to put it in the same style as the others, and to correct some issues I had with the older flag, such as some of the eye straining effects the older flag has. This is likely the flag I will default to using since it's the one I prefer but others are free to use whatever flag they desire.

Mentions / Tags: @radiomogai

Banner transcript: This term was made by an Endogenic. Anyone can use it however (So don't repost or recoin) :End Transcript

[Alt Musietism flag id: A flag with 11 stripes in a diagonal orientation. The first 3 and last 3 stripes are symmetrical, while the others aren't. The symmetrical stripes are wavy and are parallel with each other. The other inner stripes, which are under the wavy ones, are of similar width and parallel to each other and oriented in a diagonal, with the top being on to left, and the bottom being on the left. The colors of the flag are are a rainbow, the colors starting at the bottom left. In the center is the musietism symbol in a dark blue color. The symbol is two stylized eighth notes with a small triangular shaped flag attached to their sides instead of their tops. The eighth notes’ flags connect in the middle, with the tops of the notes curling inward. :End Id]

[No symbol flag id: A flag with 11 stripes in a diagonal orientation. The first 3 and last 3 stripes are symmetrical, while the others aren't. The symmetrical stripes are wavy and are parallel with each other. The other inner stripes, which are under the wavy ones, are of similar width and parallel to each other and oriented in a diagonal, with the top being on to left, and the bottom being on the left. The colors of the flag are are a rainbow, the colors starting at the bottom left. :End id]

[ocasoinefable]

Heri mis labios sin darme cuenta, miraba caer la lluvia entre las rosas, solo me mordió hasta hacerme sangrar. Tus dedos como un pedacito de algodón tomaron mi rostro, tus ojos dos estrellas alumbraron mis sielncios. Tu boca suave se dejó caer como gotita de lluvia en la mía, tu aliento tibio nado entre mi lengua, tus latidos como letras en mi corazón. Tus hombros nadando junto a los mío, tus brazos aropando mi cuerpo, tu piel y la mía desnudas en un suspiro, entre roces y sudor una sonrisa, en latidos tu alma y la mía. Susurras bajando por mi ombligo..

si las rosas fueran agua serían tú,

musite dando besos a tu aroma.

sería aire en tu boca, luna en tus ojos, sonrisa en tu piel, sol en tu lengua, mar en tus noches y fantasias, quemar con miradas el frío que pueda nombrar tu boca.

[ones-g]

ᗩᑎᎥᗰᗩᒪ 丅ᗴᗴ丅ᕼ

Chapter Two

>Cap. One!!

𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔

<ᴾᵒᵛ 'ⱽⁱᶜᵗᵒʳⁱᵃ>

What's going on? It was the first thing I thought when I woke up from my brief dream. Shouts and despair hit me strongly when reasoning with my atmosphere. We all followed on the private plane, only that everyone present were completely terrified.

I tried to get up from my seat but when I felt that the plane lost balance I was still and sunk in my seat.

I looked everywhere, all absolutely everyone was desperate, I turned to my bank partner, he hugged himself, he didn't want to look inside.

I wanted to tell him something but I started shaking, a wave of fear seized me. My hands found the sides of the seat and held from them strength.

—The mask!— I heard scream. For the corner of the eye I saw that Vanessa shouted me, she was hitting something up. —Victoria put the fucking mask!— This stopped hitting that thing to look at me and point out that my masks were hanging above.

I took the Javi seat and looked at him. I tried to talk to him but I couldn't, my voice was gone, I kept trembling and I didn't have enough strength to put the mask abruptly. But I managed to take his arm making him look at me, I was crying.

—put it on ...— Musite how I could give him the mask. He took it immediately and put it on. I also made an act.

Everything was still aimless, nothing had changed in seconds as they did in the movies.

I started to pray to all the saints to get out of this until I heard a male voice coming from the beginning of the plane.

Coach Martinez was shouting the name of his youngest son.

