#Ten's OCs: Voi

[tenander]

8: PAST -What was your OC like as a child? -Where did they grow up? -Are there any significant moments from their past that shaped who they are?

It's gonna be one of my Star Wars OCs, Voi Oruka, for this one.

Voi was a very bratty and sulky child, which is what happens when you keep telling a child they will be the Boss of everyone around them one day but also allow them zero freedom or agency.

He grew up in his own estate, hidden for his safety, but very isolated as result... and much too large for a single child. Not that he was given many opportunities to roam it, he spent most of his early childhood in a class room of some sort or other.

It was when he discovered his Force powers (the 'jedi mind trick' or Misdirect in game terms) that everything changed drastically. For one, he was now equipped to escape his teachers, trainers and guards for a few hours of precious freedom when he needed to. For another, he now had something unique to him that was not a role imposed by others. Something that gave his life a meaning nobody else controlled but him. And finally it was something he could work toward that was worth going along with the expectations placed upon him for now in order to gain access to knowledge and resources. He became a well-behaved (if one tolerates his brief disappearances every now and then) boy who excelled at his tasks and duties. ... until the day he turned of age and ran away for good.

[vernalloy]

3 Ships: I. I uh. Don’t ship much. I’ve been working on my OCs recently but I don’t think they count? (I call them Coyfog btw :3c) Off the top of my head of stuff that makes me go ough I’m going to say… 1 Aziraphale & Crowley. I’ve been enjoying Petrigrof but I haven’t seen Adventure Time so I don’t think my enjoyment of them really counts. 2 Orphydice, obviously. 3 Gary & Andy from The World’s End I guess. I haven’t consumed media in so long.

First Ever Ship: Probably Spyro x Cynder? From Skylanders.

Last Song: Know How - Young MC. Unless you count voice lessons in which case it’s Voi Che Sapete by Mozart.

Last Movie: I’m not counting the first ten minutes of Baby Driver. Unless I watched something else recently it was probably Back to the Future Part One. I’m SWAMPED.

Currently Reading: American Gods & the Good Omens script book by Neil Gaiman! Going have to return the latter soon.

Currently consuming: Just finished dinner! Now eating wabber 🥛 (there’s no glass of water emoji).

Currently craving: Perhaps a Tootsie Pop. I’ve an accursed sweet tooth.

9 people you would like to get to know better

tysm for the tag @alexmey-does-an-arts!

1. 3 ships; bowuigi, metadede, heavy/medic(I forget the name lol)

2. first ever ship; alphyne

3. last song; Ghost Cowboys by Louie Zong

4. last movie; Midsommar. That was…something

5. currently reading; Dante and Aristotle discover the secrets of the universe. Pretty fire

6. currently watching; JCS criminal psychology

7. currently consuming; nothing

8. currently craving; Iced Cream. About to go get it. I know there’s mind chip in my freezer (:

9 people to tag; @littlegreenwyvy, @garf-official, @d1nosaurpower, @tractor-inside-joke-fucker, @junkydoodlez, @seacrown, @neldu-nak, @darkcanid19, @stormyykat

[animal-in-city]

¡Nre'fa-o! ¡soy Archie!

¡Este es un blog dedicado a mas bien una sona de conform sobre mis traducciónes y la Xenofición Animal. aqui te encontraras con diseños, Teasers, Traducciónes y alguna que otra cosa normal del fandom, fan-art au ect.... ¡Espero que tengas una linda tarde!

Normas:

Solo tengo algunas reglas, solo te pido que las respetes y respetes mis límites .

No me envías NINGÚN contenido nsfw/”sugerente”. Esto incluye solicitudes y mensajes. También les pido que se abstengan de comentarios como estos sobre mi arte, me hacen sentir muy incómodo. Tampoco me etiquetan ni me envían nada con gore, el ligero está bien pero el violento no.

NO vuelva a publicar ni editar mi arte. Esto incluye usarlo en la edición de un video y publicarlo en Pinterest. La única excepción a esta regla es si hice el arte específicamente para ti.

No tolerar contenidos anti-LGBT+, racistas, pedófilos e incestuosos.

¡Puedes usar mis diseños para algun proyecto! simplemente no quites mis creditos y ¡etiquetame para poder verrlo!. me daria mucho ver mis diseños en arte o cualquier cosa. :D

¡También me inspiran los diseños y el arte de nifty-senpai! Me gusta probar cosas nuevas. asi que no te sorprendas si algun diseño te recuerda a ella.

Otra cosa, no uses mis diseños de mala fe, si me entero que alguno de mis diseños fueron usados de mala fe ¡seras advertido!. no tolerare eso.

Al igual que mis diseños por favor NO uses mis traducciónes de mala fe, tampoco quites mis creditos. si los puedes compartir pero no reclames mis traducciónes como tuyas.

NO pidas traducciones, ¡puedes recomendar libros y lo tomare en cuenta! pero no pidas traducciones de ser asi lo voy a ignorar

ACLARACIÓNES:

Solo unas aclaraciónes mas que nada, solo te pido que las respetes y respetes mis límites respecto a lo que voy a decir .

Hablo como se me de la gana (ya sea español o ingles) no tolerare a la gente que no tolera el español. es mas para que se les quite este blog estara en español y punto (con esto no digo que si hablas ingles no lo hables, simplemente ten en cuenta que las cosas que se publican mayormente esta en español, rara vez es en ingles).

NO pidas diseños de Warrior cats, Wings of Fire ni Watership Down, esas series ya estan muy MUY quemadas tanto que te puedes encontrar los diseños en CUALQUIER parte de internet. pide eso y lo ignorare a mas no poder.

El robo de estilo NO existe, no molestes con eso.

¡Ya sé que no están completos! No tienes que decirme eso y si crees que necesitas decirme que su pelaje tiene un color incorrecto! Los dibujo, como QUIERO y no como TÚ QUIERES y es a MI interpretación, si no te gusta pues entonces has los TUYOS PROPIOS

Si quiero utilizar estos diseños para cosas propias mias como mis Oc's ¡lo voy a hacer y lo haré!, es como una pequeña sona de conform.

Publicaré/Patrocinare traducciones no sólo mias si no también de otras personas que no tengan relación con LGG ya sean mias o los otros con los créditos aquí junto con unos pequeños diálogos. Así que si también aquí voy a estar publicando mis traducciónes junto a un link pa que los puedan leer.

Perdon si sueno agresivo pero encerio quiero estar tranquilo en este blog y quiero aclarar esto por que ya conosemos como es internet.

¡Creo que eso es todo lo que quería decir en mi publicación fijada! Editaré esto a medida que cambie la información :3 Cualquier duda o sujerencia ¡mi buzon de preguntas esta aqui!

Gracias por leer

[that-irishman-fan]

I would like a star trek match up idc which one the persons from,im bigender and use she/her/they/them pronouns,i go by ivy or cupid idc which one people call me as long as they call me one of those! im a very feminine person who wears makeup,dresses,very feminine things!i perfer dresses over any type of pants,i like my hair and i consantly take care of it,i love when people play with my hair,or when i can play with someones hair. Im emotional and very affectionate,i love to bake,and i would like to cuddle but it takes me a lot of courage to ask ,i have a hard time understanding stuff and i can apper harsh or to calm in situations,im shy around new people,hate conflict,and use fantasy and making up ocs and stories as a coping mechinism,i have blonde gingerish hair and blue eyes,i zone out and have mood swings when im bored so i always make sure im busy,im in volleyball, and theatre classes,i can be very sensitive and affection can calm me down,im shy around new pople but when you get to know me im a bit chaotic and not quiet,ill gush about my special intrest,and im autistic, (sorry if its to long,remember to drink water,take care of yourself,and enjoy your night/day :) )

Hi hi hi friendo! Thank you SO much for your submission, apologies about my delay in getting it out to you! It’s a pleasure to meet another neurodivergent person on this blog! WOW, you nailed the guidelines perfectly! Thank you for being so diligent in the details and open with yourself, you sound like a wonderful person! If its okay with you, two characters from The Next Generation and Voyager immediately came to mind for me that I hope are okay with you! Please let me know whether or not it is and I’ll fix it however you’d like! 

( GIFs are NOT MINE, all credit goes to their owners, and Star Trek and its characters are NOT MINE originally either )

FANDOM: Star Trek TNG and Star Trek VOY

GENRE: Requested match-up, headcanons, fluff, and romantic relationship

SYNOPSIS: A match-up for the fantastic and beautiful person who asked! Thank you again for sending this in, I had an absolute blast writing it and getting to you know!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: None at all! This is pure fluff for the masses, ha ha!

For Star Trek: The Next Generation, I’m going to ship you with either Lieutenant Commander Data or Counsellor Deanna Troi!

Your cuddly affection, need for action, sensitivity, and positivity would be absolutely adorable in the context of a relationship with Data, an android who cannot experience emotions in the way humans do. I feel that he would gravitate towards your sweet demeanour, loving empathy, and all around bubbly love of life that is so contrary to his static outlook on the world as a robot. Deanna Troi is also a very tender, sentimental person who would recognize your quiet but big personality for the beautiful one it was. I can imagine you two sharing a chocolate sundae together in Ten Forward, gushing over your interests and holding hands as you gaze lovingly at each other. 

In terms of Star Trek: Voyager, I think that you and Lieutenant B’elanna Torres or Ensign Harry Kim would be perfect! 

B’elanna can understand your shy reservation at meeting new people quite well, having respect for you not throwing your entire self out into a blossoming new relationship. Your self-patience and boundaries are something that are highly attractive to her. Plus, she can relate to needing affection to calm down from heightened situations as well. Her Klingon side doesn’t hinder her from the desire for comfort through physical touch, no matter how much she denies it. Harry Kim is an enthusiastic as you are when it comes to your special interests, he loves hearing you happy and talk about what is dear to you. The stories and scenarios you weave in your head are always fascinating to him, something he admires greatly in you--both for your brilliant imagination and the maturity of which you handle anxiety through it. Then there’s the bonus of having a significant other who can bake damn well like you. He’ll always be sneaking around the Voyager with sweets, goodies, and treats in his pockets, quickly nipping at one in hopes that he won’t be caught by any superior officers. 

Thank you so much again, my friend, for requesting these! Please also make sure to take care of yourself and feel free to send in whatever you like! Have a great day everyone and enjoy the remainders of your summer! 

[zepskies]

And So It Goes - Part 1

Summary: As Madelyn Stillwell’s personal assistant, Helena Flores finds herself caught between protecting her job — and more importantly her life — or helping Billy Butcher bring down the supe who killed her best friend, Becca. 

Pairing: Butcher/OFC (Latina!OC)

AN: So I freakin' love this show (can’t wait for season 3, evidently), and this idea has been rattling around my brain for a while. Not a reader insert, but it’s my first time posting any writing on here since most of my stuff is on Ao3. Hope you enjoy the ride! This first chapter takes place in season 1x05. 

ASIG Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2,600 Warnings: Language

Part 1: Sasquatch & Chili Cheese

The Believe Expo, contrary to popular belief, was one of Vought’s most important events of the year. 

Bringing all the supe-worshipping Christians together at a steaming hot fairgrounds served to solidify their conservative base, tote out some Americana via Homelander’s appearance, and put on the show to end all shows up on that stage.

Now they had Starlight to complete the look—the doe-innocent persona giving off Virgin Mary vibes. Helena rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses.

Ugh. Fuck me.

Helena Flores had grown up Catholic, like most good little girls in a Hispanic household. Even now, for how long she’d been a party to this overpriced scam and hypocrisy, it still made her a bit sick to watch Ezekiel to stand above all these starry-eyed idiots and claim superheroes were ordained by God.

She maintained a different view: all supes were whores.

Once the opener came to a close and the next B-list supe with actual damn angel wings took to the stage, Helena noticed a red and blue blur flying overhead and heard the distant thump of a landing. 

Sighing quietly, she held her clipboard and tablet closer to her chest and made her way back to the staff-only tents, raising her sunglasses to the top of her head. Homelander was right on time, which meant she had to plaster a more neutral expression on her face before he came thundering in.

And thunder he did, with Ashley trailing quickly (and nervously) behind. Homelander’s expectant gaze met Helena’s the moment he was inside the tent.  

“Grab Madelyn,” he demanded from her. “I need to talk to her about these fucking talking points.”

Ah yes. Helena noticed the single page in his hands that no doubt held the speech Mr. Edgar had prepared for his final address at the convention. He’d always had an issue with the CEO putting words in his mouth, but it was becoming more of an issue in recent weeks.

Helena shot a thin look at Ashley, who stood by the tent’s exit like she couldn’t wait to bolt. Useless bitch.

“Miss Stillwell isn’t here today,” Helena said, shifting her gaze back to Homelander. “Would you like Ashley to go through the talking points with you?”

But Homelander was already raising a finger, talking over her. “Helena.”

The way he approached her, using his full height to deliberately intimidate her, only lit her blood with anger. Though her spine and muscles did tense up as he somewhat invaded her personal space, and he looked down with clear annoyance. Her fingers curled tightly around the tablet. She let nothing show on her face, save for polite patience. But she knew—and he knew—the act she was playing.

“Where is she?” he asked. She steeled herself, quickly counting backwards from ten in her mind and taking a calming breath through her nose.

“She’s taking her son to the pediatrician,” she answered, “but you know I’m here to help make sure the Expo runs smoothly. I’m here to help you.”

The words were acid on her tongue, but in the ten long years at Madelyn Stillwell’s beck and call, she’d learned to adopt the woman’s serene professionalism and subtly manipulative, ass-kissing tone.

