#amaila

[sofibeth]

Familly issues of S4

Amaila: Trying to savage a better relationship with her brother after death of her father and her boyfriend's mom establishing dominance. Yugo:Long lost mother back into his life and telling him how to live it and abandon a part of his family for safety. Evangelyne:Long lost father back into her life and telling her how to live it and abandon a part of her family for safety. Tristepin:His entire existence is a daddy issue. Ruel: Just wants his money back!

[moths-are-better]

EXCUSE ME??

[royal-confessions]

“idk if this is going to sound rude or mean or something in between the lines but given the history of who the monarchs of the netherlands chose as their future spouse (example;queen juliana and queen beatrix were both nazi, and queen maxima's dad was very problematic so much as not being able to attend maxima's wedding) i fear catherina-amaila, alexia and ariane might chose problematic spouses for their future or maybe not i could be wrong but the history is there for people to see” - Submitted by Anonymous

[obsessedasusual]

Lonely No More - Seven

Bishop Losa x OC series

Summary: There was never a dull moment, being the only Reyes sister. But between overbearing brothers, being the family peacekeeper, and countless disaster dates, Amalia finds herself wishing she had someone to unwind with after a hectic day. Funnily enough, Bishop Losa wishes for the same thing.

Warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, alcohol

Note: - 2.4k - it’s here!! Hello to readers new and old….. dive in!

Also - I had a tag list for this series at one point, starting from scratch. Let me know if you’d like to be added!

Tags: @danzer8705 @delightfulheroshoeflap

“Guess who I saw at the store today.” She threw at her older brother before she took a sip of her orange juice.

“Who?” Angel questioned from the kitchen as he dug around for something that could pass as lunch.

Amaila rolled her eyes, “I said ‘guess’, dumbass.”

Angel pulled his head out from the fridge to glare at his sister sitting on his couch, “Don’t give me that shit. Just tell me.”

She raised an eyebrow expectantly at her brother. While both stubborn, she could definitely out-wait him.

It was his turn to roll his eyes at the gesture knowing she wasn’t about to give it up, “Fine,” he sighed, shaking his head in thought, “Was it… I don’t fucking know - Mrs Sanchez from High School?”

“Mrs Sanchez? No?” Amalia stared dumbly at her brother, “Why the fuck was she the first person to come to your mind?’

Angel offered a shrug in response before turning back to the fridge.

“I saw Kevin.” she finally relented.

“Who?’ he mumbled, half distracted by his sandwich making.

“Kevin,” she repeated, “Kevin, our cousin Kevin?”

She watched her brother’s face transform from confused to understanding as he clicked to who she was talking about, “Didn’t know he was in town. Thought he was in the city?”

Amalia mumbled a quick, “Thanks,” as he placed a plate holding a cold meat sandwich in front of her, “I thought so too, guess he still is? Don’t know, didn’t actually talk to him.”

“You didn't talk to him? So that whole story was for what?” Angel spoke with his mouth full earning a glare from his sister.

“Shut up. I was just passing comment.”

“Well, thank you. I don’t know what I would’ve done without this life changing information.”

Amalia looked at him as she chewed, “You’re a dick sometimes you know that?”

She was met with a middle finger and decided to finish her sandwich instead of dignifying her brother’s gesture with a response.

“How’s EZ? With the club I mean.” Ever the protective sister, Amalia had been worried about how her younger brother would fit in with the Mayans. Everytime she brought it up with the brother in question she was met with a small smile and a, “Everything’s good, A.”

Angel thought about his answer for a moment, “He’s doing okay I think. But I just - some of the shit we see man, sometimes I wonder if sponsoring him was the right thing to do you know?”

She nodded in understanding, “When he got out, he had nothing to go to, Angel. You’ve given him… something. And at the end of the day, Ezekiel’s an adult now. He’s gonna make his own choices no matter what we say.”

“Yeah, I know but… he was so young when he went inside. He was s’pose to be a fucking doctor, not following me into an MC.”

Pursing her lips at the statement she silently agreed with him. Ezekiel was always the one out of the trio that they were sure was going to do well. Angel had always done his own thing, Amalia had a college degree in communications but that wasn’t exactly a field that screamed ‘successful’. EZ was going down the medical route. Now that was impressive.

“Pop’s pissed at me for bringing him in too.” Angel continued.

Amalia sighed at that. The Reyes Patriarch made no effort to disguise his real emotions about anything. And it seemed clear as day that he wasn’t pleased with his youngest following his oldest’s footsteps, becoming more protective over him then ever.

