#Skell speaks

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Got the kiwi.

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Brokeback Mountain.

Brokeback Mountain.

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Can I ask why your profile picture is Lightning McQueen from hit Pixar movie Cars (2006)?

I've been dying for someone to ask. It's an in-game promotional item. You can actually have Lightning McQueen IN YOUR HOUSE.

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With the leaves starting to brown and the air starting to become crisp, your mind wandered to your loved ones as you began to wonder how to celebrate the spooky season with them.

love&deepspace halloween headcannons ! ๋࣭ ⭑🕸

cw : implied fem!reader, mentions of knives, fake spiders, Rafayel lore, all tooth rotting fluff ! this is a collaborative effort by skelle and i :)

wc : 3.6k

Xavier 🧸

Xavier isn’t used to actually celebrating Halloween, especially considering he spends most of his days either sleeping or fighting wanderers. He’s more of the kind to just use the day as an excuse to buy himself a big bag of candy and spend the day on the couch in his apartment. So, when you come to him asking him to pick between two festive welcome doormats, he suddenly starts to grow a newfound interest for the festivity that you emphasized for the holiday.

Xavier would easily get into the rhythm of taking one piece of candy from the decorative platter you had out in your living room and eating it every time he visited. You only started to notice when you passed by one afternoon and realized that all the MilkyWays were gone from the plate.

You had planned a few, cute little stay-at-home dates with him, one of which included carving pumpkins. Xavier was a little confused at first, having to stick his bare hand into the guts of a pumpkin, but watching you become so focused on getting every little seed out and onto the tray between you two caused him to ease up a little more, finding joy in your own.

You popped the pumpkin seeds in the oven, explaining to him that getting in the “fall mood” was important and promising that they tasted good.

Neither of you were very good at carving pumpkins, in fact, Xavier’s barely looked like one in the end. He almost treated it like a wanderer with the way he was using the carving knife you’d given him. You both still ended up placing your pumpkins on display in a corner of the kitchen, you two joking about the process every time you laid your eyes on them.

Because he never really celebrated Halloween, he never really felt the need to dress up before. You were thinking of ways to celebrate with him and you figured it would be funny to ask him to dress up for a costume party being held by the Hunters Association. Another “team bonding” experience as dubbed by Tara. You just didn’t expect Xavier to agree and for the costume you picked out for the both of you to end up looking so good on him.

Choosing a classic princess and knight duo, you used it as an excuse to wear a pretty, flowy dress while Xavier took a more modern approach with his costume, opting to forgo the helmet that came with the outfit but insists lets you secure the cape beneath his shoulder plates.

Bonus: You’d jokingly ask him to dress up as Lumiere from Beauty and the Beast as long as you got to be Plumette.

On the night of the party, you were getting ready to leave, making sure you didn't leave anything behind before heading to the party before you heard a knock at the door. It was probably Xavier coming to pick you up.

You made your way over to the door, making sure not to step on the fabric of the white, frilly dress you wore with your heels. Opening the door, your eyes meet Xavier’s, whose averted from your gaze, the tips of his ears tinged pink.

Your mouth drops open, giving him a once over as your lips curve into a giddy grin. His icy eyes travel from the floor and up your figure, becoming entranced with the look of the dress on your body.

“You… look beautiful,” He murmured as his eyes met yours, a look of awe etched into his expression. The tips of his ears were still a little red from the embarrassment of walking down the complex’s halls in a knight costume.

“Not too bad yourself, Sir Lumiere.” You joked, placing a hand on his chest plate and pushing him backward into the hallway. You closed your apartment door behind you. “We should get going, the party is starting soon.”

You barely got two steps ahead of him before you were gently pulled back, Xavier taking your hand in his. You look at him with a confused expression as he kneels down to one knee.

“Please, let me escort you, Your Highness” He says, his voice soft and gentle, and the look in his eyes even more tender as he kisses the back of your hand. His hand holds yours as if it were porcelain, and his warmth seeps into your skin as he guides you down the hall.

Rafayel ☠️

Rafayel had learned what Halloween was over the course of his time here, but never did he once celebrate it. It wasn’t out of hatred for it, but back in Lemuria it was never celebrated or even heard of. So he had no real idea how to go about participating in such a holiday. Before knowing you, he also had no interest in doing so.

This was precisely why you had made it a point to try and do something fun with him each day of the month of October.