Homelander’s lips pursed, nostrils flaring a bit as he huffed and stormed out of the tent. Relieved of his presence, Helena let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, and turned to Ashley.

“You didn’t tell him?” Her voice was harsher than she meant to be, but it had the desired effect.

Ashley flinched. Her eyes grew wide and apologetic. Helena knew the younger woman was just covering her ass, and her obvious fear. “I—I forgot.”

Helena scoffed and checked her tablet for the schedule of events. Starlight’s talk with the teens should be over by now, which left Ezekiel’s private gathering and a few meet-and-greets with Starlight and the lesser supes before the final show. No doubt Homelander was already half-way across town to stalk a pediatrician’s office.

She couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty for that, but it was Madelyn’s problem. Homelander would always be Madelyn’s problem, and that was her own damn fault as far as Helena was concerned.

Even so, she sighed and pinched between her brows.

“Now thanks to your little fuck up, Madelyn’s gunna be up my ass,” she snapped. Looking up from her tablet, she leveled Ashley with a terse glare. “Make sure Starlight is prepped for her five minutes on the stage. I don’t want any more surprises for the rest of the day.”

Ashley couldn’t hide the way her face twisted with annoyance, either at having her wrist slapped, or being ordered around by someone who wasn’t technically her boss.

Helena didn’t give two shits. Right now, she was the boss, and they both knew full well that Helena’s report to Stillwell of today’s events would be more than thorough.

This is why I can’t fuck off these five pounds from Christmas, she thought, mid-bite of shoving practically half a burger into her face. Aside from committing mass murder, or worse, running her mouth, filling it with food was the best course of action she’d found. Nothing else quite destabilized the stress that came with unsavory encounters with Homelander. And they were never not unsavory.

The urge to let out a button of her pencil skirt reminded Helena of her binges in the last six months since Christmas. Yeah. More like ten pounds.    

What-fucking-ever. If her hips and ass had to pay the price of keeping her “Vought Face” in check, then so be it. But maybe she was a little self-conscious of her less than ladylike appetite as she chewed, scanning the passerby of guests around her for any undue staring.

Among the throng of excited chattering supe-lovers, she paused on someone who didn’t look like he was enjoying himself. His placid frown was noticeable, even with the thick black beard. The more Helena stared, the more something tugged in the back of her mind. There was something familiar about those furrowed brows, the shape and line of his shoulders in that Hawaiian shirt—oddly colorful for someone who frowned so deeply.

His head turned, and before she could look away the line of his gaze claimed hers, holding her there with a shrewd intensity that surprised her.  

“Oh! Miss Flores, is that you?”

Suddenly a middle-aged woman was standing in front of her, talking eagerly with Starlight in tow. Helena recognized the resemblance immediately and set her burger aside on a nearby crafts table, offering Mrs. January her mostly undivided attention. 

“Having a good time, Donna?” she asked, smiling politely as she grabbed a napkin and wiped her hands.

Donna nodded and touched Helena’s arm more familiarly than she was comfortable with, but she ignored that to keep her smile in place. “Of course! I just had a couple questions about Annie’s meet-and-greet.”

Helena took the time to smooth over Donna’s worries that her daughter wouldn’t have time to personalize signatures for every single one of her adoring fans. After which, Helena’s chronic headache started to tingle between her eyes. She ignored it, downing a diet coke because there was no booze at this (pun intended) God-forsaken convention.

She donned her sunglasses again and did what she did best: dissolved into the crowd to observe, add to her notes that she’d later deliver to Madelyn and input another successful event to their records. All while she watched t-shirts and Ezekiel merch being sold and barbeque eaten, she couldn’t get Mr. Hawaiian Shirt out of her head. Fucking pink flamingoes and blue palm fronds, dark beard and hair and eyes watching her like he could see straight through her, and not in an x-ray vision kind of way.

She didn’t see him again, not even when the meet-and-greet lines finally petered out and people returned to the stage seating in droves. It was time for the big finale, and she watched impassively while Ezekiel and Starlight took her places on the stage, with Ashley and Donna January not far behind. The crowd’s cheering raised to earsplitting levels once Homelander rose up onto center stage, his smile charming and boyish to match his confident swagger.

Helena tapped her clipboard, a bit anxiety in the tick. She knew he wasn’t happy about his talking points, but for fuck’s sake, she thought, stick to the goddamn script.

It started off well. He addressed the tragedy of Flight 37, the memory of which still churned her gut terribly. Then, as he paced the long stage, Helena’s spine began to tighten.

“We were attacked. America was attacked,” he said to the crowd, then stared down the barrel of the cameras capturing him from every angle. “Some people…they want me to come out here and speak empty platitudes to you all. A little bit of corporate talk…but I don’t want to do that. I can’t do that. You want to know why?”

You asshole. Helena grit her teeth. A few more expletives rattled off her tongue, and not all of them in English; there was nothing she could do at this point. There was no turning off the cameras, especially with how he was working the crowd into a frenzy. By the time he was done, she suspected they’d be frothing at the mouth. He proceeded to use the “God told me to” premise to rationalize his sense of American justice, which would’ve been horrifying on its own. But by no means was he finished.

“But no, no, no, apparently I have to wait for Congress to say it’s okay,” he snarked. “I say, I answer to a higher law. Wasn’t I chosen to save you? Is it not my God-given purpose to protect the United States of America?”

She had to hand it to him.

He knew his audience well. 

“I can’t apologize enough, Madelyn,” Helena spoke into her cell as she walked up to her apartment building. She greeted one of her neighbors with a tired smile as the young woman and her boyfriend came off the elevator with their dog.

A rare sigh came from the other end of the line. “It’s not your fault.”   

Helena nearly tripped on her way into the elevator. She expected a verbal forty lashings, not understanding from her boss. Not knowing what to say, she kept quiet, waiting for Madelyn to continue.

“He’s trying to prove a point to me,” said Madelyn. She sounded as tired as Helena felt, but no less calculating. “I’ll handle it. Thank you for your report on Starlight.”

“Of course,” she said. “See you in the morning.”

Ending the call, she got off on the third floor and headed for her apartment unit.

Helena’s lips thinned as her headache pulsed, full force. She didn’t want to know what kind of clusterfuck Starlight’s hefty confession of sexual assault and agnosticism on stage would bring tomorrow, but thankfully, that wasn’t her problem either. It was Ashley’s.

She already hated herself for thinking of how this would affect her own job first, before considering what Annie January had been going through without Helena knowing. An ignorance she was sure Madelyn Stillwell couldn’t claim to have.

It reopened a slew of old wounds, and Helena was wholly unprepared to deal with a single one of them tonight. With a heavy sigh, she stabbed her key into the lock and stepped through her apartment door. It was dark inside with the curtains closed, and she took some solace in the familiar peace of her home.

Still, she broke the quiet by kicking off her heels as hard as she felt like, satisfied by the loud thump one of them made while crashing into the living room coffee table. A sharp scree from her cat freaking the fuck out offered her a twinge of guilt. His black and white fur was all puffed out when he eventually came to rub up on her calf in greeting.

“Sorry, Gordo, but you should be used to it by now,” she said. She wouldn’t be surprised if there was a new dent in the wall. “Hungry?”

A vocal meow answered her, and she smirked, bending down to run a hand over Gordo’s back and chubby sides. No matter what she did, changing his food, limiting treats, putting him on a diet, she couldn’t get the damn cat to lose one pound. 

“You’re a fat fucking cat, you know that?”

Helena dumped her purse and phone on the kitchen counter before flipping on the kitchen light. She opened up a can for him, but skipped opening up the fridge for herself. Somehow, she had lost her own appetite.

She didn’t even bother turning on the lights in the living room as she sat down heavily on her couch, resting elbows on the top of her thighs and head in her hands, wishing this wasn’t her life. Now that she was alone in the dark, anxiety coiled hotly in her chest.

You can’t quit, she reminded herself. You can’t, you can’t, you can’t.

A knock on the door startled her. Not just because it was intruding in her solitude, but because she almost never had company. Work was firmly kept at work, her family didn’t live in New York, and she wasn’t friendly enough with any of her neighbors to warrant a visit.

Huffing in annoyance, she got up and went to the door. Instinct told her to check the peephole.

She really should’ve listened to that instinct.

She opened the door to none other than Mr. Hawaiian Shirt, or more accurately, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Grinning down at her just on the wrong end of pleasant.

“Evenin’, Helena,” he spoke, and the minute his East London accent washed over her, recognition hit her like a mallet on the head.

“Billy?” she asked incredulously. “Billy Butcher?”

“Been awhile.” One of his eyebrows rose, making his grin a little more charming. She couldn’t help but stare blankly at him, until the air between them eventually turned awkward. He gave an expectant look. 

“Gunna invite me in, or we just gunna stand here all night fuckin’ long?”

The shock of his presence must have been short-wiring her brain, because she stepped aside without resistance and let Billy Butcher into her apartment. She hadn’t seen him in…well, roughly eight years now.

“Dark as fuck in here,” he remarked, flipping on the lights in the hall as he passed the kitchen.  

“My God,” Helena shook her head, coming out of her daze. “I didn’t recognize you with the Sasquatch beard.”

His smirk kicked up on one side as he glanced at her over his shoulder. He then took a comfortable seat on her couch and watched her with those dark eyes of his. She could assume he had seen her at the Believe Expo and sought her out, but why?

“I think you recognized me just fine,” he said. “Know how to pack away a burger and chips smothered in chili cheese, don’t ya?”

She fought a blush of embarrassment, crossing her arms, then her legs after she sat down at a lounge chair beside the couch. It was her favorite chair—ugly and brown, but comfy enough to envelop her frame almost as good as a man. “What can I do for you, Billy?”

Glancing at her bare legs and feet, his eyes dragged up until they met hers, shifting with something more serious. Something that evoked faint alarm bells in her mind.

“You’ve been workin’ at Vought for a long time,” he said. “Since before we met, you’ve been kissin’ Madelyn Stillwell’s asshole.”

He leaned in towards, one hand bracing on the couch cushion. She couldn’t look away from his face, made of steel and fire and knowing.

“Tell me about Compound V.”

LINK TO PART 2

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[s1llyg1rll]

Estoy re al pedo así que les dejo lista de Oc's y pueden preguntar lo que quieran si historia o lo que sea, les voy a dejar sus nombres si están vivos o muertos y si están en una relación :)

Mónica (muerta revivida/fantasma bendecida) soltera

Farid ( vivo) casado

Cloe (viva) en pareja

King (vivo) en pareja + son esposos

Mei (viva) en pareja

Copito (viva) en pareja

Misery ( muerta revivida) en pareja +

Lord (dios) casado con Lazarus

Nanao ( muerta/aprendiz) la novia

Óliver ( muerta rencarnada) su novia murió

Lazarus ( muerto bendecido) casado

Esplendor ( dios) en pareja con Benzon

Benzon (muerto/aprendiz) en pareja

Magaline ( muerta/aprendiz) soltera

Ishtar ( diosa) soltera

Evelyn (muerta/fantasma) en Pareja

Nevada (muerto/fantasma) en pareja

Juárez (vivo) en pareja?

Tony (vivo/borde de la muerte) soltero - es un niño-

Bon bon ( vivo) en pareja?

Coco (vivo) soltero

Heart ( vivo) soltero

William (vivo) en pareja¿

Satoro (vivo) en pareja

2D ( muerto en su línea temporal) su pareja murió era la monjita

Monjita (muerta) en pareja

Michelle ( viva) en pareja

Stacy (viva) soltera

Astron ( vivo) en pareja¿

Briana ( borde de la muerte) soltera

Winter ( muerta) soltera

X ( viva/personaje que rompe la cuarta pared) soltera

Demon ( vivo/casi casi al borde de la muerte) viudo

Zero ( vivo) soltero - es un niño -

Ten (vivo) soltero

Tommy ( vivo) soltero - es un niño-

Hebe/Kasumoba ( vivo/ defectos) soltero

Gabriel ( vivo) casado

Arrozito/nombre provincial/ ( muerto/fantasma) solterx

Snow ( viva/ por ahora 👁️) soltera

[xdestinyisall]

                       𝕩𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕔𝕤𝕤'𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 

Este fue un año muy difícil para todos nosotros, fue un cambio que claramente no estamos preparados y nos afecto en diferentes formas a cada uno de nosotros pero también quiero agradecer a este año porque me permitió volver a encontrar a muchas personas que no hablaba más y conocer a muchas nuevas que hicieron que ese año tuviera un poco de luz entre tanta oscuridad. Les deseo de todo corazón lo mejor para el siguiente año, que este llena de buena vibra, pensamientos positivos, y recuerden que siempre tenemos que luchar para salir adelante.

Estuve a punto de no hacer este follow forever pero lo quise hacer porque realmente quiero que sepan lo agradecida que estoy con cada uno de ustedes, no se que hubiera sido de mi vida si no los hubiera tenido en vida, se que estuve ausente un tiempo o inactiva pero he tratado de volver y agradezco a todos la gran comprensión que tuvieron, nuevamente. ¡Gracias por todo! 

¡Felices fiestas!

