#cancún nights

[samemiistakes]

OPEN TO: anyone and everyone. LOCATION / SETTING: The Cancún, hour before opening.

"We're closed," comes his flat voice from somewhere behind the bar, currently bent down to pick up a piece of trash that was missed by the person who closed. Gabriel is too particular about details, even if he has no business doing chores like this, usually up at the doors for the night. He got in an hour early and, lo and behold, forgot to lock the fucking door behind him. Now, someone is in the club with him. His fault.

"You don't have to go home but you can't stay here. At least go wait outside and drum up some hype for us." Not that the Cancún really needed it.

[worldburnrp]

HALLOWEEN, 2024.

AS PRESENTED BY THE PALAZZO

One might say that New Yorkers wear masks and hide their horns year-round. One might also claim they see monsters every day, that they're chased by ghosts of traumas past, and that there are more skeletons in Manhattan than there are closets to hide them in. That Halloween is just another regular night, for a city as dark as this. On October 31st, tensions are high. The air is thick with anticipation of an upcoming election, as well as the settling of debts amongst gangs, and the rumored deaths of criminals who once roamed the streets. New faces — old wars. Every year, the three gangs meet under the same roof, in open talks for the future. What deals can be struck, what conflicts stand between them and the law — where their very own State of the Union stands. Is it too late for diplomacy?

OOC INFO

IC, the event takes place on the night of October 31st. OOC, it starts on October 18th. Part 2 will be coming soon.

It is not mandatory to pause non-event threads during this period, but if you choose to keep pre-event threads going, we ask that those are kept to a minimum as to prioritize the event and not mix up timelines. <3

While you can still respond to threads started previous to the event, we ask that members don't start new threads set outside of the event until it is wrapped.

We encourage you to plot with your fellow players what your characters will be up to during the event, as well as any plots and/or conflicts that may happen. For heavy conflicts, please do make sure to message the main about it first - and if you have any ideas you'd like to suggest for us to include into the event, we'd love to hear about it too! <3

As always, should there be any questions or need of assistance with any plots, please feel free to contact us and we’ll be happy to help you!

THE LOCATION

Secretly and subtly owned by the Cartel, THE PALAZZO is an upscale nightclub and lounge, crafted to fit a more elite clientele than the Cancún was able to reach so far. Not your typical nightclub, Palazzo is built almost like a five-star hotel, except for the debauchery held within it. Guests can expect a bar, dancefloor, lounge areas, as well as private rooms should they wish to stray away.

Due to the nature of its owners, alcohol and its illegal counterparts can be found in abundance if you know how to ask for it. Privacy is promised within the Palazzo’s walls… but there’s no guarantee, paparazzi aren’t waiting just outside of it.

CHALLENGES

COSTUME CHALLENGE: Show us what your character’s Halloween costume will be! Be as detailed as you’d like, and feel free to get creative.

OPEN STARTER: Write an open starter! 

RESPOND TO AN OPEN STARTER: Respond to an open starter! 

WRITE A MULTIPLE-CHARACTER THREAD: Write a thread where three or more characters are interacting together at once. 

HAVE FUN!

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Mangroves

CASE # 019010008-004

SUBJECT: PYRRHA E. REYES

CONTENTS: SUSPECTED MURDER/DEATH OF CLAIRE P. LEWIS

THE FOLLOWING IS AN EXCERPT OF THE INTERROGATION OF MS. REYES.

DONATED BY AN ANONYMOUS MARIETTA DETECTIVE TO THE RICHMOND UNIVERSITY OF THE ABNORMAL.

TRANSCRIPT IS AS FOLLOWS:

She’s gone, right? I’m so stupid, this is all my fault. It should’ve been me. I should’ve been the one to – fuck. It’s so unfair. I never wanted it to come to this and now I’m… alone. I’m sorry, let me start from the beginning. My name is Pyrrha, I’m a librarian in Marietta, Georgia. I met Claire, my fiancée – ex-fiancee now I suppose – in college. We first met in our American history class, and I wanna say we hit it off pretty well then. We would talk for hours on end about history, sharing facts and talking about our political interpretations of certain events. Do you ever stop to think how weird Manifest Destiny was as a concept? Like, sure, expansion was inevitable, but saying it was your God-given right as a white guy to steal land from natives? Of course it went much deeper than that now, and we grew as people from these conversations. Eventually, we grew for each other. She asked me out, and lucky for her I was a lesbian. The next few years of college came and went, and at our graduation I popped the question – though we weren’t to be married for a few years as we eventually settled down and devoted our daily life to work and research. It was amazing. Spending every last moment you have with the woman you love. The nights cuddled on the couch watching TV, the rainy days spent reading, the more-than-daily walks with our Saint Bernard – cleverly named Saint. 

After another three years – wow, it really has been three – we began to grow a little bored. We were both still madly in love, don’t get me wrong, but there was something missing. Like looking into the same room over and over and over, expecting to see something remotely different. It could’ve been a bird at the window, or maybe Claire moved the coffee table away from the sofa a little. Regardless, we needed something new. Not a vacation necessarily as we had been on plenty since moving in together – though with Saint we did ease up on how frequent they were. We decided to find a mutual hobby to keep the closeness knit. Claire didn’t think we were growing apart, but I insisted it might be healthy for the long-term. She agreed and we got to looking. We went through a few options. Rock climbing was not an option since she was desperately afraid of heights. Can’t do gardening because of how high our third floor apartment was – and, yes, it didn’t help the fear of heights at times. Then we figured it out. What about diving? Claire was so thrilled with the idea, having been formerly on our college’s swim team. As for me? I’m glad we could’ve decided on something – I really wish we hadn’t. 

It was settled, and we found a few days to go train and get certified. It was so relaxing. The water against our skin – or what wasn’t covered by our suits. Oddly, I found having to swap from our snorkel to our oxygen regulator the most thrilling. Exposing ourselves to the elements for even a slight moment, knowing the sheer amount of water that could fill our mouth and throat and lungs if we just chose to let it be that way. Of course, I hid these intrusive thoughts from Claire. After a few days of learning and practice, we were certified and immediately booked a plane to Cancún, Mexico, and reserved ourselves some spots for a personal diving trip out off the coast. It was beautiful. I won’t see it as such any more. To be honest, anything deeper than a kiddie pool irks me – pathetic, I know. 

We arrived and toured for a bit. Went around, ate some local cuisine. Claire found a fondness for cooked cacti, and I took a liking to Piña Coladas. Saw some shows, and had a genuinely good time. It was like an early honeymoon. It didn’t stay this way for long. We had decided earlier on we wanted to dive by some mangroves off the coast. And so our day started early. We were given the clear to dive and got a ride out to one of the less popular dive spots. We were excited, but a little hungover honestly, yet we refused to let that get in the way of our newfound passion. It was during the ride over that I had the chance to reflect on my relationship with Claire. It was almost as though my mind was forcing me to ruminate. It had known something I didn’t. Of course, I hadn’t realized it at the moment but perhaps it was an omen. I mean, it just sounds too coincidental, right? Makes me think of all the skipped classes, all the dinner and movie dates, all the small mundane fights we resolved within a matter of minutes because we realized how stupid they were. I thought of us getting Saint as a pup and how happy Claire was to finally have a pet after a childhood without one. I remembered meeting her parents, and how much I thought they hated me at first, only to realize they were the kindest people in my life – aside from Claire that is.

We arrived. It was hot. Really hot. So we took no time changing into our gear with the anticipation of dipping in as soon as possible. And so we did. We held hands and slipped into that cool, familiar feel of water. No. No. No, that’s not right. It wasn’t that at all, it felt more like wading through a sludge, like we had just dunked ourselves into a tank of syrup. It didn’t feel right at all. Claire didn’t seem to notice it but I did. I should’ve brought her to the surface to say something, but that look in her eyes. The beautiful green eyes that spoke with determination. So I let her be happy. I brushed off the feeling, but then I looked down. It went further and further, deeper and deeper. This wasn’t right. We were just off the coast, right? It shouldn’t have been possible – why was the water so… green? Were there supposed to be fish or anything else alive here? I could see the shoreline just fine and the mangroves up ahead. Was this right? Was I imagining things? Are… are those bodies? I think I chalked it up to pareidolia at the moment, but now I’m not too sure. My breathing picked up but I knew this was not the time nor place for a panic attack. I looked back up at Claire and remembered the times she helped me control my breathing. So I did. Deep breath in. Hold. Deep breath out. The breathing helped, but I still felt dizzy. Everything was telling me to go back up. To grab my future wife and call it a day. We’ve seen enough right? I wouldn’t have to explain myself. I wanted to vomit. I hate myself for not trusting that feeling. 

We got closer to the mangroves. I wanted to say it was beautiful, but it was so unsettling. How they wrapped and contorted made them seem like bodies trapped underneath the water, doomed to an eternity of drowning and staring either down into an endless abyss, or up onto a surface they could never reach. It was only then I realized what lay ahead of these… corpses. There was more ocean. More of that murky green sludge that held my life partner and I trapped. How had Claire not noticed? Or perhaps she did, and being the most curious person I knew, she was intrigued. I was not. I wanted to get the hell out, but I wasn’t sure how. I had made my decision. I was gonna grab her and leave, but then I looked up. The surface was much, much further away than it should have been. We were only going to be a few feet from the surface right? Why was it so far away? I could begin to feel the pressure of deep water popping my ears, clenching my body. My heart pounded as though it was gripped by the unknown force of the sea. My lungs were being crushed by the weight of… the weight of what? Water? It all seemed so ridiculous to me, but it was no time to question the laws of something that was actively breaking them. I looked at Claire. She had gotten closer to the mangroves, at which point I – we, I’m certain of – heard what sounded like screams. No, that wasn’t right. It was gurgling, and it felt as though it was coming from all around us. I heard the screams of these drowning people trapped beneath the water like Claire and me. I wanted to join them. I wanted to scream and let the water – sludge, whatever – force its way into my body so that I could become one with it. I felt like I was going to die, I wish I did. I went to empty the water from my mask as we learned to in training, and as I put them back on, Claire had become entangled, no, embedded within the mangrove. She was becoming one of them, a corpse, a drowned. I swam to her, panicked and as quickly as my body could whilst being crushed by the progressively increasing pressure of the deep. I swam and I swam and I swam and I swam, but the corpses carried her further away. No, it wasn’t the corpses, it was the ocean that took her. I screamed, the water began filling my lungs, and Claire. I watched her. The abyss swallowed her whole. I don’t think she reached back out to me. She accepted the cold dark as much as she accepted the ring on her finger. 

I was found a day later, washed up ashore miles away from where I thought the mangrove was. Claire was reported missing, and for a while I was suspected for murder. Fortunately, the charges were dropped due to lack of evidence. I wish they had taken me though. I wish I could suffer for letting her die. I mean, she is dead right? Her parents offered their support, but I knew they knew. I knew they knew I killed their daughter. I haven’t talked to them since her funeral. Of course no body was found. I didn’t bother trying to explain what happened. Told authorities that we were inexperienced, amateur divers, and that seemed to be enough for them. I hated having to lie, but what was I to do? Now that I think of it, it’s so fucking useless of me. I let her die and now I lied about it? I’m a pathetic mess of a human being. Claire would… she would’ve handled this so much better were it me that drowned and not her. I wish I drowned. I wish I was the one to die. I wish Claire was still alive and I wish that it was I who was eaten by the deep. I still have Saint, though he got along better with Claire. And, after all this time, I didn’t realize how empty a bed could be. 

END TRANSCRIPT

[fetznerdeathrecords]

Summoning Death - Tombs of the Blind Dead

Old school Death Metal from Cancún, Mexico

Prepare for an onslaught of bone-chilling death metal as SUMMONING DEATH returns with their latest album, Tombs of the Blind Dead, set to be unleashed on October 31 on CD, digital, and later in 2025 on LP. Tombs of the Blind Dead promises to be a relentless descent into horror, perfectly timed for a Halloween release. Following the success of their previous records, The House That Screamed (2018), One Step Beyond (2020), and A Traumatic Nights of the Creeps (2023), SUMMONING DEATH continues their tradition of blending the gruesome imagery of '80s slasher films with the raw intensity of old-school death metal. Featuring members from legendary Mexican death metal acts like Denial, The Suffering, and Delirium, SUMMONING DEATH delivers an album that is both brutal and evocative.

1. Tombs of the Blind Dead 05:39 2. The Killers' Masterpiece 04:29 3. Viy 04:35 4. Sleepaway Camp 07:06 5. Humongous 04:55 6. The Outing 05:49 7. Killer Party 03:11 8. Intruder 06:08

Release date: October 31st, 2024 via @chaosrecs

@summoningdeath

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night time in Cancún 🤍🇲🇽

[petitmonde]

Surprise (Halldoll)

For @slutnali, I hope you're having a good day. I know you didn't ask for this. Halldoll, for your needs.

"[H]allo," Nicky yawned her greeting, eyes half open as the light from her phone blinded her. The night light barely helped with the stark contrast between the blue of the screen and the darkness of the room. "Do you realise what time it is?"

"Is it a bad time?" Jaida asked.

Ever since Nicky's move back to France, Jaida's calls had grown more frequent. What had once been a rare occurrence became a staple in their routine. Calling for everything big and small, at any hour of the day, and sometimes even multiple times a day.

It made Nicky miss her friend's presence more than ever. Hanging up was never on the table, no matter the time of day or the urgency of the news. Simply hearing Jaida's excited voice made her day better.

"No, no. Not at all. What's up?"

Nicky propped herself against the headboard, sitting upright against the soft pillows. The angry red numbers on her clock read 2:45 am.

"You still live at the address you sent me, right? You're not on a business trip or whatever?"

An odd question at an odd hour.

"I sent you a card. Did you get it? It's from the trip I went on with the others last week to Cancún." Jaida spoke fast, not letting Nicky get a word in. "France still gets mail, right? It should have arrived by now, Jackie said it would. So that's why I'm calling."

"To check if I've gotten your letter?"

"To check if you've gotten my letter," Jaida confirmed. "It's important."

"Yes, I'm still at home. No, I haven't gotten any mail."

Nicky could hear a sigh on the other end of the line. Of relief, maybe?

"Good. Good. Now let me in."

"Uh, what?"

"Surprise, bitch. I'm here. Did you really think I'd miss your birthday?"

[totaldramacruisecontrol]

Last Time On Total Drama Cruise Control: A Ri-DON-culous Clubbing Experience

CHALLENGE 14: Cancún, Mexico The sun sets over the boat, splashing the sky with a beautiful assortment of colors. The boat bellows, ready to dock. “Hello Contestants! Lovely night we’re having. Can you believe that our South America part of the tour is ending? Yep, no more beach resorts after this. Going to miss it….” Chris sighs, looking up to the sunset skies. “How are we all dealing merged? Can you believe it that more than half of you are gone? Crazy.” “Anyways enough about that, let's get ready for our next challenge. Our final location of the South Americas Tour is the beautiful…Cancún!” The cruise docked on a busy port, the night life just started to come alive, tourists and locals in nightclub outfits looked up at the boat in awe.

“Now, our challenge is another jet ski race Contestants! First part of the race, you will all run to the nearby dock and grab a jet ski parked waiting for you, then you will…." Chris sees something in the distance, he squints. It's hard to tell what he's looking at. Suddenly his eyes widen and his mouth drops in disbelief.

“HOLD IT,” he shouts, very out of character of him, he is looking at a yacht, a rather impressive, large one. “He’s here?! Now?!” Chris throws his head back and groans loudly. “Oh no. Oh noooo. And while I’m with Chef-” Chef’s brow furrows. He gives Chris a stern look.

“NOTHING. NOTHING BABE. Here….” Chris pulls him in, whispering something and handing him what looks like a credit card. You watch Chef’s eyes widen. “…Whatever you want. It’s all on me.” Chef grumbles and shoves the card in his pocket. “...” Chris waits until Chef leaves, then he speaks in a low whisper, almost a hiss. “...My ex is here, That’s his yacht on the docks. I just know it. He really thinks he can just show up, while I’m working? He thinks I’ll just let that slide? New challenge. Forget the jet skis. I bet you he’s at the nightclub, I want you all to go in as bartenders and get some information on him. I want to see just how miserable he is without me. Well. I already know he is, look at that yacht. It’s not even the newest model.” he scoffs. “He has so fallen off. Whoever can get me the best information without getting caught wins immunity. He cannot know that I’m here, and you are all my contestants. Got it? Anyone who spills the beans to him is automatically eliminated! That's final. I'll eliminate you! I'll eliminate your friend! I'll cancel the whole show!"

Everyone gets into uniform! It's clubbing time! The nightclub was pumping. People from all over were socializing and dancing. Chris was in…a disguise for some reason? AKA just a fake beard and glasses. “There he is.” he whispers, pointing at a man sitting alone at the bar. “Do not blow my cover. Remember a million dollars is on the line.” Chris fades into the crowd… ------------------------------------------------------------------------

WAYNE'S TURN!

"…..Can I help you?"

“Huh? N-Nuh Nuh Nuh! How can I help YOU?!”

This is the guy. Stick the landing, Gretzky!

“Any drinks?! We’ve got everything…except cabbage drinks. Looks like we ran out, bro…you look familiar. Kinda like a fancy celeb. You should be on TV.”

Wayne, from the corner of you eye you see Chris peek up from the crowd. He is making gestures you don't really understand…. "Heh….thanks. I get that a lot…." Don smiles at the man. "Hey, can I get some water? I have a feeling I'll be here for a while…" Don does pause to look at the man. "….do I know you from somewhere? Now that you mention TV…"

“Oh I….uh, I wish! B-But nope! Just a usual bar boy! I-I watch alot of TV though! Lemme show ya!”

Wayne has juggled hockey pucks before. He can do it with glasses. He tosses the cup in the air and gives a few juggles before it lands on the coaster…on its side.

“Hehe…eh, sorry! Bartenter, not juggler. Easy mistake. Sooooo, how’s the Cancun life treatin’ ya? Here with friends?”