On the first day, as in the very first day of October, you showed up to his home very early, decorations piled in multiple bags all held in one hand, and in the other were a ton of snacks. Day one was decorating his home to fit the vibe.

You explained common myths surrounding the holiday, most of which people don’t consider to be true but regardless it’s fun to talk about. You told him stories from your childhood of how you’re family celebrated and traditions you had each year.

His least favorite decoration was the big black cat figure with its back arched high and fake fur all puffed up. In fact he made you remove it from his presence at once.

Later on in the month you and him had visited a pumpkin patch. Rafayel spent at least two hours scouring for the most perfect pumpkin he could find. one without blemishes and one that was perfectly round. Once he found it he practically begged you to carry it, saying that if something happened he could hurt his wrist and never be able to paint again, eyes big and round and puppy dog-ish

After managing to find “the perfect pumpkin” you returned back to his place to start carving.

Pumpkin carving had so far proven to be his favorite activity, showing off his skills much to your despair.

He looked over to see your pumpkin and complemented its face, noting all the uneven sharp edges forming a sinister smile and slanted eyes. you expressed your gratitude with a smile Only it dropped the minute you looked over at his and he was literally carving a beautiful greek statue depicting icarus on his giant pumpkin. you decided to start cleaning up your own mess and be done after that.

When you brought up your memories of trick or treating as a kid and all the tooth rotting candy you got from it, even having some left over for months after October, he seemed increasingly interested in the event. He practically begged to go this year with you.

You had to sit him down to explain that normally it’s children, young kids who go trick or treating and that normally you’d dress up, so it would be hard to find a costume now anyway.

This did not stop Rafayel from whining and begging on hands and knees to go trick or treating. He didn't stop until you pulled out your laptop in defeat to order a costume online.

You thought he would look handsome in a Phantom of the Opera costume so you ordered one and luckily it would be here just before halloween night.

You had tried a few times to convince Rafayel to go to a costume party instead, something more sophisticated and fun but he was insistent you go to the nearby neighborhood and trick or treat with the local families.

☆BONUS☆ Rafayels favorite candy would ironically be Swedish fish (get it..)

☆BONUS☆ As a joke you definitely asked him to dress up as the little mermaid and prince Eric. you were prince Eric

You sat on Rafayel’s couch waiting for him to change into his costume. You sat in a beautiful vintage cream colored gown to match that of the Phantom’s love interest. Hair done to match the character as much as possible. You fiddled with the lace hemming of the puffy sleeves as you waited for him, adjusting bits and pieces of your dress. You thought back to all the fun you’d had with Rafayel over the month, aside from his insane talent of carving pumpkins he also enjoyed taste testing different candies that you dumped into a plastic candy bowl you had gotten for him.

“I can’t tell if this is right… help me please?” Rafayel walked out of one of the nearby rooms, fiddling with the white mask with one hand and adjusting his tie with the other. The coat tails danced behind him as he walked, shiny black shoes clacking against his tiles floors.

The minute his mauve eyes met yours his face turned red. “You look beautiful. I can see why the Phantom would fall for you,” he bowed, holding his hand out for you to take.

“Thank you Raf, and you… look so handsome,” you smiled, taking your hand into his gloved one, letting him kiss your knuckles.

You gently took the mask and leaned up, fastening it with the velcro band that it came with. You leaned back to make sure it was even and make sure he could see clearly through the cut out hole for his eyes. His hands immediately rested on your hips.

Your eyes widened when you realized. He didn’t need any help with his costume, he just wanted you closer. “Raf!” you scolded, “You didn’t need my help at all.”

“No really, I needed help..” he pretended to pout, only holding you tighter. “Come on, let’s go trick or treating!” He spun around you and dragged you along out of his home.

The two of you walked down a street of cookie cutter houses, decorated to the shingles with fake cobwebs and twinkling purple and orange string lights. Kids ran up and down the street in homemade costumes and store bought ones slinging around little baskets brim filled with candies. The sun was setting quickly and stars began to flicker in the sky.

“Come on! I heard one of the kids say that the house has king size candy bars!” Rafayel slid his gloved hand into yours and dragged you towards a big house. He knocked on the front door, an old woman opening the door while he shouted “Trick or treat!” holding a kids sized pumpkin basket that he insisted he take.

“Aren’t you two a little… old to be trick or treating?” The older woman questioned as she tossed a king sized bar of chocolate into his bag and another for you.

Rafayel frowned, nose scrunching. “There is no age limit to joy,” before stomping off. Most of the night carried on like that, but by the end he had filled his small basket to the top, tiny candies falling over the rim.