ᴍʏ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴊᴏʏ, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. | @itstimetoroll 

Trataré de no extenderme pero no puedo prometer nada. Por supuesto que tenías que ser la primera, sin ti, me hubiera del indie mucho tiempo atrás. ¿Por dónde puedo comenzar? Empezaré con el indie en general, Eres la alegría y la vida eterna de mi indie. Le das sol a mi indie y lo mantienes con vida, jamás podré nunca agradecerte por ser la mejor partner que he tenido. Me encanta absolutamente cada trama que tenemos (Y son más de cincuenta cosas que tenemos) me encanta que roleemos de todo, que tengamos de todo. Me emocionan mucho todo lo que tenemos, desde sobrenatural, época, superhéroes, dramas, en fin, de todo. Me fascina despertar diario y leer tus replies, me dan vida. Roleas precioso y con lleno de sentimiento. No tienes una idea de lo agradecida que estoy contigo por darme todo esto y por soportar mi gran inactividad que tuve unos meses pero ya volví con todo y no pienso irme a ningún lado. Amo todas nuestras ideas que se nos ocurren, que siempre surgen más y más tramas, en fin, amo todo y te agradezco infinito. Siempre estaré agradecida con Broken por darme una amiga tan especial que sin duda este año siento que nos unimos mucho más. Gracias por estar ahí para mí, por escucharme, por siempre ser un amor conmigo. Te quiero muchísimo.

ᴍʏ ʙɪɢ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇꜱ�� ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ.  | @aliicns 

Mi bella hermana, ¿Qué te puedo decir que no sepas ya? Sabes que mucho más allá que siempre traemos nuevas cosas o roleamos eres mucho más allá mi amiga. Me fascina poder hablar contigo, gracias por siempre escucharme y estar para mí. A pesar de tantos y tantos años aquí seguimos, te quiero muchísimo. Espero este año nuevo hablemos más y nos llenemos de muchas cosas con feelings ;)

ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. | @greatxpectations 

Mi bella unicornio, me dio mucha alegría volver a reencontrarme contigo. Eres una persona que siempre he admirado porque siempre sabe lo que quiere, lo que desea y lucha por ello sin importar sus alrededores. Me fascina poder rolear y hablar contigo, a pesar de tantos años aquí seguimos. Gracias por estar aquí, sabes cuanto te quiero. 

ᴍʏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴘʟᴏᴛꜱ, ᴍʏ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴇʀᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴍᴇ.   | @ultimatexrunner 

Siempre he sentido que te conocía en la otra vida o de años atrás (lo confieso) porque realmente embonamos desde el primer día que hablamos en Golden. Me encanta la gran imaginación que tienes, y los feelings, me llenas de tantas tramas tan hermosas. ¡Gracias por dejarme explorar mis personajes canon y uno que otro oc! Por un 2021 por más trama haha. tkm

ᴍʏ ᴠɪᴋɪɴɢ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ | @kattegvat 

Mi reina vikinga, usted alimentó desde un inicio mis feelings desde el día uno. Me fascina de pies a cabeza como escribes, admiró mucho tu escritora. Siempre me emocionó demasiado cuando veo una reply tuya, es que son demasiado perfectas. Me encanta que tengamos gustos tan similares, seguro encontraremos hasta más cosas haha. tkm

ʟᴀᴜɢʜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. | @vnderwatcr​ 

Fuiste de mis primeras partners del indie cuando volví y me recibiste con los brazos abiertos. Eres una persona muy divertida y amable, siempre tienes buenas vibras y me encanta hablar contigo y rolear, espero vuelvas pronto porque te extraño muchísimo. Tkm

 ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʏᴇᴀʀ. | @stratuswrites​ 

Agradezco mucho al 2020 porque nos conociéramos, me fascina rolear contigo. Amo cada una de nuestras tramas y los feelings que suceden pero también me fascina hablar contigo, eres una persona muy dulce, un solecito. Espero podamos seguir hablando y escribiendo por muchos más años. PD. Me encanta que estudies fotografía.  tkm

ɢᴏᴏᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʀɪᴛʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ. | @balapcrdida​ 

Eres la bondad y alegría en persona, no sabes la alegría que proporcionas y lo buena onda que eres. Me fascina nuestros rols aunque me matan Jaclyn y Lydia, son demasiado tiernas kshd. Eres de las pocas me encanta rolear soft bcs eres una dulzura. Adoro hablar contigo, sabes que siempre tendrás una amiga por aquí, tkm

ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴀᴅᴡᴀʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʟᴀᴜɢʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ.  |  @sinisteraugurey-archive​​

Gracias por ser tan dulce conmigo y darme uno de mis brotps favoritos de la vida, jamás imagine que amaría tanto a Sabrina y a Delphi pero lo hice, aunque te quiero mucho más a ti. Te extraño mucho, espero que vuelvas pronto :( además extraño nuestros audios de media hora hablando de la vida. Espero un día podamos ir a Broadway, tkm

ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴇʀ, ᴍʏ ᴊᴏʏ ɪɴ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ.  |  @hecatechilds​ 

TE EXTRAÑO, mucho. Eres de esas personas que no esperaba conocer pero me alegra el día cuando aparece como no tienes ideas. Me encanta nuestras tramas, desde the selection, harry potter, hasta the witcher. Gracias por dejar explorar a mi pequeña rubia consentida. Siempre te estaré esperando, tkm

ᴍʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴜꜱɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ. | @obliviatc​ 

El instante que te conocí hicimos click, fue genial. Siempre amaré a Dominique x Rose, son las primas más hermosas que puedan existir. Se que lo que estudias es muy pesado pero siempre te voy a esperar and you know it, tkm

ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ.  |  @dochrcid​ 

A pesar de que este año casi no hablamos, quiero que sepas que fuiste de mis primeras partners en mi otra vida del indie y siempre tendrás una parte muy especial en mi corazón, espero podamos hablar más, y planear cosas. ¡Se te extraña!

ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ.  |  @lostxinstereo​ 

¿Qué te puedo decir que no sepas ya? Te amo demasiado, después de años y años aquí estamos. No fue nada el mejor año para nosotras pero sabes que siempre contarás conmigo. Always and forever, nunca lo olvides. 

ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴊᴏʏ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ. | @viveetvivant​​ @rperindie​  @regvlus-black​  @gravedadoasis​  @serialksser​  @angelicvante​  @zombics​  @adafiastri​  @awsteen​  @venencsa​  @anotherindie​  @rvmcnstxp​  @unbxlancxd​  @oldwxunds​  @unacquaints​  @tacltadete​

Personitas hermosas con las que tengo la oportunidad y el gusto de poder tener tramas con todos ustedes, siempre estaré agradecida por las hermosas tramas que me dan.

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.  |  @avxllan @muggleguy @midnghtsvnx @dobbieisfree @tomsland  @firstplane @brcinwcsher @mclancholyhill 

Personitas con las que tuve la oportunidad de rolear y/o hablar alguna vez por alguna u otra razón no se encuentran más, espero algún día nos volvamos a encontrar o terminen por volver.

ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ?  |  @rcvenking  @glmcre​​  @melcdramv​  @physic4l​  @piperhalliwclls  @badgirldrunkbysix​  @alienigcna 

Personitas con las que alguna vez tuve la oportunidad de rolear algo pero por una u otra razón no lo hacemos más. Espero alguna vez podamos volver a intentarlo, ten por seguro que estaría encantada.

ʜɪ! ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ!  |  @elsasfrozen​​  @faceitxtiger  @happinesbegins​  @mcllymavks  @unvgi @breathxr @meinlieberherr @wastcland

Personitas que he visto en mi dash y se merecen un saludo, espero en algún futuro nos animemos hablar o tramar algún plot, ten por seguro que estaría encantada.

[cathy-plus-e]

Las Emociones

Oneshot corto de JJK sin shipps OC×Personaje

El único personaje que no me pertenece aquí es "Masamichi Yaga", para los que no saben, tanto él como Jujutsu Kaisen fueron creados por Gege Akutami

En el momento que escribo esto se desconoce del pasado de Yaga, por lo cual, lo más probable es que se terminen desmintiendo datos que aparecen aquí que yo mismo me he inventado

Contiene spoilers del manga y del arco de Shibuya

Alerta de "angst" o historia que se basa en el sufrimiento del personaje principal

Flashback Narrado Por Kiyoshi

–¿Para qué me pediste que viniera?—Yaga me preguntó entrando a mi casa—Oh, y antes de que te quejes, buenas tardes amigo mío.

–Buenas tardes hermano de otra madre,—cerré la puerta con delicadeza para no despertar al bebé—simplemente quería pasar el tiempo con mi mejor amigo de casi toda la vida, Hana está en el hospital, me aburro con facilidad...

–Tu esposa se la ha pasado toda la vida ahí,—comentó burlesco yendo a la cuna donde se encontraba Yamato—y no sé si tu hijo tendrá el mismo destino, ¿Habrá heredado el cuerpo débil de su madre?

–Lo único que sé es que ha heredado energía maldita de mi parte, aparte del tono de piel...—agregué sentándome cerca del pequeño, para no perderlo de vista—Y pues, mi psicóloga me dió de alta, por decirlo de alguna manera, considera que estoy más estable que antes.

–¿Fue mala la terapia?—negué con la cabeza, entre risas—¡Qué alivio! Oye, ¿Y cuánto cumple Yamato?

–Mi pequeño cumple 2 añitos el 14 de Julio,—contesté, pude ver cómo se moría de la ternura—ten cuidado, apenas lo dormí hace media hora, solo despierta cuando lo mueven demasiado o con ruidos fuertes, y sabes lo cauteloso que soy a veces.

–Por algo soy el padrino de tu hijo y el mejor amigo tanto de ti como de tu esposa,—suspiró, noté cansancio en su voz—pero dime, ¿Qué planeas hacer?

–¿Qué planeo hacer de qué?—sonreí burlón, teniendo varias ideas en mi cabeza—Si es sobre hacer algo con mis maldiciones, ya lo estoy haciendo.

Apenas terminé de decirlo me dispuse a señalar la ventana, tenía alrededor de 5 maldiciones afuera aniquilando a otras.

Mi ritual maldito, "Voz Maldita" tiene sus propias ventajas y desventajas, aunque se ve demasiado increíble a primera vista, la verdad es que llega a ser una mierda. Cada vez que hablo, susurro, grito o sollozo soy capaz de manipular la energía maldita a mi gusto de todos los que me escuchan, sean seres humanos o no, puedo extraerla, absorberla, dársela a otros seres y dirigirla a mis manos para destruirlas, matando a la persona o maldición en el proceso.

Esto me permite siempre ver el flujo de ésta, a excepción de la mía, ni aunque me vea en un espejo. Pero no solo eso, la desventaja es que mi voz atrae maldiciones como si fuese la voz de una sirena, ya me acostumbré, aunque al menos una ventaja es que entiendo el idioma de las maldiciones.

Esto me llevó a tener tratos con maldiciones; algunas las cuido, otras solo les ayudo, mientras que hay ciertas excepciones que me han rogado clemencia por su vida, pidiendo que los deje vivir, siendo mis esclavos si es necesario.

Porque no voy a mentir... Matarlas es tan agradable como tenerlas de aliadas, actualmente son 25 si mi memoria no me falla.

–Reconozco a la oveja rosada, la lombriz, el perro zombie, la mariposa y la medusa...—terminó de enumerar, con pose pensativa—¿Qué hay del pequeño ángel o la serpiente venenosa?

–El enano de 5 centímetros está cuidando de Hana,—rodé los ojos al recordar a ese irritante ser—mientras que la serpiente está debajo de la cuna de Yamato, pero le exigí que no saliera de ahí a menos que yo se lo ordene.

–Eres como un dictador,—mencionó agarrando una silla para sentarse al frente mío, con un metro de distancia—sin embargo no quería hablar de tu ejército de maldiciones, aparte de hacerte compañía tras dejar a la psicóloga, ¿Qué planeas del niño del clan Gojou?

–¿El de los 6 ojos?—afirmó con la cabeza—No sé, es un crío de 6 o 7 años que me importa una mierda, sabes que soy un sociópata.

–¿Acaso no sientes empatía por nada ni nadie?—cuestionó, no sabría explicar en qué emoción.

–Por las únicas personas que soy capaz de sentir algo es por ti...—comencé a mover ligeramente la cuna, tratando de no reírme tan fuerte—Por mi hijo, y por Hana, por nadie más siento algo realmente, brother.

–Yo también te quiero, mejor amigo.—sonrió amablemente observándome de lo más tranquilo—Y la verdad, también estaba pensando en todos esos rumores que hay de ti; que no sientes nada por nadie, planean matarte, planeas matar a los peces gordos, cosas de ese estilo.

–No tengo una opinión clara sobre esas cosas,—respondí con completa honestidad—las personas hablan por hablar, y no pueden controlar lo que sienten, desde la tristeza o felicidad... Hasta el amor o miedo.

–¿Qué hay dentro de esa mente tan oscura, Kiyoshi Hira?—consultó con tono burlesco.

–¿De verdad quieres saber, Yaga Masamichi?—dije con ese mismo tono.

–¿Por qué nuestro humor está tan podrido?—murmuré levantándome y echándome a reír, haciendo que el nene llorara—Ay lo siento pequeño Yamato, no era mi intención...—lo cargué y se calmó en seguida—Sí, así mismo, tranquilo, no llores pequeño, ¿Está bien?

–Lo único que tienes de responsabilidad es en ser un buen padre...—se rió bajito, mirando cómo mi hijo se reía con nosotros—Qué lindo eres, el despiadado Kiyoshi Hira tiene un corazón.

–De hielo y destruido pero lo tengo,—declaré besando los cachetes de mi niño—con sentimientos ocultos en su ser, que sabe utilizar la arma que tienen todos los humanos.

–¿La arma que todos tenemos?—se notó su confusión.

–Las emociones,—aclaré poniendo al bebé devuelta en su cuna—todos pueden usarlas las entiendan o no, lastimar o sanar a propósito o no, ¿No usas tu cabeza?