“Pop is Pop,” she offered, “No matter what, EZ is always gonna be the apple of his eye. And that isn’t fair, but… at least we have each other at Christmas.”

That succeeded in getting a chuckle out of her brother. Amalia knew their father’s favouritism weighed on Angel.

“Yeah… lucky us.” he huffed good humouredly.

Feeling her phone buzz she moved her attention to the message on her screen, feeling her cheeks heat up as soon as she saw who it was from.

Is it safe to assume you have no plans tomorrow and can join a lonely man for dinner?

She and Bishop had exchanged numbers two nights ago when she had returned home from work and found a note in her mailbox from said President.

Fixed your gate, the note had read, here if you ever need a handyman.

The note had been signed ‘Bishop’ along with a phone number. After texting him her gratitude, the two had been periodically texting.

“What’re you smiling at?” her brother questioned, eyeing her suspiciously.

Amalia snapped her gaze from her phone to Angel, caught like a deer in headlights, “Nothing.”

“You texting a guy?”

She rolled her eyes, “Leave it, Angel.”

“That’s not a ‘no’.” again, speaking with his mouth full.

“It’s a ‘mind your own business’.”

He rolled his eyes and demolished the rest of his sandwich, Amalia following suit.

“As long as he treats you good.” Angel muttered as he walked back to the kitchen.

Amalia bit her lip at the comment before typing out a reply to Bishop.

Name the time and place :)

Her phone vibrated within seconds of hitting send.

My place, 6:30. See you then sweetheart.

Amalia looked from the text, to her brother who was fluffing around in the kitchen. She wasn’t doing anything wrong by getting dinner with Bishop. They’d done it before, not that she’d told Angel. And besides, it was only dinner. Just two friends who happen to live down the street from each other.

How would Angel react to it? Probably not well. But still, she couldn't stop herself from the excitement that bubbled at the thought of the dinner.

Can’t wait.

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It shouldn’t have surprised Amalia, how good the food was as she’d already experienced it with the pie weeks prior. Although dinner was ‘only’ spaghetti and meatballs, it was damn near the best she’d ever had. The big, scary Mayans President was an absolute whiz in the kitchen.

Dinner had passed with the pair indulging in both wine and beer, Bishop had begun to keep a bottle of red handy for occasions such as this, and sharing so much laughter their sides hurt. It was peaceful, and oh so comfortable.

Neither brought up the stressful day to day topics like work and the club. Instead they spoke of their favourite holidays as kids, where they’d go if they could travel anywhere in the world, what animal best represented them.

That last one was all Amalia, but Bishop had indulged her.

“You’d be an ant,” he’d decided, “with how social you are.”

“An ant?! That’s not even an animal. I’m more like a… penguin.”

In the end they agreed to disagree.

“Bishop, you cooked. Please let me do the cleaning.” she all but begged as he began to gather up the dirty dishes. The biker waved her off with a smile as he continued.

“You’re my guest, querida. Sit there and drink your wine.”

Amalia let her eyes follow the rough man as he cleared the table, moving to fill the sink with hot water. It was weird seeing Bishop like this. It almost felt wrong. She was in his house, his private four walls away from the club. He wasn’t wearing his kutte, he looked almost relaxed. In that moment, it wasn’t ‘Bishop Losa, MC President’. It was just Bishop. Bishop, the man that kept his lawns immaculate. Bishop, the man that could cook an incredible pot pie. Bishop, the man that owned exactly one nicknack.

Bishop. The man had been on Amalia’s mind constantly lately.

“Have I got something on my face or what?”

His deeper voice broke her train of thought as he caught her staring red handed. His eyes weren’t on her though, they remained on the dirty dishes he had begun to wash.

She smiled at his side profile, “Just thinking.”

“That’s a dangerous way to spend your time, querida.”

“What… thinking?” Amalia giggled.

Bishop pulled a tight-lipped smile and nodded once, “Gets you in all sorts of trouble.”

The Reyes sister cocked her head and made her way from the table to stand beside the older man, still diligently washing the dishes. She took a moment to properly take in the comment, knowing the President usually had a deeper meaning behind his words. Grabbing a dish towel in silence, Amalia made a start on drying the dishes.

“Some would say,” she began, “You attract even more trouble by not thinking.”

Bishop glanced at her briefly, “You just love to argue with me don’t you, sweetheart?”

Amalia grinned slyly up at him, “Gotta keep you young somehow, Prez.”