He lifts the cup and quickly pours water in.

The drink splashes a little of Don. You see his eyelid twitch...but he quickly laughs it off. "Oh, I'm just here to relax. I'm actually writing another Season of my show. Ever watched Ridonculous Race? I'm the host." He takes the water and sips on it. "Friends? Nope! Just me. Though, I did see a cruise dock. The Christine? Hm."

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RAJ'S TURN!

…..Don is tapping on his empty glass, he sighs slightly. "Christine…..Christine…..* He looks up and huh. A new bartender already? "Hello Sir, could I get a Old Fashioned?"

“An Old Fashioned, eh?”

What is an Old Fashioned???

Raj is freaking nervous dude.

“Uhh…sure! Yeah! I can do that! That is a thing I can do! Because I am a bartender!”

Nailed it. Awesome. Now how do you make an Old Fashioned…?

"….." "I know you. You were on Total Drama, weren't you?" His eyes narrowed. "…I didn't think you were the drinking type, but I guess TV doesn't always reflect reality…" Chris is in the crowd; he makes a chopping motion with his neck! Retreat Raj! Retreat!!!!

“Oh, uh, haha! Look at the time! My shift is over! Have a good night, bro- I mean, sir!”

Raj is out of there. He’s freaking gone.

"….alright."

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LIGHTNING'S TURN!

"…..some guy, huh?"

"Yeah, what can I get ya?"

"Wait." Don puts his hands up. "Wait Wait wait. Are you. Lightning? The Lightning! Your dad!"

Lightning sunk. "Yeah… that's me, just taking on a bartender job for the fun of it!"

"Kid. We go wayyyyy back. Your dad and I watched the Super Bowl together, and talk about electricity! That man knows his stuff huh?" Wait a second. "…..Oh God. I am. So sorry. I should've known. You. And. Um. The Lightning." Chris is waving his hands frantically at him from the crowd. Lightning don't! Just go back!

"Oh, it's okay, I know you were only talking smack."

"Yeah. Hm." He faked a cough. "Good talk kid."

"Well, you have a nice night, I uh… gotta help these folks over there." Lightning smiled and waved Don goodbye.

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HAROLD'S TURN!

"Christine……Lightning….." Don taps on his drink. "Hey, can I get a Old Fashioned? The last bartender um. Didn't get me my drink."

"Who's Christine? She get hit by lightning? Sad."

He doesn't know how to make conversation with someone as a bartender.

"Sure thing. One coming right up."

Ummm. Ummm. What is an Old Fashioned. Is it a drink for old fashioned people? What do old fashioned people drink? Help.

"Uh huh……" He fidgets with his drink. "Hey Pal, some advice. Use more pins on your wig. I can tell it's you, Harold."

"What the heck!" Harold can't take this stupid baka life anymore.

"It's cool you know who I am, though. Did you think I was robbed on Action? Because I did. I was so freaking robbed."

"Uh huh. Sure. You could say that." "…is Chris here?" Chris frantically chops at his throat with his hand again. RETREAT HAROLD RETREAT!

"No, he freaking abandoned us. Wait I see someone with pins. I need them for my wig. Sorry I gotta go. Byeeee I literally was robbed though byeeeee."

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JO'S TURN!

"....Hey." Don is looking somewhat inpatient. "Old Fashioned? Please?"

Jo quickly turns around so he can’t figure her out, and starts rummaging for ingredients. Okay, info time.

“Not enjoying your vacation?”

".....You know what? Not really. Got a lot on my mind lately." Chris is giving you a thumbs up from the crowd! "Christine.....a boat named Christine....God. I shouldn't be thinking about him."

“Ships got weird names sometimes. And they’re named after women a lot of the time. Coulda sworn I saw a Gertrude pass through earlier.” Jo passes the finished drink over to Don, garnishing it with a maraschino cherry. Hm. Seems he’s talking about Chris. “Who’s your mind on?”

"I shouldn't be telling you this but...." He takes a sip of his drink. Ough. That's good. "....My ex sent me a text a few nights ago. I could totally tell he was drunk." "I don't know how that makes me feel. We broke up years ago. I thought we both moved on." Chris.....his eyes widen. He shakes his head no, chopping at his throat. NONONONONONONO JO GO BACK NONONONONO

Oh my god. LMFAO. Jo can’t hold back laughter, chuckling as she steps away from the bar. “Don’t go back.”

"....huh?"

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ALEJANDRO'S TURN!

".....Another Bartender?" "Oh, hello. Short shifts tonight huh?"

Alejandro gives the man a nod. He has not seen Ridonculous Race. "Sadly, we are. It's quite sad. What can I get for you?

Don looks at the man... "...You're the kid from the volcano. Aren't you?" "God. Chris can be so heartless. I can't believe we dated-" He cuts himself off. "I'm sorry Kid. I shouldn't had said anything. It's just..."

"Ah, yes. I am. Most people recognize me from that. But I have moved on from that." He shrugs. He hasn't, but people love to ask questions, so he's used to it. "Ah, I'm not going to push for details," He adds on. "I'm here to make you a drink, yes? No need to talk about the past. Or... is it troubling you?"

"My condolences…." He mutters, gripping his drink. "…Yeah. You're right. Something is troubling me. My apologies for dumping my woes on you. It's just. My ex is….a lot." He sighs. "He makes you feel like a million dollars. Anything you could dream of wanting, and he'll buy you ten of them. It's great, it's exciting. But….." "…he doesn't love. He wouldn't hold your hand. He never called me handsome. He never bought me roses." Chris is losing his mind. He is waving, mouthing to Alejandro "GO BACK" some club goers look at him with confusion.

"Ah, I do not know who your ex is, for I do not know who you are, but you truly are deserving of much more than him," Alejandro says.

"It's better that you left him. He couldn't love you for you. There are better people waiting for you, I'm sure of it."

Ever so slightly, Alejandro eyes Chris.

"It was nice talking to you, but my shift has ended. I do hope you find the one that will love you for you. It's worth it."

"….Yeah. See you later." Don looks deep in thought….

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MK'S TURN!

"I don't know.....I don't know...." he mused.

Ah yes, none other than Don. MK was cleaning a glass, trying to look like a real bartender. “Need a refill?”

"Yeah. Thank you." Don goes quiet.... then he speaks. "A lot of Bartenders tonight, huh?"

MK tries to figure out what he’s drinking. Ah yes, the typical old man drink. She gets to work replicating it. “Yeah, we’re training some new hires. I’m sorry if they’ve caused any inconveniences.” She sets the new drink down in front of him.

"It's alright. I don't mind." He takes a sip. Mmm, tasty. "I mean....I don't get it! No contact for years, then all the sudden a "I miss you" text at 3am? What does that mean? He wouldn't even look at me when we were in the production room together!"

MK goes to clean some more glasses, trying to look like she actually works there. “Are you doing alright, sir? Seems like you got a lot on your mind.”

"I miss him." Don downs his drink. "I know I shouldn't but man, I miss his smile. His soft black hair, everything." "....But its not meant to be. I saw the way he looks at his cohost. He loves that man. And....that's not me. I should be ok with it."

“Ah yes, the out of nowhere 3 am text,” MK says with a knowing nod, “I’ve been through that situation before.” She hasn’t. “Well, you guys broke up for a reason, didn’t you? Was it because of the cohost? Look, if he’s got this other guy and is still texting you that nonsense, it sounds like you’re better off without him.” She looks back at the drink he just downed, “Need a refresher?”

"It sucks, doesn't it?" He twirls the empty glass. "We broke up not because of the cohost. But because.....um." Oh fuck it. "We were writing a show together. Contestants were put in groups of two and had to do challenges and travel the world! I called it, The Ridonculous Race! Chris was helping me write the challenges and....they were way too harsh." We were going to do an episode that was truth or dare. I don't remember where, but he had collected information on my contestants. Very. Personal information. I was uncomfortable with it at first but he convinced me he would take it seriously. I don't know why I did it, but I wrote something too." Don nods at the idea of the refresher. "Chris was reading them, laughing at each and every one. Some people wrote their hearts out. I wrote my heart out. I wrote......I wrote...." "....forget the TV business. Let's get married." Don sniffled. "Chris thought it was a prank and laughed, saying "who is stupid enough to throw away fame for love!" ....WHAT? Chris waved his hands in the air. MKMKMKMKMKMK TIME TO GO

MK nodded along as the man recounted his story. She noticed Chris’s gestures… oh buddy boy. She put down her glass and looked at her wrist. “Damn, looks like my shift’s up. I’m sorry to hear that man. I’m sure you’re better off without him.” She heads off. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

AMY'S TURN!

Don is looking rough, three drinks in and only one cup of water…..he looked flushed. "Mmmm….drink please."

Don. Ough. He's in rough shape. Amy pours him some freaking water.

"Hey… you." She slides the drink over. "Why the long face?" She places a lemon wedge on the rim of the glass. Fancy!

"I just don't get it! Why did he laugh at me? He had to know it was me!" He looked like he was holding back tears.... "That man. He knows how to reel you in, then rip your heart out! I say good! Good that he found someone else!"

"Yeah," Amy scoffs. "Men, am I right?" Chris Mclean what did you do to Don Total Drama. "You should tell me more; I'll get you another drink."

"He then goes no contact for years, then suddenly a "I miss you" text? What am I supposed to do?! Not respond? Not feel anything? I miss him! I can't tell him that!"

"Don't text him back, don't call him, delete his freaking contact. You're on vacation in Cancun—you should be partying and drinking and flirting. You should forget about him; he sounds like he sucks. Whiskey?"

".....yes please"

Amy pours him a freaking whiskey lalalala. then she leaves ------------------------------------------------------------------------

RIPPER'S TURN!

....and Don is crying. "Damn it...it's never good to cry at a bar..."

Ripper notices Don and tilts his head. Oh, hey, I remember that guy! He’s from the spin-off! He must be the guy Chris was talking about. Lucky me, I make an amazing bar tender because I know how to keep a conversation going. People love a chatty bar tender, right?! He leans onto the bar with a stupid grin, and before he can say anything, he promptly burps in Don’s face. He didn’t mean to do that.

Ripper burps in his face, and he suddenly stands up, his hands on the counter. "Ugh! Can't a man cry in peace!?" He wipes his face with his sleeve, straightening out his suit.

“I WAS JUST- AND THEN- when the- and the thing-“ Ripper waves his hands and shakes his head. This is going terribly.

"Please. Just. Stop talking." He groaned. PERFECT! "And that's the challenge!" Chris walks up to Ripper, putting a firm hand on his shoulder. "Good job! The burp really sealed the deal!" "....Chris?!"

Ripper grins. Maybe I won, he thinks. “THANKS, CHRIS!” He salutes Chris and scurries off. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Chris.....was this.....seriously one of your challenges?"

"No. Jet ski racing was my challenge. Then I saw your pathetic little yacht and changed it. And man. Was that a good idea." He points to the side of his head. "Gotta think on your toes, Donny." "I can't believe you! You always do this! Always!" He jabs a finger at the man. "You heard everything I said about you huh. Do you think it's still funny? At least answer me!"

"No. No I didn't know it was you." Chris moves the finger out if his face, emotionless. "But now that I do know......" "...yeah. It's still funny."

Don takes a step back, eyes widen. He is hiding tears. ".....Everything is a game to you, isn't it?!" He hissed. "Every little emotion, every secret, nothing is too low for you Chris McLean! Nothing!"

"....and that's why they pay me the big bucks, and you get the spinoffs." He shrugged. "Whatever. I probably would've married you. Though seeing your taste in jewelry...the rock probably wouldn't be my style." “Chris.” Chef’s here, and those last sentences did not go unheard. “Do you wanna say that again?” "...." "..." "Chef," Chris approached the man, trying to snake his arm around him. "You know how it is, people say stupid stuff on TV all the time. It happens to the best of us." "...Like when you texted me. That was a TV blooper, wasn't it." “Is that your excuse?” … “Chris, do you think I’m stupid? Do you take me for an ignorant man? Is that it?” Chef puts a hand on Chris’s shoulder, a stern look on his face. “We are talking about this. Tonight. Now.” "No! No, no! I was just. Doing my thing! Making the people back at home happy! Stirring up some drama! Cmon Chef, you know I would never leave you for him! it was just a stupid text! I was drunk! Cmon, we've all been there." Chris leans in the whisper to him "Can we save it for after the Elimination?" Don balls his hands into fists. "You know. Your contestants kept telling me to leave you, cut contact with you, I could do better." He looks pointedly at Chef. "I think someone else should take that advice. Good game Chris. Hope it was worth it." Don pushes by the two. "Buh Bye Donny! By the way, your yacht is soooooo out of style!" Chris nudges Chef. "Eh? Ehhhh?" “I said now, Chris. Don’t get smart with me. I’m not letting this simmer.”

Chris's smile drops. "Uh. Fine. Let's make it quick." He looks at all the contestants. "Um. I'll be right back. Feel free to enjoy Cancun." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chris appears...he's smiling. But his voice is much quieter. A subtle lack of oomph to it. "Hello contestants." "Welcome to...elimination. The winner of the Cancun challenge is......Amy." Chris pauses for a split second. "Yay. Amy. You will get your keys when the ceremony is over. You will also get to choose Ale-someone of your choice to join you on the luxury floor." ......uh. Chef isn't here to give out the mocktails. A intern stands in his place, visibly uncomfortable. "Let's get this over with." ------------------------------------------------------------------------

ELIMINATION:

It was Lightning who was served the Mocktail of Misery and walked the Plank of Shame.

"Your trip ends here. See ya." The intern tries to hand Lightning the bubbling green mocktail, but is distracted by something, his eyes catch something, and he rushes over to Chris, whispering something frantically in his ear. "…What?" Chris and the intern walk over the side of the boat, and Chris leans over. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" Over the Boat's name, someone spray painted the words CHEATER over it. "FORGET IT! I'm going back to my cabin. Say bye to Lightning or whatever."

Lightning looks at Wayne. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. "You know... I've been thinking about getting myself better and... I'm still sorry I blew it...Dude, just keep on fighting, and make sure you and your pals sha-strike hard!" He smirks at Wayne, he then eyes at Raj and Ripper, then Harold. Lightning walks the plank and does a fun dive. "Come on, Waddles!" "Squeeeeee!" Waddles, Lightning's pig, runs after him and dives. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

>Bowie is in Cancun. He talks to Ripper, Wayne, and Amy. He gives Ripper his phone number. >Ripper and Wayne prank Raj with frozen cereal and then give him cake as an apology. >Ripper, Wayne, and Raj sneak into Chris’ room to break and steal his stuff. >Raj and Bowie have a date at a restaurant together. >Alejandro, Amy, and Jo make final four plans. (Courtney included.) >Alejandro and Amy visit a food stall together and discuss future plans as well as how pathetic they find Trent to be. >Wayne and Raj visit the post office to send letters and talk about their current feelings, including the fact Wayne almost told Harold about Raj's fear of birds. >Jo revisits the club from the challenge so that she can speak to Anne Maria again. They talk about relationships and recall memories of their time on the show together. >Ripper and Wayne also revisit the club for a little date together. Geoff serves them and happens to own the place. >Harold finds Ripper on the beach. They get ugly popsicles together and Ripper finds out that Harold has the ability to turn into a rat. >Wayne runs into Sierra in a seafood restaurant. She rambles a little about Rippayne, but even more about the game and it's past. Wayne's never seen the show, so she takes the opportunity to tell him all about it. >Wayne and MK have a chat in the arcade. MK scams Wayne with a slot machine. She and Jo are sharing the profits. >Lightning was packing his bags in the cabin shortly before he is eliminated because he had a feeling he was leaving. Harold tries to talk to him about his feelings and stuff. >Alejandro won a bucket of lava in the crane machine. Raj almost dips his hand in it because he thinks it’s soup. They talk about trauma and their personal phobias. They try to use ice cubes to cool the lava off (Raj’s idea) before Alejandro suggests that they just dump it overboard and get it over with.

[alrightbuckaroo]

Nice Ask Week! Ada, I have 2 questions for you. First, you’re given an all-expenses paid week long vacation to the location of your choice. The only catch is that you have to spend it with one of the Lone Star characters. Who do you take on vacation with you and where do you go?

Second, you are given three wishes from a very specialized genie…this genie only grants wishes related to Lone Star season 5. What three wishes do you make?

Hello Anne! Oh, how I love both of theses questions!

For one, Nancy and I are going to become a problem in Cancún. It might be due to my head-canon, but I've written Nancy as a bubbly drunk who's a little giggly so I think we'd have a blast just hanging out and drinking mai-tais.

For two, I don't know where to start.

I don't know if this is an unpopular opinion; but I'd love for conflict to remain a constant between Carlos and TK. Not because I like seeing them "fight" or "argue" but I think it's such a good vehicle to show growth for both of them. Maybe it's over something like house hunting, or if they want to add another pet into the mix.

Second thing I'd like to see is another game night, but maybe have it be more plot point. I don't know, I'd love to see another episode where, for some reason, Paul is trying to solve a murder and the realization spawns during a game of Clue.

He'll say something like, "Oh my gosh, it was Mr. Kettering in the Plant Nursery."

and everyone trying to find where the Plant Nursery is on the board or when a character caller Mr. Kettering was introduced to the game.

Third and final thing, and I say this to myself all the time; but I'd love to see if not all, if not some, maybe just one character go to therapy throughout the course of the season.

In a perfect life, I'd love an episode that's just all of them going to therapy after a harrowing emergency.

Kind of like a bottle episode, but with everyone just in a therapist's office. Maybe a great episode that could explore everyone's trials and tribulations with grief since everyone's lost someone in some way.

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Cruel Summer | Simbar Fic

-*Simón and Ámbar spent the summer in Cancún after the Roda Fest— That much is known. What no one knows is what happened during that summer.

