#claro siblings

[creator-from-hel]

I may have found the Claro's latest designs and took it as an excuse to talk about my universe so here we go~

These three exist in two different universes, both fantasy-typed, one medieval-typed and the other more modern if not wholly futuristic, so there are minor differences in backstory and MAJOR differences in evolution

So let's present these three idiots (both affectionnate and derogatory)

The claro siblings, in order of designs Baku, Mairù and Akira, are among my most powerful character in all universes they appear in. Mairù is quite literally a reluctant prophet, to tell you the truth, and the twins are black mages.

Black magic deserves a whole other rant on my main blog tbh but let's put that aside

They went through a lot of shit and probably were among the character that got their backstory rewrote the most. At the time, Baku and Akira weren't even twins, they were two parts of a horribly cliché system created by little emo me, that fortunately realised the error of their ways

The current version is a watered down version of the one they held the most, but let's just say we got here an horribly dysfunctionnal family, terrible usage of magic, Akira being in coma almost braindead for the first 8 years of her life because her soul was too weak to wake up and for the most part fused with Baku's, and Mairù isolated from his peers since his mother died in childbirth. Funny isn't it ?

In both universes their starting personnality stays the same, sooo.

Let's start with Baku. Probably the luckiest out of the three at the beginning. I mentionned Mairù's mom died in childbirth ? Their father resented his first son for it and completely coddled Baku for like five years. And then his mother, the new wife in here only for power, took advantage of Mairù deep resentment to put the siblings against each other and try to unlock Baku's magic potential. Painfully.

He resents his brother for it since Mairù, forced, took part in that, but developped a soft and gentle personnality. Baku, in his normal state, is simply incapable to even hurt a fly, and had a tendency to let people trample on him before meeting Lina, who helped him gain assurance.

The main problem of his personnality is caused by Akira themselves, but I'll come back to that later.

He's a healer, and a powerful one. His black magic granted him immortality (he absolutely hates it but won't ever be able to ask someone to kill him directly), but his main power is mostly powerful healing spells, able to withstand the course of an epidemy or partially recover someone's eyesight. Powers that he takes very seriously, and in the beginning of each story he's studying to be a doctor.

He's also the most emotionnaly mature of his siblings. Very empathic and perceptive of his environment, serial shipper and an excellent listener, he's the best friend people could ever have. Mostly.

Mairù, now. And oh boi do I have things to say.

Mairù's species is basically called "masters of magic". Yep, litteraly. Other termes employed are magister magicae, cycle change harbingers, and Creator's prophets. Those creatures are only born one every couple centuries at most, and each time they're tracked, worshipped, or took part in big ass historic events. See the weight he has to bear ?

Mairù never wanted to be a prophet. He's just a guy whose mother died birthing him, whose dad absolutely hates and whose stepmom tried to manipulate him into her weapon. Isolated since birth, he's unaware of many things in the world, which is both an advantage since everything the others took for granted he could be critical about, and an inconvenient.

His main problems are that one of the characteristics from his race is that the powerful magic he bears basically destroys him from the inside, eating away his organs resulting in numerous organ failures and mental ilnesses (he's probably borderline by the standards of our world), and his social isolation made everything worse. His attachments to people are violently powerful. Especially love.

In Lysara, he gets worse and worse every rejection, to the point where he thinks people only see him as a tool or a monster (and the monster part gets... somewhat true at some point) while ignoring his extremely gay for him partner in war crimes Kal'Dithryon right next to him. In Azilis, he's already really bad since Azilis's Empire put more weight on his prophet status than the Divine Mandate in Lysara, and has to relearn EVERYTHING after a huge ass shock.

Despite that, he still has a strong personnality. Straight in his boots, confident in his opinions (less on himself, he always ends up hating every fiber of his being at some point), sarcastic little bitch and a litteral genius in physics and generally science (he ends up being the LITTERAL GOD of science in Lysara), he's also a fucking idiot in emotions. His are strong af because mental illness, but he can't understand other people's.

Some examples ?

In Lysara, Kal is gay as hell for him since a LONG time because Mairù is the only one he can rely on, and he didn't see that AT ALL. Lina, his ex-qpp in the current version, broke up with him because they grew apart, she got closer from Baku and he from Asura, but he took that at not being good enough. He also couldn't see said Asura huge ass crush on him until somewhere during the war, and realised Desire, his current partner, was REALLY interested in him like. Seven years after she KISSED HIM.

In Azilis, that's more tragic. He couldn't see coming the litteral worship his army created on him, took for granted Asura's affection to the point where he used it to obtain someting decisive (obviously she would NOT resent him for it /sarc), didn't get the signs Lina, here just a comrade, was deeply afraid of him and so on, and so on.

And now, Akira.

The worst one of the three.

Akira is Baku's twin in the current version. Problem ? Lore's (their mother) black magic fused their souls together in the womb and Baku got the most part. Akira, who was baptised under an other name at birth for information, was in coma for the first eight years of his life, but his part of the soul gradually got more conscious to the point where he was communicating with Baku in his head, and both being trapped in another's body and the fact Baku possessed more and more of their common soul grounds made him grew increasingly frustrated.

The occasion to free himself came after Baku's biggest shock, following three years of being the target of inhumane spells and experimentation. Trying to shut himself from the pain, Baku inconsciously let the common part of the soul to his sibling and Akira finally gained enough power to awaken in his own body for the first time.

Problem ? He was still feeling incomplete. So his solution for that was trying to seek serotonine and adrenaline. and the best combo was revenge.