Zayne 🧸

Halloween? Celebrating?? Halloween??? As a doctor?? Yeah, no.

Zayne is very used to his colleagues getting in the festive mood, decorating corners of the hospital with purple, orange and black garlands, mugs with black cats on them, and even crafts that some patients (mainly the children), helped with making.

However, Zayne never really had the time himself to make any plans, nor did he really care to. He was too busy all the time, getting called back into work even on his days off, leading surgeries, literally getting not an ounce of sleep. This usually occurred with most holidays, actually.

When you drop by his office, a store bought lunch in tow, you miraculously catch him on his “break”. You sit down across from him, letting him take his portion as he once again separates the carrots from his, giving them to you. You ask him what his plans for the holiday will be, or if he has any, and he’s almost confused for a second. When he remembers it’s October and the people of Linkon are getting excited for a particular, sweets-filled holiday, he admits he’s never really had room for celebrations.

You almost take a personal offense to this. Has he never felt the joy of sitting down in a dark room, a bowl of candy in hand, as a classic horror movie plays on a flatscreen? Immediately, you insist Zayne requests the day off. Almost just as quickly, he denies your demand. (He used Meow This.)

After plenty of convincing (which mainly consisted of leaning on his shoulder, giving him your best puppy dog eyes), he knew he couldn’t say no to you. He reluctantly agreed to take Halloween off, much to his colleagues' surprise.

As the week progressed, you introduced several ways to celebrate with him. Scenic walks in the park with overly sweetened pumpkin spice lattes in hand, going to halloween stores and picking up tacky decorations and cheap candy, and even trying your hands at making your own apple cider.

Zayne didn’t really seem like the type to go to a costume party, so you decided to spare him from more of your begging pleading. However, he still wasn’t exempt from wearing a costume.

Bonus: Zayne’s favorite candies are snow caps or york patties.

Bonus: You mentioned it would be funny if you two dressed up as Snowmeiser and Heatmeiser.

“Zayne, have you seen the candy bowl I set up earlier? I can’t remember where I left it. I thought it’d be on the counter…” You mumble to yourself, shuffling between the areas of the kitchen and the front door, trying to look for the bowl.

From around the corner, behind the bathroom door, you hear his silvery voice call out. “l believe you left it on the coffee table in front of the couch,” He answered as the bathroom door jiggled.

You turn around to look in the direction of the coffee table, seeing the bowl of candy and catching a glimpse of the door opening, revealing Zayne clad in black, red and white. Your eyes trail down his figure as you bite your lip, taking note of the deep cut of the white, frilly shirt on his chest. You grin widely as you stride over to him with excitement.

“I fail to see the appeal in dressing up like this. I feel foolish.” He sighs, analyzing your giddy reaction with tenderness. You smile up at him, beginning to fix a strand of hair that fell from his slicked-back style before ultimately deciding he looked better that way.

“Oh, come on Zayne! You make an amazing Dracula!” You exclaim. You get on your tip toes and lean towards his ear before saying “And a very, very attractive one at that,” in a hushed voice. Your hand gingerly rests upon his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken just by a hair. His ears tinge with pink before the look in his eyes match that of yours.

“You look better in this kind of thing than I do, but I’ll humor you for tonight.” You watched as the fake fangs he wore poked out from inside his mouth as he spoke, pursing your lips in response.

“Maybe I should ask you to wear this kind of thing more often…” You murmured, eyes lingering on his lips. Zayne’s expression twitched in the slightest, squinting before he decided to tease you back.

“Careful, beloved. These fangs aren’t just for show.” He whispered, leaning down slightly as his lips just barely brushed against your ear.

Sylus ☠️

Sylus was used to spending most of the holidays alone in his mansion with only Luke and Kieran to entertain him. Despite the N109 zone being inhabited primarily by conmen and other criminals–and despite not having any favorable visitors before you– Luke and Kieran were persistent in their efforts to at the very least decorate the main foyer.

Halloween was by far the easiest to decorate for considering the dark atmosphere and eerie decor already inhabiting the mansion.

Despite the now habitual ruckus caused by the twins during the few days leading up to Halloween, Sylus was pleasantly surprised when you asked him to celebrate the holiday with you.