This is a could've been. A glimpse into a moment lost in time.*-

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New year, new multichapter! Hello, everyone. This is a project I've been working on for about three years now and I've finally decided to share it. It'll be four or five chapters, they're already drafted and halfway done, so I'll be posting this story along with Roads That Cross whenever I have the time. I'm hoping I can post all of it by the end of this year, 2023. Fingers crossed! Without further ado, I leave you with chapter 1. Hope you like it. — ☾

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1. Fever dream high in the quiet of the night…

The sea breeze was hitting Simón's face as he walked down the beach. The sun had set recently, turning the clear, turquoise color of the water in Cancún into a dark blue. It was probably time he returned home, he thought. But the salty scent, the softness of the sand under his feet; all of it was like a part of him and it made him feel whole.

He needed that feeling.

He had lost count of the number of times he had volunteered to take the dog out for a walk these past days just so he could breathe in the sea. It was nice, but it always ended the same way.

With a sigh, Simón rubbed the sand off his feet and put on the shoes he had been carrying in his hands. Staying here until late wasn't going to help. If it could, it would've done so by now.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts and gave one last long look at the waves, willing their sound to drown his thoughts. He was turning around to leave when he caught sight of something. No, not something— Someone.

The skip of his heart wasn't something he could help or control. It had followed him around all summer, every time she was even mentioned, every time some seller by the coast offered handcrafted jewelry made of the semi-precious stone.

Ámbar.

Seeing her was a rare occurrence these days, and so much worse than just having to deal with the memories in his mind. She was walking in his direction, her gaze down, focused on how the breaking waves skirted close to her sandals and then retreated, never touching. Much of her skin was bare, covered only by a bikini as black as the night sky and short denim shorts. Her blond hair was loose and fluttering wildly from the wind. Her hand reached up to move it out of her face, and Simón remembered when it was him who did that.

That was then. Now was now.

When she saw him, she stopped in her tracks, clearly as taken aback as him. They looked at each other for a moment, then she turned to face the sea, her back straight, chin high. Her whole posture sent the message to just ignore her and keep going on his way.

Simón wanted to do just that ever since the moment he caught a glimpse of her. After all, they had managed to avoid each other for weeks now— They could keep doing it. But something pushed him to come closer instead. Maybe the exact same part of him that wanted to flee.

When he stood next to her, she made no sign of sensing his presence. He watched her profile, her gaze stubbornly fixed on the horizon.

"You shouldn't be here alone this late."

His words were only met with stoic silence.

His eyes stared at her on their own accord. There was a lot of exposed skin he wasn't used to seeing; he tried to ignore that. What he could not ignore, however, were the goosebumps on her arms—And everywhere he looked, now that he was paying attention. Being in the tropic, Cancún was always warm, but in winter, at night, and right next to the sea breeze, the temperature was as low as it could be.

"You look cold," he told her, but got no response. "Do you want my hoodie?" He offered, bringing his hands to its open front to take it off.

"No," Ámbar spat.

It was the first word she had said to him in weeks.

Simón hesitated, seeing small shivers in her body. "But the wind is blowing strong and you're—"

"What the fuck do you care?"

Her snap made him startle. His chest hurt— A quick pain that just as quickly turned bitter. He shouldn't be surprised. This wasn't the Ámbar he'd spent afternoons skating and talking with. This wasn't the sweet person he thought he knew. And even if she was, even if any of it was real, it was all too wrapped up in lies and revenges and heartbreak for it to mean anything positive in his life.

God, what am I doing?

Simón clenched his jaw, smoothing his expression; he refused to keep looking like a fool. "You know what? You're right. Forget it."

He turned around, stomping through the sand in the direction of his house. He looked back after a moment, expecting to see her walking away as well, but she was still there, staring at the waves.

Who the hell cares. I try to be nice and she barks at me. Serves her right.

Simón kept walking. He could see some people far ahead walking along the beach too, apparently a family. He heard some loud voices and laughs to his right, coming from one of the shops on the sidewalk. It sounded like a group of guys, either drunk or getting there. He couldn't tell from this distance if they were locals or tourists.

He looked back again. Ámbar was still where he left her, except sitting on the sand now.

Her house is not that far, she can walk. Not a big deal.

He walked a little more. Stopped. Turned.

Ámbar was curled up in the sand, her legs up to her chin as she hugged them. Even from this far he could tell she was shaking.

Oh god freaking damn it.

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One second Ámbar was looking at the waves touching the shore, and the next, she felt a material crash and drape over her right side, momentarily blinding her as some of it covered her face.

"You can throw it in the trash later if you hate it so much, but don't freeze to death."

By the time she pulled the fabric out of her eyes, confirming it was indeed Simón's pale yellow hoodie, he had already turned and was walking away to where he came from.

A fire, dark and feral, burned in Ámbar's chest. That was what he always did— Turn his back to her.

She crumpled the hoodie into a ball and threw it at him. It hit his back before falling to the sand.

"I don't want anything from you."

Simón turned around like a storm.

"Why are you being so damn difficult?" He exclaimed, picking up the spurned hoodie from the sand. "I'm trying to be nice here, even though I have no reason to be, and you still reject my help!"

Ámbar stood with her arms crossed in front of her chest, staring him down. A small, mirthless smile graced her lips. "Sorry, that's just how we people full of hate are. Nothing personal."

Simón felt a jab in his heart at hearing his words thrown back at him. Guilt, regret, sadness— All three hit him like a slap, but he squished the sensation. He was not the one who did things wrong. He was not the one who lied. He was not the one constantly looking for ways to hurt someone— Like she was doing right now, telling him this just to make him feel guilty, to make him feel even more miserable than he already was.

He rubbed a hand down his face.

"Just put it on, okay?" He asked her, extending her the hoodie.

"No. Leave me alone."

Simón took a deep breath.

"Ámbar, you're freezing, and you're barely wearing anything more than a swimsuit, at night, alone, in a foreign country," he stated pointedly, appealing to her good judgment. "The walk to your house is still many minutes long, and it doesn't look like you have any money on you or your phone to call a car— Which, by the way, is very irresponsible of you. Now, do you want to die of hypothermia just to prove a point, or are you going to take my hoodie and live to hate me another day?"

Ámbar looked at the hoodie for a moment. Then she turned her head toward the waves, her murmur barely audible over their sound.

"What if I rather freeze?"

Simón did a double take. She can't be serious.

"I'll put it on by force if I have to— Why are you being like this?!" He demanded, no longer able to contain his frustration.

"Why are you being like this?!" Ámbar volleyed back, bringing her fuming gaze back to him. "You don't care about me, you made it very clear that you hate me, so why are you insisting so much?"

"Maybe because I have a heart and I can't just see someone like this and do nothing?"

"I don't want your pity," she seethed.

Ámbar passed by him and began to walk towards the sidewalk. She had seen enough pity in the eyes of everyone in the last few days—

'We're sorry that Sharon lied to you like that.'

'Luna might be Sol, but you're still my granddaughter.'

—She didn't need any more of that; especially from him.

Deep down, she knew she was being unreasonable. That the mature thing to do would be to just accept the damn hoodie and carry on with her life. But she had this instinct— this need— to preserve the last shred of dignity she still had left. After the way the two of them had left things, Ámbar wanted him gone from her life, she wanted him as far from her as possible.

It wasn't that cold. She'd probably warm up if she jogged a little or something. She just had to get away from the sea breeze. From him. Very far from him until it didn't hurt anymore.

But no, of course he wouldn't give her that. She could hear his footsteps on the sand as he followed her, probably eager to deepen some wound, just as he had to go gloat in front of her after Luna won the Glass Skate.

And then people said she was the cruel one. That she was insensitive.

Fuck them and fuck him.

Simón tried to call out to Ámbar, but she kept walking away from him, acting as if she didn't hear him.

Just let her go, a part of him said. It's not your problem, you tried, if anything happens, it'll be her fault.

He couldn't. He couldn't let anything happen, he couldn't let her go.

"Ámbar, please! I—" Simón stopped and squeezed his eyes shut, cursing himself inside. "It's not pity, I'm just... an idiot."

Some steps ahead, Ámbar stopped in her tracks, gathering she hadn't heard that right. She turned slowly and looked at him with a frown.

"What?"

Simón seemed reluctant to meet her gaze, reluctant to even speak further, but he let out a sigh and did.

"I'm stupid. I really, really am because, you lied to me, you broke my heart— By all means, I should hate you, but... I still care about you."

Ámbar was sure this time around that she had heard him wrong. He couldn't really mean that. But the way he averted his gaze, as if embarrassed, said otherwise.

She was stunned.

"So, as you can see, I'm the biggest idiot on this planet," he said dejectedly. "Now, can you please just put the hoodie on?"

Simón extended his hand with his eyes lowered. He wanted to save himself the humiliation of seeing the smugness on her face after what he had just confessed. He hated himself for it. He hated to give her that satisfaction, but he couldn't help the way he felt, and he had given up trying. Simón had spent all these days in Cancún trying not to think about her and it hadn't worked. So, he had just accepted the fact that he was pathetic and carried on with his life.

Honestly, the whole current situation was pathetic. Ámbar was the one with the problem and yet, somehow, he was the one begging her to let him help.

He could almost hate her for it. Except, as he had already established, he wasn't capable of it.

If she rejected his help this time too though, that was it, he wasn't going to insist anymore. He had at least some pride and self-love left. He could maybe call Miguel or something to send a car here so he could make sure Ámbar would be okay without getting involved any further. In fact, that was probably what he should've done from the beginning instead of walking back here and following her around. Why was he even—

She took it. Ámbar took the hoodie.

Simón looked up.

Ámbar slid her arms inside the hoodie, feeling his eyes on her. She pulled the zipper up to her chin and dug her frozen hands into the pockets.

The first thing she noticed was the warmth. Her body sighed as the fabric enveloped her, automatically feeling better. The second thing she noticed was that it smelled like Simón. It was quite obvious it would, he had been wearing it, but somehow, having his scent envelop her after so long of not smelling it at all was as big a shock to her system as the warmth against her cold body.

"Thank you," she said, sinking as much as possible under the soft cotton. It was the least she could say, and the only thing she felt comfortable saying.

Simón observed her. The hoodie looked big on Ámbar, the sleeves drowning her hands and the length falling down to her thighs. It was just long enough to cover the shorts she was wearing, making it look as if she had nothing underneath.

His treacherous heart jumped against his ribcage. He shouldn't be looking at her that way. Seeing her in his clothes shouldn't please him so much.

Simón gulped and nodded slowly. "You're welcome."

Ámbar crossed her arms to hug herself against the cold, and the movement drew his attention to her chest. He turned away quickly.

"Come on, I'll walk you to your house," he said, and if his voice sounded a tiny bit different, lower than a moment ago, he counted on the sea sounds to cover it.

Simón was aware that he had changed rather drastically his original plan of just handing her the hoodie and then lettling her walk back alone, aware that he was setting himself up for a big chunk of awkwardness because of it, but after taking one good look of Ámbar, there was no way he could leave her alone. The hoodie was a solution for one problem but there was another. If his mind had wandered seeing her like this, he knew others' would too, and there was no way in hell he was going to let Ámbar walk alone at night for some depraved man to harass her or worse— Simón would rather die.

(He might die, if he later found out that something like that happened and he let it.)

"I don't wanna go there."

Ámbar's voice snapped him out of his grim thoughts. Halting in his step, Simón spun around to find that, true to her word, Ámbar hadn't moved from her previous spot on the beach.

He frowned at her reluctance. "Why not?"

She averted her gaze. "I just don't."

That wasn't an answer, but Simón guessed he had no right to push, so he just went along with it.

"Do you have anywhere else to stay?"

Ámbar considered it. "Emilia could take me in."

Simón's face contorted in disbelief. "Emilia? Are you really that close to that girl now?"

"No, but I prefer her."

Why?

Simón wanted to ask but he suspected Ámbar wouldn't answer. He didn't like the idea of Ámbar hanging out with that girl. Didn't like it at all.

But that doesn't concern you. Not anymore.

"Well, where does she live?" He asked instead, swallowing his unease.

Ámbar seemed to think about it. "I'm not sure," she admitted reluctantly. "I think I'd recognize the general area if I saw it, but I have no idea where that is."

"Well, do you know her number? We can call her from my phone," he offered.

"I don't know it by memory, I need my phone."

"Okay, and where's your phone?"

"...At the house."

Simón let out an exasperated sigh. "Let's go to your house then."

He started walking again, just as he had one minute ago. Thankfully, Ámbar didn't protest this time and just followed along, walking slightly behind him.

"Why did you leave all your stuff there anyway?" Simón asked after a moment. It wasn't only dangerous but also didn't sound like her at all.

"I kinda left in a hurry and forgot to grab my things," Ámbar replied. "I wasn't supposed to walk that far either, I just lost track of time."

Their footsteps on the sand filled the silence that followed, along with some faraway voices of people in the city.

"Why didn't you go back to get your things?" Simón asked next. "Why do you still don't want to go back? It's your house."

"Summer house."

"Same thing."

Ámbar didn't say anything. She kept staring ahead, avoiding Simón's gaze, and for a long minute, they just walked like that, in silence. She clearly didn't want to answer his questions. She refused to open up to him at all.

Simón couldn't blame her; he felt the same way. It was totally understandable after everything that had happened between them. And he should've been okay with that. He should've been able to just leave it alone.

But...

Simón stopped in front of Ámbar and turned to face her, forcing her to a halt.

"Okay." He offered her his hand. "Truce."

Ámbar looked at him confusedly.

"What?"

"I said 'Truce'. I forget for the rest of our walk how you lied to me, and you forget for the rest of our walk how mad you are at me. Deal?"

Ámbar stared at him and his outstretched hand long and hard. The expression on her face showed what both of them knew— That they couldn't forget, not really. What had transpired between them had left a mark on both of them that wasn't easy to ignore. She looked at him with apprehension, seemingly trying to figure out his angle, what his objective was, what he wanted to gain from a deal like this.

Simón wished there were anything to be gained. He wished that this idea was in any way or form good for him, that he had been strong enough to convince himself to stay away.

But he was worried. Unrest in his chest, knot in his gut worried. Against all his better judgment and the bitter part of him that claimed whatever was going on with her served her right— His need to do something about it was stronger.

He had already let that petty part of him win once, when he went to see her in the dressing room after the Roda Fest. He thought he'd feel better after that. He didn't. He thought if he did the complete opposite of comforting her, his first instinct upon seeing her downcast, before he remembered why she deserved to feel that way, he'd finally be able to drown that urge once and for all. Yank it out of his chest like weeds.

He couldn't.

Ámbar, faced with this nonsensical offer, wanted to laugh scornfully at Simón's face. You want me to forget how you told me to go fuck myself? She wanted to bark. You want me to forget how I humiliated myself for you, begging for you to stay, and you didn't care at all?

But he looked honest. He really seemed willing to push everything aside for a moment and Ámbar didn't understand why. If I hurt him so much, why is he doing this?

The truth of the matter was, even after everything, she never did understand him. She thought she did, but that illusion broke as easily and as fast as that dressing room's mirror, back at the Roda Fest.

With this truce he was basically asking her to trust him again, even if only for a short time. Could she do that? She didn't really want to. Scratch that— She definitely didn't want to. Last time had ended in disaster.

But if it meant that, for just some minutes, for just one moment, he would trust her again...

You're not the only one who's an idiot, Simón.

Slowly, Ámbar raised her hand to his.

"Well, since I'll have to put up with you anyway..." She said with detachment. She gave his hand the shortest of shakes, not wanting the touch to linger for too long. It would just be another thing she'd miss later if she let herself have it again.

With the deal made, the two of them resumed their walk. Simón spoke again in a gentle tone.

"Okay. Now, tell me, what's wrong with that house?" He asked her. His eyes were inviting as he looked at Ámbar. It was almost how he used to look at her before, when they were friends and he consoled her.

Were we ever just friends though?

Ámbar pushed the memories away. Nothing was as before anymore. It would never be like that again. All she could do was answer honestly. At least he deserved that much.

"There's nothing wrong with the house itself, it's the people in it."

Simón stopped short.

"If you're just going to complain about Luna, let me tell you right now that I won't—"

Ámbar rolled her eyes. "It's not just that!"

Great, they had lasted five seconds without fighting. Why did she think it would be any different?

"Not just that?" Simón volleyed back with indignation. "What has Luna even done to you?"

Ámbar raised her brows at him. "Do you want me to make a list?"

Simón tossed his hands up and started to walk again. "Enlighten me."

Ámbar put a finger up as she fell into step beside him. "First, she invaded my house."

"That was not her decision, she had to move with her parents," he countered quickly.

She put up a second finger. "Then, she invaded my school."

"Again, not her decision."

"Then, she stole my boyfriend."

"That—" Simón closed his mouth before starting again. "Matteo was the one who went after her."

Ámbar glared at him. "I'm quite aware of that fact, thank you for reminding me."

Simón winced. He could imagine it hadn't been nice to watch her boyfriend going after another girl. Matteo wasn't even subtle in his interest in Luna.

"It doesn't erase the fact that if she hadn't arrived, Matteo wouldn't have done that," Ámbar continued.

"Well, if anything, it shows the kind of person Matteo is, not Luna," Simón argued. "She only started dating him when you two had broken up for good."

"Yeah, yeah, she's a saint." Ámbar rolled her eyes and counted more. "She also invaded my rink, stole my spot on the team, brainwashed everyone so they would love her, invaded my stage—"

"Luna has loved rollerskating for as long as I've known her," Simón said. "Of course she was going to go to the Jam & Roller— that place was like paradise for her. And she needed a place like that if she was going to be in a completely different country with completely different people. It's not easy to just jump on a plane and start your life anew in a new place you've never known before, surrounded by strangers. So excuse her if she started making friends and participating in stuff. It was her way to fit in and get along with everyone. Otherwise, she would've been alone."

The bite in his voice gave Ámbar pause. Somehow, throughout his speech, she got the impression that Simón had stopped talking about just Luna. The tightness in his jaw, his shoulders, the way his eyes had focused on the road ahead instead of meeting her gaze... Yeah, this wasn't just about Luna.