Javi heard him straightened. He wanted to stop but the belt prevented it.

—Javi...Javi stayed still please— I begged seeing that he took his belt and got up as if nothing.

—Dad! I'm here!— he shouted calling the adult's attention. Bill seeing him changed the expression of horror he adorned on his face for a warmer.

—Javi Stay still please!— I said again taking it from the forearm so that it would not leave the seat. Every time the plane leaned more. A rumble came to my ears causing the boy to hold more. A rude wind entered through an opening making more disaster than before.

It was the door, he had opened out of nowhere.

And suddenly the voice of coach Martinez stopped hearing, only the screams and continuous cries.

¿Had Bill gone flying out the door?

—Dad!— Javi's heartbreaking cry made my question confirm. Indeed, his father had flown through that door. And if he couldn't sit down again, he would probably fly equally.

I put my hands on the minor's waist and pushed him to his seat. I placed his belt and then the mask that had been taken.

The boy began to cry again, everything was out of control. My body moved unconsciously covering the brunette in a hug.

I did not yell, I died inside. My heart was beating as if I wanted to get out of my body and fly away like Bill Martinez.

I finally closed my eyes accepting my destiny and intending to protect the little boy with my body trembling.

Seconds passed until I could feel the roar of the plane on the ground. This strong impact caused me to separate from Javi and hit my face with the headrest of the seat, again I moved back thanks to the seat belt.

My head did not coordinate, I couldn't move.

Javi was gradually getting up to look for a way out, the boy tried to get my seat belt but he didn't succeed, I was stuck with something, that something burns my stomach.

—I can't ... hey, can you hear me?— He asked me in his broken voice as he coughed.

Another figure came to us.

—Javi, we have to go!—exclaimed a man, I deduced it was his brother. My vision began to blur. The blow was too hard.

—I can't leave her!— Javi kept fighting with my belt until he couldn't. Travis totally desperate subject his younger brother's shoulder and threw him back to make him separate from me. —Travis please— the child begged.

My whole visual field closed. I only managed to listen to what happened around me.

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Another roar came from inside the plane, causing the suitcases to fall to the ground again, and the fire began to advance faster.

It had been minutes since most of the Yellow Jackets had managed to leave.

Only lifeless bodies were left inside the damaged plane.

There were only two girls, one unconscious and one fighting to leave.

—Victoria wakes up!— The orange haired continued to scream, continued to struggle to get out of his place which had stuck things that prevented the release of the girl. —Victoria tell me that you are still here!—

But as an act of blessed God the orange haired managed to leave.

He got up as he could then look towards the growing fire that was centimeters of them.

—Victoria Hey Vic!—

–Right ... rightly—he whispered, observing that the problem was not the belt, it was a fairly long piece of stuck between the seat and the belt.

The orange hair took out that metal in order to release the belt from the chestnut waist. But he noticed that the metal was totally stained. His blood was in him.

Vanessa did not stop to think about her now detected wound. She only lifted her as she could and looked for an exit.

Everything was blocked, absolutely everything. Less a tort that was low.

Before heading that door an explosion was present on the plane, the fire was behind both.

When Van managed to get out, he had to crawl and then drag Victoria along the ground, both were out of danger.

The wound had opened even more when exercising strength.

All present dedicated attention to them.

—She's in shit... she has a wound on the side of her torso... Be careful,—he reported to the air. The girls who went to receive the brunette placed her in a more comfortable place on the ground until Misty returned, who guided them in various directions.

Among many things that happened in the environment and more, Victoria ended up waking up, complaining as she tried to get up completely. But the burning made her writhe on the hard earth and begin to scream.

On the other side of the plane were the other girls. Vanessa had already met with Taissa and both had melted in a hug as they saw how Misty cut the leg of coach Ben.

—Help me move it— the golden curler asked, looking at each one, with her face covered in the adult's blood.

—By the way... Victoria is unconscious... I managed to get her out but I think her stomach is very fragile— reported the one with freckles. Everyone present looked at each other.