He attempted to kill both his mother and his big brother, revealing at the same point his black mage powers, among the most terrifying : He's what the people call a nightmare harbinger, a master of fears and eternal sleep, power extremely rare and dangerous even among black mages. A gift dangerous enough for the timeline overseer of his world to intervene and put him to sleep again, forcefully waking Baku up.

After that everything went downhill. Baku acquired by the common grounds of the soul the nightmare harbinger's powers, and Akira tried everything in his reach to wake up again and feel something. He got so murderous than the confrery had to use a powerful sealing ritual to kill him without reporting his part of the soul on Baku.

He didn't actually died, tho. His part of the sould was sealed away, and in both worlds served as exchange goods for a very needed service (not gonna elaborate). Akira became a sealed soul, and was able to grew up further apart of Baku, developping his own feelings and realising he's nonbinary (having taken his chosen name way before. Idiot /affectionate).

Problem ? Lina, who was the one sealing him away, made him fall in love almost instantly. And since it was the strongest emotion he ever felt... He started pursuing it. Putting Baku in danger and rekindling their soul link to an extreme in the pursuit of his love and happiness.

His dev took two wholly different directions depending on the universe. Starting in both as a murderous, emotionless brat discovering love, in Lysara, being idle for too long made him impatient, sassy and even more bratty, growing his sadistic side. In Azilis, tho, he took a path towards absolute cruelty for the sake of his goals, still emotionless but this time by will of ignoring grief and pain, and an EXCELLENT politician, willing to do whatever it takes, even waiting twenty years, to reach his ultimate goal.

She's still a manipulative, cunning bitch in desire of power and individuality tho.

[owl-falls-au-gravity-falls]

Would Lilith and Ford end up getting along like how Eda and Stan get along, like they’re both the older nerdier sibling, as supposed to their younger spunkier and outgoing sibling.

Like what would be their first expressions towards one another? And how would they bond?

Would Lilith and Ford end up getting along like how Eda and Stan get along, like they’re both the older nerdier sibling, as supposed to their younger spunkier and outgoing sibling. Like what would be their first expressions towards one another? And how would they bond? / ¿Lilith y Ford terminarían llevándose bien como lo hacen Eda y Stan?, como si ambos fueran el hermano mayor y más nerd, en comparación con su hermano menor, más valiente y extrovertido ¿Cuáles serían sus primeras expresiones el uno hacia el otro? ¿Y cómo se relacionarían?

IN ENGLISH

At first, it would be a bit awkward, since neither of them know how to have a normal conversation, but Lilith would clearly have things to say to Ford, since she heard how the fight between the two brothers went.

Sure they would get along, but the beginning of their interactions would be filled with lectures from Lillith about not turning her back on her brother again.

And obviously, both brothers are overprotective of their younger siblings because they love them so much.

EN ESPAÑOL

Al principio, seria algo incomodo, ya que ninguno de los dos sabe como entablar una conversación normal, pero Lilith claramente tendría cosas que decirle a Ford, ya que ella escuchó como fue la pelea entre ambos hermanos.

Claro que se llevarían bien, pero el comienzo de sus interacciones estaría llena de sermones de Lillith sobre no darle la espalda a su hermano otra vez

Y obviamente, ambos hermanos sobreprotegen a sus hermanos menores porque los quieren mucho.

[zmarylou]

 → QUEM É MARY-LOUISE? Mary-Louise Beckett é uma semideusa carismática, resiliente e profundamente devota. Ela idolatra o pai e se esforça para honrar seu nome através de suas ações e feitos. Acredita que sua missão é mostrar-se digna da atenção e orgulho de seu pai, o que a motiva a se voluntariar para inúmeras missões, sempre em busca de provar seu valor e conquistar honra para o chalé número 1, dedicado a Zeus. Mary-Louise já enfrentou desafios enormes, incluindo a perda de uma perna, agora substituída por uma prótese. Sua força de vontade e disciplina a ajudaram a se adaptar a essa nova realidade e a continuar lutando, mesmo quando as coisas parecem impossíveis. Sua coragem não é a ausência de medo, mas a capacidade de enfrentá-lo e seguir em frente, mesmo quando tudo parece desmoronar. abaixo do read more você vai encontrar algumas cnns disponíveis com Mary Louise, do chale I, filha de Zeus e líder da equipe vermelha de arco e flecha:

FRIENDSHIP:

FOLLOW YOU: @littlfrcak @apavorantes "Vou te seguir até o fim, onde quer que você vá, vou te seguir até seu momento mais baixo. Eu sempre estarei por perto onde quer que a vida te leve." Desde a missão para procurar pelo grimório de Hécate, Mary, Sasha e Bishop criaram um vínculo único e precioso, não há nada que a filha de Zeus não faria por eles que a salvaram da morte duas vezes.

GONNA GET BETTER: MUSA B passou por muita coisa e Mary sempre esteve ao lado dela. MUSA B enfrentou tempos difíceis e nunca quis falar sobre isso com Mary, com medo de que ela se afastasse por causa das circunstâncias. No entanto, Mary não é do tipo que desiste facilmente dos amigos. Ela tranquiliza MUSA B dizendo que as coisas vão melhorar e que ela se recusa a estar em qualquer lugar que não seja ao lado dela quando a vida começar a melhorar.

BEST FRIEND: Mary e MUSA B/C/D são como unha e carne. Eles passam muito tempo juntos, estão sempre se incentivando mutuamente e se divertem muito sempre que saem. Mary definitivamente considera eles como seus amigos para a vida toda.

SMILING WHEN I DIE: @mcronnie+ @d4rkwater Mary viveu o que muitas pessoas chamariam de uma vida bastante tediosa. Ela nunca teve muitas experiências enquanto crescia. Agora, aos 25 anos, está tentando evitar uma quase crise de meia-idade. Ronnie/Joseph tem um espírito aventureiro e está sempre convidando Mary para participar de suas aventuras. Eles podem não passar muito tempo juntos fora dessas aventuras, mas os dois fazem memórias duradouras que, com sorte, ficarão com eles por um bom tempo.