Suddenly, it occurred to Ámbar that Simón had been pretty much in the same situation as Luna those few years ago. He had arrived in a new country and stayed at her house (albeit secretly), had started frequenting the Jam & Roller and joined her skating team... The only difference was that he hadn't enrolled in her school.

But while Luna had her parents, Simón didn't have anyone when he first came to Buenos Aires. Except Luna. Luna who chose Matteo.

Why hadn't she realized any of this before?

Because he never showed he was anything but alright.

Sure, everyone could see the kicked puppy eyes he threw Luna's way, but besides that heartbreak, Simón was always all smiles and excited energy.

Just how lonely had he been?

Simón turned his gaze back to Ámbar. Many seconds had passed and she still hadn't screamed at him to stop defending Luna or something of the sort as he had expected her to do. In fact, she wasn't saying anything. Their eyes met for an instant but she looked away quickly, setting her gaze on her feet as she remained quiet.

"What, that's it? That was your list?" He couldn't help but taunt her. Maybe it was bitter of him, but he was just so tired of Ámbar's bad blood with Luna, especially because Luna had never done anything to deserve it. Excluding the Matteo thing, all of Ámbar's reasons to hate her were so damn superficial Simón felt like shaking her. It was unfair and ridiculous.

"Or what are you gonna tell me now? That Luna made Tamara leave?" He said with irony when the silence continued. "That she brought Juliana to the Roller? She made winter colder? Made split ends appear in your hair?"

"She made my godmother leave."

Simón's feet came slowly to a stop. All humor and annoyance drained from him as he turned to watch her.

"Ámbar..."

"I know," she said, looking away. "You don't have to tell me."

She knew what her godmother had done was wrong and probably illegal. She didn't need to be reminded of that whole mess. She spent every day trying to forget how Sharon had left the country with barely a goodbye to her.

"Do you know where she is?" Simón asked after a pause, his tone gentle. It was mostly out of curiosity really, and because he could sense this was an important topic for Ámbar, a painful one.

"No," Ámbar replied. "She hasn't contacted me since. And even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you," she said curtly, her eyes fiery as they met his. "You would probably just run to tell the Valentes and they would call the cops on her to get her behind bars."

Simón swallowed the pang he felt in his chest seeing the distrust in her eyes. The spark of anger and the cloud of sorrow that followed it.

So this is what we've come to.

"Ámbar, I don't think they would do that," he replied, focusing on them instead of him, even when what he really wanted to say was that he wouldn't do that to her. She probably wouldn't believe him.

"No?" Ámbar questioned, raising her brows with apparent incredulity. "And what do you suppose they'd do? Sit down to have a nice quiet dinner with her and reminisce about old times?"

"Of course not," Simón replied, glaring slightly at her tone of irony. "What she did was wrong; she tried to keep Luna from finding out who she is, from reuniting with her grandfather and getting what's rightfully hers. But she's still family," he said. "I don't think Mr. Alfredo wishes her harm. I think he even misses her."

Ámbar snorted and averted her gaze. "No one in that house misses her."

Maybe Simón had gotten to know Ámbar more than he thought he had. Maybe she was just easy to read if you really tried at it. Because right then, just looking at her posture, at her crossed arms and the expression on her face, it was easy for him to know what she wasn't saying.

"You miss her. Don't you?"

Ámbar flinched and turned further away from him, facing the waves instead.

"I'm mad at her," she declared, her voice sharp and filled with resentment. "She lied to me. She told me I was Sol Benson, made me believe that, and then when everything came crashing down, she just ran away. She abandoned me."

And yet you still miss her.

Simón could relate to that. Missing something, someone, even though you know it's not good for you.

"... Well, what else could she do?" He said. "Aside from facing the consequences of her actions, of course. It's not like she could've taken you with her if she was going to be on the run."

"I would've gone with her," Ámbar said immediately.

That was what she had wanted. She wanted to be away from here, from Buenos Aires, from everything. She wanted to leave her past behind and start anew with her godmother some place else where there would be no Lunas, no Valentes, no heartbreaks. She had spent all these days in Cancún thinking that it would've been better if Sharon had just taken her with her.

Simón didn't seem to agree though.

"Ámbar, that's crazy!" He said, positively looking at her as if she had lost her mind. "You don't know what she would've done to you. You said it yourself, she lied to you about who you are! And you don't know where she would've taken you. Your whole life is here. Your family's here, your friends are here—"

"Family?" She turned to him. "Friends? I have no one, Simón!" The cracks inside of her grew bigger as that sad truth came out, the one that'd been hunting her for weeks. "My godmother abandoned me. Alfredo doesn't even know I exist anymore, ever since he found out that Luna is the real Sol Benson, he totally forgot about me. The Valentes aren't my family, Luna definitely isn't my family nor do I want her to be, and everyone who used to be my friend turned their backs on me."

"Well, that one was your fault, if you hadn't burned down the rink—"

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!!"

Simón flinched back, staring at her wide-eyed.

But Ámbar didn't care if she looked crazy, she didn't care if she scared him, she didn't care what he thought— She was done with everything.

"How many times do I have to say that until SOMEONE believes me?! No— You know what? Forget it. Whatever!" She threw her arms to the sky. "You wanna believe I'm an arsonist? Perfect, go ahead. You wanna believe I purposely burned down the only place in which I've ever felt like I'm worth something? Be my fucking guest. A ton of other shit that I did do and I admit, but of course everyone would hate me for the one thing I didn't mean to do! It's just my fucking luck."

"Ámba—"

"And I guess it's also my fault that I'm not Sol Benson," she continued. "I should've just been born out of Bernie and Lily, how silly of me to have been born out of some stupid teenage girl who never heard of what a freaking condom is and gave me up to Sharon because she didn't have a penny to raise me!" She advanced towards him, making Simón take a step back. "You don't wanna believe the fire was an accident? I WAS A FUCKING ACCIDENT! MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE WAS A FUCKING ACCIDENT! IF THE WORLD GOT ITS WAY, I WOULDN'T EVEN HAVE BEEN BORN. HOW HAPPY EVERYONE WOULD'VE BEEN THEN, RIGHT?!"

She shoved against his shoulder and sprinted away, leaving Simón stunned. His mind was reeling, his heart pounding. He couldn't process everything she'd just said.

But his body reacted. He ran after Ámbar without thinking, because he didn't need to think it through— He just had to do one thing.

Catch her.

"Ámbar!"

He caught her arm, forcing her to a stop.

"Let me go," she said, trying to pull her arm free but he held on tightly to her wrist. Simón pulled her toward him and she started fighting, trying to break free with all her might. "I said let me go, Simón!"

He brought his other arm around her and pressed her firmly against his chest. "I'm not going to let you go."

Ámbar continued to struggle, trying to break away to no avail.

"Let me go!" She yelled in distress, smacking and pushing him with her free hand. "I hate you! I hate everyone! I hate-e—"

Her voice broke, and with it, so did her will to fight.

Ámbar burrowed her face on Simón's chest and her fingers clutched the material of his tank top. A loud wail tore out her throat, and she started to cry.

Simón let go of her wrist and wrapped both arms around her, holding her as her body shook with sobs and his skin got damp from her tears. Ámbar's arms slid around his sides and Simón felt her cling to him as strongly as she had tried to pull away before.

It was a cry filled with anguish; loud and desperate. Tears gathered in Simón's own eyes. Every little sound that came out of Ámbar's throat seemed to tear him apart.

"Shhh... Easy, bonita, easy," he murmured, caressing her back softly as his other hand cradled her head. "I don't ever want to hear you say anything like that again, okay? I don't want you to think it either. No one would be happier without you, Ámbar. Mr. Alfredo loves you like a grandchild, I know he does. He mentions you a lot. You're not there to hear it, but I have. He worries about you being out of the house so much."

A hard sob made Simón hold her tighter, wishing he could extinguish her pain with his arms.

"Delfi and Jazmín are angry right now but I'm sure they don't hate you. You've been friends for years, that doesn't go away one day to another. The rest of the guys are mad too but I'm sure they would forgive you if you apologized. Mónica and Miguel could be your family if you let them. Hell— even Luna wouldn't be happier without you, Ámbar. Who'd compete with her, huh? Who is a better skater than you, a better singer than you, to push her to be better? I know she annoys you, but I think she pushes you to be better too, doesn't she?"

Gradually, Ámbar's crying was easing down. Simón gently caressed her hair, beckoning the calm to come back. "I'm sure your mom loves you as well." He felt her tense up, but he kept going, knowing she needed to hear this. "That's why she gave you to Sharon. She wanted you to have a better life; a good one. I'm sure she doesn't regret having you. I mean, a girl as talented as you? Who could regret that?"

Ámbar let out a couple more sobs and then they receded, leaving just ragged breaths in their place, which shook her frame from time to time. Simón could feel her breath against his skin, warm as the tears she spilled, but they became fewer and fewer. Her hands slid down his back, and it was like they pulled the words out of his mouth before he could think whether he should say them.

"And I don't regret meeting you. I don't regret skating with you, singing with you, falling for you... even after everything that happened. So, please, don't say those things, Ámbar."

Finally, after what felt like a shredder to his very soul, Ámbar's crying ceased. Her chest rose and fell steadily against his own and no more tears fell from her eyes. They stayed like that for a moment longer— how long, Simón did not know, only that by the end of it both of their breathings seemed to have synchronized.

Slowly, Ámbar started pulling away from the embrace, and Simón felt the sudden, irrational urge to bring her back into his arms and keep her there forever, but he reigned it in, and let her go.

Ámbar swiped her hands across her cheeks and sniffed, wiping away the remnants of her crying as much as she could, but there was nothing she could do about her reddened eyes. Looking at her, Simón felt a need to protect so strong that it hurt.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked her softly, hoping that the shaking he felt inside didn't show in his voice. He had to be composed. For her.

Ámbar's eyes found Simón's shyly before shifting away. Not trusting her voice yet, she nodded.

She was embarrassed. She had never broken down like that in front of anyone. Hell— she had never broken down like that, period. She felt like she had cried for every misfortune in her life in one go. She wanted to berate herself for it, for letting herself break down, especially in front of someone, but she didn't have the energy for it. If she had been alone like all those times inside her bedroom, she probably would've been able to hold it in. But with Simón holding her, she just...

Ámbar checked him over discreetly, careful not to catch his gaze. There was a wet stain of tears, smeared makeup and maybe what else on his tank top that she had left there, and she was sure a lot of his skin had gotten wet from her crying too. It didn't seem to bother him, but then again, he was too nice to complain about it if it did. Even if it was her.

Simón's hands settled gently on her upper arms and rubbed a little up and down.

"Is it alright if we keep going?" He asked in that same soft voice he had used before. A part of her hated it, and the look on his face too; rebelled against the idea of him thinking her a fragile crystal thing. But the bigger, more honest part of herself wanted to reach out to that softness and wrap herself in it like a blanket. "I just think that the sooner you get inside your house, the better. I don't want you to get sick."

Again, she only nodded, not having the strength to say anything back anymore. Not having the guts to say she wanted to stay with him a little bit longer.

For a instant, it looked like Simón was going to grab her hand, but then he seemed to think better of it and dug both his hands into the pockets of his shorts.

She would've held his hand.

Ámbar felt embarrassed once more. She was so weak when it came to him.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, both to fend off the cold and also to try and keep in all the things that were swirling inside her. They walked like that for some time, just the sound of the waves touching the shore and some people walking down the street.

"I would recommend you stay in the house too," Simón told her, breaking the silence. "I know you were meaning to just grab your stuff and go to Emilia's, but I think it'd be better if you took a warm bath, got rid of all the sand... and ate something, because I don't know when was the last time you did." He watched her attentively, searching for any reaction to his words. "Maybe have dinner with everyone one of these days?" He suggested. "Like I said, Alfredo misses you."

Ámbar didn't answer or looked his way. She just kept walking ahead with her eyes fixed on the ground and her hands tucked under her crossed arms. Simón was at least glad that she didn't seem to be crying anymore, but she didn't look fine either. Given the circumstances though, he guessed it was too much to ask for her to be.

Simón considered trying to strike up more conversation but decided against it. Maybe silence was good. A lot of things had been said already— surely it was enough for one night. For many nights. Ámbar probably wanted to be left alone now, not pestered with questions or small talk. Maybe she wouldn't even want to see him again after this.

From her demeanor, he couldn't tell if she was just lost in thought or mad at him. She clearly hadn't wanted to cry, at least not in front of him, and he hadn't given her the option to leave alone, so he could understand if she was angry about that. Ámbar wasn't good at vulnerable. Maybe just the reminder of what happened would make her want to run and so she'd avoid him like the plague starting tomorrow. Simón would understand that too. But nothing would be able to stop him from worrying and wondering how she was. He didn't even know how he'd be able to fall asleep once he got home.

Finally, the wide entrance to the mansion could be seen ahead of them, the orange ceilings of the structure standing tall against the dark of the night, almost blending in together. Simón knew Ámbar didn't have her keys with her, but surely the doorman would let her in through the gate, so it was alright. Should he come in too? A part of him wanted to tuck her in himself, but he knew that was ridiculous. No, he'd just stay by the entrance until she got to the door and then—

"Simón?"

Simón turned at the sound of Ámbar's voice and found her standing some steps behind him. She must have stopped walking at some point without him noticing, lost in his thoughts as he was.

He didn't know what was it exactly that he saw in her gaze at that moment, only that it rooted him in place. Their shared look didn't last more than a couple of seconds— it couldn't have— because in an instant, Ámbar was running over to him, holding his face between her palms, and kissing him on the mouth.

Simón's eyes closed on instinct, but the rest of his body became paralyzed. His breath caught in his throat at the feel of Ámbar's lips on his, a little chapped from the sea breeze but still soft. She was kissing him firmly, with a taste of urgency or some deep-rooted need.

Whatever it was, he had to pull away. This was wrong. He had to pull away.

But when she started to part, he didn't let her. Each one of his senses rebelled against her retreat at once. His hands grabbed her waist and pressed her against him firmly, and he kissed her back hard, so full of desperation that it felt like a plea.

Don't go.

Simón didn't need to pull away, he didn't need to stop this— He needed her.

Please don't go.

Ámbar's lips moved against his with renewed confidence, rekindled fire. Her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing them even closer. Simón let out a sound, low and pleased, and allowed his hands relearn her. He had missed her hair, her shape, the slow slide of her lips, and the taste of her mouth. He missed the way they seemed to fit together perfectly, the warmth of her touch as her hands ran over his body, the way she seemed delicate but her hold was strong and sure, electrifying, just like her presence in any room.

Nothing else mattered right now or even registered in his brain. Nothing was important, not even breathing, only this. Just her tongue against his, her scent mixed with the salt of the sea, the feeling of her body between his arms, and the little gasps she took in before he smothered them out.

They had never kissed like this before. The few kisses they'd shared had been unhurried, soft, because they had all the time in the world.

They thought they had all the time in the world.

Now their kiss was ravenous, frantic, with both of them trying to consume the other. Ámbar's fingers tugged at his hair. Simón tried and failed to get enough of her mouth. He was gripping her so tightly he would wonder if it hurt if she hadn't been holding him just as hard. It was like they wanted to fuse into one so they'd never have to part again.

But the burn in their lungs was too strong for them to keep fighting it forever.

They broke apart just enough to draw in some air. They were both breathing hard and trembling from the aftershock of sensations. For a moment, that was all they did— Hold onto each other and try to keep their hearts inside their chests.

Simón opened his eyes and found Ámbar's— Beautiful, dilated, and yet, so very melancholic.

She moved, bringing a hand to the side of his face. Her thumb caressed his cheek.

"Thank you," she said, softly. She lowered her hand. "Goodbye."

Just like that, she parted from his arms and walked away, leaving nothing but air where she once stood.

It was the first time in the entire night that Simón felt cold.

He turned to watch her cross the gate and walk up to the front door of the mansion. It closed behind her. Ámbar didn't look back once.

Simón understood what that meant.

That kiss had been a farewell, one last goodbye, the closure they didn't get to have because of all the drama that surrounded their end.

Now their walk was over, and with it the truce they had put on, like one final performance before the curtain closed on what was once them.

There was no 'them' anymore.

(There hadn't been for a while.)

Standing there outside the mansion, Simón wondered why it hurt so much.  

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His keys rattled as he opened the door and walked inside his house. His mom, sitting at the living room table with a cup of tea in front of her, greeted him back.

"Didn't you have a hoodie?" She asked him.

Simón looked down at himself. Considering how things had left off, he doubted Ámbar would approach him again.

"I... must have left it somewhere."

"You lost it, you mean." Her mother shook her head, with that blend of exasperated fondness only mothers seemed to pull off so well. "You airhead. You're hopeless."

Flashbacks of the night ran through his mind. Simón went up to his room.

"...Yeah. I guess so."

…

..

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We can play the game 'How many references to songs and other things can I put in one chapter?' I don't know the answer but I think I outdid myself with this one.

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Sonic’s Latin American Adventure (Part 1)

Most of you are probably familiar with Sonic Adventure.

While not being Sonic’s first, it was his first big successful jump into the world of 3D.

And although it has aged in terms of graphic and especially voice-acting, it’s gameplay and story is still fondly remembered by many.

But one element that I want to take about are the levels.

Sonic Adventure has some of the most iconic levels in the Sonic franchise.

But what some of you may not know were the real-world inspirations behind them.

Ever since the Genesis days, Sonic has drawn influence from our world for reference.

Carnival Night Zone from Sonic the Hedgehog 3 was inspired by the local carnivals that Sonic Team saw in San Francisco.

Casino Night Zone from Sonic the Hedgehog 2 was inspired by Las Vegas, which Sonic Team took a trip to during its production.

And undoubtedly the most recognizable (and widely hated) level in the entire franchise Green Hill Zone from the game that start it all, was inspired by the rolling green hills and blue skies of California.

But when it was time to develop Sonic Adventure, Sonic Team wanted to go bigger than ever before and create more realistic worlds than before, thanks to the greater capabilities of the Sega Dreamcast.

One of the kind of new environments they wanted to do for Sonic Adventure were jungles with ancient ruins.