—Hasn't he left?—a bewildered blonde asked as she approached the couple. —I saw how the boy who was sitting with her came out... how is this possible?—

The orange hair separated from the hug. —Oh Nat, did Jackie not told you? Or ... Shauna?— Both girls mentioned took a look of accomplices, but the blonde was still confused. —It doesn't matter ...— he exhaled.

—What a hell— Taissa told La Pelinanja giving him a hug again.

—Then Ty—Vanessa murmured.

<=>

The brunette didn't have the strength to be fully awake. Everyone around them was gathered in a section of that forest, watching as Misty poured a liquid on the trainer's mutilated leg.

—There was a little left… we can disinfect Vicky's wound— Without further ado, the one with the curlers stood up, followed by several girls. —I need to lift his shirt— She said as he put his glasses back on.

—Is it up?— Lottie who was next to the unconscious girl stayed still when he heard her partner's request.

—Duh, Lottie's stomach is torn—Taissa said, squatting down to try to lift Victoria's gray shirt. —Well... this can't be removed—

—The blood dried... rip his shirt— Misty said, about to lose her patience.

— Can't you make the fucking liquid like that without further ado?— Taissa asked rising and going back, being distant from the circle.

-No, you can infect worse Turner, are you going to do it or do I?- The brunette shook her head and then retired from the place being followed by Van.

The blonde's hands rushed to touch the shirt. She was about to use force to break it but a jacket fell on the unconscious girl's stomach.

—Lottie?—

—You have to make points, right?—

—I don't know, I didn't see the depth or length of the cut slope—Misty, she lost her patience—they can cover it if you don't want her tits to be seen—

As if it were soldiers, Lottie with Natalie and Laura Lee got up and covered what Victoria's body could.

He listened to how Misty began to break the shirt of the other, the whole atmosphere was silent and only that was heard.

—cover your ears, just in case ...—The blonde reported.

And suddenly the overturned liquid was also heard, and in just second the heartbreaking cry of the chestnut was heard in the forest.

Some of the girls covered their ears, including Natalie.

—Shh Victoria—

—Misty fuck!— The aforementioned shouted. Already wake up for pain and accumulated crying, Victoria managed to lift her head and look towards her torso.

—What?.... shit!— She exclaimed to see his enormous wound that was still open and totally bloody.

—You're going to be fine Vic, it seems the object that did this didn't reach the deepest depths— The opponent made a grimace, Misty was already tearing other fabrics with her teeth and hands.

—I necessary to leave me like this?— The chestnut murmured.

—If it helps, you have the Chinese wall covering you—Victoria laughed weakly—I'll put a bandage on you and you'll stay completely still until I find something to sew this on, okay?—The girl nodded and suddenly felt that cloth abruptly wrapped around her. your surroundings. Victoria squealed internally.

—Ready, I'll look for my luggage and yours too—the curly girl got up and adjusted Victoria a little. Misty noticed that her partner still didn't grab some clothes to cover her breasts and handed him Lottie's jacket. -Get covered-

—I thank you with all my my heart ... and it is not necessary that you look for mine—

The three girls who were covering their friend turned to look at her. Natalie made a small grimace on her face and was the first to ask how Victoria was feeling.

On the other hand Laura and Lottie were talking to Misty to agree and look for the luggage of all, before Misty asked the color, Victoria's bags were and she told him that they were both of a beige color.

-Natalie, do you stay with her?- Laura asked.

-I... if she wants- hearing her friend's answer, Victoria told her that if she wants to go she doesn't stop her, Surely Natalie was the same as she tired than her. —I'll see that I can help then ... but I will barely be with you— a tiny smile grew on the lips of the chestnut.

They went around 15 minutes since everyone was recomposed after the damage, Victoria noticed that some girls like Akilah and Mari walked everywhere looking for things or helping others who were still injured.