ME & MY GIRLS: Não há ninguém com quem Mary se sinta mais à vontade do que com MUSA B/C/D. A amizade deles consiste em brunches, festas do pijama, encontros para tomar café, chamadas de vídeo em grupo, etc. Mary adora sentar e assistir filmes, ouvir música e, claro, fofocar. MUSA B/C/D dão a ela a confiança para ser realmente ela mesma e não a pessoa tímida e desajeitada que outros conhecidos podem ver.

SIBLINGS THAT ARE CLOSE: @zeusraynar "E quando você me ligar precisando de mim por perto, dizendo 'onde você foi?' Irmão, eu estou bem aqui." Sabe aquele tipo básico de irmãos que são melhores amigos? Eles confiam um no outro mais do que em qualquer outra pessoa e estão sempre lá sempre que precisam um do outro.

BAD INFLUENCE: @deathpoiscn Amigos incomuns, Josh é completamente o oposto de Mary e está constantemente a incentivando a fazer coisas ruins (drogas, festas, trapaças, etc.).

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS: Amigos desde os tempos de fraldas, pode ser uma conexão de irmão/irmã ou irmã/irmã, detalhes a combinar.

ENEMIES:

I CAN DO IT BETTER: @kittybt "Pare, do que você está falando? Tire meu nome bonito da sua boca." Mary e Kitty absolutamente se odeiam. Esta é uma daquelas rivalidades antigas que vêm de família, já que Kitty é filha de Hades e Mary é filha de Zeus. Elas estão constantemente competindo pelas menores coisas e nunca se deram bem.

FAKE FRIENDS: Elas são gentis uma com a outra na frente, agem como amigas, mas estão constantemente falando mal uma da outra.

FRIENDS TO ENEMY: Um par de pessoas que eram amigas até certo ponto, mas ou perceberam que nunca gostaram realmente uma da outra ou uma simplesmente abandonou a outra.

ENEMIES BECAUSE OF A FRIEND: Um amigo é inimigo da pessoa mencionada, então elas também se consideram inimigas (não sei se isso faz sentido??).

PLATONIC/ROMANTIC:

CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS: Uma trama onde MUSA A e MUSA B são amigos desde a infância. De vez em quando, eles tinham um caso de uma noite, mas nunca se permitiram avançar para algo mais do que apenas amigos. Agora, como adultos que estão descobrindo que o mundo dos relacionamentos não é tão fácil quanto seus pais faziam parecer, MUSA A e MUSA B estão se vendo com mais frequência. Eventualmente, MUSA A começa a namorar alguém novo e passa cada vez menos tempo com MUSA B. Estou falando de ciúmes, tensão!!! MUSA B percebendo que talvez tenha tido sentimentos por MUSA A o tempo todo, e MUSA A tendo que tomar decisões difíceis — continuar namorando essa nova pessoa ou magoar MUSA B!!! Eu vivo por drama, por favor!

TE ESPERANDO (Luan Santana): “E eu vou estar te esperando nem que já esteja velhinha gagá, com noventa, viúva, sozinha não vou me importar. Vou ligar, te chamar pra sair, namorar no sofá. Nem que seja além dessa vida, eu vou estar te esperando” Mary e MUSE B se conheceram quando eram adolescentes, mas na época os dois estavam em outros relacionamentos, e o negócio todo ficou na amizade. Perderam contato, mas voltaram à se encontrar no acampamento, onde Muse B estava solteiro, mas Mary estava com Cartér. Continuaram amigos. Atualmente, no entanto, Mary e MUSE B se reencontraram mais uma vez, e para a surpresa, ambos estão solteiros. Será que agora vai?

OUTRAS:

good influence ;; best friend who look out for each other and often act as a conscience to each other.

friendzoned ;; dun dun duh, a friend who wanted to be something more but was denied.

mutual crushes ;; either they both have feelings for each other that is p obvious but aren’t ready to take the next step. or it can be one sided or both could be completely oblivious to the other liking them.

ex-inimigos, agora amigos: muse 1 e muse 2 não iam um com a cara do outro, mas depois que se conheceram viram que aquilo era uma bobagem e hoje são amigos.

[anotherwvba]

Finding Your Place, pt. 4

Early Wednesday evening in the WVBA Academy Gym was a time for classes and training. Most of the WVBA roster preferred the morning or afternoon if they trained on campus, but the majority of hopefuls worked first shift jobs in Atlanta and then trained in the evening. Of course, that didn’t mean the gym wasn’t devoid of WVBA fighters.

“Oi, Frenchie!” Aran Ryan shouted from one end of the row of treadmills to the other where Glass Joe was moving at a leisurely pace. “Ya plan to break a sweat or not? Ya movin’ slower than my sainted nan, an’ she’s been dead for 7 years! Hahahaha!”

Joe just shook his head, “You silly brute. Have you never heard of a warm-up?” Aran’s trash talk continued as Joe continued his calm jog, now putting a pair of wireless earbuds in to drown out the rude Irishman.

Elsewhere, the Hondo siblings were sparring in one of the rings under the watchful eye of their coach Piston Hurricane. Cutie was uncharacteristically slow in her movements, but a careful eye could see that she was mimicking King Hippo’s rather ironclad defense, one that her brother was having trouble penetrating.

“Patience, mi hijo,” Hurricane’s voice was firm and calm. “Pop the jab into her guard, but eyes open, claro? Hippo’s guard is strong, not impenetrable.”