When creating levels for the games during the Genesis days, while Sonic Team did draw some influence from the real world, they mostly drew inspiration from movies and tv shows.

None of the team had ever seen any genuine ruins or jungles before, and tools like the Internet were way too primitive at the time for help.

So in order to make the environments of the game feel authentic as possible, Sonic Team took a nearly 3-month long trip through Central and South America.

They traveled to Mexico (specifically around the Yucatán Peninsula), Guatemala, and Peru.

And they not only took inspiration from the environments of those locations, but also the culture, history, and possibly even religion.

So today, I want to go into depth on the real-world inspirations for some of the levels and elements of Sonic Adventure.

So grab your adventure gear and some snacks, cause we’re going on a Latin American adventure!

Coming up first we have the very first level of the game, Emerald Coast.

When taking in the tropical beach environment, the seagrass thatched umbrellas scattered all over the place, forested cove and the resort at the beginning of the level, it’s safe to say that Emerald Coast was inspired by popular vacation spots such as Cancún and Tulum.

Next we come to the Mystic Ruins and Lost World.

These two locations are definitely the strongest examples of the Latin American influence.

They’re both clearly inspired by the ancient ruins of Mayan cities such as Chichen Itza, Tikal, Uaxactun, and San Gervasio, along with the jungles surrounding them.

Within the Lost World level, there’s a bit of a snake theme going on. From the torches, to the entrances, and there even being a giant stone snake moving around in the water section.

In Mayan culture, the snake was one of the most important animals, alongside the jaguar and the quetzal.

Snakes were seen as the vehicles by which celestial bodies, such as the sun and stars, crossed the heavens on. The shedding of their skin made them a symbol of rebirth and renewal.

And although there were many sculptures of snakes, most of them found on pyramids, they were often used to represent an important deity in Mayan mythology.

But I’m gonna touch on that a bit later.

The history of the Mystic Ruins is also pretty accurate to the history of most of the Mayan cities.

As most of you probably know, the Mystic Ruins was originally the home of the Knuckles Clan.

But after it was abandoned for thousands of years, it eventually became overgrown with jungle.

That was basically the same thing that happened to the real-life Mayan cities.

After they were abandoned, the surrounding wilderness essentially claimed them.

For example, this illustration shows what Tikal might’ve looked like during the time of the Mayans.

And this photograph shows what it was like back in 1881.

Next we move on the second level of the game, Windy Valley.

When taking in the mountainous landscape and the stone structures (plus their appearance), it’s pretty clear that this level is a loose adaptation of famous Inca city Machu Picchu.

As for the next two levels, finding their inspiration was admittedly a bit tricky when considering the locations Sonic Team traveled to.

But after a lot of research, I think I found them.

Icecap from Sonic 3 returns as the fourth level in the game.

Although it’s inspiration is a tad tricky, I believe that it was inspired from the various snowy-peaked mountains of the Andes.

And for the final level, we come to Red Mountain.

This was probably the hardest level for me for find any possible inspirations for.

Admittedly, for the longest time I thought it was inspired by the tepuis of Venezuela.

And at first glance, you can definitely see the comparison.

Unfortunately, the only place that Sonic Team traveled to was Peru.

But then I remembered that Red Mountain had a bit of canyon look as well.

And after doing some research, I've come to two possible inspirations for the level.

These inspirations are Colca Canyon and Rio Marañón, two canyons located which not only have similar appearances to some of the geological features of Red Mountain, but also just so happen to be located in Peru.

Next we have is Sand Hill, and funnily enough, the history of the level actually involves its inspiration.

During the trip, one of Sonic Team's stop was the city of Ica. During their visit, they discovered the sport of sandboarding. It amazed them so much that they decided to include it as a mini-game for Tails.

As you could already tell, the location was inspired by Ica itself.

Well that's all I can share for now!

I've already reached the 30 image limit, so I can't show any more photos for this post.

So this is gonna be a two-parter. Along with that, it's gonna be much shorter than this one since I'll be covering that the last bit of info I wanted to share.

So stay-in tune for the second and final part of Sonic's Latin American Adventure!

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El Sol (pt.3.2) (Namor x Latina!Reader)

(photos are not mine)

Summary: Namor showed you his home, you give him a piece of your heart.

Warnings: !! Reader is heavily implied/mention to be mexican— Mexican Spanish was used!! Hunger/fatigue (?), some angst, mention of the blip, that’s abt it me thinks !!Not Proofread!!

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Word Count: 11.8k

A/n: Regular posting schedule??don't know her 🤗 ANYWAYS... hello... Not my best work but i kinda like it. I hope you all enjoy, after 2 months 😭🤲

The Ocean. Big, blue, beautiful. The last time you saw it in daylight may have been over a month ago— under different circumstances too. The last you saw it, you were with friends. Smiling, having fun and planning on what to do for the night and coming days you were to be in Cancún. But now, you were walking to an unknown village, with unknown children in an unknown area.

No song. You still couldn’t believe it. Peace and quiet stayed in your mind. Your thoughts were yours, purely yours. Nothing loud and screaming, overtaking every nerve and inch of your body as you stared at the sea. Your skin, mind, and body were your own. Not belonging to the ocean and that unknown far off force. You felt whole. You can’t remember ever feeling like this.

But why was it suddenly quiet? Was it your location, the people you were with? Maybe you have been here before. The way the sun felt against your skin and how the sand dug into your thighs felt like a warm embrace you had long forgotten. Memories wanted to swarm and flood your brain but it had felt like something was holding them back, everything in the back of your mind. Blocked out by the hunger, thirst, and confusion you felt.

You really should be on guard, noting where and how far you were going but you kept drifting off. Staring at that open blue water. The light of the sun shining like crystal diamonds on its surface, luring you in closer and closer. Though you didn’t hear its song, the urge to get out of the heat made you wish for the cold relief of the water. With each step, you lean farther and farther to the left, closer to the water. You couldn’t help but try to see if it held the answers to your questions.

You weren’t sweating as harshly as before, only a few droplets formed on the edge of your brows as you walked. Sofia didn’t seem to mind or care, she never let go of your hand despite the sweat and humid feel of skin against skin.

It had almost been 10 minutes since you started walking, yet her smile didn’t fade. The bright red on her round cheeks didn’t cease as she kept looking back at you every few steps you took.

Her friends stayed a few feet behind. They hadn’t oppose her bringing you along and back to their home with them, but you could tell they did not like it, or for the very least very unsure. They stayed quiet, glaring and catching each movement and breath you took.

The two girls were older than their small friend. One taller and come into her features, a teen. Long golden wavy hair with deep brown eyes, almost black. Her gaze burned the brightest as she stared where your hands interlocked. The other was more anxious— scared— than intimidating. Shorter in height, small shoulder length curls hung from her head and wide hazel eyes looked back and forth between you and the friend she walked with.

You should be a responsible adult, ask them if this was alright, tell them what you really came here for. But the drag of your feet along the sand, heavier with each step and the shoes you wore, you didn’t seem to care anymore. Your thighs continued to rub against each other, the dull ache made worse with the sand that had gotten caught in between when you had fallen and sat in the sand.

You began to feel unsure of how much longer you could last standing or walking anymore. The heat, exhaustion, and hunger came at your body all at once and wrecked you as if you had been hit by a truck. You tried, you really did, to continue walking.

But you began to pray you were close to wherever this child was taking you, praying for the sight of someone or something that wasn’t neverending sand and water.

You were lost in your mind, eyes drooping lazily, blinking away the sweat that had slowly begun to build more and drop down onto your lashes, until the pulling of your arm became more intense.

Your hand was pulled forward, body jolting forward at the sudden and immense orce you could remember from before. Your eyes widened, looking down to the girl who held it, only to see her practically hauling you to that big bush of trees that had stayed in your line of vision for the last few minutes.

Only this time, the trees had an opening. And you finally noticed where she was pulling you.

Small colorful boats lined up against the tall green trees, tied against the trunks. They all pointed in one direction— towards the tables and chairs spread across the sand covered tall man made umbrellas,and tiny firepits scattered across the beach. Signs of life. Human life.

There was a man and a woman working at a small hut which looked to be a bar style restaurant, shouting at each other as music poured loudly through the small area you were in. They held colorful decorations in their hands, pink and green and blue party streamers. Fairy lights and small balloons were tied to the posts of the huts roof. Banners of white with colorful writing hung from the tin ceiling and confetti scattered along the table top of the large table in the middle of the area.The scent of food lingered in the air, filling your nostrils and lungs. You mouth water and you could practically taste what they were cooking.

“Don!” Sofia suddenly yells, pulling you harder and harder with each step. She lets go of one of your hands, waving her now free one in the air. The long fingers practically flew everywhere from how fast she waved her arm.

The man she called out for turned around from where he stood. The woman next to him turned her head as well.

Sun kissed and old wrinkled faces turn in your direction. At first, they lit up with joy. A soft type of kindness you yourself showed whenever you saw a family member. But those welcoming faces soon turned to muted ones of shock and fear as they took you in.

Nerves began to build up in your belly, the fear and worry you had previously been holding at bay taking over as the reality of a strange child finding you stranded and bringing you back to her home was not at all “normal”.

You bit your lip, your best attempt to hush yourself and try to ease out the anxiety and slowly build. You could feel it in your toes and fingertips, curling them with each step closer to those people the little girl seemed to know.

“¿Sabes dónde está mi abuela? ” Sofia asks them. So sweet, so innocent. Do you know where my grandma is?

The two adults stare at her. Their eyes moving back and forth between her, you, and each other. Their mouths opened slightly, creating an ‘O’ shape. The women's brows were almost raised up to her forehead, her face painted in shock and hesitation as she looked at the man on what to do. It seems he didn't know either, though his expression wasn’t painted on his face as clearly as hers. You could still see the shock in his deep set eyes, the way they widened only a bit, before he looked back at the woman and back to you.

A few beats passed, though they felt like an eternity, and he finally let out a deep sigh. A low whistle escaped his pursed lips, and he now pointed to the trees behind him.

“A la mejor está en su casa, pero no te lo juro.” He says. His voice was deep, dry and scratchy as if he needed a drink of water. It was tired as well, slurring slightly at each end of his words. Hopefully she’s in her house, but i don’t swear by it

You look towards where he points and there, standing in a small clearing between two tall palms, lay what you could tell to be a cement pathway. A way into the village. From here, you could see the distant brightly colored houses. You could have more children laughing, a mixed genre of music and more people shouting, blending together into one as the lapping of the waves filled the back of your mind.

“¡Gracias Beto!” Sofia yells. She looked back at you for a second, smiling even wider if now possible, before running ahead.

You looked at the man once, Beto, finally making eye contact. He looked you up and down, weary of who you were and what you are no doubt. But hunger struck once more, the growls and roars bursting through as you smiled slightly to him before following the little girl.

The change from sand to a sturdy dirt ground was greatly welcomed as you walked up to the small ledge that parted the two lands from separating.

But you couldn’t help but stare at your dirty and bruised legs before taking a few steps , wondering if you should actually go through with this plan. What’s stopping you from going back? Who’s to say Namor is coming for you? What if that voice and feeling were all in your head?

But hey, at least you’ve gotten this far.

~~~

The village was small, various cement houses of bright blues, yellows, and pinks spread out far but close enough to create a square. A small plaza of benches and a gazebo with papel picado hanging from lines lay in the center of it all. The streams connected go the edges of each house and all gather towards the center of that small golden building. It wasn’t grand, the small town could be considered dull with only what looks to be a corner store and a restaurant.

You saw children running through the streets, the clacking of sandals across the floor heard with the loud laughter of older kids and the crying of the younger ones filled your ears as you walked past them. Men and women sat in the middle of the plaza, laughing, gossiping, fighting, listening to music. People lingered on sidewalks, chatting and talking with others who poked their front halves outside their home windows.

The scent of food grew stronger, you could practically taste each ingredient and spice that had been added to that delicious smell. It smelled like birria. Rich and spicy, it reminded you of your mothers as you swallowed the building saliva in your mouth.

The sun didn’t seem as harsh anymore, the shade of the tall palm trees surrounding the village was welcomed greatly— along with the gentle breeze you felt with each house you passed, the fans from the inside being kind enough to expel some air outside as well. The harsh drag on your feet due to the sand wasn’t there anymore as you stepped on the rough concrete, though still a jagged and rocky— it was greatly welcomed.

As you looked around the small village, you began to feel as if you had been there before. The way the light hit the small golden needle at the top of the gazebo, you swore you had seen it before. Whether in dream or reality, it felt oddly familiar. Every step you took you couldn't help but glance at it— the feeling of being young and running through your family's rancho with your friends without a care in the world filled your heart.

Sofia continued to pull on your hand, yanking at it each time you slowed down to give your chafing thighs a break.

“Ya mero!” almost

You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh of relief, a smile rising from the corner of your cheeks. She talked to you as if you were family, reminding you of younger cousins and niece and nephews the way her tone changed when you did something she didn’t seem to like. Most children held back, she did not. You liked it, her boldness.

You soon came to a stop in front of a white house. Tall with a spanish tile rooftop, the curved brick complemented by rich dark brown window sills. Though the house was made of rough and hard cement, the wooden windows were slick and shiny, unlike the other houses where their wood was dull and dusty. Those you could get a splinter but here, the sanded round edges wouldn't allow that. You admired the fine craftsmanship of the house, noting that whoever owned this house cared for quality. What you could tell, every little plant and decoration this person had on the exterior was fine and crafted with precise work. Everything but a small wind chime of blue shells and crystals that hung outside the one window in front of the house— if caught your eye, and that familiar feeling inside of you grew.

“Queda te aquí, ahorita regreso.” Sofia says, but you don’t look away as she stepped inside that house. You could see the shiny porcelain floor reflecting light from the corner of your eyes, but the way the crystals and glass that hung outside shone more beautifully than anything.

Specks of light danced in circles with each other around its wooden surroundings. The window was wide enough you could see the layout of the room it lay outside of. The rich blue and white colors of the pillows and blankets inside neatly blended into the chimes light blues and greens. The shells that hung from the chime reminded you of ones you had once seen on the beach of your family's home. Ones you had picked up and carried in a small blue sand pail.

You remember that pail, why you got those shells and exactly why they stood out in your memory.

The memory of dragging your sister and brothers to the small walkway of the town, out onto the open sea just so they could help you gather sea shells and glass to create a piece of work for your aunt flooded your mind as you continued to stare at the small bundle of strings and beads. That piece of artwork was actually a wind chime you recalled. In fact, it looked exactly like the one you saw before you.

The realization only hit after you heard the clacking of sandals behind you. You swiftly glance in its direction, and are greeted by eyes that look like yours.

They were old in age, crows feet and wrinkles sagged around them but you could see and feel the life and fire that burned inside of them. They were your grandmothers— your mother once said to you she had only ever seen her, you, and her sister have eyes like that. That they were unforgettable, a thing that could always linger in the back of your mind even if you never saw them again.

And she was right. They were absolutely unforgettable.

The breath of your lungs escaped you slowly as you stared at your Tia, who was now holding the small hand of the little girl beside her, Sofia.

Now you finally realized she felt so familiar. Why she had said you looked like her grandma.

“Tia-“ You tried to begin, managed to take a breath of air. But she ran to you before you could even finish the word, shoving you into her arms.

Her hold was tight, strong hands burying themselves in your hair as she tightly held your head against hers. She breathed you in, nose tucked in between your curls and lips gently kissing your cheek before she finally managed to say your name. She said it so quietly. But even then, the feeling like you were home washed over you.

You hesitantly lifted your arms up, scared to embrace her back. Scared that if the second you were to touch her, she’d vanish the moment fingertips reached her back.

But she didn’t. She was real, the grasp and feel of her thin shirt between your fingers was real.

You closed your eyes, relishing in that feeling she brought to you. You close your eyes tightly, just enough to keep those small tears of relief from dripping down your cheeks.

~~~

(Spanish will be written in english from this point forward)

You practically swallowed the food in one bite, gulping down spoonful after spoonful. You barely chewed, like a feral animal who hadn’t eaten in weeks and was now presented before a feast, though it was hardly anything extravagant. The smell of birria from before had come from her house, the smell still making your mouth water even as you ate the meat in front of you.

You almost moaned at the taste. You had gotten sick of fish and fruit from the small cave. The sudden burst of flavor and different texture was greatly welcomed, you could hardly even believe it was happening. When you were told you could find food in the small village, you did not think it would be a family recipe- didn’t expect to taste a memory from your childhood. Didn’t think to end up in your favorite place in the world either.

You licked the remaining broth from your lips, wiping small red dots left on the corners of your lips away as you sighed in relief. You placed your hands on your stomach, now full and no longer aching. A smile formed on your lips, the sunlight that poured in from the open window warmed your cheeks as you felt your Tía’s food warm your stomach.

“Thank you, Tia.” You finally say, taking a swig of the water she gave you. It was sweet, made of piña and had chia seeds inside. The flavored lingers on your tongue as you chew the small remaining pulp from the fruit.

Your aunts eyes—your eyes— gazed at you with all the kindness in the world. Though you could see a small mask of disbelief covering them, you knew you would have to make up an excuse as to why exactly you were here sooner or later.

Your Tia Beatrice, whom everyone called Betty, was one of the nicest women you can ever recall meeting. She was your mothers older sister, but seemed more youthful than all of her siblings. Her hair was a dusty brown, similar to that of Sofia’s, and her skin was tan with sun kissed freckles scattering all across her arms and face. She wore it in a neat bun, hair swooped back as small brightly colored pins held it back into place. It had been a few years since you had seen her last, but that kind and fiery personality lingered in everything she did. Her skin had sagged a bit, her shoulders fallen inward, and her back wasn’t as straight as before, but the energy that she radiated would make you believe she had not aged at all.

Every movement and word she spoke, it reminded you of why you had always admired her.