What he did not realize was “celebrating” in fact meant helping you with the last finishing touches to your apartment for a costume party you were hosting. Not that he minded really, getting to spend some time with you outside the comfortable darkness of the N109 zone and instead the excessively bright skies of Linkon was more than acceptable. You assured him every one was too busy preparing for the weekend to notice him or be concerned about his presence.

Helping lug around big bags full of the last needed decorations and goodies he proposed playing a classic horror movie in the background to help motivate the two of you to decorate. When you agreed he quickly set up Friday the Thirteenth.

He used his evol to get in the hard to reach places and to hold the candy bowl out of your reach when he thought you’d eaten too many too early in the morning.

The day of the party arrived much quicker than he anticipated, but for once he seemed relatively excited to spend it doing something other than sitting around his home. Luke and Kieran were unrelenting in their endeavors to be invited to the costume party.

He had forgotten about that aspect of celebrating. Aside from whatever Luke and Keiran prepare for either themselves or him, he never partook in any festivities himself. That’s why when you initially marched up to him with a decorative bag in tow asking him to dress up in a matching partner costume he said no.

Disappointed but not defeated, you endlessly negotiated, tried to strike up deals, and nearly begged. It didn’t take too much convincing to match with you when he heard you mumble about returning the product.

He opened the bag, playfully rolling his eyes at the pleased and self satisfying look on your face. Inside the bag he could see a dark gray set of something fluffy. He looked up from the bag, unamused. Pulling out the items he realized it was the parts of a wolf costume. Fluffy gray ears attached to a cheap plastic headband, a small wolf tail attached to a stretchy velcro belt, and two big fluffy wolf paws that would surely make it hard to grab a piece of candy from the snack bowl or text the twins back to tell them they were invited to the party.

His surprise grew when he noticed in your own hands a small red cloak and a wicker basket. The classic fairy tale of the big bad wolf and little red riding hood. It was definitely an amusing duo idea you had come up with for sure.

☆BONUS☆ His favorite candy would probably be something “spicy” like Hot Tamales or Red Hots!

☆BONUS☆ As a joke you’d ask him to dress up as a scarecrow to see if it spooks mephisto

Sylus tapped his foot impatiently behind your closed door, pushing the tuft of fur away from his wrist to check the time on his watch. It was ten minutes til the party was supposed to start and he was waiting for you to finish the last touches of your costume. His gaze swerved around the apartment, the faint sound of a halloween playlist playing softly from a speaker in the kitchen, helping to set the atmosphere.

Fake spider webs with abnormally large spiders were hung in every corner of the ceiling, different horror movies playing on the screen, dangling fairy lights of purple and orange decorated some areas of the apartment. There was even a small fog machine that was hidden behind the couch. The work you had done—the work he had helped you with—certainly was worth it.

The door clicked getting his attention, looking over he felt rather pleased being your costume partner for the evening, seeing how you looked.

The red cloak billowed delicately behind you as you walked over to him, the hood resting loosely on your hair. He looked you top to bottom not bothering to hide the smirk on his face. The dress was a simple cottage-core style ensemble: frilly, short and sweet accompanied by black tights and brown heels. The wicker basket swung around your wrist. Twirling, you chimed, “How do I look? Do I look like i'm on my way to bring my grandma some sweets?” You opened the basket to reveal a couple of candies resting on the bottom.

“You look great, Sweetie,” Sylus hummed, lifting the hand of yours that wasn’t holding the wicker basket to his lips to plant a kiss on your knuckles. His free hand sliding into one of the openings in the basket to snag a candy and pocket it for later.

Letting go of your hand, he slipped it around your waist and under the cloak, squeezing you close to his side. The paws he wore took up almost all the space along your torso with his giant they were. He hated how he could barely feel you beneath the thick fabric of those damned paws.

“Oh my, what big teeth you have!” You playfully teased, nudging him in the side with your hip.

Sylus leaned down, lips close to your ear, “The better to eat you with, my dear.”

A knock on the apartment door left you no room to retort as the party had started. All you could do was try to collect yourself as he sent a wink your way before greeting the guests.

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breathes in deeply, steeple fingers, ancient elvhen and closer relatives annoyed grumbling beneath the read more

I really wish they would stop pushing morrigan on us

I get it, she is a kick ass character but my god. and now she has a fragment of mythal? the limited carried choices from inquisition is now showing. also this whole chat after the regrets does not vibe with my bones. I get it, there can be multiple fragments spread across but this feels heavy handed narrative wise.

also they keep alluding to solas and mythal's relationship in parts that really irk me lmao I am here for the other gods, including elgar'nan killing her in the end, but my god this whole chat with morrigan irked me

hell, if not the inquisitor there's a perfectly good merril somewhere in all of thedas ffs

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My Webkinz hippo is in here. :)

Highlights of Artfight Week 3!