“Hai, Hurricane-sensei.” Piston Hondo’s upper body movement was solid as he studied Cutie’s defenses. A sharp jab found a gap and Cutie’s cheek, snapping her head back.

Cutie smiled as she tightened her guard and started with some subtle head movements, “Way to go, onii-san! Keep it up… not that I’m going to make it easy.”

On the mats in a corner of the gym, near the doors, was a circle of local senior citizens, all gloved up with faces flush and smiles wide. Disco Kid, himself drenched in sweat, clapped his gloves together. “Alright, Senior Sluggers, good job! Let’s stretch it out and cool it down. Don’t want those muscles getting tight.”

The seniors followed along, laughter and chit chat bubbling amongst them as they stretched. Disco loved this. Watching others sharing in joy and fun, it fueled him. Especially through rough times. He’d lost a heartbreaker of a match against Piston Hondo last Saturday for a shot at the Minor Circuit Title. Now, he’d have to watch and hope he’d be able to fight the loser of that match sooner rather than later. But, Disco was able to lose himself in his Senior Sluggers class. He loved these guys and gals.

“Now, remember our motto and say it with me,” Disco held his gloved fists up in the air like he’d just won a hard fought bout and the seniors followed along. Then, together in one voice…

“Age is just a number when you’re livin’ in the groove!”

Yeah, I love this. Disco said bye to his various students as the class dispersed, filled with renewed energy. They got arthritis, sciatica, you name it, and none of that stops them from turning out every week. Man, I got no excuses. Just gotta…

“DAMN! STUPID! ANALOG! PIECE OF…”

The sudden shouts turned every head in the gym toward the speed bag stations. There, Allison Treape, Allie to her friends, was struggling with one of the bags. She stopped the bag with her hands and held it, her dropping to a whisper, “Do you not know who I am? My fiance is the World Champion. I’ve built machines that can rip off a man’s arm. If you think I’m going to let a silly shaped bag of air get the better of me, so help me…”

“How’s it hanging, Allie?” Disco’s voice startled Allie. She was so focused on her new nemesis that she didn’t notice Disco’s approach. His tone was light and there was an easy smile on his face, “Looks like the ol’ speed bag ain’t dancin’ to your beat today.”

In frustration, Allie slammed her wrapped fist into the bag, “You could say that.”

“I gotcha, girl,” Disco stepped to the side and folded his arms. “Show me whatcha’ doin’.”

“Okay.” Allie took a deep breath, stepped back, wiped her brow with the back of her hand, then went to work on the bag. She was hitting it hard, keeping a steady rhythm early. Then, the bag would wobble and, finally, spin erratically, completely ruining Allie’s flow and making her stop. With a low growl of frustration, she looked at Disco and motioned to the bag, “See?! This thing’s got it in for me.”

As the bag swayed, seemingly just to mock Allie, Disco chuckled a little, “Speed bags are tricky as all hell. It’s all about the sweet spot. The bag’s and yours. Watch. I’ll show you.”

Disco had pulled his gloves off and steadied the bag. Allie watched attentively as he started tapping the bag with steady, easy rhythm and energy. “Find the beat and keep the punches light. It’s a dance, not a fight. You want your fists kissing the bag, not trying to flatten it.”

“Equal and opposite reaction,” Allie nodded. “Why didn’t I realize that? Hit it too hard, it moves too fast. The less control I have, the less control it has.”

“Exactly, nerd,” Disco laughed lightly and Allie punched his arm with a grin. “Aight, little sis, what’s wrong?” Disco stopped the bag and Allie tossed him a towel. “You ain’t usually like this.”

Allie took a deep breath and leaned against the cool cinder block wall of the gym. “Mac and Doc left for England this morning and I’m just… I didn’t think I’d miss Mac like this so fast.”

“England?” Disco looked puzzled for a minute. “Why’d Mac and Doc go to England? And why couldn’t you go?”

“According to Mac, they are on a scouting trip with Gabby Jay.” Allie pushed herself off the wall and moved over to the speed bag, taking hold of it in her hands, “Don’t know why, but they said it was WVBA business and they wouldn’t have much down time.”

Slowly, Allie started tapping the bag as Disco watched, “That’s it, girl. Light and easy. Now, you know my boy ain’t stupid enough to mess around.”

“Oh God, no!” Allie laughed, nearly messing up her rhythm with the bag. She recovered quickly and started moving around the bag as her fists flew, “Paulie MacKenzie is a lot of things, but a ladies man isn’t one of them. No, I just… Since we got engaged, we’ve been inseparable, you know? I’ve traveled with him for every training camp, every fight. This is the longest we’ll be apart since he proposed.”

The bag now moved with ease and a steady beat. Allie duplicated Disco’s rapid flourish from the end of his little demonstration and slammed her right into the bag, a satisfied look on her face. “That’s my girl!” Disco smiled, hugging Allie’s shoulder tightly. “And I get it. But, you know Mac wouldn’t have gone without you if there was another choice.”

“I know,” Allie smiled and returned Disco’s hug. “Thanks, Luke.”

“I got you, sis,” Disco smiled.

Suddenly, the doors to the gym burst open. All eyes darted to see two large men from Facilities wheel in a massive wooden crate on a dolly. Letters stenciled on the side of the crate read “R.E.S.E. Mk. IV”.

“Looks like they got some new equipment for the gym.” Disco watched as the men struggled but, eventually, moved the crate to the floor. Movement caught Disco’s attention out of the corner of his eye. Allie was practically vibrating with giddy energy as the facilities crew went to work with a crowbar.