Victoria was only expectant than what happened around her, her pain continued to fuck in the worst way she thought the bandage did not help anything.

<=>

On the other hand, there was an uncomfortable Natalie approaching the Martinez's eldest son. He was sitting with his gaze lost and dried blood all over his arm due to his wound.

Natalie being at a considerable distance from the boy said -Travis listen-

-Your brother is trying to get on the plane...- When she did not receive any response from the boy, she continued -I think he is looking for your father- Travis tilted his head and looked at Natalie, her eyes were empty.

-The door opened when we were descending and... he tried to help me put on the mask... but then he realized that Javi was not with me but rather he was last with that girl...- The boy's face fell. He came back hard, his voice trying not to break and remain stern - He started yelling at Javi and when he saw him he apparently took a wrong step and just... fell - He twisted his mouth a little looking at the blonde

-Yeah, well it's a bitch but... your brother is still here so... maybe you should help him- She advised. Travis's face hardened.

—And you should mind your fucking business— he spat dryly as he got up from the ground and walked to another place away from the blonde. Natalie not knowing what else to do she turned around and walked back towards the others.

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-I found one of your suitcases, it was literally hanging on a branch- Lottie's voice made her stop dissociating. The black-haired woman squatted in front of me and showed me my suitcase. It was broken. —I'll look for the other one later...—

-Didn't you find yours? Lottie, it's not necessary, I'll look for her later... - She denied my request. Her hand began to open my suitcase in search of something. I raised an eyebrow and laughed a little. -What are you looking for Lott?-

-You always carry a kit of needles and threads- She whispered, she was concentrated searching and searching.

—What do you want to sew?— I asked, smiling at her. She apparently found what she was looking for and gave me a look. A look of pity.

-You need stitches, Vicky...— Immediately my smile disappeared. The pain became more stabbing as I imagined the needle passing through my open wound.

I shook my head several times, hugging the jacket that belonged to her.

—I'm good with this Vic, you're in good hands— Lottie tried to calm me down. -Misty entrusted me with your care-

—I don't give a shit about Misty!— I exclaimed, whispering to her, making her go blank.

—Well, I don't give a shit what you think, you have a pretty big wound that, thank God, didn't pierce anything internally!— His hands began to take out a needle, which he put in the middle of his lips while he looked for a hole for a thread. a little thick.

My nose started to itch and my vision blurred from time to time.

Finding the thread, Lottie cut a large size, took the needle out of her mouth and began trying to place the material in the small hole.

-Cry if you want, if I were in your place I wouldn't stop crying- She said without looking at me. It was obvious that it was a lie.

-If you were in my place you would clearly start sewing yourself- I said with my voice shaking, Lottie noticing it she looked up from her and her attention fell on me.

—Are you really going to cry?— She asked to which I nodded with shame. She simply gave me a smile showing her teeth to once again focus her attention on her attempt to sneak the thread into the hole. She got it instantly.

—Now I need you to get up a little so I can take off the bandage— she asked kindly, leaving the needle in her mouth again.

I listened to her, her hands rested on my waist and began to search for the end of the bandage to begin removing it. —I'll do it slowly, but if you want me to stop, tell me— she informed me through clenched teeth, trying not to drop the small needle. I nodded in agreement.

The black-haired woman began to pull her, fulfilling her promise to go slowly.

I closed my eyes when it was time to remove the bandage from that place. The dried blood made Lottie strain a little but in the end she managed to get it out.

—you did well— she whispered.

She pulled out the needle and looked at me intently. —You know, cry if you want to cry, scream if you want but don't hit me... okay?—

—I'm not going to hit you—I assured him, rolling my eyes. I exhaled shakily as I felt how it began to touch my abdomen. Her hands were warm compared to mine, which were cold.

Without warning Lottie began to insert the edge of the object, making me scream.

-I'm sorry! But I didn't want to make you suffer with the countdown - her voice sounded high-pitched, trying to remain calm. Her hands had left my abdomen to rise and leave them visible. Most of her left palm was stained with my blood.