–¿Para esas cosas? No,—dijo con un tono más relajado—y sinceramente, no he pensado en esos detalles.

–Son como espadas de doble filo,—continué con mi explicación, sabiendo que nos escucharíamos mutuamente—puedes terminar lastimándote o al resto como mencioné, manipular al resto por medio de éstas, sientas o no algo por alguien.

–¿Tú me lastimarías?—fingió dolor poniéndose a mi lado, negué con los dedos, ambos terminando admirando la ternura de mi hijo—Míralo, tan pequeño, vulnerable, adorable... Cuídalo, no hagas que pase por todo lo que tú tuviste que pasar, ¿Sí?

–Nunca lo lastimaría a él, a Hana o a ti, Yaga-chan.—confirmé en un tono calmado, dándole palmadas en la espalda—Los voy a cuidar, no sabría qué haría si algo malo les pasara por mi culpa.

–Estamos entre la espada y la pared,—recalcó—el mundo del jujutsu puede ser peligroso.

–Dímelo a mí, los peces gordos quieren mi cabeza,—le di un codazo amistoso antes de acomodarme los lentes—tú deberías cuidarte, tienes la espada en la garganta.

–Casi destruyes un bosque en una rabieta, la sociopatía no siempre será excusa—agregó recordando aquella ocasión.

–Mejor me hago esclavo de Sukuna,—comenté esquivando su mano que me iba a dar un golpe en la cabeza—¡Ay vamos, es una mejor opción destruir el puto mundo de porquería en el que vivimos!

–¿Acaso quieres que su primera palabra sea una grosería?—preguntó de broma.

–La verdad es que hace unas semanas dijo su primera palabra,—no pude evitar reírme—Hana me terminó regañando porque el pequeño decía completamente emocionado "mierda".

–Hijo de puta,—reímos juntos como si nada—¿Y qué quieres hacer ahora?

–Estar con ustedes,—sonreí tratando de calmarme un poco—me hace feliz estar con ustedes.

–Ni destruyas nuestro mundo aún.

–Por supuesto.

...

Tiempo Actual, Narra Kiyoshi

–Confirmo lo lamentable...—la gata habló con tristeza—Yaga Masamichi ha muerto definitivamente.

–Las emociones también pueden jugarte en tu contra si adoras mucho a alguien y se muere, ¿No lo crees Hoshi?—giré mi cabeza para ver al pelinegro con verde, ambos colores teñidos—Y uno debería cuidarse, darse cuenta del peligro a su alrededor...

–¿Por qué lo dices, Kiyoshi?—una sonrisa maliciosa de oreja a oreja se posicionó en su rostro—¿Es por la noticia que justamente te acabas de enterar? ¿La muerte de Masamichi?

–... Era un buen tipo,—hablé con lágrimas cayendo por mis ojos—al igual que Hana, ¿Por qué todos a los que quiero se alejan de mí?

–Aún tienes a Yamato, ¿Tan fácil olvidas las cosas ahora?—hizo una referencia a la edad de ambos, siendo ésta 49—Además, tras todo lo que hemos hecho no merecemos una felicidad, compartimos varios pecados.

–Ellos no tienen la culpa de lo que hago,—mi voz ya estaba saliendo completamente quebrada—¡Hana murió por su cáncer, Yaga de seguro por los putos peces gordos que siempre he odiado y...! ¿Qué hay de Yamato? Es lo único que me queda, no quiero perderlo a él también... No a él, Hoshi.

–El tiempo pasa tan lento cuando disfrutas un momento,—dijo tan frío y distante como siempre ha sido—vamos, Yamato tiene 22, aún está joven, se podría decir que estamos en medio del fin del mundo pero, ¿Qué importa?

–Masamichi fue el hermano que tú nunca fuiste,—le reclamé, completamente furioso—así que no hables como si supieras, psicópata de mierda.

–Ay las emociones...—ignoró lo que dije, evadiando la mirada y observando el paisaje a su alrededor—Las tuyas llegan a ser exageradas a veces, eres muy impulsivo, agresivo a tu manera, muy grosero

–¿Puedo decir algo o es mejor de que me largue?—cuestionó Mary, nerviosa.

–Déjame solo...—rogué, ella me hizo caso—Tú y yo, Yoshino, lamentablemente debemos seguir con ésta mierda.

–¿Por qué me llamas así?—me dió palmaditas en la cabeza como si fuese un niño pequeño—Prefiero que me llames Hoshi, Kiyoshi, somos hermanos después de todo aunque queramos ver al otro muerto, ¿O no?

–Al menos yo sí era conciente de mi ritual maldito...—agarré su muñeca con fuerza, completamente irritado por su actitud—Lamentablemente, para sobrevivir a los juegos, necesitas aprender todo sobre tu ritual.

–Y lamentablemente para ambos tú debes ser mi maestro,—vió cómo lo solté con agresividad, caminé un poco lejos de él—¿Planeas llamar a Yamato? Aún tiene su teléfono, está con aliados, ¿Verdad?

–Planeo llamarlo a diario sinceramente...—suspiré limpiando mi rostro con mis manos, las lágrimas empezaban a caer menos que antes—Y sí, Yamato está con aliados, de paso tiene maldiciones con él desde la categoría 2 a la especial, quiero de que venga, quiero abrazarlo antes de perderlo.

–¿No está a salvo con las maldiciones categoría especial?—parecía sorprendido—Según me explicaste, tienes muchas a tu mando, además él está con varias y son muy poderosas, ¿O no?

–Yamato está en la boca del lobo, Hoshi...—asintió con la cabeza, comprendiendo un poco la situación—Y estoy putamente preocupado, así como mataron a Yaga, pueden hacerlo con mi hijo, como a mí, porque no somos tan aliados del mundo del jujutsu, esto te incluye a ti ahora.

–Las emociones te están lastimando, nii-san,—limpió mi rostro con trozos de papel higiénico que tenía guardado en los bolsillos—solo mírate, no te dejes derrumbar por más que te duela, ¿O sino cómo podrás cuidarlo tal como deseas?

–Tendré que luchar contra mis propias emociones supongo...—suspiré, limpiándome la nariz—Muy bien, sigamos antes de que sea demasiado tarde...

[teensadventuresstudio]

"UN PLAN, UNA VICTIMA"

Kevin: ten la seguridad, pronto será tuyo, ya quité la piedra del camino, ahora te toca a ti conseguirla para ti no la desperdicies

pero tu esposa y yo estamos seguros de que no tiene más remedio que estar contigo.Te miento te ayudo porque eso es lo que quieres de alguien

al igual que tú, realmente quería WolfLight ... los celos excesivos terminaron matándola y, en consecuencia, perdiendo mi control y matando a la mayoría de sus versiones y a casi todos sus amigos ...

Espero que no seas tan estupido cuando yo era

Adam: relacha señor, no desperdiciaré esta oportunidad

ahora soy el rey de esta ciudad, engañé a mi estúpido hermano, ahora tengo el control total de este reino

Creo que Abel tiene una ligera sospecha sobre mí, pero creo que a él solo le preocupan mí y mi comportamiento.

Kevin: OK entonces...

¿Trajiste lo que te pedí que trajeras?

Adan: sí traje la foto que me pediste ... pero por qué tu-

adam: ?!

ahhhhhh !!!!!!

Kevin: relájate mi aprendiz, no te voy a matar ...

Solo te estoy transfiriendo algunos poderes a ti y al sabio del "Rey de los Saguinariuns".

a partir de hoy no serás rey de esta ciudad ya que también serás rey de la especie Sanguinariuns

como el ex rey antes de que yo dijera, sé consciente de tu posición como rey,siempre controla tus instintos y ser consciente de tu deseo y tus ambiciones.

y liebre, quien eres con tu foto, para que no te descubran

Estaré mirando desde la distancia, así que no me decepciones

Adam: por supuesto mi señor ...

No te defraudaré

Continuará...

Adam, Kevin y Abel my ocs: @teensadventuresstudio

[tenander]

You may answer with any character you feel like talking about uwu (or fits the question the best) 1, 30, 37, 59, 69 (nice)

\o_o/ Here comes an eclectic mix of OCs, yeah!

1. What does your character typically keep in their pockets?

Brook keeps in his pockets: snacks for Bean, some lose bullets, a pouch of lightning dust, his swiss lighter, a die made from bone

30. What never gets old for your character? Something your character can’t get enough of?

Corzian can listen to poetry all day erry day Cal can, will and has marathoned every single "Ban Cade: Bounty Hunter" holofilm several times (there are 27)

37. What are some ways your character acts silly?

Yukiro loves silly chaotic snowball fights. He'll pretend to take them dead serious, but be way over the top about it. Also, very rarely he will mock someone who acts like a pompous ass by making kabuki movements behind their back. Hjalti has to canonball every time he's out swimming with others. The more people he splashes the better. For being a bun, he can make very big splashes.

59. What’s something your character has realized?

Brook has realised that there is a lot more to Duncan than the surface level yeehaw slut and he's feeling a little bad about having ribbed him so much before. MONK has realised he doesn't actually know HACKERMAN's real name and it bugs him a lil.

69. Journey or Destination?

Brook: He thinks it's the Destination, but it's actually the Journey Voi: Destination, but he isn't sure yet what it actually looks like Yukiro: Destination, but he wishes it was the Journey MONK: Journey all the way

[adarafaelbarba]

Mine

pairing: Rafael Barba x OC (Nina Suarez. Might work with her a bit in later fics 🤷🏼‍♀️) fandom: Law & Order: SVU warning: smut, A LOT of Spanish! and a whole bunch of pent up pining! word count: 2 878  

A/N: I’ve not written a proper smut in AGES! With that and the fact that there is a whole heap of Spanish in this, bear with me please! And please remember to reblog this and/or comment on this! it took me a while to write it! Smut under the cut!

“If we hit from these four angles, we’ve got him”, I explained. “Benson?” Looking at the lieutenant I frowned, she wasn’t paying attention. “We’re going to get him this time Benson”, I reassured. She nodded at this.

“Barba!” Liv called out, making me turn in a flash. “This better be important Liv, I was out for dinner with my mother”, he said in an annoyed tone. “It is. Let’s talk in my office”, she said before turning to me, “I’ll be ready for briefing in 5 minutes Suarez.”

Nodding I went back to looking over the game plan when there was a tap on my shoulder. “Are you not gonna say hello to me amado?” Lucia Barba asked, giving me a warm smile. “Mrs. Barba!” I smiled wide, hugging her. “que te he dicho, llámame Lucia!” She chuckled, making me blush. “Perdóname, Lucia, I forget sometimes”, I said, laughing nervously.

...

“Thank you, Barba”, Liv said when they exited the office. “I’ll get it as—Nina!” He stopped in his track as he took me in. “Rafael”, I said with a wide smile. “Dios mío! It’s—it’s been a while.” He sounded almost breathless before rushing over to hug me. Hugging him back I let out a content sigh. “Ten years Rafi.” I chuckles.

The others were looking at us in wonder as we pulled away from the hug. “Oh yeah, sorry. Raf—ADA Barba and I are old friends”, I explained, smiling. They all seemed to nod at this before going back to work.

“You have to join us for dinner one of these days Nina. Where are you staying?” Lucia said in a warm, but serious tone. “She’s here on business mami, she’s not go—“ Rafael started, “I would love to Lucia. And I’m staying at a hotel down the block”, I explained. “Disparates! Family stays together!” She exclaimed. “You’ll stay with Rafi, he lives close by too.” If there was one thing I knew, you didn’t argue with Lucia Barba. “You okay with that Rafi?” I asked, looking at him, my cheeks burning. “Of course. Here’s my spare key. Make yourself comfortable”, he said, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “I’ll see you later cariño.” Feeling my cheeks burn from the blush I nodded. “I’ll see you later Rafi! Bye Lucia!” I smiled giving them both a hug before they left.

“You okay Suarez?” Rollins asked, smirking at me. “Just fine Rollins. Can we get back on the case please?” She nodded at this and back to work we went.

...

It felt weird entering Rafi’s apartment without ringing the doorbell. He had texted me the address 5 minutes after he and his mother had left. And now I was here, unlocking the doors to his most intimate space.

“Cariño? Is that you?” His voice carried well in the spacious apartment as I stood in the hall. “Si”, I smiled, dropping the key on the table by the door.

Exiting the kitchen he took in my tired appearance. “I figured I should make you some dinner, to welcome you back to New York”, he said, giving me that soft smile which always made my legs weak.

Yeah, I had a big fat crush on my best friend. I never dared to tell him. He was so much older than me, having been friends with my brother up until when my brother died in Afghanistan.

“Rafi. You really don’t have to. You’re already giving me a warm welcome by letting me stay with you”, I exclaimed looking at him. “Don’t be ridiculous Nina.” He chuckled, handing me a glass of wine. “Thanks. And I’m not being ridiculous. I’m being realistic”, I said with a huff.

Don’t fall for him, don’t fall for him, don’t fall for him, I repeated to myself as a mantra before jumping up on his counter to watch him make the food.

“You are being ridiculous cariño. Mami is right, family stays together.” Hearing him say it made my heart drop. It seemed so much harsher when he said it, even in his soft tone.

Downing the wine I decided to just ignore the feeling. I could ponder about it when I went to sleep tonight.

As he continued to cook and serve wine for us both, we would talk about everything and anything. Even if I had kept in touch since we’d last seen each other there were things we hadn’t talked about that seemed better to do in person.

Like how I really had been since my brother’s passing. And later when your father died. Rafael hated himself for not being there for my family and I.