“I… I don’t believe it…” Allie’s voice was barely a whisper. “That can’t be…”

“Whatta we gawkin’ at?” Disco jumped at Aran’s voice suddenly to his other side. “Think they finally sprung for that stupid BowFlex machine ol’ Frenchie’s been whinin’ ‘bout.” 

Joe had joined them to Allie’s other side, “Pardon, brute. I’ve never asked the WVBA to furnish any equipment for my personal use. Much less a Bow Flex.”

“Do you see that marking?” Allie ignored the others, pointing out a logo on the crate to Disco. “That crate’s from Robox.”

“Roblox?” Aran raised an eyebrow.

“RoBOX,” Allie corrected. “Robotic Boxing Incorporated. They make cutting edge training equipment and gear for combat sports. Boxing, MMA, Muay Thai, you name it.”

“Mademoiselle Treape,” Joe looked puzzled. “What is R.E.S.E.?”

Aran nudged Disco, “I got 20 says it’s a huge peanut butter cup.”

Allie looked to Joe like Aran wasn’t even there, “It’s pronounced reese…”

“Told ya’,” Aran whispered to Disco.

“... and it means Robox Electronic Sparring Equipment,” Allie continued. “The R.E.S.E. line are sparring machines, meant to allow fighters to go all out in sparring without the risk of hurting a human sparring partner. But, the last I heard, the Mark IV was still in lab tests.”

Disco, struggling to ignore Aran, leaned toward Allie as the facilities crew started prying loose the last few nails from the crate. “So, this is like, what? A boxing robot we run drills with?”

Allie’s eyes were locked on the crate, “Not at all! If the Mark IV can do everything I’ve heard, it should be completely autonomous and have adaptive AI. Can you believe it?! It can mimic any boxing style and adjust to its sparring partner’s needs in real time! It learns your every movement, your every punch. It’s unreal! Imagine the training you could get in.”

“Bloody hell!” Aran shook his head, “They’ve brought in the bloody Terminator and gave it boxing gloves have they?”

Even Disco was starting to look apprehensive, “I hate to say, girl, but I’m with the psycho on this one. I mean, I’ve seen those movies. Skynet. Hal. Megan. Venjix. That thing comes saying ‘would you like to play a game’ and I’m hitting it with a barbell.”

A loud creaking sound came from the crate and front of the large box fell away. Inside was an odd, blocky looking robot, just shy of six feet tall and vaguely humanoid. On its “chest” was a large padded area that looked like the same canvas used on many heavy bags. Most amusingly was its “head”. It looked all the world like a speed bag with lights for eyes and a mouth.

Boisterous laughter broke Allie from her awe and startled all but its source. “Oi! It looks like shite!” Aran doubled over in laughter. “Okay, okay, that’s the Terminator if it was a Simon Pegg movie. Bloody hell, high tech, my arse!”

Aran’s laughter continued as he went toward the locker room. Meanwhile, Allie rushed over to the Facilities crew. “It’s beautiful. Really clean work. Do you know if the programming is loaded? Has it already been field-tested? What’s its power source? Is it already charged…”

“Whoa, missy,” one of the Facilities men stepped forward. “You’re Allison, Mac’s girl, right?”

Allie smiled, “I like to think he’s ‘Allie’s guy’, but yes.”

They shared a laugh as Joe and Disco cautiously looked over the machine in the crate. “Well, miss,” the man continued, “we’re just the delivery men. Truthfully, you probably know more about this sort of thing than us. Wanna give it a go?”

The man offered a sleek black control pad to Allie. The pad’s design was a stark contrast to R.E.S.E. itself… and it was powered on. The readout showed “RESE-4 Standby Mode”.

Allie took the pad and looked to Disco and Joe with a mischievous grin, “Guys, come on. We’ve gotta try this out, right? Let’s put RESE-4 through its paces and see what it can do. C’mon, guys. Please?”

Disco and Joe looked at one another for a moment. “Disco, mon ami?”

“Yeah, Joe.” Disco’s voice was uncertain.

“I do believe we are to play a game, non?”

With an excited squeal, Allie powered on RESE-4 guided him toward the ring.

[hollow15]

Ella es Puffy, es mi Oc de Welcome home,

Es dulce, amable, sabe cantar y consoladora, si necesitas ayuda ella podrá ayudarte. ¡Es increíblemente fuerte!, ella no habla con muchos asique hay que conocerla paso a paso, tonto por tonto XD. Cocina pero aveces se le dificulta si son demasiados ingredientes o demasiada comida. Tiene hermanos si lo preguntas pero eso será para después.

Le encanta estar con Barnaby ya que fue el primero en ser el vecino que vio (además de Wally claro) le enseño trucos y chistes y ella se reía pero cada vez que le hablaba más y más se congela... es su modo de procesar todo y por qué no sabe manejar muy bien si le hablas demasiado, como dice "Hablar en un tono calmado, alivia la cabeza"

Y por supuesto, ella ama el ballet, tuvo que ser más "Flexible" para sacar a sus hermanos adelante y a ella ya que tenía que cuidarlos sin la necesidad de padres... Por eso también eh de mencionar que es muy maternal o sabe manejar un poco con niños (Oh bueno ella es lo que piensa)

—♥️Dibujo de San Valentín♥️—

Ahora en inglés

This is Puffy, she is my Oc from Welcome home,

She is sweet, kind, knows how to sing and is a comforter, if you need help she will be able to help you. She's incredibly strong! She doesn't talk to many so you have to get to know her step by step, fool by fool XD. He cooks but sometimes it is difficult if there are too many ingredients or too much food. He has brothers if you ask but that will be for later.