My emotions were mixed, a wave of pain with anger washed over me.

-Just do it once and for all, Charlotte!- The gazes of the girls near us fell on us. I noticed that some of them had managed to get the cart off the plane, Van was in charge of removing the things from inside it.

I felt the edge passing again and again and again over the wound, Lottie every time she did it she gave me a comforting look and then put the needle back into me.

Footsteps were heard behind us, I turned my face a little to focus on something else and not the pain. It was Natalie with her hands in the pockets of her jacket. Her blonde, noticing that she was looking at her, came closer.

—Are you better?— She asked me, looking at me from above, she looked at what Lottie was doing and her face changed completely. —Shit that must hurt like hell— she said to which I nodded.

—Did it go well with Travis?— Lottie asked without leaving aside her work.

—It wasn't a good interaction but it wasn't the worst I had either— she replied sarcastically, generating a dry laugh from me.

—I'm done, Vic— the black-haired woman announced, pulling out the needle with the excess thread. —I don't know how to cut it— she whispered, referring to the union of my skin with the thread.

—Break it with your hands,—Natalie proposed.

-Or with your teeth- I said adding a proposal. Lottie soon lowered her head close to me.

I felt his breath hit my stomach as he tried to loosen the thread with his teeth.

Natalie started laughing too hard.

—Shit, this is fun to watch—she commented mockingly.

I rolled my eyes, the black haired girl raised her head and looked at Natalie.

—You're so funny— she said ironically as she stood up from her place.

Lottie was taller than Natt, but Natt was only inches taller than me. She is 1.68 but I am 1.65.

—You will stay there until Misty comes back and puts a cleaner bandage on you,— Lottie ordered me. -Rest, then we will wake you up-

-But I want to help...-

-Your wound is long and the stitches can come out because I recently put them in- She said as she shook off the excess dirt from her clothes a little. -You're thirsty? Or hunger?

—I want some water— I replied.

-I'll ask Van, she was organizing all that- Natalie reported, she began walking in the direction of the orange-haired woman.

—I saw that they were together at the party—Lottie spoke again without taking her eyes off the blonde. —Did they make the passes?—

My attention went to the black-haired girl. —We talked at school, then at the party and well right now— I noticed that my voice was fading little by little, it wasn't tiredness, much less pain.

-I know what they talked about Vic-

-Neither she nor I touched on that topic... but I honestly need to talk about it- I snorted a little.

-I'll talk to her-

—Don't even think about it, Charlotte— I said firmly and she looked at me. —Dont look at me with that face—

-Which?-

—Lottie, you're showing me pity!... It's a personal matter I have with Nat, it's not your business—He exhaled. —Please don't get involved Lott...—Our eyes fell on the blonde who came with a somewhat empty water bottle. His face was so dirty it made me crack a small smile. His steps were firm, at least he didn't limp and that was a miracle. Natalie was healthy, without any danger.

—I'll leave you alone— Lottie finished, turning around quickly and walking away from me with hurried steps, without looking back.

—Here you go— Nat's voice woke me up from my limited thoughts. -I don't think you have the strength to open it...- she whispered, squatting down and staying at my height. My smile grew.

Natalie opened the lid and handed me the container.

As soon as I put my lips on the spout I began to drink the water as if it were my only salvation. My throat was totally dry.

—Don't drown— she said jokingly.

—Let me enjoy bro...— I responded taking a breath of air. I handed him the bottle whose liquid was half finished. —Take it, I'm not thirsty anymore—

She grabbed the open container and placed it on her lips with a tiny smile. She took only two drinks and closed the plate.

—I'm glad to know that I'm looking into your eyes right now...— She said with a calm voice. Like she was kind of high to say it out of nowhere. But in these circumstances that type of "compliment" is appreciated coming from anyone.

I smiled at him in response.