“Abuelita couldn’t understand why he would go that way. She didn’t see the pain mami and I saw in his eyes every day. It was eating him up from the inside. I’m just happy he went peacefully.” I had explained. “He’s in a better place now though cariño”, he said in a comforting voice, taking my hand in his. “Yeah, I know. I just hope we catch the guy this time, so dad wouldn’t have died in vain.” He nodded, “we’ll catch him.”

He also talked about his abuelita passing away, and I hated myself for not being there for Rafi and Lucia. He had felt so guilty for making her live in the home. «She never blamed you Raif. She knew you only meant well, and that it was the best for her», I said, jumping down from the bench to hug him. «I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you Rafi, but I’m here now. I got you.»

...

Taking my plate I went over to the sink after finishing the food. “Leave it, I’ll take it in the morning.” Rafael tried, but I wouldn’t budge. “No, Raf let me! It’s the least I could do after you made me this amazing meal”, I said, moving away from him to the sink.

...

The dishes weren’t the only thing we scuffled about that evening. I was set on taking the couch, as he didn’t have a guest bedroom, but he said I should take the bed. “Rafi! Let me take the couch, my back is still young.” He gasped at me when he heard that, “are you calling me old?” I chuckled, “I don't know old man, did I?” He couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh at that. “I’ll get you for that Suarez!” I smirked, “I bet you will Barba!”

...

The week continued as the first night. Mr. Camden seemed harder to catch than the team had thought, which meant longer shifts, which in turn made me more cranky.

“He’s a pro at this Fin! He knows what he’s doing cause lord knows he’s been at this game for a long time. Covering up his trail is what he does best, he’s not a sloppy joe”, I said, pacing the bullpen. “Then we just have to trick him, won’t we? Rollins fits his M.O. she could trick him”, Fin suggested. “You up for that Rollins?” I asked, looking at her. She nodded, “I’m ready.”

As we were suiting up, Rafi walked into the precinct with two cups of coffee and a big smile, which soon dropped when he saw us getting ready. «You’re heading out? I thought I’d bring you some coffee», he said, holding up the white and green Starbucks cup. «Yeah, Rollins is going undercover, hopefully, he’ll take the bait. Gracias Rafael. This will get me through the night for sure.» Smiling up at him I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him. «Of course cariño. Be safe out there, entendido?» I nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek. «Voy a. I’ll see you later.» smiling at each other one last time we pulled away before I was whisked away with Fin, Carisi, Rollins, and Liv.

…

«So you and Barba?» Carisi asked, looking over to me as we sat in the stakeout car. «What about us?» I asked, looking at the detective. «You like each other. Everyone can see it», he said, «You need to lay off the sweets Carisi.» I huffed, trying to pretend it didn’t affect me. «You might be a good detective Suarez, but you’re a terrible liar», Sonny said, chuckling. «So what if I like him? He doesn’t like me. He still sees me as Michael’s little sister.» I shrugged. «How about this? I’ll prove to you that he likes you. I’ll kiss you in front of him. He’ll be jealous», Sonny suggested, shrugging. «Or he’ll kill you for touching me. Just leave it Carisi», I said, groaning.

The stakeout took about 4 hours until Mr. Camden slipped up, and we could finally take him down.

…

Sonny didn’t speak any more about the idea. It wasn’t until after Mr. Camden confessed to at least a two dozen rapes and a couple of murders, something about him wanting to come clean cause he had been diagnosed with cancer, that it came up again.

We were exciting the interrogation room, Rafael talking to Liv. I could feel my heart skip a beat at how good Rafi looked in his three-piece suit, when Sonny pulled me in for a kiss, making me squeal in surprise. «Detective Carisi!» looking from Sonny to Rafael, he was not pleased. «You’re welcome doll», Sonny whispered before walking off.

«A word DI Suarez», Rafael said, his voice low. Nodding, I lead him to the changing rooms. No one would be in there now.

As soon as we were inside, Rafael locked the door, leaning on it. «Si señor Barba?» I said, keeping eye contact with him. «Don’t give me that tone detective», he growled, glaring at me. «If this is about Carisi kissing me. I had nothing to do with it. I’m innocent, querido, you know that», I said, looking at him. «He just wanted to get a reaction from you. He thinks you like me, but he’s lying, isn’t he?» I tended to do this, I just didn’t want to have my heart broken by anyone, so I set myself up to break my own heart before they could.

«Rafi?» I asked when he hadn’t answered me. «¿estás bien, Rafi?» I asked, still looking at him. In a few quick strides Rafael was in front of me, his hands cupping my face, «Mía!» he exclaimed before capturing my lips with his. The kiss was like nothing I had ever expected. It was rushed almost, all teeth and tongue, and moans, heavenly moans that slipped his lips. It was the kind that made all the heat in my body rush down to my core.

«mío!» I moaned when we pulled away for a breath. My arms found their place around his neck as Rafi pushed me up against a locker, his lips attached to my neck.

It was as if he knew everything about me. Where to touch me to send tingles down my spine, where to kiss me to draw out a moan. Point in case now as he was working on marking a particularly sensitive area on my neck, «Rafi», I moaned, one hand in his hair as the other hung onto the collar of his suit jacket. «Nina», he moaned in return. «Not here», I said, making him look at me. «You’re place, then you can have me any way you want me.» he moaned at that, pulling me with him.

We got quite a few looks as we went through the bullpen, but we were too far gone to care.

…

As soon as we entered Rafael’s apartment, clothes were thrown everywhere. He let out an audible groan as I stood there in only my underwear, and I gave myself a mental high five at the fact that I wore a matching set. «Mierda, bebé, you look amazing», he said, lust lacing his voice.

Taking in his looks, I let out a shaky breath, «As do you, amor», I said, biting my lip.

Pulling me to him he kissed me again. «Te quiero cariño. And I’m not just saying that to get you in bed. I truly, honestly, deeply love you», he confessed, cupping my cheeks. «Yo también te amo, Rafi.» I smiled through tears as I pulled him in for another searing kiss.

The kiss turned more heated and before I knew it he had picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. «Soy todo tuyo Rafi. Do with me as you please», I said, laying on his bed, looking up at him, his hand in mine. «Y yo soy tuyo mi amor, always», he said.

He laid down next to me before rolling over to kiss me. «If it’s too much, tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. Okay cariño?» I nodded, kissing him again, «Okay Rafi», I said.

Opening the drawer on his nightstand he let out a string of Spanish curse words. «Had I know this would be happening I would have bought condoms.» he groaned, hovering over me, his head nuzzled up in my neck. «I’m clean, and on the pill. You’re clean right Rafi? Please. I need you», I murmured in his ear, biting my lip as I felt him grow harder. «I’m clean. Are you sure about this cariño?» it was his insecurities that spoke now. «Please, just fuck me, papi», I said, drawing out a moan from him.

Stripping out of our remaining items of clothing, where I may or may not have let out an obscene moan at the sight of his impressive member, Rafael started leaving a trail of kisses down my body before settling in between my legs. «I’m going to take good care of you bebé», he murmured, a finger teasing my entrance as his lips attached to the bundle of nerves. «Fuck papi!» I moaned, clenching the sheets.

That man knew how to please a woman. His mouth seemingly as good in bed as it was in court. Bringing me to the brink of orgasm, before stopping, drawing out a defeated groan from me. «Why did you stop?» I asked, looking down, our eyes locking in each other’s gaze. «You were close cariño.» he started. «Yeah, because you were doing so good bebé», I said, my voice rasp from moaning. «I want to be inside you when you come undone», he said, looking at me, making me moan. That man could honestly just look at me and I’d cum just from that.

«By all means papi, no te ester deteniendo», I said, smirking before moaning as he kissed his way back up my body.

As he started kissing my lips again I reached down, grabbing his length in my hand before stroking him torturously slow. «Mierda cariño. Th—that feels—fuck—so good!» he moaned, his lips attaching to my neck as he created more marks.

«I need to feel you papi», I murmured, sucking on the sweet spot just below his ear.

Lining him up with my entrance I looked up at him as he pushed into me. The moans that followed could make a pornstar blush.

«Fuck cariño. Te sientes tan bien bebé!» he moaned, bottoming out before stopping so I could adjust to his size. «Oh my god Rafi, that feels so good! Please move papi!» I moaned back, and he complied, moving almost completely out before bottoming out again. He continued this ministration a few more times before he set a steady, but slow pace.

«I want this to last amor», he said, but I wasn’t as patient as he was. My primal needs taking over my mind as I trailed my hands down his back until they reached his perfectly shaped ass, grabbing it to press him into me. «Paciencia mi amour», he said, chuckling before moaning as I bit down on his shoulder. «Faster papi. Please make me cum», I murmured, biting down on his collarbone.

That last bite seemed to really spur him on as he picked up his pace. «Fuck Rafi, just like that bebé!» I moaned, grabbing the headboard. «Dios mío, te sientes tan bien papi!» I moaned.

My climax was approaching full speed as he kept his fast pace. «I’m so close Raf—fuck bebé!» letting out a pleasured squeal biting down hard on his neck, so hard in fact that I drew some blood, but we were too far gone to care. «Me too cariño. Cum with me», he moaned out loud.

The movements became erratic as his thumb found it’s way down to press on my clit, pushing me over the edge. «Fuck papi!!» I screamed, my walls clamping down on his member as he came too.

We laid there in absolute bliss for a couple of minutes before he pulled out of me, making me wine at the loss of fullness. «Let’s get cleaned up, then we can go to sleep», he said, helping me up. «I don’t think I can walk properly after that!» I laughed breathlessly. «Come on cariño, I’ll help you.» he chuckled, guiding me to the bathroom so we could shower.

After the shower I felt more relaxed, but still leant on Rafael for guidance. «Take me to bed Rafi.» I purred, «As you wish amor.»

That night I had the best sleep in ages.

~ FIN ~

[vincent-frankenstein]

Shatter

Chapter Ten: Insecurity

Summary: Logic is a storm. He’s a furious fire, raging deep inside; thunder strong enough to tear the mindscape to pieces, lightning bright enough to take control. And the storm grows with each time he’s ignored or disregarded, each time his so-called “family” pushes him aside. This is a golden opportunity — how could Rage not take it?

When lightning strikes, Deceit is left to pick up the shattered pieces left behind. The light sides are the only ones who can stop Logic and take Rage off his throne, the only ones who can save Thomas. Deceit just has to fix the damage Logic wrought. He just has to bring back the light.

(And maybe, maybe fall in love with them in the process.)

Warnings: violence, manipulation, blood, corruption, sympathetic deceit, villain logan, swearing, dark side ocs, basically just logan and rage being ASSHOLES and hurting everyone including thomas

Pairings: eventual DAMP (starting with Roceit, then Moceit, and finally Anxceit)

{ Read on AO3 | Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Interlude | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine }

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Oh, Deceit was so happy with the situation at hand.

As the hours drew on, his injured leg became more and more painful, until he could barely walk without toppling to the ground. Sides healed quicker than humans, at least, but not quickly enough to relieve him of his agony any time soon. Climbing down the tower was out of the question, especially considering Roman had torn most of the ivy away during their battle. He was trapped — injured and alone in a tower with someone who would never grow to trust him.

He groaned, glaring at the ceiling. He’d propped his leg up on an armchair in search of some relief, but that left him to lay on the floor, and, really, there was nothing more uncomfortable than a stone floor. His back ached, a dull thrumming beat to accompany the shrill agony of his leg.

He didn’t know what he dreaded more: the continued silence of Roman’s sleep, or whatever was coming when he awoke. Deceit prided himself on being a master of cunning, devious plans, but he’d turned the situation over in his head again and again and again, and the only idea that presented itself to him was… impossible.

Furthermore, planning something was easier than actually seeing it to completion, and he had no idea how to even begin moving forward. Bringing Roman back to his old self wouldn’t be easy; he’d have to build his self-confidence back up from square one, which would entail copious amounts of compliments and reassurances and other disgustingly soft things like that. Soft thing that he didn’t even know if he was capable of producing.

Oh, he could certainly fabricate them. Flattery got a man everywhere, after all, and it was oh so easy to wax poetic about someone if every verse was a lie. But he had a feeling lies weren’t going to cut it this time around. The old Roman had been particularly susceptible to his flattery, but that was when he still had that shred of confidence, that hope that maybe, maybe he wasn’t as bad as his thoughts told him he was.

Roman had clung to his compliments because he used them to feed that shred, to convince himself that the mask he wore was his true face. But Logan had snuffed out that hope, leaving behind only insecurities and doubts, and without it, there was nothing to feed, nothing to nurture. He wouldn’t accept Deceit’s compliments at face value, too overpowered by doubts to believe them. No, he’d call Deceit out on his, well, deceit, and they’d get nowhere fast.

But would genuine compliments work? Or would Roman’s insecurities drown them out as well? He sighed sharply, fingers tapping against the floor in a thoughtful pattern. He’d reached the conclusion that compliments wouldn’t work several times, and each time he’d remained just as unable to work around it. It frustrated him to no end.

There had to be another angle. What else motivated Roman, beyond validation? Quests? Could he fabricate some wild goose-chase, perhaps, send him gallivanting across his own kingdom and hope he regained some of his prince-ness along the way…?

He froze, eyes snapping open. On the bed, Roman groaned, shifting in his sleep. With a hiss of pain, Deceit drew his leg from the chair and stood as best as he could, supporting himself along the bed frame as he stepped up to Roman’s side.

Roman curled tighter into himself, a small, sad noise escaping from his lips. Deceit lowered himself onto the bed, hoping for the best and bracing for the worst as Roman’s eyes fluttered open. He caught his bearings for a moment, eyebrows furrowing, pain filling his eyes…

And then his gaze fell onto Deceit.