He shook his head, chuckling lowly not dignifying her remark with a verbal response, instead deciding to use the scrubbing brush to splash bubbles at her, hitting her square on the nose.

“Bishop!” she burst into laughter, doing her best not to get any of the hopefully not-too-dirty dishwater and bubble combo that was now dripping down her face, in her mouth.

“Told you not to think, querida.” he winked at her and went back to washing the cup in his hands.

Quickly wiping her face with the dish towel, she twisted it in her hands, lined it perfectly with her target and let it fly, whipping Bishop’s bicep perfectly with a satisfying ‘snap’.

Her target startled, hand quickly coming up to caress where he had been hit, turning to face Amalia with a shocked smile.

“You…”

“You were thinking too hard.” she mocked, shrugging and continuing to dry the plates.

She froze when another belt of soapy water hit her, soaking her more than last time. Mouth hanging open in shock and laughter, Amalia moved quickly to once again whip her dish towel at the taller man. Bishop responded accordingly with more dish water, this time wetting the dish towel as Amalia held it up in defence.

Water on a dish towel gives it much more power when used as a whip… much more. It seemed that they both realised this at the same time, Amalia growing excited and Bishop growing regretful.

“Don’t…” he warned, but it was hard to take him seriously when a smile was plastered across his face.

Amalia giggled as she twisted the towel once again, readying it for her shot. It seemed that Bishop could anticipate her next move however as he made to grab it just as she took her shot. The brunette tugged at her end.

“That’s not fair! This is my weapon, not my fault you chose dish water.” She tugged again, only to be met with the resistance of a strong man.

“All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart.”

“Bishop!” She was in stitches at the situation, laughing too much to be able to actually grip the towel enough to stand a chance, “Give it back!”

He tugged his end again, “Apologise.”

She tugged back, “No!”

“Apologise.” he chuckled, tugging at the dish towel a bit harder, in turn pulling Amalia toward him with it.

She collided with his chest in a fit of laughter, sides beginning to hurt as she attempted to catch her breath. Pushing herself back from her position, she gained her composure and looked up at Bishop. Only now realising how close they actually were.

Silence fell over the duo. Amalia breathing heavily still trying to catch her breath, and Bishop breathing shallowly due to the close proximity he found himself in with the woman that held his infatuation.

Amalia cleared her throat when their eyes locked, “Um-”

His lips were on hers before she could mutter a complete word.

It took a moment for Amalia to process what was happening, but it was a short moment and she soon found herself sliding her hands up to gently grasp the sides of Bishop’s neck, quickly returning the kiss. She could have sworn she felt him sigh into her at that moment, almost in relief.

He kept the kiss clean. No tongue. No teeth. Just lips. And want.

Amalia felt like her mind was racing but couldn’t pinpoint what she was actually thinking. She knew what she was feeling though.

Butterflies making their presence known in her stomach, a satisfying burn on her waist where Bishop held her, an almost-annoying-but-actually-quite-nice tickle on her lip from his mustache, and the feeling of wow, this is actually happening.

They were lost in their moment, her hands on his neck, his hands on her waist, and their lips interlocked. No one could say how long they would’ve stayed like that if that goddamn phone hadn’t decided to ring.

Bishop quickly pulled back from her at the ringtone. Not moving to answer his phone, instead just removing himself from her grasp and staring at her flushed face. Neither spoke a word as the ringtone finally died down, only to start up again a second later.

The second ring seemed to break the President out of his daze as he broke his eye contact and grabbed the still ringing cell phone from the bench, cursing quietly when he saw who was calling.

“What?” he answered with a gruff tone.

Amalia spent the next few seconds collecting herself, not paying attention to the topic of the phone call. Although she could guess it was club related based on the amount of swearing she could hear on both ends. She found her fingers tracing her lips subconsciously when Bishop ended the call.

“Fuckin’...” he trailed off, turning back to her, “Uh… club shit,”

He was struggling to meet her eyes, instead deciding to focus on the now abandoned dish towel sitting on the bench, “I gotta go. You uh… you can…”

“I’ll clean up then head out.” She offered, seeing how he was struggling with words and making the whole situation more awkward.

Still not meeting her eyes, he stared intensely at the towel, opened his mouth as if he had something else to add, before settling with a nod and turning to leave the kitchen.

Amalia could hear him pulling on his boots in the next room and imagined him shrugging on his kutte too. The opening and slamming of the front door pulled her back to reality as she realised he had left. The roaring of his Harley as it started up and rode off confirming it.