Natalie was about to continue, but Laura Lee started screaming. Out of a "protective" instinct I wanted to stop and go see what was happening. It was my best friend who was screaming and I was terrified knowing what could have happened to her.

Natalie obviously noticed my attempts to get up and instead of helping she ordered me to stay still. Just because she "didn't have bandages."

—I'll go see what happens, don't worry— the blonde told me. —Please don't do anything that could open that thing...— she asked with some pleading. I nodded and stood still in my place again, watching as Nat ran away to find the reason for the scream.

About 20 seconds passed when other screams became present, pubescent screams.

It was Javi. "Dad Dad Dad!" They detonated the forest until they reached my ears. I turned to my side and noticed that Travis, her brother, was coming out of a secluded place, apparently alone.

He saw me confused, his chest began to swell, it was difficult for him to breathe. My gaze traveled to his, it was turning reddish just like his nose. Travis was about to cry.

When we both left our bus he left, as if it were a marathon he ran to the place where everyone was waiting. And I was alone again.

Well not so alone, Coach Ben was... asleep... but she was away from him. Away from civilization, from my sister.

How will Ally be?

Have you already heard about our "air diversion"?...

Apparently Travis did something he shouldn't have, more screams were heard from the girls and this time they were much louder and even unbearable.

I tried not to pay attention, I looked for my suitcase which Lottie had brought, but it was too far from my reach.

If only my headphones were in my ears, this wouldn't overwhelm me so much.

<=>

The sky had already turned dark, a few stars decorated that space and gave us some light.

When the girls returned to the Martinezes, Misty was the first to come see me, she apologized so many times for leaving me without a bandage that I ended up with a headache. Misty was sometimes loud.

When she finished her work on my torso, she asked Mari and Taissa for help to put me near them since they were going to light a bonfire.

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The young people were sitting surrounding the bonfire that was giving off pitiful flames. No one in the circle found it a consolation to be near the fire.

The atmosphere was silent, under the tension that abounded in the forest, no one dared to speak first.

Victoria was leaning on the drinks cart which was completely broken.

The brunette began to sink into her world. Without stopping observing the orange color coming from the flames.

On the other hand, a blonde also sought solace in those same orange flames. Natalie was down, she felt so bad for the older Martinez that she couldn't stop thinking about him. In the pain she would have right now.

—Are you okay, Laura Lee?— Taissa's voice made everyone pay attention to the bond. The blonde believer deigned to sob silently as she hugged her teddy bear.

Victoria, upon hearing the name of her best friend, turned to see her.

—This is my fault...— She whispered as if it were a dirty secret. —I did something horrible...—

—Why are you blaming yourself, Lau?— Vic asked, trying to make her voice come out normal and not trembling. Her friend saw her and shook her head while she wiped her nose with her fist.

"I-I couldn't stop screwing up in piano class last week..." The blonde continued. —Mrs. Brophy kept yelling at me "F sharp, F sharp, F sharp"...—

Hearing her, Victoria rolled her eyes. She did know the old woman and to tell the truth, she didn't like her at all.

—I couldn't take it anymore... So I told him an expletive that you use every day...— She explained. The young women brought their eyes to the wounded brunette, she had a tiny smile that was growing little by little - It was only mentally! But God... heard me and now he is punishing us—

A laugh coming from the brunette was barely heard as she had covered her mouth just in time.

Some of the girls also slowly started to laugh. One of them was Vanessa.

—What did you say to she?— Asked the one with the curly Afros. A pause was in the air, everyone was waiting for the blonde's response.

—Whore— she said, shy and guilty.

The orange and brown haired girl's laughter was heard first.

—What are you teaching Laura Lee, Vic?— I joke. They go towards the other, getting more laughs from the others.

—I'm so sorry Lau, but I'm proud of you! That old woman was the devil himself...— Victoria declared, the blonde smiled fearlessly and let herself go.