MDEV0's character Cloudform!

Spiktrik's character Glutamen!

@garblegarden's character Elbaite!

jusyeboi's character Tuna!

@viscereptile's character Cassius!

@teaerrors' character Theia!

@deck0fcards' character Jellie!

@sephtheroth's character Dalia!

@numbattery's character Rosie!

Crowbobot's character Jagged Jack!

@devogamer's character Meat Pony!

@skelleste's Webkin Cindra!

@teaerrors' character Bram!

[captainskells]

I just finished the confrontation with orin with my (resisting) durge and oh

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Every once in a while I’ll come across another japanese xenoblade fan and be like they’re just like me fr 😭

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Anó What is your opinion of Killer with freckles

Y’know I had to draw it cause I was indecisive

Except I’m still indecisive dbxbbxbxhdh

Like, generally speaking, I love the idea of bone imperfections much more than any skin related thing when it comes to these silly skeletons, so I think chalky texture, bone bumps, imbalances, and hair fractures, etc

I do love freckles tho and I have an exception for them

And I like to associate freckles with magic much more than a skelle having them by default, but I still love them a lot when I see them with Blue, Dream or Ink

I never thought about Killer with freckles tbh, and now that I see Killer with freckles I’m here like huh

I guess I’d say I’m neutral on it, don’t hate it and not opposed to it by any means, and I do like it even, but it’s not something that I’m absolutely crazy about???

Like i’d love seeing it in other artworks made by other people but it’s not something I’d do in my own artworks vjvjjvjvjggjvj

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3rd, with the 4th being acceptable as well, because they look most like positive senses of interest by combining a smile with inquisitive, non-pained eyebrows. Most of these look disgusted, confused or offended which is not what you'd want if you meant to hint that you may actually want an item. Anyway, these fit the style of the trading tables really well. It'd be so useful to have one available in game.

If there was a "maybe" option which one do YOU think would fit best?

Let me know!

[vannys-pizzaplex-askblog]

Ticklish Kitty Cat

Lers: Riley

Lees: Skell

Riley was speaking to Skell, talking about how many old knives she collected yesterday.

"And then I found a butcher's knife, and a butter knife, and a- Are you even listening to me??"

She looked up at Skell, who wasn't paying attention at all. Instead, he was just on his phone. Skell just nodded in response.

"Uh huh....Yup, I'm listening.."

Riley huffed, crossing her arms.

"No you aren't! You're just on your phone!"

Skell scoffed, glancing down at her.

"Yeah...Was it that hard to realize?"

He went back to looking at his phone. Riley let out another huff, growing more annoyed.

"Come on, Skell! Just listen to meeeee!"

She poked at Skell's side rapidly. This caused him to squeak, immediately covering his mouth.

"Eep-!"

Riley's eyes lit up slightly. She wasn't expecting that, but she thought it was amusing.

"Aww, what's that? Is someone maybe... Ticklish?"

Skell's eyes widened, taking a step back from Riley.

"N-No-! No, I'm not!"

Riley giggled, wiggling her fingers in front of Skell before lunging at him and scratching at his belly.

"Yes you are! You wouldn't have squeaked when I poked you if you weren't ticklish!"

Skell immediately burst into squeaky giggles, trying to swat Riley's hands away.

"Eheheheheek-! *Snort* Stop ihihit!"

Riley's smirk widened as she continued to scratch Skell's stomach. She wasn't expecting someone like him to be so ticklish, but his reactions were worth it.

"Nah...I don't think I will! Besides, you're like a tall, ticklish kitty cat!"

She moved her hands up to Skell's wings, rubbing and scratching them mercilessly. Skell let out a loud squeal, dropping his phone.

"W-WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO! N-NOT- *SNORT* NOT THE WIHIHIHINGS! *SNORT*"

Riley snickered, continuing to tickle the soft bat like wings.

"Looks like I found a bad spot, hmm? What a ticklish kitty you are."

Skell wheezed, his face turning a dark red.

"STAHAHAHAP! *SNORT* PLEHEHEHEHEASE!"

Riley hummed, pretending to think of Skell's plea.

"I dunno....Are you gonna listen when I'm talking to you? Hmm?"

Skell rapidly nodded, tears spilling out of his eyes.