“It’s not a problem mija.” She says sweetly, her voice smooth and tender- just how you remembered. It made chills run down your spine as she grabbed your hand and placed it into hers. Soft wrinkled hands wrapped around your dry and calloused ones. Her fingers were slim and long, though knobby and hugging her bones, they looked as if they had never worked a day of hardship. You knew otherwise though, for if you looked close enough, you could see tiny white scars lingering across her hands

They reminded you of Namors, you thought. Though his hands were larger than hers, much thicker, and skin tanner as well, his hands were full of those tiny white scars as well.

Strange- how a God and a woman from nowhere can share a small similarity. Both led two different lives, had two different reasons for the scars, different healing times but nevertheless— those scars meant they were real.

You stared at her hands as you thought about him. A slight surge of panic creeping up from the back of your mind as you finally remembered him. That he was here with you as well.

You lifted your head slightly, not too quickly as to not surprise your tia but still fast enough. Lush green plants surrounded the window, blocking a few corners of your view outside into the world.The village was by no means large, memories of being here as a child slowly rising now that you weren’t so famished and could think properly. Everyone knew each other here, every neighbor knew every child, adult, cat, or dog here. So if Namor were to suddenly arrive, you would no doubt be able to tell if he did.

But it looked the same, nothing changed from the scene you arrived to. Children played and ran along the middle of the plaza, adults strolled on by, and the sound of music hadn’t stopped. Everyone minded their own business, not a sign of something new and strange appearing.

You sigh, looking back to your tia with a shy smile before standing up and asking where the sink was to wash your plate. “I’ll show you.” She says, standing up and leading you through the beaded curtain next to the dining room and into the kitchen.

The kitchen was simple. You spot the white tiled walls with small blue accents everywhere, reminding you of mediterranean styled ones. More blue and yellow accents continued in the decorative plates and fruit, making the room blend into one.

You spot the sink and go up to it. Grabbing the damp and still soapy sponge, you turn on the water and begin. As you do so, Betty begins to speak as well.

“Mija, I have no problem with you being here- and you know this of course! But I just have to ask, why are you here?” The words stun you. Even though you knew she would eventually ask and you would have to make an excuse, the words still shocked you. “I know that your mother and I aren’t as close as we used to be, but I do think she would have called me. So you can understand why I’m so curious, yes?”

She stands behind the small bar styled counter next to you, leaning forwards and looking right at you. You don’t dare to look at her, fearing that she might see the hesitation in your eyes to answer such a simple question. Though I suppose to you, it was a hard one.

You gulp, feeling small drops of sweat fall onto your brow as you softly and slowly brush the sponge over your plate. The red specks of the remaining broth smudge across the white porcelain you held between your pointer and thumb. You held it tightly, whether for the slippery water or for a way to relieve the tension you wanted to place in your jaw, you could not tell.

“C’mon, think of something!” You tell yourself. “It isn’t even that hard.”

You rush throughout your mind, hoping to find some lame and vague excuse for the time being, something to build a lie upon, but you were cut off. The sound of a voice came from the door.

“Ama!” The voice yells, and you recognize it instantly. Your eyes shoot wide as you turn to face the beaded curtain as soon as she walks through it. Her eyes look to her mother first, seeing her bent over the countertop and facing something else, she turns them to you.

Those big hazel eyes from your childhood stare right back at you, the same that Sofia has. You had no idea why you didn’t make the connection earlier— if your eyes were unforgettable, then what were hers? Shock ran throughout your body strong enough that you let go of the bowl you held in your hands. It fell and softly clattered on the tin walls of the sink as a wide and stupid grin formed on your face.

She screams, running to you faster than you could even comprehend. She nearly sends you flying back, your soapy hands wrapping around her exposed back for leverage and sobs begin to leave her mouth.

The jolts and sounds of her cries shake you to your core, your own eyes tearing up as you bury your head in the spot where her shoulder and neck meet. Tears fall onto her skin, as you both begin to laugh— you and your cousin, Yessenia. Sofia’s mom.

“God! Just look at you!” She shouts, pulling back and holding you by the shoulders to get a good look. “I haven’t seen you in years, what happened?” She asks, the wide smile on her face not budging an inch.

“Well y'know, shit happens.” You laugh, raising your hands to meet her own shoulders, steadying yourself from the small shake she gave you. Your still wet and soapy fingers dig into her plush arms, but she doesn’t seem to care.

“I bet!” Yessenia laughs as well, patting your shoulders before suddenly remembering something.

“Oh, and speaking about shit happening,” She turns back to Betty, the smile on her lips fading for a moment, her tone going serious,she finishes, “There’s a man at the door.”

~~~

You knew exactly who it was the moment the word man left her lips.

It hadn’t even been an hour, maybe half since you had been apart, but you had almost forgotten how beautiful he was. And in the sun? You swore you could stare at him like that for a lifetime.

You lingered in the small doorway that seperated the entrance of the house and the dining room, peering your head slightly around the small bend as Yessenia held your arm as if to hold you back.

“I saw him walking on my way back here from the main road. Said he was looking for someone here but I’ve never seen him before.” Your cousin begins to explain, her own head peeking out to see him as well. “Since you’re the newest thing here, I assume that's you prima. Was bringing him to my mom so she could point him in the right direction but it seems as if I ended up doing that myself, yeah?” She nudges your shoulder as she watches you look at him.

There’s no doubt she could see something in your eyes as you continued to study that faint but radiant glow that radiated off his skin. The thin layer of sweat that had built on his skin made him look fresh and dewey— and with the top of his shirt slightly unbuttoned? You could’ve fallen to your knees.

“Yeah, I know him.” You said quietly, half afraid those pointed ears might have some kind of super hearing and would pick up on how breathlessly you said the words. With all his other abilities, you wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

“So? Cmon introduce us.” Your cousin teases, pulling at the arm she held. You hiss, furrowing your brows at the slight pain the tugging caused.

“Aye!” You groan, turning to her and lightly punching her own back. She lets out a whine in response. Turning to Betty like a child, she asks her mother for help. Your tia rolls her eyes, chuckling and shaking her head at the two of you.

“She’s right though, are you going to introduce us?” Betty asks, a sly grin making its way onto her lips.

“You too?” You sigh, shaking your head and fighting the smile that wants from your lips as you turn your head back to the door.

In the few moments that you had your head turned, you had obviously expected nothing to change. You expected to turn around and see Namor standing there, doing nothing and talking to no one as the sun continued to shine on his skin, but you were wrong. Sofia now stood in front of him, having come from nowhere.

She stared at him with wide eyes, now full of wonder, sparkling with the rays of the sun as she stared and studied at every dent and wrinkle in his skin. They wandered from the tip of his nose to the ends of his pointed ears. Namor only stared back, his face disinterested and calm as he looked down at the small child.

Terrifying is what he would be called by many other children. The big, strong, and scary man that girls and boys would see from 10 feet away and scattered away at the intimidating aura around him. But not to her, no. You had no idea where she had come from, the last time you saw her being when she led you to your tia. Even if you had just met her today, you could already understand his child has a way of doing the unexpected. Much like her mother, there was a wide and curious smile on her lips as Sofia asked him for his name.

Your eyes widened and you found yourself walking towards the two the second you saw her mouth open to speak.

“Hey!” You shout, practically racing out the door the last few steps.

Sofia nervously backs away, doing the opposite of the man in front you who takes a small step closer.

Namors eyes widen, softening for a mere second as you come to a stop in front of the two. You smile at him, nodding your head in a small greeting, and a bit inside of your belly builds with nerves. The reality that you would have to introduce him soon hitting you like a truck. Your palms slightly begin to sweat, you tap your foot softly against the dirt of the floor, blinking fastly as you try to stutter out some words to say, wanting to rid of the silence you had just caused.

But the anxiety stops when he calls your name. Like a cool bucket of water has been dumped on you, every restless inch of you calmed down.

“I have been looking for you.” He tells you, the words smooth and softly hitting your ears.Your heart flutters at the sound.

“I’ve been waiting.” You respond, a shy smile creeping up on your lips.

You've seen him smile brighter than how he is right now, but it was something in his eyes that made the ones from before completely dull to how he did in that moment. Only the very corners of his lips lifted, not fully reaching his eyes which showed his true emotions. They were inexplicable, but you— you understood them. That tug in your soul you felt from before soothing your heart strings. You smiled back.

But your calm heart soon went haywire, stunning and shocking you as you felt Yessenia brush past you without warning.

“Sofia!” She shouts, reaching down for her daughter. The girl, who had been focused on you and Namor, turned to her mother. Sofias face lit up immediately, her chubby cheeks glowing red and arms widening as she ran to her mother.

They embrace each other, big arms wrapping around a small body as smaller arms wrap around a much larger one. She buries her face in her daughters neck, stuffing her nose in her daughters neck. As if it had been a while since they last saw each other.

You step aside, moving closer to Namor. You instinctively reach for his hand, and he grabs it. He gives you a small squeeze, and you do it in return.

You smile, heart warming as you watch your cousin and her daughter talk—about how their day went, what they saw, who they met. Sofias head tilted back towards you when that was asked, her bright eyes landing on your face and taking you in. You’re not sure if your Tia had told her what you were to her, but you had a feeling she knew. Though her eye didn’t stay on you for long, for they quickly moved to Namor. The grin on her face carving itself into more of an ‘O’ as curiosity began to make its way back into her face.

Yessenia noticed, immediately turning her own brightly hazel eyes to him. They studied his face for a few beats before wandering down. To where both your hands met. They widened, her own face mimicking that of the child still in her arms

oh

You stiffened, shoulders squaring as your cousin lifted herself from the floor.

She and Sofia almost looked identical like this. The way the curves of their cheeks lifted, the wrinkles caused from the slight grin in their lips, hair a puffy mess due to the heat. Mother and daughter.

“So uh,” Your cousin begins, “Would you like to come in?”

~~~

You sat at the edge of the table, an orange in your hands as you peeled the sticky and bitter peel off. Its leftovers curl into one large peel of its own, falling over your hands and onto the table.

Namor sat next to you, a spoon in his hand as he slowly and deftly ate a bowl of birria your aunt served him. The red broth spilling and staining the corners of his lips as it did to you. You had eaten with urgency unlike him. So calm, so out of place he was.

His hardened and intense features against a light and calm background, like a bull in a china shop. Though he was elegant in every move he made, almost diplomatic and composed, you had somehow forgotten he was a king. You wondered if they did things differently in Talokan, but you didn’t have time to think of that right now.

Your aunt stared daggers into him. She sat across from him, arms crossed and lips tight as she studied every spoonful and breath. Every twitch, every movement of his fingers, she knew and wrote down in her mind.

Your cousin sat next to her, her body the opposite of her mothers. Whereas Betty's posture was firm, back straight and head tall— Yessenia’s shoulders caved in, her hands in between her knees, and her brows raised high as she continuously glanced between them like a scared child, no doubt anxious of what her mother might say

Sofia sat next to you, her long legs having fallen into your lap as she lay her head on the table, observing the adults around her

Everyone sat in an uncomfortable silence, the only sound being the soft tearing of the orange from its skin and the occasional clunking of spoon against porcelain.

You teeth clenched, jaw tight as you tried to focus on the fruit you were peeling— trying to stop your hands from trembling.

You couldn’t explain why you would begin to tremble if you did, you just knew you would.

You believed it was for the questions your Tia may ask, about who Namor was, and how she would ask why you were here again. But you had done nothing wrong, right? You know your mother and aunt aren’t as close to each other as they were when you were growing up, but even then. Family would tell family when one went missing right?

Your stomach churned, thinking about how maybe your mother had called them. Maybe she has told them you disappeared, that you may have been kidnapped. Maybe they thought he had stolen you. (though he technically did-)

Your breath hitched, chest caving as the idea of all those possibilities came rushing in. You almost banged your hands on the table when your Tia suddenly moved, placing her hands on the table and leaning forward, only by an inch. But enough that you could tell she was trying to intimidate the man next to you.

She never backed down from a fight, you knew that. Your mother would tell you stories of how many fights her older sister had gotten into when they were younger. How Betty always came home with cuts and bruises, a bandage on her face every week from a new fight. And she fought for a reason, she liked to look out for those she cared for. Many picked on your mother growing up, their younger brother, and Betty’s friends. She didn’t hesitate to throw a punch.

But as she grew older her short temper faded, but that didn’t mean she had left fighting behind. She was passionate, a fire always burned in those eyes of hers— those eyes that belonged to you as well.

Even in her age, you knew she would fight Namor if he had done something truly terrible. Whereas many women fought with words, Betty liked to use both. And even if she knew he was a King— the serpent god K’uk’ulkan— she would still fight him.

She placed her hands on the table, fingers playing with the small table mat they had landed on. She stared right at him, eyes like a calm ocean that could explode into a sea of chaos if ticked off.

“So,” She suddenly spoke, her voice loud as it broke through the silence, “Why are you two here?”

The same question from before.

You looked at Namor, eyeing from the side and nudging his foot.

‘What do I say?’ You wanted to ask him. You tried to shout down that invisible string, your heart and soul crying out towards him as your hands squeezed the orange you held. Juices began to spurt, as you waited for an answer.

‘Whatever feels right’ The words came quickly, like a caress to your bones as they arrived.

You turned your head to find him look at you, eyes soft. That was enough to give you the courage to finally speak.

“My friends and I came to México for a trip, but I ended up running into him.” You began, nodding your head towards Namor as you said the last word. “He’s a friend of a friend, told me he was heading over here and I told him I had family in these parts. He offered to bring me to you all but that it might take a while to get here because he had other stops, I told him that was okay.”

You stopped for a beat, trying to study your aunt and cousin's face as the words left your mouth. Yessenia looked convinced, though still wary of her mother’s reaction. Betty did nothing but listen, lips still firm but less tight than to how they were. A sign she might be believing you.

“When we got here, the car broke down. Just a few ways down the main road, we missed our stop, so we got off. We waited for some cars to pass but saw none, I started to get hungry so we trekked off into the woods, trying to look for a path here. We ended up getting lost, I fell down a hill and that was when Sofia found me.” You finished, voice going soft as you said the last few words, looking at the girl next to you. She smiled, but her eyelids were heavy— sleepy from the activities of today no doubt.

The two women in front of you said nothing. Blinking as they looked at each other, and then back at you two.

Namor had finished eating, hands in his lap. He stayed quiet, calm and steady as he had been before. You wondered how he felt about all this, you almost wanted to ask how he would feel if it was him in your situation.

“Ah.” Your Tia simply said, nodding her head.

You turn back to her.

She believed that?

“You both are welcome to stay for as long as you would like,” She continues, “It’s one of our friends birthdays today, so tonight we will be having a feast, you are not obligated to come but it would be greatly appreciated.” Her eyes shift from Namor to you, gaze softening and the fire in her eyes almost vanishing instantly. She says your name, tender and sweet compared to how it was mere seconds ago, edge and intimidation still lingering in the whispering rasps. “I know there are a few people that will be happy to see you back, mija. You may not remember them but they surely remember you.” A smile appears— it seems as if she’s done with your companion.

Yessenia calms herself as well, stiff muscles going soft at the sight of her mother at ease once more. She turns to you as well, hands shooting across the table to grab your own sticky ones.

“Ouu, you’re going to love everyone! You might remember the kids we would play with all the time but everyone else is practically the same- oh my god you need something to wear!” She rambles, the words spilling from her mouth seconds before she could even finish her first thought.

She stands, coming around the table and practically hauling you off of your chair. Your knees buckle, almost falling as she pulls you to her.

You yelp, reaching towards the table, towards anything for stability, and you feel a hand on your back.

Namor holds you up, hands enveloped around your hips and sides to keep you from falling. You look back to see him standing, face firm and concerned for you.

Your face heats, your heart practically begins to pound out of your chest. You stare into his eyes, so intense and ready to protect. Because that's what he said he’d do, protect you.

“Are you alright?” He finally speaks. After minutes of silence, his words are meant for you and only you. As they were when you spoke at the door.

You smile, cheeks rising at the question. “I’m alright.”

His hands loosen from your body at the words. He nods, not doubting your response before backing away gently.

Your cousin only stares and watches the interaction. Take a note of it. Mischief swirls in the depths of her eyes, only for a second, before apologizing and beginning to speaking again.

“C’mon Prima, we’ve got lots of catching up to do.” She lets go of your hands, patting your shoulder and finally setting off to go deeper into the house.

You watch her go, giggling at the carefree woman. If you had not known about Sofia, you wouldn’t have ever guessed that she was a mother.

But before you leave, to turn back to Namor, “Will you be fine on your own?” You ask, not knowing how he might act or feel in an unfamiliar environment.

“I’ll be alright. There are some things I need to do, but I will be back later. I won't leave you. Will not.” He tells you, voice firm and sincere.

“Okay.” You respond, voice soft and barely a whisper as you nod, a shy smile on your lips.

You try to leave, but your feet won't budge. You keep standing in front of him, as if you were unconvinced with his words, almost afraid to go. A gut feeling like if you do, you might not see him again. Your heart cries out again as it did before on that beach. But an answer comes once more.

I’ll be right here.

The words cause a shiver to run down your spine. But you knew it to be true, felt it.