—I steal T.J.'s clothes. Maxx.— The black-haired woman declared. A brief silence surrounded the circle of teenagers and they heard Lottie: "I return it and they give me credit that I never use later, so... I have thousands of dollars in T.J. vouchers." Maxx...— Again the waves of laughter filled the forest. Victoria burst into laughter and fell silent instantly since her injury did not allow her to enjoy the moment of abundant happiness. Nobody noticed that.

Nobody was Natalie Scatorccio's nickname, she had noticed how the brunette's radiant smile instantly transformed into a grimace of pain.

The next to speak was Jackie, Victoria didn't pay attention to her, but she managed to put on a small smile in unison with the laughter of the rest of her.

When the brunette looked up from her, she was exposed to the fixed observation of the blonde in front of her. She is tilting her head to the side of her. Natalie demanded an answer as to why Victoria hadn't said anything stupid like she usually did despite the circumstances.

"Are you OK?" She asked, moving her lips to trace those words silently in each other's direction. Vicky gave a thumbs up in response.

Upon receiving her response, Natalie exhaled heavily and turned her head.

The small conversation was over, as was the moment of happiness.

A scream of agony and horror hit the eardrums of everyone around. It was from Coach Scott.

Upon hearing this, Stevens immediately looked for Misty, she was not with them and she was surely the cause of the coach's pain. Some girls got up to look for answers as to why such a scream.

—Shit, I don't think she raped him...—Mari blurted out of nowhere.

—What the hell, Mari...— Everyone answered, including Victoria, who was still sitting in her place.

<=>

Exhaustion had defeated everyone after debating Scott and Misty's way to "Cure" him. Those teenagers collapsed on the hard dirt floor in really uncomfortable positions to try to sleep. They were intertwined near the flames of the fire which warmed them.

Victoria was on her back looking at the dark sky. From time to time she took sharp breaths through her nose and turned to look at the others.

Dry tears remained on her cheeks and some new ones replaced them. Her head was resting on Lottie's leg, who gave her permission to make herself as comfortable as she wanted. One of her hands was resting on her wound, covered in bandages, which became dislocated when Victoria began to play with them, unable to sleep due to the melancholy that was eating away at her head.

The girl had witnessed how some got up in the early morning to go for a walk. Van was one of them and asked him kindly if he wanted to take a walk with her and others. But Victoria rejected the idea, she was not in the mood to walk and she thought that her injury would bother her on the walk.

—What's wrong with you?— A tedious whisper alarmed Victoria. This one she turned her head to the side to see who it was.

It was Natalie. She was turned over but unfortunately awake. —From here I feel like you're breaking your head, you're stressing me out...—she whispered again.

—It's nothing, go back to sleep...— she answered the brunette with a smile directed at the blonde, but she didn't see it.

—Anyway, I'm not sleepy, the adrenaline is still in me,— she joked, turning around. —Come here, you're going to sink Lottie's thigh with your big head full of problems—This she patted the blanket-covered floor. Natalie settled herself better so that the other could be more comfortable.

"I'm fine here," Victoria replied, rolling her eyes. Natalie bit her lower lip. She gave a small laugh and looked back at the brunette.

—Come here, I'm not going to bite you, silly —

With a noticeable pout, Victoria stood up carefully, without making so much noise and watching the ground carefully so as not to step on any girl.

She knelt a few centimeters from Natalie and very carefully she began to lean towards the ground.

At the end she exhaled the contented air. Her heart beat a little faster being free of pressure.

—I hate that you play hard to get...—The blonde commented with her eyes fixed on Victoria. —You know it doesn't work with me—

—Shut your mouth...— Showing a smile, Victoria moved closer to the opponent's face.

Natalie did the same. Her breaths began to connect, the play of glances was the next to begin.

A rebellious lock was placed on the brunette's face. Quickly Nat she carefully removed it, placing it behind her ear.

—What will I do with you?— She murmured with some guilt.

—Natalie...—

—You are my downfall, you know that?— Victoria remained silent, closed her eyes and distanced herself from the other. She turned around with her back to Natalie. This she snorted aggressively.