"YEHEHEHES-! *SNORT* I-I'LL LIHIHIHISTEN! JUST *SNORT* STOHOHOHOP!!"

Riley snickered, finally pulling her hands away.

"Good! You better."

Skell leaned against the wall, eventually catching his breath and glaring at her.

"...You better start running."

Riley's eyes widen in fear as she backed away before running for dear life.

"AH CRAP- I'M SORRY-"

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Hey Goat, do you have any recommendations for tops/outfits for EF doctors? Anything that has a collared coat, with anything underneath. Thank you!

Oh, totally! You know I love a good jacket/coat.

Absolutely long as hell post to follow, as I don't do anything by halves. Click the pics to find the DL links!

@themeasureofasim's most recent upload for EF comes to mind first!

This EF conversion I did of @pforestsims's Open Blazer with Padded Shoulders would work too.

These jackets of course, from this NL outfit but then made into a top and converted to EF by me, would meet your need.

Cocomama at MTS has these jackets as well.

And these!

And these, also.

Skell has made these blazers available for EF! I like that these have a 3/4 and short sleeve option.

Maybe a touch more casual than you were asking for, but skittlessims's quilted jackets might work for you - and they are available for EF.

And these EF conversions of @sushigal007's Dori Jacket by @deedee-sims might be too formal! But a collared jacket none the less.

This outfit conversion + plain color version by @rented-space is available for EF.

If you wanted a full outfit with a jacket for EF, these by dustfinger at MTS might work.

Or if a University mesh is more your thing! If you don't have defaults for efbodyblazerpants, this recolor by javabean_dreams at MTS is cute.

Speaking of efbodyblazerpants! @rudhira made an EF conversion of this @memento-sims suit. I think there is a custom version available?

GP10 JACKET SHORT has an EF mesh, and if used with high-waisted bottoms, would fit the bill!

Stuffy, but this Skell /ts2repository top would work!

@claudettesims did a bunch of EF jackets that can be used with bottom-only dresses!

More of a shirt than a jacket, but this separated @whattheskell top could be retextured to be more jacket-y?

This @rented-space conversion is an excellent option!

Also by @rented-space - could be too casual for what you are looking for? But it does have an EF mesh, and with appropriate retexturing, could work for you.

Skell's separated Crumplebottom top would be a choice.

And FINALLY - trapping was always making EF conversions of stuff, so their archive most likely has a jacket in there somewhere?

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Big thrift store score today.

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Damn they're packing heat.

my life my rules my style my attitude 😒

[peachyxboy]

A Love so Sweet, it Hurts 🥀 - Hello Hello 💐

El Michoacano - Albuquerque, New Mexico

Circa 2004

Lalo never thought himself to be an anxious man. He never had a reason to be. Despite all the things he's done, and will continue to do, he never really had nerves in his stomach or a tightness in his chest. He always had a calmness and joie de vivre that just came naturally to him. However, the feeling of anticipation didn't leave the whole time. The excitement of knowing by the end of the week, he would finally get to see her. Though, as much as he wanted to spend the time thinking and planning out their evening, unfortunately, Lalo had some bigger fish to fry. He still knew his reasons for being here, and that his real goal was to run the business as smoothly as possible, while also trying to get to the bottom of what Fring was planning. Specifically, his business with Werner Ziegler. He knew there were no associates with that name, or any plans of expanding to Germany. At least, they (the real cartel) weren't. The more Lalo found out about Fring, the more questions seemed to turn up.

Nevertheless, there was still business to be done like today's count. Nothing was out of the ordinary, aside from Lalo's thoughts. "Werner Zeigler...Werner Zeigler. Zeeiiigler," he murmured to himself, not caring if Nacho found it annoying (which he did), "You know how many Werner Zeiglers there are in Germany? Twenty-seven. Twenty-six now, according to Mrs. Zeigler.

Nacho just shook his head as he fidgeted with a salt packet. "I told you, I never heard of the guy."

"What about 'Michael'?"

Nacho leaned back in his chair, "Like I said, I only know the names of two guys over there."

"Yeah, yeah. Victor and Tyrus," he rapped his fingertips on his thighs, before his gaze landed on the street dealer and he pointed towards him, "You."

"Y-Yeah?" he asked anxiously.

"Werner Zeigler, you ever heard of that guy? Werner. Zeigler?"

"Uhh, no."

"What about Michael? A bald gringo. He's in the game."