The breath she let out was so shaky it was audible, she made to grab the bench behind her to steady herself.

“Holy fuck.” she whispered. What the hell just happened?

“Holy fuck.” she exclaimed as she made her way to the front door, leaving the dishes in the dirty, cooling water.

Fuck cleaning up. She just wanted to go home.

[ozarkthedog]

For you! Cause I love ya! 💌💌💌

tysm my lovely 🥲

And how I feel about you rn, amaila!!!!!

[whataneed]

i’m Amaila and i’m 20

[conatic]

Amaila faisait simplement sa lessive quand le drame est arrivé : la mère de famille de 37 ans est décédée sur le coup

https://www.sudinfo.be/id734973/article/2023-10-23/amaila-faisait-simplement-sa-lessive-quand-le-drame-est-arrive-la-mere-de

Source: sudinfo.be

[444names]

french names BUT ending with "a"

Abridella Adéréa Alaina Amaila Ambea Amouisya Anavia Andrina Annaya Anneva Aprea Arigna Assissa Aurteaya Authena Azassa Azura Barcia Barocka Barqua Bayala Beaulta Beaussa Beberterva Beliva Belota Benea Berminea Berna Bernhia Berta Bertaya Berva Bista Bizardinea Blairlissa Blossa Blossona Bobinea Bocka Bondréa Bonta Borea Bosia Boura Bouria Bourvia Bousa Boussa Branchacca Brejecka Brocqua Brojea Brosta Bruddilla Brumaria Burciena Burta Buréa Bérierthia Béthona Calia Callissona Caloiréa Carna Casira Cavoyna Cervesa Changua Chapina Charca Chardea Chautrea Chava Cheasa Cherea Cherta Chora Chouqua Choura Claigna Clailardia Claina Cleva Clottralia Cléréa Coeura Comanta Conea Contia Corejouria Coudea Couka Courvassa Coussa Couta Crosignosa Cuveria Cyria Cécia Cédéophia Céliena Céléa Daberna Dainea Daista Damasamena Dambla Dapena Debra Deciletta DeFra DeJea Delca Della DeLozaria Denora DeRossa Desca DeShusa DeShustia Desia Desla Desrecka Dessollea Devaulia Devressa Dianca Diolia Diona Dordea Dorecla Douffroua Dubrea Dubuthia Dufra Dugeva Dugua Duhambea Dupardia Dupena Duplanta Dupleauta Dupra Duricéa Durna Duréa Duvia Echencka Elanta Exnaudia Fagna Fansoucia Faulhuta Faveentra Flassa Flona Flonscla Fondea Forca Forémena Fospria Foutia Fouva Frata Fratea Fraymenua Gagea Garpea Garpena Garéa Gatherta Gautra Gautria Genria Genta Gerrenria Ghibecota Gigna Gillya Gissa Glainenta Glara Glava Gokboeura Gorea Gossa Gosta Goulacorta Graissa Grancea Granta Grastagnea Grava Gricka Grolorea Grossa Grumeassa Guessa Gueta Guigonna Guilla Guillexna Guina Halitia Havaca Hebea Herva Hudailla Hurnacta Huvetta Hyppicka Itatia Jacla Jacqua Jairca Jalia Jalta Jalènena Jamberigna Janna Jarea Jarra Jentrouva Jettia Jolea Joncea Josarna Josca Joyea Judria Juena Julia Julinoréa Jultea Jutusa Jéria Jérèchoua LaBarta Labelia LaBla Lacka LaClaria LaCoussa LaCreina LaDuboua Laela LaFousia LaGra LaJea Landréa Lantea Lanua Lanvia Lapdea LaPla Lardanta LaRobea LaRobicéa Laultena Laupuettea Lavierra Lebartria Lebea Lecheborea Lecia LeCola LeColia LeCouka LeDora LeDozeaya LeDucia LeDuka Legua Lejea Lembarna Lemira Leptia Lerieria Lerna Lesta Leviletra Levrea Liontina Livillena Logena Logua Loirea Lorena Louaya Louilleta Loura Lucia Luciena Luciewlya Ludea Lyoursicéa Léophia Léopolia Mahangea Mahia Maishougua Malia Malva Mancassa Mancellia Marchafia Mardifia Mardona Maria Marieraya Marra Marrea Marta Martra Maxena Maxenta Maëlla Methesta Micontra Migna Mobea Monnea Montiva Moquaya Morimogua Mouilloua Muntra Méléa Naquilla Nedogna Norrea Octouetra Odinneta Odismuka Onceaudea Ophia Othierria Pallica Pardelaisa Paroissa Passa Pattela Pauta Pecandra Pechélia Pellethea Pergoista Petrea Pettra Pilleta Poissava Poissieria Pombea Poquela Pouaillia Poula Pranica Prearsia Prionna Prumessa Raberacta Racqua Racra Raourva Ravolia Relva Renna Reurqua Revena Rhellva Riolea Rivinea Robiena Robilbea Rochauta Rochelina Rocka Roddia Rolia Romasia Rosconna Rosia Rossa Routa Ryvlina Salanta Salia Sallia Sardoucia Sarra Saveroissa Seena Segoissa Sejea Serenossa Serra Shussela Sinfalla Sonta Sourena Staina Sylva Sylvieria Tanta Tauddria Terca Tersa Theaugeva Thesa Thisa Thissa Tipposa Tirica Tofia Toussia Touta Trabrevia Trardea Tritaya Usintmena Vassa Vaustia Veria Verna Vertura Verva Vicka Vierowdréa Vigna Vilia Vingua Virea Viria Viréa Wardea Youvarcia Yvossa Zenaëta Zerra Zineta Édonierna Élipessa Émieuva