—Enough of the games, Nat—

-Victory...-

—I want us to finish this cheap movie game. It's not healthy for anyone...— Victoria said. —Let's be Natalie Scatorccio and Victoria Stevens, two girls, a team on the court, classmates—

—We weren't anything serious, Victoria, I just passed my fucking smoke through your mouth— Natalie spat without whispering.

—Don't behave like that... someone might wake up... we'll talk in the morning—

—I'm sorry— she said, approaching the other again. Placing her arm on Victoria's waist, dragging her closer to her.

-What do you think you're doing? Natalie...—

—I want to hug you, I want to feel your aroma because this will be my last time I will have you close with these thoughts—Natalie said, then placed a kiss on Victoria's head. —Let me love you until the sun sets over us... and then we will be two strangers...—

—Are you quoting a paragraph from a literature book?— Stevens joked, making the other girl laugh.

—Maybe—

—Rest Scatorccio...—

[novato-escritor-e-blog]

No mires más estrellas

Mírame a mi

Y la mire

Y su efecto fue tardio

Fragante

Cómo si hubiera pulverizado

En mi su perfume

Fue su efecto

Y tiempo después lo halla yo

descubierto en mi ropa

En mi atuendo blanco

Al correr de los dias

Una mañana

Cuando desperté solo

Musite

La queria todavía

[eclipian]

Alien Stage Subsystem

pt: alien stage subsystem

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed. number of members: 5

divider credit + divider credit

" … My god … My universe ... "

System Name: [prn] of the Stage , Alien Preformers , [prn] who Sang , Space Concert

Collec. Name: Trill , Ivan , Luka , Sua , Hyuna , Space , Comet , Star , Nova , Cosmo , Cosmic , Nebula , Soren

Collec. Pronouns: He/Him , Hy/Hym , Hu/Hum , She/Her , Shy/Hyr , Shu/Hur , They/Them , Thy/Thym , Thuy/Thum , It/Its , Iz/Izs , Ix/Ixs , Xe/Xem , Xe/Xyr , Dae/Daem , Cae/Caer , 👽/👽s ,🛸/🛸s , ☄️/☄️s , 🌌/🌌s , 🌠/🌠s , 🎼/🎼s , 🎵/🎵s , 🎙️/🎙️s , 🎸/🎸s , 🎤/🎤s , 🎶/🎶s

Collec. Gender: Trigender (male + female + synthroin ) , AlienStageGender , Synthroibodiment , Spacelingualic , Horrorcosmium , Idolish , Idolgender , Idolhorder , Idolsplit , Idolthing , Idolbeing , Lumessia , Spaceaesic , Timonoctis , Musicaeli ,

Collec. Attraction: Abro , Idol4Idol , Musitism , Harmonic Attraction , Lyricen Attraction

Collec. Other ID: Alien Copinglink , AIdoAB , Idolvior , Idolvesi , Spaceipsese , Cosmochronal , Cosmic Xenoscent

Origins/Modifiers: Spacebased , Interestbased , Musicabased

Aesthetics: Spacecore , Glowave , Hydrogen , Alien , Raver , Synthwave

Name — Pronouns — Identity — Species — Role(s)

Till / Banger — He/They/Shout/Break/🎸 — Demimasc Shoutgender Guitarish Guitarweaponic , Demirose Uranic — Human — Host Protector

Ivan / Blues — He/Hym/Mic/Slow— Man Veldian/Gay — Human — Socializer Masker

Luka / Sooth — He/Hym/Hus/Sooth — Boy+ Obsessedfreak , Sophian — Human — Emotion Holder

Sua / Swan — She/Xe/Ix — Dovelady Swangender Swanribbon , Pan Lesbian— Human — Co-Host Soother

Hyuna / Buck — She/Shy/They — Agender Woman , Lesbian — Human — Guardian Gatekeeper

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