She loves being with Barnaby since he was the first neighbor she saw (besides Wally of course) he taught her tricks and jokes and she laughed but every time he talked to her more and more she freezes... it's her way of processing everything and why he doesn't know how to handle it very well if you talk to him too much, as he says "Talking in a calm tone eases the head"

And of course, she loves ballet, she had to be more "Flexible" to support her siblings and herself since she had to take care of them without the need for parents... That's why I should also mention that she is very maternal or knows how to drive. a little with children (Oh well she is what she thinks)

[missbunnybunny]

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⚠↪ Ur Daily Dose Of A 🕷 On Crack↩⚠

Cws: cursing, dark humor, widow , spanish will be translated in the end, I'll us *. Enjoy!

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Michael: te bañaste?*¹

Widow: no me ahogué 🙄, claro que si mamon.*²

Michael: ah, perdona. Los muertos no hablán mierda 🙂.*³

Alex: si la hundes otra vez, yo si te ahogo 😌.*⁴

Ghost: When are they going to get out of the pool?

Soap: I think widows going under again.

Alex: their fine, my friend. Sibling will be siblings.

Meanwhile, with widow:

|*¹= did you take a bath?| | *²= no, i drowned. Of course, i took one dumb ass.| |*³= ah, my bad. The dead don't talk shit🙂.| | *⁴= If you sink her one more time, I'll be the one drowing you😌.|

ꔫ･--･ꔫ･--･ꔫ･--･ꔫ･--･ꔫ･--･ꔫ･--･ꔫ

Soap: come on lass, pick up.

* widow death staring at her phone for waking her up*

Widow: 911, what's your emergency?

Soap: huh, ahh. Widow i need your help...plz

Widow: Sir, you have to be more specific. If not, i can't help you.

Soap: Do you perhaps have an extra key to the armed vehicle?

Widow: Nope, sorry. You a dead man walking, good luck.

Soap: no wait- she hung up one me.

* widow puts her phone next to the spare keys of the vehicle.*

Widow: ah, peace. * goes back to bed.*

Gaz: How did you even forget the keys inside.

Ghost: You better find a way to get does keys or your dead sargent.

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Widow:

König: My love, you have to wake up.

Widow: cariño*¹ you're a morning person, am not.

König: it can't be that bad.

Widow:

It is. * becomes a comfy blanket burrito *

König: *sigh* i guess I'll have to eat ( fav food) by myself.

Widow: (fav food), i think waking up isn't so bad.

| König : 1 | | widow : 0 |

| *¹ = my love/ honey |

ꔫ･--･ꔫ･--･ꔫ･--･ꔫ･--･ꔫ･--･ꔫ･--･ꔫ

Widow sent a message in the chat:

Ghost responds to widow:

Soap responds to them both:

Gaz responds to all:

I can't with any of you 😒. Am going back to bed. It's 3am.

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Announcements:

Hope you liked this! Also, should I write about anything else? I am open to the count. Uuu, should I make some original characters and their own stories? Would that be alright with everyone.

Next yandere story coming next Friday or Sunday.

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Please let me know in the comments. Please like,reblog, or boost this post, THANK YOU!

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[narcosfandomdiscord]

narcos october masterlist i

This masterlist is for days 1-10 of the @narcosfandomdiscord's october prompt event, which you can read about here and join in!

For days 11 onwards, check out the second masterlist and the third masterlist.

(Note: character x character indicates a romantic/sexual relationship; character & character indicates a platonic one.)

October 1 — Day of Firsts

Create a fanwork about a canon character you’ve never written about/used before.

↳ fanart by @tofuwildcard — Javi smoking, digital art

↳ Claro Que No by @drabbles-mc — Chepe x gn!Reader, 462

↳ Waiting Red by @narcolini — Isabelle x Chepe vampire AU, 600

↳ Depth Over Distance by @proceduralpassion — Mika & OC sibling backstory, 2.2k

↳ For Old Time's Sake by @garbinge — Carrillo x Reader, Steve and Javi & Reader, angst, 3.5k

↳ In the morning by @artemiseamoon — Marta x Amado established relationship, 2.8k

↳ Vengeance For Me by @kesskirata — Gustavo & Tata angst, ficlet

↳ what we do now by @ashlingnarcos — Feistl x Van Ness post-canon, 1k

↳ Tu cómplice by @hausofmamadas — Mayo x Benjamín pining, 2.8k

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October 2 — “Porque No Los Dos?” Day

Create a crossover for the original Narcos show and the Narcos: Mexico show, featuring at least one character for each.

↳ Looking On by @drabbles-mc — season 3 og DEA & season 2 mx DEA, unite! 3.5k

↳ How Do You Do This Shit For Fun? by @proceduralpassion — Walt & Javi crossover, 1k

↳ Late nights, early mornings by @artemiseamoon — Javi & OFC, Mayo x OFC, 1.8k

↳ two tests by @ashlingnarcos — Carrillo & Trujillo & Calderoni ficlet

Anything involving polyamory, ex: a fic about somebody who has two or more partners.

↳ Aggressive Negotiations by @kesskirata — Javi x Steve x Connie, 1.1k

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October 3 — Day of Music

Create and post a playlist for fic/wip of yours OR your favorite episode and explain why each song resonates for that fic/wip or episode.

↳ Three playlists by @rerorero-my-cherry — for Ramon x OFC fic Sola con mi Soledad

↳ Playlist for episode 2.1, Salva El Tigre by @artemiseamoon

Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and whatever song comes up first, that’s your prompt.