The dealer just shook his head, and Lalo dropped the subject for now. However, he did continue to talk out loud, before turning to his two men and trying to sniff out if there was anything else. "So there's nothing new going on, huh? Nothing...different?"

"Like what?"

"Like anything."

Nacho was silent, but Domingo shot him a worried look before turning to face forward again. Lalo immediately noticed and turned his gaze to him. Unfortunately for Nacho, Dom couldn't keep a secret with that baby face and doe-eyes. "What?" Lalo asked sternly.

Nacho could see the other start to grow nervous from the pressure, so he tried to quickly interject, "It's nothing."

Lalo gave him a look, to which he only tried to explain it away, "It's nothing, man, couple of skells on Fourth have been complaining that this stuff is stepped on."

"Stepped on?" he looked towards baby face, "You hear that too?"

Domingo finally turned to face him and shrugged, "They say it's different."

"Different how?"

"Skells complain," Nacho tried to reassure him, "It's what they do."

Lalo thought for a moment before standing. "Okay. Show me."

Nacho and Dom gave each other one last look, before Nacho stood to drive him. Just as they were about to leave the restaurant, Lalo turned back and took out his wallet, "You know where Lovelace Hospital is, right Domingo?"

"Yeah, why?"

Lovelace Hospital

Tala on the other hand was not fairing well with the anticipation. She had already misplaced two of her pens, and it wasn't even lunch yet. A million things were going through her mind, and while plans of cocaine distribution and possible rivals weren't one of those things, she still had a very full plate. The thing that was bugging her the most, were her feelings towards Lalo. She would be lying if she said there wasn't an attraction, but what Tala didn't know was how far that attraction went. Obviously, she could only speak for herself when it came to her feelings. She liked Lalo a lot, probably more than a lot if she were being honest, but there was still things she had to consider. For all she knew, she could just be a fling Lalo wanted to distract himself while here in America. Additionally, she didn't know if and when Lalo would return to Mexico, and she didn't wanted to get too ahead of herself in thinking what that would mean for them.

As much as her mind wanted to stay on the topic of her love life, Tala still had a job to do. She was doing her rounds when she noticed a familiar face standing at the nurse's station: "Dom?"

He turned and she could see in his hands were a bouquet of roses, "Hey, doc."

"You visiting someone?" she asked.

"No, these are for you," he said as he handed them over.

Tala smiled as she took the flowers in her hands, "Confessing your love already?"

He blushed and laughed, "No, they're from Lalo. I'm just delivering."

She immediately paused and looked at the card attached to them:

Two more days.

This time, Tala's cheeks went flushed as a smile formed on her face. "I-I...tell him I said thank you. Sorry that he made you deliver these all the way here, though."

"No, it's cool. I'm not the only one."

Tala's expression turned puzzled, "The only one?"

Just then, the elevator had opened and a procession of eleven of Lalo's street dealers came in with a bouquet of all different kinds of flowers. The sight was definitely something to behold as these rough-looking thugs all had a bouquet in hand, before placing it on the desk in front of her. Everyone had stopped to look at the commotion, the nurses giggling with excitement at the new material they would gossip about later. Tala stood there in utter shock, but her heart did flutter at the idea of Lalo planning this romantic gesture.

During her lunch break, Tala had stepped out to make a call.

"Hello?"

"I thought we agreed on no more causing scenes at my hospital?" she teased.

"Doctora. So you got my flowers?"

"Yes. All twelve of them."

"I didn't know which ones you likes the most."

"You know, you could've just got one of each flower for one bouquet."

"And why would I do just the bare minimum for you when I can always do more?"

Admittedly, Tala did feel the familiar fluttering in her chest again when he said that. "Well, I just wanted to thank you. They're all lovely."

"I'm glad you think so, I wanted something that could try and match your beauty."

"Are you just saying that so I'll see you sooner?"

"Depends, can you?"

Tala chuckled, "Unfortunately, I can't. I have another late night. Sorry."

"Don't be, I enjoy waiting for you."

Just as Tala was about to say something, she heard her pager go off. She sighed, "I have to go, but I'll try and call you when I can."

"I look forward to it."

Nacho's Car

Nacho had tried not to vomit while hearing Lalo speak with the doctor over the phone. Honestly, he wished he traded placed with Dom and didn't have to sit through all this lovey-dovey shit. He had spoken with Fring regarding the doctor, and Gus had advised to try and see if there was anything serious going on. And if the doctor was to get involved more than just physically, that he should report it immediately. For Tala's sake, Nacho hoped she wouldn't. He had only interacted with her in passing when she was still Hector's doctor, but she seemed like a good person. And way too smart to get involved with a Salamanca. He was relieved though when he finally hung up.