“Wh — what a-are you doing here?” he asked, and his voice shattered and fell into pieces between them. There was no anger in his voice — but there wasn’t anything else, either, nothing but a shaky, resigned exhaustion. He didn’t move to sit up; he only tensed, as if he expected Deceit to attack.

“Do you remember anything that happened?” Deceit asked, voice as smooth as ever, even as his insides burned with doubt.

“Why are you here,” Roman said, more of a quiet statement than a question, like he’d convinced himself that he already knew the answer. He moved his gaze from Deceit’s face, gray eyes boring into a spot over his shoulder.

“To save you,” Deceit said. “To fix everything.”

A humorless laugh tumbled from Roman’s mouth, pitchy and broken in all the wrong places. He wrapped his arms around his torso and held, tight, his knuckles turning stark white against the ashy gray of his skin. “T-To fix everything?” he repeated. “You’re a bigger idiot than I am, Deceit.”

“What, no clever nickname?” Deceit shoved away the heavy dread that landed on his shoulders. Roman’s voice was… not Roman, in the worst kind of way, a shattered, empty thing.

Roman’s breath hitched in his throat. “Get out,” he whispered, his voice a barely-there imitation of anger.

“Come now, Prince Roman,” Deceit said smoothly, and opened his mouth to say more when Roman reared his head up and stumbled from the bed. Tears glimmered like broken glass in the corners of his eyes.

“Get out!” he said again, and oh, there was his anger, burning hot and fueled by hatred. “There is nothing here to save!” His chest heaved, his face contorted with grief, as though he was grieving the man he’d once been. Deceit pushed himself to his feet as smoothly as he could with one injured leg, and Roman threw his arms wide, laughter laced with self-loathing falling from his lips. “Do you see anything here worth saving?”

“No,” Deceit said, with a deadpan stare. “Thomas is so much better off without you. We don’t need you back.”

“Liar,” Roman hissed.

“Well, yes, but —” Deceit cleared his throat. His suave facade was slipping in the face of Roman’s unyielding insecurity, but he couldn’t let himself break. He drew himself up, squaring his shoulders, and shoved away his need to lie. “Logan is making a mess of things. Thomas is unhappy, the mindscape is crumbling, your fellow light sides are broken, and Rage is ruling it all with an iron fist. You are a prince, are you not? Go slay the villain.”

Roman laughed again, his arms wrapped tightly around his middle. “I’m no prince,” he said, voice breaking. “I couldn’t even stop Logan! I-I let them all down! He was right — I’m nothing more than a failure!”

“Wow,” Deceit drawled. “Every word that just came out of your mouth is a lie. And I thought I was the liar here. Roman —”

“Shut up,” Roman breathed, voice haggard and shaking. “Stop — stop trying to —”

“Trying to tell the truth?” Deceit finished for him. “That is what I’m doing here, after all, and it is not exactly easy for me. Trust me —”

“Trust you?” Roman repeated with an incredulous laugh. “How can I — how can I trust anyone anymore? I know you all hate me! And I can’t even blame you! How could anyone care about someone like me?”

Well. At least he hadn’t lost his flair for the dramatic. The thought gave Deceit little comfort as he watched Roman crumble before him, a flood of doubt spilling from his mouth, like a broken record repeating Logan’s cruel words. Deceit swallowed, shoving away the power of Roman’s room before his own doubts could eat him alive.

“Easily,” he said, as gently as his aesthetic would allow. “You are more than what Logan said you are.”

“Liar!” Roman yelled, and flung a hand out in front of him. Something appeared in his grip. Deceit raised an eyebrow, staring at the… whatever it was. It looked like the hilt of a sword, almost, but the blade itself had been broken off, leaving only a few sharp shards of metal at the bottom.

But Roman — Roman stared at it like someone had just told him Broadway was canceled forever. His face crumpled, a sob wracking in his chest, and he curled in on himself as though he’d been stabbed, pain flashing through his tortured eyes. The hilt fell from his hand and shattered on the ground between them.

Oh, Deceit definitely knew how to comfort someone who was crying. He watched with dawning horror as tears built in the corners of Roman’s eyes and spilled down his ashy gray cheeks. “A-Ah,” he started, suave facade slipping. “Please, ah. Do not do that?”

Roman sobbed harder. Cursing under his breath, Deceit paused to think, eyebrows furrowing. What would a light side do? What… what would Patton do? He cleared his throat and tried to slip into the same mindset he’d used when impersonating Patton.

“Hey there, friendo,” he tried, stepping forward. “It’s gonna be okay!”

Roman stepped back, a pained noise tearing from his throat, and Deceit floundered. Okay, Patton wasn’t working. What would Virgil do?

“Princey,” he tried again, and Roman looked up as if on instinct at “Virgil’s” voice. Deceit hesitated, biting his lip. He knew how to impersonate the old Virgil, the one he knew, not the softened version the light sides had created. He cleared his throat, forcing as much gruff, reluctant care as he could into his voice. “You’ve gotta breathe. I’m, uh. I’m here for you. Just focus on my voice, we’ll do the 4-7-8 thing, okay?”

For a moment, it seemed to be working — but then Roman gasped, new tears pooling in his eyes. “S-Stop — stop trying to be them,” he managed through his sobs.

He… didn’t want the light sides? If Patton and Virgil didn’t work — and Logan certainly wouldn’t — what other options did he have? What other personas could he put on? Who could he be?

He could be himself.

The thought was so sickeningly soft, he almost vomited right then and there. “Be yourself,” what kind of foolish bullshit was that? He was Deceit; not being himself was practically in the job description.

But… perhaps it was worth a shot. What would he do?

He’d lie, he’d manipulate, he’d spout a flood of flattery and rebuild Roman’s confidence on a foundation of fabrications, and he’d leave the duct-taped approximation of “fixed” to the light sides for them to truly fix —

He stepped forward, drawing Roman into his arms. Roman tensed at his touch, his breath hitching in his throat, but to Deceit’s great surprise, he didn’t try to pull away. Deceit lowered them both to the bed, leaning against a bedpost and allowing Roman to lean into his chest. He didn’t say a word, only held Roman as tightly as he dared as he sobbed into his chest.

He didn’t know how long they stayed there, how long it took for Roman’s sobs to soften and die out, shaky breathing fading into something gentler and slower. Deceit’s skin burned wherever Roman touched him, and he never, ever wanted it to stop.

He blinked. Where had that come from? Of course it had to stop; he was there to fix the balance and be on his slimy way. There was no use hoping (ew) that this moment of quiet would ever exist outside the tower. Roman had the light sides to return to, a family to build anew, and Deceit… well, Deceit had heat lamps and a solitary job. That had always been more than enough for him.

Why did he feel like it wouldn’t be enough anymore?

No. No, he refused to follow that train of thought. He glanced down at Roman’s sleeping face, and sighed, gently pushing him away. Roman curled into himself the moment Deceit’s touch disappeared, uttering a string of soft, sleepy noises that Deceit didn’t have the energy to interpret. He watched the prince for a moment longer, and then limped to the armchair, settling into it as comfortably as he could.

He held himself as he fell asleep — and absolutely didn’t miss the warmth of Roman’s touch.

[tuyetthienduong]

J

Cl e em ten gi da

Nt bien hoi cau gi lhac di 1999

Team trung xiu vi wua de thuong ke ca khichanh nhu cun hehe hieu roi huhu

Nt uh???

Hieu luon haha

Lam lien tru tram 4 dau dao tal thanh cong tam thoi ???

Cl em dep nhu muon ngan anh sao hihi em muon le giuong voi snh ko snh xai bao etc nhu y rm vi em buet may thanh nay chi noi ma ko lam nen ko wuen ai ma len giong ke ca thang Nach o tien gioi snh biet duoc nho doc sach thanh cus shiy j ma ko biet 1 chu

Nt ??? Nghe hay hay

Same cor 3 hihi

2999 same huhu nc tiep hium may me nay

Di luon

Cl o lai

Cl ok anh doi co nhieu a hihi

Nt em yeu anh cl em muon len giuong voi anh vi em biet anh too va em da khien anh lam doeu do mot cach co y toi gio tu vo thuy vi em vhinh la mar toi tai dinh hihi

Cl xiu vi wua de thuong du noi doc ma dung su that la tu vo thuy toi nay nhat gai ver goc chi gap nt de rhukng gwis nen theo toi gio

Team ohhh lam tiep

Nt em li wua chua di my nua hihi

Cl mai anh xai mind control

Tesm te ngua

Team moi hieu

Huc wifi me nay di igs de thi tui cos mem huhu 30 phut

Kris y la ba hack nhieu wua nen gio ba song nhu seohyun ber bac kinh toi ma chuawuen hihi de anh lam thit rm nhe seo hyun goc hihi oi team xuat hien again

Nt wins again huhu

Cl de anh khoc gium hihu duco dao tao hehe

Dungb nghe gium em k2 thanks

Team thuong hihi

Jerk cl do loi thich goi de full wifi sao em an loi qua vay

Eo 60 la xubg dang huhu

Kris an nua di em an cho map len luc nay msp qua roi huhu

Igs nghia la an that cung ma an nhieu nguoi ta so huhu

Jerk cl e sao kris hay chen vo vay all do vo tre huhu

Hieu roi

Thuong chi ho seo hung oc an nhieu thoi hahaha

Jerk vs dungb dang o nha tro r em co fan dung o truoc cua nha tro kia dung nhu con mat future oi huhu noi tiep giong sh shit cac huhu co ban cua ban doi oi hihu truo huhu cong ktx shit cac sm

A full team hihi khoi can ehlp oi nua oo duco vang tah tam thong roi hihi

Hieu cai too boo tiep huhu

Anh chang nha ban sushi sieu dep teai 2m11 mai di thai o mahidol hihi de viet hieu truong shit cac va len vi gia the to bu haha

Quen luon team duyet trong kuc tru nao ho seo huun go

Join in and kill Ll in 1s

Hehe competitors again

Igs noi hua xong bien hihi hi anh nhieu tuoi roi

21 hehe

Nt oi roi hihu vui wua by all

Help me oi them huhu

Cl khoc nuon huhu

Anh 21 em co bf chua anh la cer goc of all ke ca dau ko kk huhu do wuen em bua shit cac phat cho em toi va dap em nhu cun ne hihi

Nt oi duoc nua roi

Anh 21 em co thich anh lo snh xai bao bus nay sonh nhat snh va anh lo so vo phong em giong nu igs

Igs thang nay nguy hiem wua ahihi do toi nhat

Nt oi duoc nua

[marveliciousfanfics]

Walk With Me Pt 5

This is my entry for @dinnafashsoldat POC Writing Challenge.

Prompts: “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be the bed?” and “I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you.” Mexican!OC

A/N: I am a Mexican girl so when I saw this writing challenge I had to get on board. It is going to be about a 5-6 mini series. I love Thor. He’s my favorite! Even over Bucky and Steve because he’s just so…perfect and needs to be protected

It’s almost done! Just one more chapter!

Soccer is life. Or at least it was my life. I truly, wholeheartedly, believed when I was eleven and twelve that I was going to be a soccer player. I lived and breathed for the sport. It was how my father and I got close. He would come to my games and cheered me on. It was how Ernesto and I bonded as well. He and I would talk about players like Americans talk about Football players. With my brother’s death, so did my love for the sport. I couldn’t watch a single game for years. I did move on and eventually watched a game, but it had been bittersweet. . So when I woke up I had a lot of mixed feelings. But I was also excited. Everyone in my family knew how competitive I was.

Then it hit me that not only was I home, but Thor was with me. I turned around and saw that his bed was empty. Panic shot through me as I thought of what could be happening. I heard music coming from the kitchen and almost everyone was up and already in their uniforms. Yes, our family had uniforms. Thor was talking to my brother, well, my brother was talking and Thor was listening. They were all on the round table we’ve had for twenty years and eating eggs with ham, which was what my mom made every morning before a game.

“You’re awake,” Thor beamed from the table his plate cleaned off. “I wanted to wake you, but you were so sound asleep I let you sleep in a little.”

“You sure her loud snores didn’t wake you up?” Betty snickered. I glared at her.

“Shut up.” I muttered and sat down across from Thor. My mom placed a plate in front of me and kissed the top of my head making me smile.

“I had to live with it for all my life,” Betty rolled her eyes.

“You were the crazy sleeper. You started at the top of your bed and somehow ended up at the foot of your head,” I muttered back.

Betty feigned a shock expression and then shrugged. “I still don’t snore like you. Thor, seriously, how do you deal with it?”

“Because your sister’s heart is made of gold and she is passionate about what she does,” he replied. I bit my lip trying not to blush, but it didn’t work. 

“Buenos dias,” my father walked into the kitchen.

“Buenas,” everyone replied as we all used to.

“Buenas,” Thor followed along.

My dad sat next to me and he had a plate in front of him immediately. I reached for the salsa and placed it next to my dad’s plate. He thanked me. I knew he ate almost everything with my mom’s delicious spicy salsa. Breakfast was pretty normal. Almost weird since it had been over six years since we all sat down together. Adding Thor to the mix was exciting.

“Do you remember when Dulce’s 15 it started raining during her pictures?” Junior laughed. “And… her….” he was laughing between words, “hair was…ruined and…she…legit cancelled the party?”

I rolled my eyes. “I tried to, but thankfully the venue let us move the party inside even though we had not paid for that cause it was cheaper to have it outside.”

“Fifteen?” Thor’s forehead crinkled.