↳ Tainted by @drabbles-mc — Carrillo & Steve angst, 3.1k

↳ I need you tonight by @artemiseamoon — Amado x OFC, 1.1k

↳ on your mind by @narcolini — Javi x gn!reader ficlet

↳ Amado fanart by @tofuwildcard

↳ Foldin' Clothes by @garbinge — Steve Murphy x F!Reader, 3.2k

↳ Promise by @proceduralpassion — Carrillo x OFC smut

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October 4 — Day of Conflict

Many people seemed to combine both prompts for this day! Ambitious day.

Anything involving a fistfight or a gunfight.

Quote prompt: “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

↳ Who You're Dealing With by @drabbles-mc — Steve & Javi & OFC, 3k

↳ Luna de Lobo by @artemiseamoon — Ramón x OFC, Barron x OFC

↳ Country Store Cherry Chocolate by @garbinge — Steve Murphy & Reader (his sister), 1.9k

↳ Unwritten by @proceduralpassion — Carrillo x OFC, 1.1k

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October 5 — Day of Visual Art

Visual fanworks: post a screenshot, meme, gif, gifset, video, or other non-fic visual fanwork.

↳ a glitchy Pachito by @tofuwildcard — fanart

↳ NUGGETS OF BENJAMAYO by @hausofmamadas — gifset + commentary

↳ If Narcos Had A Group Chat by @proceduralpassion — video of groupchat texts

↳ If Narcos Had A Group Chat pt ii by @proceduralpassion — video of groupchat texts

Create a fanwork about a character interacting with a piece of art (e.g. buying decoration for a new home, stealing a piece, hitting on a stranger at a gallery, creating art themselves, etc)

↳ Things I Should Have Said by @garbinge — Javi x F!Reader, 2k

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October 6 — Day of International Relations

Write non-English language fic.

↳ Dos Opciones by @proceduralpassion — language: Spanish, Maria Elvira x Miguel, Maria Elvira x OFC, ficlet

↳ ¿Qué? by @ashlingnarcos — language: Spanish, Eduardo x OFC, ficlet

Use a random country picker and utilize that country in your work in some way: a character is from that country, a food from that country shows up, there’s international politics, etc. You get two rerolls if you don’t like the first or second country you get. If you get the United States, reroll automatically.

↳ House Special by @drabbles-mc — county: Japan, Walt x F!Reader, 3k

↳ Lespwa fe viv by @artemiseamoon — country: Haiti, Chepe x OFC, 1.3k

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October 7 — Day of Darkness

Make something centered around non-death dark topics (we have a specific death day already). Morally or emotionally dark topics/themes.

↳ The Oil Has Run Thin by @proceduralpassion — Walt x OFC ficlet

↳ Twenty-Four Hours by @drabbles-mc — Carrillo & gn!Reader captivity 1.4k

One-word prompt: Blackout.

↳ Control pt 1 by @artemiseamoon — Verdin x OFC smut, 1.6k

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October 8 — Day of Light

A day of pure fluff: anything insanely, unambiguously, self-indulgently, luxuriously enjoyable.

↳ Moving Day by @drabbles-mc — Steve x Connie fluff, 1.1k

↳ Happiest I've Ever Been by @proceduralpassion — Steve x Connie fluff ficlet

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October 9 — Day of Gay

Create anything devoted to an LGBTQ+ character.

↳ Watching Time by @garbinge — Chepe x Pacho ficlet

↳ Bisexually-lit Dina by @tofuwildcard — fanart

Create anything with a queer and/or trans original character or reader insert.

↳ Down in the 305 by @drabbles-mc — Steve x M!Reader

↳ Would You Kill For Me, My Love? by @proceduralpassion — Pacho x OMC ficlet

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October 10 — Day of Tough Shit

Write a fic whose exact wordcount is divisible by 500 (500, 1000, 1500, etc).

↳ The distance between you & me by @artemiseamoon — Calderoni x OFC post-divorce 1.5k

↳ Four People You Meet by @drabbles-mc — Carrillo x Juliana, Carrillo & Martinez, 500

↳ Talking Heads by @ashlingnarcos — Arellano family humor, 500

↳ The Bungalow by @proceduralpassion — Amado x Reader, 500

Make a fanwork in a medium you’ve never used before. If you make GIFs, write something. If you write, draw. Etc. As long as it’s uncharted territory for you!

↳ Hi, I'm a Slut (Amado's Version) by @tofuwildcard — fanvid

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↳ narcos october masterlist ii with prompts from day 11 onwards

[patyferdla]

Y despues de mucho tiempo termine de nuevo aquí para dibujar, aquí estoy haciendo el evento de Inktober QSMP y lo primero que toco fue -Siblings- y claro tenía que dibujar los dos mejores hermanitos que me gustan demasiado. La lista fue echa por Astrorade en Twitter, espero continuar los siguientes días con esto.

[housedeaubemarle]

"Rejoice, blessed Leto, for you bare glorious children" - Homeric Hymn 3 to Apollo

"...to vine-clad Claros where Apollo, god of the silver bow, sits waiting for the far-shooting goddess who delights in arrows." - Homeric Hymn 9 to Artemis

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Credits:

Photographer: @escherstrange-ffxiv (who has my immense gratitude since she took these gorgeous shots simply because I said I really wanted sibling portraits) Location: Studio Darcy II - Lavender Beds W12, P42; Dynamis*Marilith

[drabbles-mc]

One More Last Time

Benjamín Arellano Félix x Isabella Bautista

For @ashlingnarcos as part of the AU Exchange & For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge. Bingo square: affair

Warnings: 18+, language, infidelity

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Isabella could do anything and everything and she would have my full support no matter what.

NMX Taglist: @garbinge @hausofmamadas @cositapreciosa @narcolini @artemiseamoon (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

He could still hear the music that was playing on the other side of the glass, but it was muffled. As he looked out the windows that towered over the rest of the building, the noise and the chaos felt like they were emitting from a radio that was sitting a room or two away from him. The lights all poured in, casting the mostly empty space in all cool hues of purple and blue, the rare splattering of pink.