"Are you in a relationship, Nacho?"

He glanced over at his boss for a second before back on the road, "No."

"No girlfriend, wife? Nothing like that?"

"No," he repeated.

Lalo just hummed as he looked at the passing buildings, "So you wouldn't know a place to take someone on a date? Somewhere nice? Not a club, but maybe a lounge or restaurant."

Nacho was about to reiterate himself when he got a sudden idea.

"I might know a place."

[winterpower98]

I am here to talk about my OCs!

Because @elianaroselight and I have talked about them so much we developed 4 RPs about them (that have been going for over a year now) and got a whole system going

Buckle up, it's long

First, there's Ju Ling's family, who now has 3 mates and 7 children (without counting the ones she lost). Her mates are Ju Jing the oni, Ri Shi and the white tiger of the west, Baihu. Her siblings are Hua and Ping, who have, respectively, the vermilion bird of the south, Zhuque, and the azure dragon of the east, Qinglong, as their mates.

Then there's Yue Shi and his mate Fengbao. Feng became friends with their doctor Jiahao, who had two twin kits that became friends (and enemies if you ask Shu) with Feng's kits. Jiahao's husband is Pingyi, who teaches sign language, and is friends with Ju Jing because he and his sister (name missing) were all at the same orphanage. Pingyi is also Cixin's teacher, Zan's adopted son. He's not mute or def but has trouble speaking and often communicates by repeating sounds or words (in the voice of the person that spoke them). Cixin and Tai Shi (one of Ju Ling's cubs) have pet ducks together.

The biological mothers of Tai Shi and the rest of the tiger cubs are Lan (who has Tai Shi, 2 tiger cubs that she lost, and Ju, a lynx cub she adopted) and An (who has Jingyi, Ling Min, Heng and Yawen) Tai Shi's dad is Qiong Qi, no one likes him. Baihu is the father of the other cubs. Depending on the AU, An and Lan are platonic mates with Ju Ling and the others and live in a huge ass house.

But anyway, Baihu is a big sweetheart who does his best to be a good baba. He loves seafood and spicy food and Ju Jing and Ri Shi very much feed into that. Lan grew a passion for gardening and plants and it was a great bonding moment for her and Ju Ling.

But anyway, all of An's cubs are adorable Jingyi likes plants and helps her moma with her garden. She even found a salamander once and wanted to keep it as a pet. Heng loves the sky and the sea, which works well with his uncle Ping, who works at an aquarium, and his yeye who used to be an astrologist. Yawen likes the sky, but specifically the clouds. He loves Wukong's nimbus and asks him to conjure it any time he comes over. And Ling Min is a little fighter that loves dragons and adores her gugu Mei.

Then there is Bai He's family. Obviously, her parents are the general Ba and Beng. Her wife is Zhi Hao, a gibbon demon the size of a wardrobe which works as a blacksmith. So you know, guaranteed thirst trap. Their children are Hua Mei, the oldest girl, Hao the only boy, and their twins Guiyin and Li Lei who is named after the empress of the kingdom of women, who Bai He is friend with.

There's also Kai Hu's group of friends! They call themselves the lost ones because Kai's cousin calls him Peter Pan. They are Chao a cat fish demon (not a catfish. a cat and fish demon), Juan a one-eyed cat demon, Fen a bunny demon, Bo the only human and Huangshu, a gibbon demon that was adopted into Kai's family and became his cousin.

And then there's Shu's group (she is one of Yue Shi and Fengbao's triplets kits), aka Lupin gang wannabe. Shu is of course Lupin, then we have Leale, a dog demon who is 100% based on Jigen, I'm not even going to hide that, and just discovered that he has 2 siblings, and Rampion, who was made as a joke with Skelle but he fits in this group of misfits. And I can't forget the Fujiko of the group, Junjie, who is also one of Jiahao's kits. The other one of Jiahao's kits is Xinyi who married Bao, Shu's second brother.

Last group that I can remember is Ling Min's family. Her mate is Hebo, a leopard gecko demon, and their adopted kids: Xu Qiu a dear and lion demon, Bian a they/them human, Hongbo an otter demon and Wuyue a baby lizard demon that Xu Qiu found in the snow