You nod your head, finally turning to follow your cousin.

~~~

The sunset colored the rooms white walls in orange and peach colors.

Your damp hair fanned out onto the sheets as small wet strands continued to cling onto your neck while your cousin brushed her hair from its tangles on a chair near her dresser. The scent of sea salt and citrus blew in from the window as the sounds of distant and muffled music played. You shut your eyes, trying to take your mind off the somewhat itchy fabric of the dress your cousin had lent you.

Most of the afternoon was spent with you and your cousin catching up, chatting and laughing about old and new memories before getting ready for the party you were invited to.

You had spoken about your friends, how your mother and siblings were doing. How you still loved the ocean and swimming. She spoke of her life in return, about those years you missed and what she and her mother did for a living.

You both reminisced on the times of when you were children. Being in her room brought up memories of your old sleepovers, how you would paint each other's nails and braid each other's messy hair. The way you would throw sand at each other and wrestle in the water, always sharing raspados on especially hot days and couldn’t find enough money to buy one for each of you. Though Yessenia had grown, changed her bright pink walls and girly bed sheets, you still noted the small painting you had made together hung up on her mirror.

In fact, when she spoke about Sofia and how she changed her life, she told you that the girl kept her young. That she let the small unhealed part of her childhood free to roam, that it made both her daughter and herself happy. She said she couldn’t be more grateful for that little girl.

The sun continues setting ever so slowly. A glare of light suddenly flashes in your eyes. You groan, throwing your hands in your face and lifting yourself up slowly to get away from the ray of light’s new home.

You sigh, shaking your head as you try to wake your mind from the small nap you tried to take. You stand, arms reaching to the ceiling as you stretch and the door to the room opens.

Sofia runs in, her hair wet and with a new outfit on, Betty following close behind.

You smile, sitting yourself back down on the edge of the bed, Sofia grabbing her mothers brush from her hands before asking you to do her hair.

“You know I used to fo your moms hair when we were little, she could never get the braids right. They always came out lumpy or crooked.” You told the girl who had sat inbetween your legs, parting her hair into three separate strands, brushing out small knots as you did.

“No, you just have a weird head shape.” Your cousin replies, turning her head to you from her seat.

You roll your eyes, snickering before going back to the task at hand. As you did, you felt the side of the bed sag a bit. Your tia had sat down near you, watching and peering over your shoulder as you combed your fingers between her granddaughter's golden locks.

“I could never do hair either- it was your mother who taught me you know.” Her voice was calm, soothing and soft compared to how it was earlier.

You smile, “Do you think it’s too late to teach your daughter?”

“Hey!”

You both snicker, cheeks rising and teeth showing from the small comment.

“Ugh, whatever!” Yessenia rolls her eyes, turning back to her mirror, flipping her hair dramatically as she does. Her jewelry jingled with each wave of her hand, clinking softly as she swiped a faint color of lipstick on her lips.

“Actually, I have a question,” She continues talking, calling your name at the end.

“Yees?” You hum, not too worried about what she was to ask as you focused on carefully parting Sophia's hair into brains. But a light churning in the back of your mind caused the tiniest whirls of anxiety to stir.

“What’s up with him?”

“Huh?” Your head immediately jolts up at the words, peeling your eyes at her. You had known they would have questions about him (i mean who wouldn’t), and you had tried to mentally prepare yourself for them but as before, it was still a shock when it finally happened. Anxiety coursed through your veins and you felt the inner workings of your stomach fully stir.

Your fingers tighten on the strands of hair you held, trying to ground yourself in front of your family without making it obvious. But the child before you grunting in pain, truly bringing you back. You quickly apologize, going back to the task at hand to try to calm yourself before asking what she meant.

“I mean he was just so.. intimidating. The way he looked at my mom and I as if we were some kind of threat sorta threw me off , yknow? Oh- and the ears, the piercings too. I know we don’t go into the cities often but those threw me a bit more off.” She explains. Coming to sit down next to you, grabbing her sandals and bending over to put them on.

“Ah.” You simply say, biting your lip nervously.

“She’s right. I did not want to say anything but it bothered me quite as well.” You Tia agrees, her gaze shifting from your fingers to your face.

Worry crawls up your skin and bones as you try to ignore and push back the pressure suddenly placed on you. All the secrets and things you have seen, never to be spoken.

Namor trusted you. Had shown you Talokan. Had brought you back to your family.

You had not known how long you were in your own mind, but by the time you had blinked the ends of Sofias braids were being tied into small rubber bands.

And the pressure and tension still lingered in the air as the eyes of your cousin and aunt did not leave your face.

“So..?”

You gulped. The least you could do was keep a secret.

~~~~

The humid air caused a thin and sticky layer of sweat to build onto your skin, but the soft and salty breeze of the ocean helped calm your burning skin. The smell of sweet agua fresca and rich food filled your nose as you finally sat down on the large rectangular table.The ache of your feet lingered from earlier before as you scooted yourself back in.

The walk to the “party” was short, taking place on the beach in front of the small restaurant style bar you had seen that man and woman decorating earlier as Sofia guided you to your aunt. They were introduced to you as Maria and Hilberto (though everyone called him Beto) , and had apparently recognized you from before but were unsure if you were real. You smiled as they spoke to you of how they remembered you as a child, gap toothed and pig tails always full of sand.

They helped introduce you to everyone else in attendance as well. You formally met Sofia’s two friends from before, Lucia, known as Luz, and Clara. Luz was Maria and Beto’s granddaughter, the same pair of black eyes from the girl her grandmother both looked at you. Ones with delight and nostalgia, the other with uncertainty and anxiousness.

Clara was the niece of Yessenia’s friend. She seemed more worried and confused than anything, her brows arched upwards as her plush fingers gripped yours in a handshake.The shy girl clung to Luz— whose birthday was being celebrated. The two seemed close, linking their arms together and sitting at the farthest away from everyone, whispering things to each other as Sofia , who had wandered off to them, listened closely

It had taken almost 15 minutes to formally greet everyone, each person stopping to hold your hand and tell you how much of a free spirit you were as a child, how much Sofia reminded them of you. You can’t recall ever visiting your Tia’s home so often as a child but, you surely must have made an impression. Kind faces asked about your sisters and mother, how your grandmother was, and if you still loved the ocean. You answered accordingly to the first two questions, changing a few details and adding more to keep the conversations fresh. But the last, you simply smiled and nodded your head.

You let out a sigh of relief as the sounds of people talking and laughing surrounded you, finally not at you anymore. The sounds drowned out around you as you turned your head to the dark ocean to your left. Its waves a loud crashing and the only color from its foam lapping against the dimly lit sand.

You breathe in deeply, an attempt to soothe yourself and the tiny nerves from your fingertips slowly riding and building with anxiety at the fact there was still no song. It was so strange, too strange. The scenery felt so familiar too, your heart aching and almost crying out. You wanted to know why. Why now?

“I remember you.” A voice suddenly says. The words scare you. You jump slightly before you turn your head. Dark eyes and light stare at you, a familiar pair next to you. Sofia, Luz, and Clara.

Your cousin’s daughter sat next to you, her arms splayed on the table as she smiled and looked back and forth between you and her friends. The two older girls sat across from you— Luz directly in front and Clara to her side.

You stare for a moment, surprised at the fact she was talking to you. Her previous looks towards you were so.. condescending (probably not the right word)? You hadn’t gotten close enough to her to truly feel how she felt towards you, but her looks of suspicion were enough to make you stay away so as not to bother her. You were a visitor in her home, or at least that’s what you told yourself.

“Do you?” You curiously ask, turning your body to face her.

The stern look on her face falters at your words. Surprise flashed in her wide eyes, her guard let down. Something about her and her friend throwing a small side glance at each other said “She’s talking to me.” A hint of red on her cheeks as she continues to speak.

“I doubt you remember us though.We hardly ever spoke to each other, my mother never allowed me to be near the older kids- but you always seemed so fun. So genuine. But I remember you. I remember at the campfires all the kids would follow you and hear your stories.” She stutters over some words, her speaking hardly put together as well as her tough facade which was now gone.

She says the next words so softly. “Though we never spoke, they’re some of my favorite memories.

You don’t say anything in response as you look at you. The innocence of childhood twinkled in her eyes as she recalled the memories she spoke of, her face now seemed less sharp. Her almond eyes were less sharp, the dark of them seemed to have brightened.

You smiled at it.

“So, how old are you? You seem pretty young, I can't seem to remember seeing you the last time I was here.” You ask, leaning into the table to hear her response. The loud chatter of the adults filled your eyes, the heavy bass of the speakers near you strong enough that you could feel it in your teeth.

“I’m actually supposed to be as old as you.” She says. The words shock you, eyes widening in the few seconds it took to realize what she meant.

“Oh.” You say. “You as well?”

“Almost all of the children in the village actually. Clara and I were the oldest, everyone else was only under 10 years old. It went quiet that day, I was gone and back in less than a second.” Luz explains, her gaze intense as she spoke. But her eyes soon drifted to Sofia a few seconds after speaking.

“All but Sofia. She was the only small child left, having to grow up on her own. It surprised me today when we found you today. I can’t recall her ever meeting you, you were gone and so were we. But the way she simply just walked up to you as if she’s known you her whole life, it really… “ She struggled to finish the sentence, biting her lip as she looked down at the small plate of food in front of her. Her hands scratched as the flimsy and thin table cover, the plastic ripping beneath her fingertips.

“Hey,” you whisper, reaching your hand towards hers, gently pressing down on it in an attempt to stop her anxious fidgeting. “It’s okay. I understand.” You reply. And you did. The second you saw Sofia it was like something inside of your soul knew she was family, knew she would bring you somewhere safe. Even in a haze of hunger and dehydration, that air and familiarity of everything made you feel safe. It was only when you ate and spent the afternoon with your cousin that the memories began to flood back into your mind.

Clara had been quiet the entire conversation, her round face painted with interest but her lips almost trembling as she looked like she wanted to say something. Her leg bounced up and down, her eyes shifted to the small crowd of people dancing in a circle only a few feet away from the tables. She bit her lips as if in anticipation. Luz looked at her. Then at you.

You shrugged your shoulders, your hand leaving hers and going back onto your lap. You opened your mouth to ask the girl what was wrong, but the words seemed to bust through her lips as you did.

“Do you like to dance?” She asks suddenly, eyes going wide and a smile appearing on her lips.

“What?” That was definitely not what you thought she would ask.

“Oh, I’m sorry! It's just the song playing is my favorite, but do you?” Her voice was soft, but loud. Energy and light poured through her as she finally let go. Her hair swayed in the gentle sea breeze to the beat of the song, bounced up and down as she rocked her body lightly to the beat of the song.

It had no doubt taken you by surprise, but that’s what the three girls around you seemed to be special at. Surprising you.

Three girls. one who had never met you, two you can’t recall meeting- all a mirror of

“I do!” You smile, giggling as Luz nugged her friend in the side. Her face painted wigh a look that resd ‘Dont be rude!’

“Would you like to?” She asks after rolling her eyes as the girl beside her, extending her hand for you go take. Her plush hands were chipped, callosues and dry spots around the edges. Her nails short but with a thin coat of polish on top. Her makeup wasn’t the neatest, specs of mascara littered the apples of her cheeks but her eyes burned with a fire grander than you’ve seen before. Like a beast in a cage, waiting to be freed.

You look at Sofia, her eyes sparkling too as she practically jumped in joy to the beat of the song currently playing. That was enough of an answer.