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all of gifs are around Joris, I skip some stuff. Sorry but it took me to long just to get Joris lines, though you can sen in a request and I can get the others into gif form if you would like.

[sofibeth]

Obligatory mid-season Wakfu thoughts

Everything has been solid so far, this recent episode definitely establishes the theme of family and having to deal with strains of it and is much tighter than Season 3 as a result.

Be curious how Toress is handled since he is not really in for a sympathetic angle tho may be due to why these creatures exist in the first place.

Love the angle they are going for the Eilatrope goddess where she is so caring that it's also a burden. Yugo feels her pain but is still loyal to Amaila and his friends. It's a good groundwork for if she turns antagonistic.

Albert is a good dad I can't wait for his efforts to cheer up Yugo go to waste when it prob inadvertised floods the world again.

Amaila gets to have some badass moments and I am glad to go off queen. I am scared for her survival considering she is not in Waven rn.

Nora angst, while I adore the island of Wakfu ver of her (still better design) like what they are establishing with her so far.

Just kinda funny Qilby gets patrol right to just chill and be an ass, I wonder if the fact he can possibly die for real would interest him considering his curse.

I am aware of Lance Dur due to Waven (want to eventually watch his series) I am curious what people think of him who is unaware of his background.

Finally some good Eva content. I know people are mixed regarding Eva's character post-S2, I'm in camp she can be a mom but def needs content for her to stand out and I'm glad finally getting it. The dad drama is a nice parallel to what Yugo going through and am excited to finally get the backstory for Eva hopefully.

Cras are cool again and Flopin might actually get content now. Can tell the Sadlygroves are the ones I care for the most XD.

I'm miffed at the angle they are going for Tristepin being immature. It felt like he already matured by OVAs and did a nice balance of that while still being his goofy self. Have to see where it goes.

Ruel off to stop his ex-wife from donating his life savings to charity and it's just funny the contrast of this and the rest of the season.

[moths-are-better]

more wakfu episode 9 spoilers

So I’m just gonna rant about this cause I’ve been thinking about it nonstop. Ok let’s unpack Yugo fully thinks he’s either gonna die for good or live the rest of his life as a soulless shell of himself, Oropo only spares with Yugo to take his mind off the fact he is being sucked of his very life force, Yugo accepts that he is going to die with out ever seeing any of his friends or family again, Quilby saves him but the everyone else thinks he as good as dead so imagine how emotional his return is gonna be

[lala-in-the-impala]

“Salem hissed. Nick hissed back. Harvey supposed Nick must be more of a dog person. “

- From Daughter of Chaos

[spencermacsjawline]

jspencermac’s IG post (March 29, 2019) - “Watch amaliaawilliamson thebillybaldwin and I do cbc’s jam or not a jam for northernrescuetv”

[itsrabbidseason]

“My name is Seàn, I’m the Android sent by Cyberlife” 

[stimboardsforkin]

Im sorry if its too specific but could you do a stimboard for Aloy from Horizon Zero Dawn with pastel orange, blue, and pink slime and cutting? Thank youu!!! U・x・U

of course, itll be up soon :)

- mod lucas