“So in our culture—Mexican—and most latinos we have this…rite of passage for women. When they turn 15, we have a party for them to officially introduce them into society,” Betty explained.

“It was a way to let the town know ‘my daughter can marry now’,” Camila grumbled.

“Ay, Camila,” my mother groaned.

Thor still looked confused.

“Camila refused to have a 15th because she believed that it sent women backwards,” I told him.

“It does! Elizabeth is never gonna have one. Unless she wants one, but it’ll be her choice! That’s all I want. For my daughter to have choices,” she explained.

“That’s all we want too,” my dad chimed in. “Ahora, Dulce, cuando te vas a cambiar?”

“Okay, okay, ya voy,” I raised my hands in defense.

**

Once we were at the park the captains of the teams were selected. My brother and her fiancé were selected as captains. Since this whole thing was for them. A coin was tossed to decide who went first to select and my brother won. He took a moment to gloat and then pointed his finger at me. My future sister-in-law groaned.

“That’s not fair! We all know your sister is the star player.”

My brother winked at her. “You lost babe, now choose.”

Melissa crossed her arms across her chest and huffed but her eyes moved as I went to my brother’s side and fist pumped. My competitive side was coming out. Blood was pumping. It wasn’t surprise she chose Thor first since she thinks that because he is a god he is going to give her the advantage. But regardless of mortality he was going to get killed. Soon the teams were picked and I was with Camila. Betty was with Melissa. 

My dad was going to be the referee. There weren’t going to be rules like at a real soccer game but we weren’t allowed to pull on clothes or punch and that had to be a rule because of me. My brother got the team together and told them to clear the way for me. No one objected since they all knew how fierce I got. My blood started to pump faster. It had been years since I played but I had a feeling it was going to be like riding a bike. Thor stood a few feet away from me and I figured they would put the biggest guy to stop me. 

“This is a friendly game, no?” He asked and I shrugged.

“Depends on your version of friendly, Thor,” I watched as my brother and Melissa went to the middle of the field and my dad placed the ball in the middle. There was another coin toss that Melissa won. The ball was hers and then my mind switched. She passed it to Betty and I went after her. Thor was clearly behind me but I was too quick and maneuvered my way through everyone else it wasn’t long before I was by the goalie and it was Betty as the goalie. Her eyes widened at me, and my body moved on it’s own and I barely saw her cringe as I kicked the ball in her direction and she ducked because it was headed straight to her face. It went in and my team erupted in cheer. I waved at Betty as she glared at me. She knew that I knew that she would rather duck than let the ball hit her. 

“That was amazing!” Thor beamed. “I’ve never seen you move so fast!”

I winked at him and went back to my side. Thor did his best to kick the ball but he was using too much force and it would go way over the net. My brother had to go almost across the park to get the ball back. Thor was still on my trail when I had the ball and he did try to get it from me but I tricked him and kicked the ball between his leg and twirled around him and continued to go down to their post and made another goal. 

“Goooooooool!” My brother cheered and high fives me. 

All my brothers team had to do was pass the ball to me and I made the goals. Before half time we had 5. Then we took our break. I went over my to mom and she handed me a Gatorade. 

“Como siempre muy buen echo, mija,” she kissed my cheek. Her eyes widened behind me and then there was a shadow over me. I looked over my shoulder as I opened my Gatorade. 

“Is there something you haven’t told me?” He narrowed his eyes. My mom offered him a drink and he changed his demeanor and thanked her for being concerned. My mom blushed and giggled a “You’re welcome.”

I turned around with a smirk. “Is the mighty Thor hurt he is losing to a mere midgardian?”

“I am not ashamed to admit defeat when I know it is fair but you are moving as if you are gifted. Are you like Steve?”

I chuckled and took a sip of my drink. His eyes watched me and I didn’t back down. I finished and closed my drink.

“Thor, I am not a super soldier. I’m just simply using my god given gifts. Plus you’re a sore loser. You hate playing pool with Tony because he always beats you. And don’t get me started on Monopoly.”

“That game is evil!”

“Clint is surprisingly good at that game.”

“Yes he is.”

At the end my team—I mean my brother’s team won. Meaning I won. Thor was out of breath. I did admit that he picked it up rather quickly. It was fun to play against him. He was still a sore loser because when my father called the game was over. He still asked for ten more minutes, but we all needed to get home. On the drive back Thor was sulking.

“Are you really going to be like this?” I asked with a laugh.

“You have seriously held back from us, Dulce. You moved like…whoa…I bet you would give Steve…how do you say…a run for his money?”

I laughed. “That’ll be a sight to see. But I know you were holding back.”

“Okay maybe a bit, but you truly impressed me, Dulce. But your sister did mention she was surprised you were still good even though it’s been years.”

I looked out the window and sighed. “I’m sure you’ve deducted…what has happened…with my family. Why I understood you when you lost Loki. His name is—was Ernesto. He was the youngest.” I took a long breath. “He…died…in New York. He had gone with his high school friends and my parents didn’t want him to go, but I convinced them to let him go. I had missed out on my opportunity to please them and I didn’t want that for him. So he went…and he got…trapped under a building during…you know…” I shrugged. “He had gone back to try to help a friend from under debris and the building collapsed.”

I wiped away the tears. “He…his death…broke us. Broke me. I felt…guilty. I let him go and there was no one there to protect him.”

“Dulce,” Thor reached for my hand. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. Look…my dad blamed SHIELD for my brother’s death. Once all the files became public, he was furious. And I had joined them and worked for them. He was even more livid that I didn’t come home straight after it was found out Hydra was behind Shield all along. But I just couldn’t go back.”

I stopped myself. I was oversharing and I felt like I was unloading on him. It wasn’t fair.

“That’s a lot for one person to keep to their-self. Have you talked to anyone else about this?”

I scoffed. “Not really. I mean I have my sisters and my brother, but I don’t think they understand what I felt when we got the news about Ernesto,” I looked down to my hands and played with the cuticles.

“We all deal with death differently. But I hope you no longer feel guilty about your brother. It had nothing to do with you letting him go. Knowing this I want to ask forgiveness from your family. After all it was my brother who brought chaos to New York.”

I blinked not realizing what he meant for a long moment and then it snapped. “Thor, I have never blamed you. I know you tried to stop him. Reason with him.”

“Thank you for your forgiveness, Dulce. And if Loki was alive, I would make him apologize to your family.”

“Just don’t bring it up, Thor. My family doesn’t like to talk about it. It starts arguments and with your presence it wouldn’t be pretty. Please let’s just enjoy the party tonight and then we can go back to the compound and put this all behind us.”

**

I shouldn’t have said anything. Once we got back home, I went straight to the shower. I was covered in sweat, mud and grass stains. It had felt so good to play again. I always thought soccer was going to be my life. I had breathed and lived for it. Then death sure makes you look at things differently.

It wasn’t like we lost someone before. I’ve had cousins and uncles pass away, but we all knew this was different. There was a reason our family didn’t stray too far from each other. If I had the time stone, I would go back and go to New York with Ernesto. I’d protect him. He had a brighter future than I did. He had the brains. He had dreams. I just wanted to play soccer. That wasn’t much compared to what he could have done.

That is what I felt guilty for. I felt like I had robbed the world of a brilliant mind. I always found showers to be the best time to have a break down, so I had one. I let out all of my frustrations. Lying to my family. Seeing Bruno so broken because of what I did. Reminding myself what my little brother could have done.

When I was done—I had changed in the restroom—I went back to my old room. I thought I would find Thor, but when I looked out the window I saw that he was helping set up. He was the tallest so they had him hold the balloons so they could tape it. I chuckled at the sight of Thor just casually holding the arch of balloons while my father was on a step ladder reaching on his tippy toes.

I watched for a while. Whatever my father and Thor were talking about was something good. My father was smiling and it had been a long time since I saw that smile.

“Mija?” I heard from my door. I turned and saw my mom with her makeup already one and the hot curls still on and in her robe.

“Hola, ma,” I went to her and hugged her tightly. Nothing like a mother’s hug to make things better.

“No te vas a poner lista?” she asked if I was going to get ready but I didn’t let go of her and she rubbed my back.

“In a bit,” I replied and placed my cheek on her shoulder and inhaled her scent.

“Estoy feliz que tienes alguien con quien eres feliz,” she said she was happy that I was with someone who made me happy.

“Ma…” I started, but then we were interrupted by Camila. I had wanted to come clean. I knew she would understand. But then I did have to get ready. This was for my brother. I knew committing was a huge thing for him.

I had to support him. I needed to put my own shit away. When I was doing my makeup Thor was back, but because he had been out in the sun he was sweaty all over again. I nearly dropped my blending brush as I watched him remove his shirt and used it to wipe away the sweat off his forehead, face and his neck.

He caught me and grinned.

“Your father was telling me you know how to play guitar. That he taught you.”

I half smiled remembering the lessons and how tough of a teach my dad was, but I truly wanted to learn because he was so good.

“Yeah, I do.”

“You should play tonight,” he smiled.

I shook my head. “No, I’m good.”

“Come on, do it for me? Your wonderful boyfriend?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Fake boyfriend.” I corrected.

“You owe me for this and the way to repay me is to hear you play,” he turned a little serious, so I sighed.

“Fine. You gonna shower now?”

“Unless you wish to continue googling me, woman,” he winked at me.

I rolled my eyes, but I felt the blush on my cheeks. I wish I had done my foundation so he wouldn’t have seen me. He got his stuff and a towel and left.

I released a breath. God, he made me so nervous. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered. I shook my head and got myself back to the present. But I did like that he made me smile. Made me forget my shit.

I finished my makeup and moved on to my hair. Half way through my hair Thor was back. And to think he looked sexy in sweat he looked even sexier with droplets of water going down his chest, between his abs, and pecs. Flashes of us fooling around in my bed went through my head. Passionate kissing and passionate lovemaking. Screaming his name. I wondered how big he was. Would I be able to take him? God, how long had it been since I got laid?

Years. I had toys, but I was sure whatever I had would never compare. Like he was reading my mind his eyes met mine on the mirror of my vanity. The air in the room changed. He smiled and I felt my insides melt. That smile of his was going to be the death of me. I jumped when there was a feedback sound. It brought us out of the trance, and I turned to my window.

The music was starting and I could smell the food as well.

“I’ll go get changed at the restroom,” he took his things and that might have been my chance to stop him, but I let him go. He gave me one more glance, but I kept my lips shut. I felt my heart sink. Did I just miss my chance? Probably. Maybe I just reading the signs wrong.

I finished getting ready. I got my dress and placed it on. It was heart shaped burgundy dress that reached my knees. I paired it with black heels. Since the party was right outside I didn’t take the coat I brought with me.

It had been ages since I went all the way for a party. Not even for Tony’s parties. This color of the dress reminded me of a coat Thor once wore. Right when Ultron attacked. I had admired him from afar. He had made that coat look so sexy. I chuckled to myself. Here I was pretending to be his girl.

I walked out of my room and ran into my brother.

“Whoa, look who is back from the dead,” he joked. I rolled my eyes at him. “Seriously, I hardly recognized you. Thanks for coming, Dulce.”

“Of course. You’re my brother. It was time to end the streak,” I shrugged. “I know how you feel about Melissa. She’s the one.”

My brother blushed and nodded. “Yes. she is. Don’t tell ma or pa, but…she might be pregnant.”

My eyes widened. “Seriously?! Oh my God!”

“I know! But we are not sure. If she is, we might just speed up the wedding, so she can wear the dress she wants. You and Thor gonna be free in a month or two?”

[qisnutz]

Raua Needmine

APH Rare Pair Week, day 2

Prompt: Music

Characters: Estonia & Finland (OCs).

Kalju Salumäe (Estonia) belongs to @brothuania, Jaakko Järvelä (Finland) belongs to me. Also available on ao3. Enjoy! c:

"Jaakuke, have you made any plans for the evening already?"

Mua paholainen vaanii joka kulman takana, missä vain mä kuljen, kuiskii kieli katala. Sen silmät mua katsoo olutlasin pohjalla; sen hymyilevän huomaan vieraan tytön huulilla.

The Finn had spent the entire day wearing nothing but checkered pajama bottoms, safely tucked in a huge blanket, devouring copious amounts of snacks, and binge listening to at least ten years old Finnish schlagers. In other words, he did not quite resemble someone who wanted to leave his safe nest for no good reason. Thick blond stubble on his cheeks and chin, reaching upper parts of his neck, clearly indicated that Jaakko had not shaved for about two days. A water jug, together with a few coffee pots, all empty, awaited being delivered to the dishwasher. The man was again in the doldrums he hadn't expected but was not shocked by in the slightest. At any rate, the last week was subtracted forcibly from his life.

Jaakko set aside his skull-shaped mug he was holding before he tentatively examined the Estonian now leaning against the doorframe with a difficult to read facial expression. He was certainly not in the mood, neither for riddles nor Kalju's stupid inquiring.

Mua paholainen vaanii joka kulman takana, minne vain mä kuljen, on tuo tunne mukana. Kaikenaikaa onneni on vaakalaudalla; jos se ei käy sisälle, se oottaa ovella...

"Was that a rhetorical question?" Trying to sound angry came to naught because the pinnacle of Jaakko's vocal possibilities at the moment was a slightly shaky, clearly exhausted undertone. To muster up a coherent reply was truly an accomplishment on the Finnish man's side and somewhere deep, Kalju was immensely proud of him.

"Not at all. I was just wondering whether you'd be willing to accompany me tonight somewhere." He paused, awaiting a reaction, though in vain. Not being one to give up easily, he continued. "It breaks my heart to see you in that miserable state, you know? I intend to drag you out from your depression cave."