“Yes!”

~~~

The water was almost freezing as it lapped against your burning skin, you almost swore steam was rising off of you. A thin layer of sweat covered your body, now being chilled and dried by the wind that blew through the trees. Hair stuck to your forehead and cheeks as your chest continued to heave from your previous activities.

You remember flying everywhere as the thumping of music rang in your ears. People jumped and sang loudly around you as you did with them as well. You had held the hands of the girls from before, the four of you spinning in circles and holding each other close and laughing loudly as your hips swayed to the song. Clara danced the most, not stopping even after the rest of you broke away from the crowd for a break. Her short hair bobbed up and down as she danced without a care in the world, moving from person to person as her spirit gave the party life.

You smiled, giggling to yourself as you cupped the water from the rushing waves into your hands to clean the sand that had stuck to your skin.

It had been so long since you last danced, truly danced.

You had left the crowd a few minutes ago, having worked up a sweat and burning lungs. Aching knees accompanied you on your silent walk to the shore.

You sighed, letting yourself truly breathe for the first time today. The day you have spent with your family was one you could only have dreamt of, and thinking about it actually made you realize that this was time you had been alone since the morning. You could hardly believe that just a few hours ago, you were still inside that cave. That the sun still had yet to touch you, that you had yet seen another human without that blue skin.

You plop down onto the sand, huffing and catching yourself with your hands as you cross your legs.

The crunching of sand is heard next to you, and instinctively, you look back to where it came from. Your heart almost sank in your chest as you stared at the dark and tall figure beside you. It almost began to beat out of your chest, rising and thumping in your ears. But that figure only sat down besides you, and it stopped.

Namor.

Your breath finally catches again, and you roll your eyes at him.

“What?” He asks, taking note of your huff. You shake your head and look away from him, scooching your knees closer to your chest and grasping the shawl you wore tight.

“I can’t believe you.” You try to say seriously, giggles escaping between syllables.

“What?” He pleads, voice becoming more concerned. He leans in closer to you, tilting his head and furrowing his brows.

You continue to laugh. “What!” He keeps insisting.

“Did you know?” You finally manage to ask.You had looked back at him, a stupid smile on your face.

Namor looks shocked, but soon enough, a smile of his own appears. A real smile. It was soft, the corners of hips lips rising, cheeks lifting just enough to reach the bottom of his eyes.

“Know what?” He asks, shoulders nudging yours as he scooches in closer to you.

“That I had family here. I feel like you must have.” You reply, doing your best attempt to stare him down. “You creepy, crazy stalker.” You joke.

His eyes widen, jaw going slack, before howling in laughter and throwing his head back. You explode in giggles as well. The sound of the music, waves crashing, the rustling of the trees, and your laughter; it all felt so familiar. Like you’ve been here with him before. Like home.

When it finally died down, you both fell into a comfortable quiet. The cold of the air sends shivers down your spine, your hands going cold and hard as you tried to wrap your fingers in the thick shawl you wore. It didn’t work as well as you wanted, but Namors body heat certainly helped.

He hummed a tune you couldn’t quite place as you listened to the far off music still blaring on the speaker. It felt peaceful. The waves weren’t crashing and fighting each other for dominance as they did the night you left. The moon was out, no clouds hiding it from the endless sea below it. Something about the calm made you feel vulnerable. Like you wanted to tell the man sitting beside you every trouble you've ever faced.

You tilted your head to him, shifting your gaze from where the moonlight met the water and to him.

The profile you had grown to love in the time you had known him was there to greet you. And your heart went soft.

“You know, when I first got here, I didn’t even know where I was.” You suddenly began to tell him, the words escaping you before you could even process them.

“Oh?” Namor hums in response. What do you mean?

“When I fell, I didn’t know who that girl was. What beach I was on. I only knew that it felt like I’ve been there-here! before. And then I saw my tia, I ate her food. And everything came rushing back to me.” You explain, your cheek squished against the knee closest to your chest.

“Do you remember how I said there was always this.. song in my head when I was near the ocean?”

He nods, face stern and serious.

“Well, I always thought it was always there. On a constant loop like a broken record. But… being here made me remember it stopped once. It was a long time ago, the last time I had been here in fact. Which is…,”You sigh, thinking about the past time before resuming, “I had been walking along the shore at night, trying to resist that call from jumping into the water and trying to calm myself and sense— my own body that had been betraying me— until it went quiet. It was so sudden that I didn’t even realize until a few minutes after.

“I remember feeling such relief— such joy at the silence and peace. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I ran to my mother immediately, and cried in her arms as I repeatedly said ‘it's gone! it’s gone!’.” Your eyes began to burn, the corners blurring as you continued, “ She held me until I slept. But only when I woke up did it come back— there’s nothing I can say to describe my disappointment and sadness when it came back.”

You pause, catching your breath and composing yourself. Your voice did not waver, you spoke clearly, but the sudden weight that had lifted from your chest shook you to your core. You can’t remember the last time you told someone that, and at the same beach and ocean you stood before when it happened. Your fingertips buzzed and skin covered itself with chills as it remembered that past sadness and the sudden feeling of vulnerability.

“There’s something about this beach, about this sea in front of me, that makes it stop. And i would give anything to find what it is.”

Namor stays quiet, his eyes gone dark and serious. pain flashed behind those eyes of his as his jaw went tight at your words. you sniffled, turning your head back to the sea before you.

Silence built around you. It surrounded the place in which you sat, the cloudy feeling almost letting you sink into your thoughts if it were not for the warmth of his skin against yours. Shoulder to shoulder he finally speaks.

“And the song? How long has it been there?” His voice was gruff, as if clogged and pained. Almost like that lump that clogged your throat before crying had taken hold of him.

“Since I can remember actually, but it's been quite ever since I met you. When I saw Talokan, I heard it. But it was different then. It didn't call for me, didn’t beg for me to go find it and make me want to rip my skin off of my bones. But instead it welcomed me almost. It sang brighter, more beautifully. Those strings in my mind that played on land were coarse and rough, but beneath the water and in that blue light it was smooth and enchanting. I don’t think anything can compare. If that is what was waiting for me, I would always go back.” You tell him. Your voice is light and friendly, but you were the most serious you have been since you met him.

Namor only looked at you. Eyes misty and full of some kind of pain you knew you could not describe. A pain and longing you could only feel and know to be older than time itself. That tug inside your heart and soul told you he knew, that he wanted to say but couldn’t. That he could explain everything but can’t. There’s a key to his heart, the one he wants to expose and let you hold so badly but cannot. Not until he’s ready.

You see it. The way his lips twitched into a small smile as the pain that flashed in his dark eyes got pushed back into those depths it rose from.

Namor was not one for words. Or at least not with you.

You’ve seen him talk with ease and a confidence that you knew suited the title of Serpent God. His booming voice was loud and strong as he spoke to the women who took care of you in that cave. He was always so serious and stern when you saw him work, words flowed quickly and smoothly from his lips without missing a beat . But when it came to you, his words seemed to fail. As if everything in his mind went blank at the sight of you and the only way to express understanding was touch.

Touch. His favorite thing.

His large hand reaches towards you. Fingers combing through yours as they stilled from their curling action. His calloused hand held yours in a firm grip and held on tightly. You let it happen.

His touch, his body, his air, and mere presence warmed your once shivering body underneath that cold moonlight. The expanse of the endless sea before your eyes didn’t seem so big anymore, at least not with him there with you.

The beating of the waves and the music your family played only got louder— a familiar tune reaching your ears and you almost jumped.

You turned your head to the distant light of people still dancing.

“What’s wrong?” Namor asks, a bit stunned at your sudden movement.

“I love this song.” You simply respond, a smile on your face as you look back to him.

“Do you?”

You hum a quick yes.

“Tell me, what is it about?” He requests, voice so gentle and quiet, you wouldn't have been able to hear if his lips were not so close to yours.

You gulp, staring into his eyes.

You've probably stared into the eyes of thousands of people, but with him— it made you realize how truly intimate it is.

“It’s uh- about a man. He hears a woman's voice on the radio one night and falls in love with her. And he spends every day looking for her, clicking through every station every day in hopes to hear her voice at least once more. He’s desperate , says he looks to the sky and stars for her. Sleepless. Desvelado.” You tell him.

“Like you and the song from the sea. Only you’re searching for the end.”

His reply shocks you. But there’s a faint knowing twinkle in his eye. That look from before.

“I think I may have found it.”

You both smile one last time. Your head leans into his shoulder— his own falling atop yours soon enough— as you fall back into a comfortable quiet. Your arm hugging his as the warmth of his body seeps into yours.

You dreamt about him that night. Recalling how your hearts burned brighter than the moonlight, brighter than the sun.

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— BASICS

Name: Gabriel Aurelio Morelos, goes by Gabe. Age / D.O.B.: 39 / March 29, 1984. Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cisman, he / him / his, unlabeled and uncaring. Hometown: Michoacán, Mexico. Affiliation: Gang member (the Cortázar Cartel). Job position: Bouncer at the Cancún, drug trafficker and dealer for the Cortázar Cartel, wannabe wildlife rehabilitator (watch the magic happen when he finds an abandoned animal). Education: Completed schooling up until the age of 15, acquired a GED at age 20. Relationship status: Single, divorced. Children: Two children with two different women (Isabella, five, with Kamilah Marques, second and eldest child TBD). Positive traits: Compassionate (mainly to animals), efficient, firm, loyal, stoic. Negative traits: Calculating, critical, impatient, mechanical, sordid.

— BIOGRAPHY (CONTENT WARNING: mentions of drugs (trafficking and dealing), attempted murder, actual murder)

Born in Michoacán, Mexico in 1984, Gabriel had a troubled but ultimately loving family.  While divorce affected his family, it ultimately gave him his half-brother and entirely new family members to love.  Life wasn’t perfect, they struggled greatly with poverty and moving to a new home was routine, but he learned to take it all in stride.  With community came unyielding loyalty for those who earned his trust and affections.

At the age of 18, he moved from Michoacán, Mexico to New York, New York.  Initially, he had the plan to finish the rest of his schooling and pursue a degree in veterinary medicine.  Unfortunately, he fell into the wrong crowd early on in 2003.  This crowd is best known as the Cortázar Cartel.  It started as casual, or as casual as it could be, pushing drugs and dealing to customers to help make ends meet.  Around this time, he met a woman who he would quickly fall in love with.

For the next ten years, life was what one would expect it to be when involved in the Cortázars.  He got married and had a child, yet his loyalty didn’t remain strictly to them.  He balanced being a family man and a prominent drug trafficker / dealer as best as he could, despite the chaos that came with such a lifestyle that the latter presented.  But, it was fool’s hope to expect that he could ever find such a balance.  Divorce came in late 2013 / early 2014.

It gets worse before it gets better, as they say, and Gabriel is no stranger to that cruel fact of life.  For awhile, he was homeless, so he threw himself deep into his duties for the Cortázar Cartel.  His cut from trafficking and pushing went primarily to his ex-wife and child before it ever went to himself, wanting to ensure that they were cared for.  Living on the streets, though, just isn’t for the faint of heart.  On a warm summer’s night in 2015 came a robbery gone rogue because it’s easy to kick a man while he’s already down.  A fight for the few material possessions he had left resulted in a stabbing, a near-fatal puncture in his chest that he wears the scar from to this day.  He sought help but he did not seek law enforcement because he knew, knows, that there was nothing they could do for a man like him.

In 2016, he took matters into his own hand, finding the person responsible for his near death.  In an act of revenge, a way to establish that he was not to be fucked with, he claimed a man’s life.  Eye for an eye.  The blood on his hands wasn’t unfamiliar, yet it was so fucking different than the violence he was used to.  To this day, he doesn’t discuss it.

Late 2010s brought him his second child.  It could only get better from here, right? It did.  He got a job as a bouncer at the Cancún in 2018, eventually finding the stability needed to get his own apartment and care for his children outside of financial means.

Now, in 2023, he’s hardworking and diligent for the Cortázars, keeping shit straight at the Cancún with his no bullshit policy and ensuring that the drug money flows in as expected.  He’s a familiar face in riots if you happen to pay attention, but he otherwise frequents your local animal shelters and exotic pet stores, often with his two children.  Because ya just can’t take the nature / animal lover out of a vicious fighter and drug pusher.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

Customers: This is just a given.  If your muse did or still actively does drugs to any capacity, chances are Gabe dealt to them or still does.  This could be a casual one-off sorta deal, or your muse is a regular customer for him. Ex-wife: This is the mother of his first child and a woman he met around the time he first came to New York City at the age of 18.  They were together for about 10 years or so, had a child and got married in this time, and eventually fell apart; resulting in divorce.  Reasons for their divorce and other deets of their relationship can be discussed. (0/1) Baby mamas: Ages, genders, and other details for the kids can be worked out.  Again, the mother to his first child is his ex-wife, however the second child came after their divorce.  This could have been from another committed relationship, a random one night stand, etc.  He is actively involved in his children’s lives either way.  No deadbeat vibes here. (1/2) Roommate: New York City is expensive, he wants a nice apartment, but doesn’t quite have nice apartment money after all the other expenses come out.  This led to the need for a roommate.  This is ideally someone who is either a civilian or Cortázar affiliated to prevent any ugly situations but I’m open to all possibilities! Must be okay with his kids and exotic pets (not really, but it'd sure help). (0/1) Half-brother: Su hermano, partner in crime (figuratively or literally), etc etc.  His brother can be older or younger than him, and involvement with the Cortázars is up to you.  While they only share one parent, they’re quite close.  Keep in mind the FC used for this connection should be of Mexican/Indigenous descent.  Because there aren’t many actors of Purépecha descent, a half-brother plot works best. (0/1) Adversaries: [Barney voice] He’s wronged you, you wronged him, we’re a (un)happy faaaaaamily.  Deets can be worked out as we plot.  Given the nature of the beast, he’s likely brushed up against many people the wrong way because of his involvement with the Cortázars.  As a general rule, he’s apprehensive and inherently dislikes other gangs until given a reason otherwise. Cortázar connects: This is, for all intents and purposes, his found family.  He tries very hard to not step on toes with his affiliates and has a profound respect for many of the members.  This doesn’t mean it’s sunshine and rainbows, it never is or will be in a gang, but he’s proved his devotion to the Cortázar Cartel many times and that he would die for the cause if it comes down to it. Person who patched him up: Immediately after his attack, Gabe sought medical help, though it's unlikely he went to the emergency room for this. Most likely he went to a medic or similarly savvy person, either in the Cortázar Cartel or otherwise, that he could trust to essentially save his life. An interesting idea would be a medical-savvy member from a rival gang helping him instead of leaving him for dead. (0/1) People who let him crash at their place: What it says on the tin. He was homeless for about three years, so he would've couch-hopped pretty frequently and stayed with whoever would let him for short bursts.

[lgbtcorp]

lena's exes.

first there was andrea.

they weren't girlfriends, no they'd never label it. they grew up together, fought their way through boarding school and catholic nuns breathing down their necks. it was them against the world for years. andrea had the confidence to do and say whatever she wanted, and the money to back herself up; she brought Iena out of her shell and out of the introvert prison IiIIian had penned her into. they went to bars, flew to paris, sipped margaritas in cancún and barolo in northern italy. a betrayal and a move breaks Iena's heart this time.

then there was jack.

he was sweet, but it was never enough. initially a mild irritant, but one that became a balm when finals week came careening round the corner every year. they spent days locked away in his garage, nights sipping through martinis and aged scotch. why doesn't this work? because we aren't alike, lena. do you like me? not in the way i want to. huh, i guess we're more alike than you thought then. liIIian was happier knowing she was toeing the line, and the rare news story painted the perfect young-genius couple. jack spent his evenings with football players and hockey jocks, and lena doubled down on the science. beards have a way of comforting you sometimes.

veronica came next.

heady, hard, toxic. the grasp of a chin and the swat of a hand, you like this, don't you? boarding school was never their time — Iena was so wrapped up in andrea that there was never any time for anyone else. nationaI city rekindles an old friendship that twists itself into something unpalatable. veronica is cold, wants a pretty thing on her arm, and it's more about sex than anything. (it's entirely about sex.) Iena cuts it off when veronica heads down a darker road.

sam, after that.

a 3am off-chance meeting as the I-corp conglomerate stretches itself out and devours a neighbouring company. there are two people in the office and dedication blossoms into a job offer. hey, want a job? CFO? it's as easy as that. sam has the necessary credentials and a professional pride that Iena can admire. it starts easy — late nights, long days, a couple scotches between friends and a daily debrief, but that quickly shifts to stress relief, which morphs into... care. reign is a test, and Iena loves tests. does she count as an ex when it hasn't fallen apart yet? pessimism begets pessimism.

kara is an unknowable.

she doesn't belong on this list. it's a maybe-there, maybe-someday, maybe-dashed-with-lies.

[annafshr]

Unveiling Paradise: A Travel Guide to Tulum and Cancún

Welcome to the dazzling Mexican Caribbean, where two iconic destinations, Tulum and Cancún, beckon with their pristine beaches, turquoise waters, and ancient Mayan ruins. Nestled on the Yucatán Peninsula, Tulum and Cancún offer an enchanting blend of rich history, natural beauty, and vibrant nightlife. In this travel guide, we will uncover the wonders of these coastal paradises, providing you with an itinerary that combines cultural exploration, outdoor adventures, and relaxation on some of the most breathtaking beaches in the world. Get ready to embark on an unforgettable journey through Tulum and Cancún!

I. Tulum

Exploring the Ancient Ruins:

Discover the cliffside ruins of Tulum, overlooking the Caribbean Sea.

Learn about the Mayan civilization and its fascinating history.

Wander through the Temple of the Frescoes and El Castillo.

Take in panoramic views from the cliffside and relax on the nearby beach.

Enjoying Tulum's Beaches:

Bask in the sun on the powdery white sands of Tulum's pristine beaches.

Swim in the crystal-clear waters of the Caribbean Sea.

Explore beachside cenotes (natural sinkholes) for a refreshing dip.

Indulge in beachfront yoga classes or relaxing spa treatments.

Cenote Exploration:

Dive into the mesmerizing underground world of cenotes.

Visit Gran Cenote, Dos Ojos, or Cenote Calavera for an unforgettable snorkeling or diving experience.

Discover the stalactite formations and hidden caves in these natural wonders.

Take a refreshing swim in the cool, crystal-clear waters.

Tulum Pueblo:

Immerse yourself in the bohemian charm of Tulum Pueblo.

Stroll along the vibrant streets filled with boutique shops, art galleries, and local eateries.

Sample delicious Mexican cuisine, including fresh seafood and authentic tacos.

Experience the lively nightlife with beachside bars and live music venues.

II. Cancún

Relaxing on the Beaches:

Indulge in the world-famous beaches of Cancún, with their soft, white sands and azure waters.

Sunbathe, swim, or take part in various water sports like jet skiing, parasailing, or paddleboarding.

Explore the nearby Isla Mujeres or Cozumel for snorkeling and diving adventures.

Visiting El Rey Ruins:

Discover the ancient Mayan ruins of El Rey in the heart of Cancún's Hotel Zone.

Explore the archaeological site and marvel at the intricate stone carvings.

Learn about the history and significance of this Mayan settlement.

Enjoying Ecotourism:

Take a day trip to the nearby Xcaret Park or Xel-Há Park.

Experience a blend of nature, culture, and adventure with activities like snorkeling, swimming with dolphins, and zip-lining.

Explore the lush jungles, cenotes, and underground rivers that make this region unique.

Nightlife and Entertainment:

Experience Cancún's vibrant nightlife scene.

Dance the night away at the energetic nightclubs and beach clubs.

Enjoy live music performances, traditional Mexican dance shows, or comedy clubs.

III. Nearby Excursions

Chichén Itzá:

Embark on a day trip to the iconic archaeological site of Chichén Itzá.

Witness the majestic pyramid of El Castillo (Temple of Kukulcan) and other impressive structures.

Learn about Mayan mythology and astronomical knowledge.

Akumal:

Swim with sea turtles in the idyllic waters of Akumal.

Snorkel alongside these gentle creatures in their natural habitat.

Relax on the tranquil beaches or explore the nearby cenotes.

Cozumel:

Take a ferry to the island of Cozumel, known for its stunning reefs and marine life.

Dive into the world-renowned Palancar Reef or explore the Chankanaab eco-park.

Enjoy water activities like snorkeling, scuba diving, or deep-sea fishing.

Tulum and Cancún offer a captivating blend of history, natural beauty, and vibrant nightlife. From the ancient Mayan ruins of Tulum to the bustling beaches of Cancún, these destinations cater to a wide range of interests. Immerse yourself in the rich cultural heritage, dive into the mesmerizing cenotes, relax on the stunning beaches, and explore the nearby attractions. Tulum and Cancún are waiting to enchant you with their undeniable allure and leave you with unforgettable memories of paradise on the Mexican Caribbean.

[vintagedolls]

Timeless Elegance By the Sea: Kempinski Hotel Cancun

Experience remarkable European flair in Kempinski's first foray into Mexico's luxury resort scene: Kempinski Hotel Cancun.

With a passion for European luxury with a Mexican sense of place, Kempinski Hotel Cancun offers the perfect escape for true renewal. The premier hotel is renowned for its discerning commitment to hospitality of the highest caliber. Guests are welcomed by lush foliage and sumptuous views of the Caribbean Sea nestled atop a velvet white-sand beach.

Those seeking memorable culinary experiences will not be disappointed - two highly acclaimed restaurants, Fantino and The Club Grill, provide diners with Mexican-Mediterranean fare paired with champagne and jazz entertainment. And for lovers of tequila, D-Lounge offers more than 100 varieties per seating.

Fantino

Experience an unforgettable culinary journey at Fantino, the award-winning Mediterranean gem. Indulge your senses with its signature dishes such as succulent filet mignon and delicate parmesan gnocchi from a carefully crafted menu. On special occasions, guests opt for exclusive fine dining in Petit Fantino's private room for that extra bit of sophistication.

The Club Grill

Allow The Club Grill to take you on a captivating gustatory journey, where flavorful locally-sourced ingredients are transformed into artfully prepared dishes that will enthrall your palate. An ambiance resplendent with timeless elegance and refined interiors enhances the intimate dining experience while live jazz piano music serenades your senses - making this an unforgettable culinary adventure.

D-Lounge

D-Lounge offers astonishing views of palm trees and the crystal-clear Caribbean Sea from its expansive windows. Guests can savour freshly prepared nigiri, sashimi, and sushi rolls. Enhance your evening while you lounge with a diverse selection of premium tequila & classic cocktails and enjoy the soulful sounds of the live entertainment.

The Caribe Bar & Grill

Get a taste of the Caribbean with The Caribe Bar & Grill. The picturesque seafront restaurant offers an unbeatable atmosphere during the day and spectacular vibes at night. Guests can savor divinely-crafted meals while enjoying soulful sounds from lapping waves. Feast on local flavor-infused lunches such as ceviches, salads and light snacks or enjoy evening delicacies sizzling off the grill - it's sure to tantalize your tastebuds. You can also order items from The Caribe Bar & Grill to eat poolside or in your private cabana.

Rooms & Suites

The luxurious rooms and suites overlook the ocean, inviting guests to relax on their private balcony with a refreshing flute of champagne as they take in not only the blue skies above but also shades of sapphire dazzling off its glassy surface below. The lobby and common areas are inspired by a timeless classical style while our coastal-inspired hideaway remains modernly refined, boasting neutral grey hues mixed with tranquil blues throughout. As you continue to explore your room, you'll discover a marble bathroom stocked with Salvatore Ferragamo products to complete your vacation experience.

KAYANTÁ Spa

Kayantá means "renewal" in Mayan, which is how guests will feel after treatment at Kayantá Spa. The relaxing oasis showcases custom treatments inspired by traditional Mayan healing rituals. These ancient Mayan therapies are adapted to a modern aesthetic where guests can destress and unwind. You can also enjoy the comfort of the newly-renovated fitness center along with numerous facilities for recreation including tennis court, beach-side cabanas and lounges, and kids' club.

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Unrivaled amenities will promise an unforgettable stay for even the most distinguished guests; from world-class cuisine that harks back to centuries-old Mexican culinary traditions, to sophisticated spa services uniquely tailored with local flavors and ingredients, to highly trained bilingual staff. As a premium, five-star property in Cancún, Kempinski Hotel Cancún stands out as the ultimate example of leisurely luxury living. Make this hotel your choice and you will be selecting ultimate serenity along with quality service.

A special thank you to everyone who made our stay so remarkable:

General Manager Aref, Social Media Manager Ramon

Concierge Mike, The Ladies in Red: Sara & Danitza, Martha our housekeeper

Alvaro at Fantino, Williams & Jorge at The Club Bar & Grill, Edgar, Itzel, & Dimitri at The Caribe Bar, Blanca & Laura at D-Lounge, Ulises at our cabana, Nazarely & Alberto at El Café Mexicano

Yenny, Ivonne, Grecia, Fabiola, & Noe at Kayantá Spa

[rhythm86radio]

ILLENIUM’s Destination Festival, Ember Shores, Returns to Cancún for Massive Sophomore Year

ILLENIUM’s Destination Festival, Ember Shores, Returns to Cancún for Massive Sophomore Year

Having made its debut in Cancún last year, ILLENIUM’s idyllic destination music festival, Ember Shores, recently returned for yet another successful event. Bringing a sweltering wave of melodic bass to the seaside Mexican destination, Ember Shores took place over three days and nights from December 2-4. Ravers making the trip took in three unique stages and an expertly curated lineup that…