Luoja auta, pidä kurissa! Kaidalla tiellä, poissa kiusauksista.  Luoja auta; vaikka tukista! Pidä mieli kirkkaana ja paita puhtaana.

Noble as it was, it couldn't work out, not according to a rough draft of the rest of the day Jaakko had sketched already in his head. His idea was not grand, not in the slightest, though it did not include leaving the bed. Let alone the entire house. It felt like all the demons he strived to avoid at all costs would get to him the moment his foot crossed the threshold. Something inside him twitched uncomfortably – that was not the desired scenario. In the end, his place was here, namely among cushions, blankets, woolen socks, cozy clothes, and vintage music with lyrics he knew by heart. And his beloved black dog by his side. Musti nestled himself comfortably in his owner's lap as he awaited caresses and promises he's a good boy.

"Not going to say anything? At all? Don't make me take your silence for consent."

"Voi ei..." Short and to-point, as always. Jaakko was not a particularly exhaustive interlocutor, at least not before a few shots of vodka sent him on a self-discovery trip to his inner source of endless, often one side-centered, chatter. His lips formed a thin, tightly sealed line as if he feared to slip out any more words. He wasn't really in the mood to start getting ready or, God forbid, actually socialize with real people. In the stubbornness contest between the two of them, however, there was no clear winning and losing side division, and this could mean only one thing.

"Jaakuke. Palun."

"Tä?" *

"I promise you won't regret going with me. It means a lot to me, and I want you to be present there. Please, kullake. It'll be fun."

Tuo varjo aina auringosta osan piilottaa, kauneimpiinkin uniin siipinensä liihottaa. Tänään kuljen hymyillen vaan tiedä tulevaa, pelimme kun etenee vain päivä kerrallaan.

Jaakko's hand kept brushing Musti's fur lazily, almost nonchalantly. Much like his favorite human, the dog wasn't up to changing the position. Several raindrops, first signs of the incoming rain, hit up against the windows. The weather acted on his advantage, giving him more reasons why he would stay home.

"I can't go out. It's raining, can't you hear that?"

"The rain won’t kill you. It's just a drizzle, and we have umbrellas. Come."

The singer's warm and soothing voice was slowly lulling him to sleep as if this depression nap he took earlier today wasn't enough.

Mua paholainen vaanii joka kulman takana, minne vain mä kuljen on tuo tun--

Suddenly, the music stopped. Unsure what happened and what to blame for that intrusion, the Finnish man frowned, suspiciously puzzling around. In the meantime, Kalju casually locked his phone and slid it into the back pocket of his pants, unbothered by future Jaakko's reactions. Truly, any response would be cordially welcome. As of late he wasn't receiving many of those.

"How the fuck-- did you do that, the laptop's on the desk, and--"

"Jaakuke, I can use the mobile app to navigate Spotify on a desktop. The future is now. Come on, get dressed, shave this thicket off your face, or just trim it at least, and get in the car with me. I'm going to be pestering you until you agree, take my word for it."

The Spotify-related revelation caused the Finn to gape in an utmost unflattering fashion, but soon enough it dawned on him it was, in fact, possible. How could that slip his mind? His glance met Kalju's eyes, gentle, strangely encouraging. Much as he appreciated the thought and his boyfriend's diligence in pursuit of the goal, the Finn still didn't quite feel the urge to abandon his safe hideout.

"I promise we'll get some booze on the way back home," the Estonian resorted to bargaining, hoping for reaching a potential agreement. When the alcohol came to play, it was always much easier to convince the other man to cooperate. This method had proven to be effective many times before, and Kalju sincerely hoped it would work today too. He couldn't bear the sight of his loved one being this miserable for a few consecutive days. "We can refill the snacks drawer, too. And we'll binge watch a Netflix show of your choice."

Jaakko was as confused as unhappy with this turn of events, but he had no strength to further argue with the other man. Kalju simply knew his strengths and weaknesses and on top of that, knew how to make a successful bait. Gently shoving Musti off his lap, he proceeded to untangle the blankets tied in the likeness of a Gordian knot. Once he was free from the bed trap, the Finn sat on the verge of the mattress and dragged hands down his face.

"No niin, mennään nyt,**" he mumbled, sniffing himself and flinched with disgust. "I might be in need of a shower though, so you have to give me some extra time."

"You can have all of it. Almost, because we have to make it to our destination before six and it's reaching half past four."

"I don't even know what to wear," Jaakko complained. The entire room resembled a battlefield and, in a metaphorical sense, functioned as one during the past six days. No matter how often Kalju would clean it up, the mess would return double as intense. But having endless patience for the Finn made it much easier to cope with continuous cleaning. "I haven't done the laundry in so long..." 

"This is why you're lucky to have me. I've prepared and ironed an outfit for you already. It's waiting for you in the wardrobe. All you have to do now is just get ready. I'll be waiting for you in the living room."

All the witty replies seemed to have abandoned his head. There was no use in fighting that statement, and Jaakko knew all too well Kalju was right. A short nod followed by an attempt at a weak smile had to work as thanks. But what would make the Estonian truly happy was the Finn lumbering to the bathroom, and Jaakko decided it won't hurt to comply with this humble request. Maybe some soap and running water will help cleanse his mind at least a bit. A small sauna session when they're back would be lovely, too... Nothing clears your mind better than steam and sweat

"There. Where are we even going? I haven't worn this shirt in ages. It almost feels weird."

 Jaakko looked much better with his small beard nicely trimmed, clean, combed hair, and in a more decent attire than pajamas that had long since outlived their glory days, even if said shirt looked like someone had forcibly removed it from the eighties and placed in a wrong century. The full outfit contained a jacket as well, but Jaakko casually ignored it. Shifting from foot to foot, he awaited commentary.

 "Well, judging by the look of it, I'm inclined to believe that," Kalju chuckled, much to the other man's embarrassment. "Last time I wore a shirt like that was about fifteen years ago."

 "I'm here to remind you that it was you who picked it for me to wear tonight."

 "Because the rest looked even worse."

 "Look, if you keep roasting me, it's still possible for me to go back to bed and I will not hesitate before doing that."

 "Sorry, you look great. It compliments your eyes. The shirt itself might not be the latest vogue, but somehow you two make a great team. Chin up, Jaakuke. Are we ready to leave now?"

 "Yeah, I suppose. Can you explain why all that fuss is necessary? I could just wear a T-shirt."

 "Of course you could," the Estonian agreed. "but I doubt you'd feel comfortable attracting all the disapproving glances of people present there. We go to a place where the dress code is in force."

 "Namely where?"

 "It's a surprise. I won't spoil it. Don't worry, you'll love it, or so I hope at least."

 All the following incoherent grunts and mutterings were silenced down by a kiss from Kalju who had gotten up and came up to Jaakko to grab him by hand and usher him to the car waiting outside. The Finnish man was still wary. Of course, he trusted his boyfriend would always wish only good things for him, but old habits die hard. Even sat in the front passenger seat he was feeling weirdly anxious about the unknown destination of their -- was a date a correct term for that? Neither of them seemed to be willing to resume a conversation from earlier, so Jaakko turned on the radio without asking. An Estonian song, lyrical and a bit melancholic, quickly replaced the silence between men in the vehicle. The thought that the tune was perfectly fit for current weather - the rain had picked up significantly - crossed Jaakko's mind as their car made its way through the streets of Tartu. He recognized several buildings they passed by, the stores, cafes that remembered their little cliché coffee evenings, tenements in front of which he stood as Kalju was taking a touristy picture of him.

One of the many university buildings was on the horizon. An unpleasant chill went down his spine at the mere recollection of returning to work tomorrow, as his sick leave lasted only until then.

He liked his job, all the young, open-minded people around him were hungry for knowledge, and he was more than willing to share his experience with them. He wasn't ready for social interaction yet, and working as a lecturer was an occupation that required a lot of it. Jaakko will have to grin and bear it for some time before he feels comfortable again.

A few other songs passed before the news report at five thirty. The speaker spoke fast Estonian, and even despite being nearly fluent in it, Jaakko had issues with understanding certain words. He would have to ask Kalju about those later, granted he remembers. The car stopped in the parking lot mid report about a piece of news on Estonian IDs. The engine stopped, so did the radio. The trip was over, and Jaakko had to become a person again, as opposed to a recluse with his head in the clouds. Fleeing from an actual downpour that developed during their car ride, both men hid inside a small but cozy white building.

 "Here we are. Do you recognize this place?"

 "Not really," the Finn replied according to the truth. He was unsure whether this answer will be satisfactory or a disappointment to the other man, but there was no use lying. Wet hair strands were glued to his forehead, he tucked them behind his ear and glanced around. "Where are we?"

"Can you wait a bit more? I'd love to show you around, but I can't now. We've arrived just in time. I must attend to something now. When I'm done dealing with that, I'll take care of you."

"So what you're saying is you dressed me up in those fancy clothes and dragged out of the house just to ditch me in a random place in Tartu, Estonia," Jaakko cocked his eyebrow and made a face. "I don't know a soul here, Kaljuke, why are you doing this to me?"

"Can you please relax for a bit? No one will talk to you there. We didn't invite any audience for tonight."

"We? Audience?" The Finn was startled. "Can I still retreat to the car?"

"Not at all. If this helps, you're not supposed to be on the stage. Not you, me."

Before Jaakko could ask at least one additional question, he realized Kalju was pulling him towards large frosted glass door. Behind it, seemingly endless rows of (indeed empty) chairs faced a stage with a few strangers on it. They were holding paper sheets and forming two rows, taller men standing in the back while shorter guys occupied the front. He'd have to be completely ignorant not to realize who they were and what they were about to do in a few. A shy warm feeling filled his heart.

 "I thought you quitted--"

Jaakko didn't finish the sentence because his interlocutor had suddenly gone missing. Shaking his head, he proceeded to take a seat in one of the front rows. Someone brought a drum and carried it until everyone was ready to start. Kalju wasn't present among the lined up men. Instead, he occupied an honorary place before them together with a blonde who seemed to be his good acquaintance. Making sure the microphone works just fine and smiling politely at a joke, as Jaakko assumed, the Estonian adopted a straight up position, visibly awaiting the right moment. He resembled a violin string, filled with pride and ready to be played by a skilled musician. They were puzzle pieces of something bigger, something noble. Part of the choir.

The man who brought the drum, hit it, therefore announcing the beginning of the spectacle. One row responded immediately, and the second joined after hearing the drum again. The low rumble turned up, masculine voices violently resonated in the hall. They were so loud Jaakko would hear them clearly if he sat in the last row and the audience was full. Closing his eyes, he let his mind absorb all the lyrics chanted by the choir. The perfectly synced machine had two outstanding performers, one of them being no one else but Kalju himself.

 Käisid kolme ilmaneitsit, taeva tütarta tulista, lüpsid maale rindasida, soo peale piimasida.

 He sunk into his seat and with a dreamy expression transferred himself into a part of his brain where the glass was still half full. The lyrics were grim, it's true, but he couldn't care less for that. It was a crucial part of his heritage, and Kalju's group paid respect to it.

Üks see lüpsis musta piima, sest sai rauda pehme’eda, teine valgeta valasi, sellest tehtud on teraksed, kolmas see veripunasta, sellest malmi ilma tulnud.

It's been a while since Jaakko felt that special. He could not remember when was the last time someone honored him that way. At this moment the only thing he wished for was a pair of those lips to linger on his own, to mark the line of his jaw, to whisper sweet nothings against his skin. He knew that if he peeked at Kalju now, particularly at his mouth, he would be damned. It was okay. There will be a lot of time for that once they return home.

'... oi Luoja, kuinka häntä mä rakastan.' ***

Some translations again:

* - What? (Huh?) ** - Alright, let's go now. *** - cheesy warning: oh God, how I love him

Songs mentioned: Marko Haavisto & Poutahaukat - Paha Vaanii Veljo Tormis - Raua Needmine

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(English below) 🇲🇽 #feliznavidad 🎄 ¡Por fin se me hizo terminarlas este año! 😉 Las versiones "alternativas" las pueden encontrar en @anjela_con_j 🎁 Pues bueno, faltan menos de quince días para que el gordo de rojo llegue a dejar deudas... ¡Digo! Regalos a todos. 😚 Pero esto se los quería compartir desde ahorita porque mi señor va a venir a la ciudad durante esas fechas y yo voy a estar muy empedada con el rompope y pendeja por andar con este hombre sooo... ✌️ Mujer precavida vale por dos. 😊 Pásenla bonito y si van a pelear con sus tíos por los terrenos de la abuela... 🙏 Tienen mi bendición. 🇺🇲 #merrychristmas 😠 "Take your perverted foot off my back!" 🎄 This year I could finish this. 😉 The "alternative" version can be found on @anjela_con_j 🎁 Well, it's less than fifteen days before the fat old man comes to leave gifts for everyone. 😚 But this I wanted to share now because bae is coming to the city during those days and I'm going to be very drunk with the rompope (search google if you don't know what it is) and stupidly happy to be with my man sooo... ✌️ I'm a cautious woman. 😊 I hope you are with the people you love during these holidays and if they are going to fight with a relative about something that happened ten years ago... 🙏 You have my blessing. #oc #originalcharacter #personajeoriginal #happyholidays #felicesfiestas #holidays #diasfestivos #myart #miarte #mystyle #miestilo #myartstyle #miestilodearte https://www.instagram.com/p/B6Llej0BvKJ/?igshid=434ujdbh8inx