He watched them all, his siblings, their friends, all the other people they knew and didn’t know who were filling up the space of the club. He took a deep breath, shaking his head slightly as he did. It felt like too much most nights. The thoughts that were currently racing through his head showed that this night was no different than the others in that regard. He was already thinking about how good it was going to feel to be back home again—away from the lights, the noise, the semi-controlled chaos.

The sound of the door opening caused him to whip around, wondering how he’d missed someone coming up the steps to the office. His eyes were wide as he turned and looked, only growing wider when he saw who was stepping through the doorway.

“Hola,” Isabella’s voice was smooth and warm as honey, comfortable like she had any right to be there in the club at all, let alone strolling into his fucking office.

His muscles immediately tensed, hackles going up as the door swung shut behind her. “Qué estás haciendo aquí?”

She laughed, shaking her head as she began to collapse the distance between the two of them. “Por qué estás tan enojado? Tenso?” She stopped in front of him, placing her hand on her chest, fingers splaying across her collarbone. “Solo soy yo.”

He shook his head, knowing far better than to buy into the act. “Qué quieres?”

“Nada,” she answered with a smile and a shrug.

“No mientas,” he shot back instantly with a shake of his head.

“No puedo visitarte?” She tilted her head slightly, some of her hair falling gracefully over her shoulder as she did. “Un amigo querido?”

“No soy tu amigo, Isabella.” His tone was short, an attempt to be cutting.

It didn’t faze her. “Claro que sí,” she drew it out, nodding slowly, more drama than she needed to pack into a situation that was plenty dramatic on its own. “Porque nosotros, M��n? Somos más que—”

“Qué quieres?” he cut her off as he repeated himself, not wanting to allow her to finish where that sentence was going.

She gave him that same smile that she always did, the one that was all lipstick and no teeth, lips upturned enough to draw him in but also just enough to let him know that there was so much more to it than whatever she was saying to him.

He didn’t realize that she was moving until her hand was pressed against his chest. The warmth of her palm began seeping through the fabric of his shirt instantly. Familiar feeling of scorched flesh. He wanted to swat her hand away but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. That was always the problem, wasn’t it?

“Qué piensas?” Isabella asked, standing closer now even though Benjamín swore that he hadn’t heard her take a step towards him.

He shook his head for a moment, like he was about to deny thinking anything at all. Isabella was ready to call him out on it, too. Like that man ever had a quiet moment inside his mind. But then he looked at her, met her eyeline directly and held it for the first time since she’d walked in. “Ya tú sabes.”

She raised her eyebrows just slightly. The movement barely enough to clock but it still let Benjamín know that yes, she certainly did know exactly what he was thinking about, and the slip of her hand up to the side of his neck let him know that she was thinking about it too.

The last time the two of them found themselves in the position that they were, the place that they were, things had been a little different. The strobe lights in the club were off; so was the music. The whole building looked gray, almost dull without them on and just a few scattered maintenance lights illuminating the place. It was more than enough for what they were doing, though.

The last time they were in that office together was also supposed to be the last time it ever happened. But then again, all the times before that were supposed to be the last time too. The argument being that there never should’ve been a first time to begin with.

But now here she was. Again. One more last time. Lights flashing across her face like the universe’s most blatant warning sign. Crowds and crowds of people packed just one flight of stairs below, his siblings among them. The music fighting to seep through the glass, the distant reverberation of the bass coursing throughout the building. All of it should’ve been enough to remind them that it was a bad idea for all the reasons it had always been a bad idea, but now it was also a bad idea because the likelihood of getting caught was higher than ever.

The sensation of her nails dragging lightly along his jawline pulled him out of his own head. His eyes raked slowly up her arm until they reached her face. She seemed so unbothered. She always did, really. Maybe because out of the two of them he was really the only one with things to be bothered over. Sure, there was the business of it all, the plazas, Miguel, all the rest of it. They shared that to an extent. But Isabella didn’t have a family weighing over her head. She had no marriage that would implode if it all got out, didn’t have siblings that would, well, he didn’t really want to give too much thought to that in the moment. The façade of his life was one tap of the glass away from breaking, and Isabella was standing on the other side of the window with a fucking sledgehammer.

“No puedo…” he trailed off.

“Te nunca puedes,” she retorted, her voice soft somehow despite the mocking undertones in it.

He shook his head, enough to cause her fingers to not be brushing against his jaw and cheek anymore. It didn’t cause her to stop touching him. Now her hand was on his shoulder. She was standing close enough that if he released any of the tension that he was holding in his muscles, their bodies would be pressed together.

He nodded towards the large glass windows, the ones that currently had the blinds up all the way so that they could see out, and if anyone wanted to go up a few steps, they could see in. “Mira. Todos los—”

“Esa es la razón?” She scoffed, almost laughed. “La gente?” She shook her head as she repeated back his words from earlier. “No mientas.”

He swallowed past the growing knot in the back of his throat. Nodding towards the door, he tried to found firm as he said, “Vete.”

“O qué?” she challenged, the smirk on her face showing up involuntarily.

“Isabella…”

“Dime, por favor.” She tilted her head, like she was studying him, like she didn’t already know the answer. “Quiero saber.”

He tilted his head back, chin jutting out as he looked up at the ceiling. He knew that the answer to that was nothing. Nothing was going to happen. He knew that. He knew that she knew it, too. But he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of saying it if he could help it—she was unbearably confident about it enough already. She always was. He didn’t know how that happened, really. How he wound up surrounded by women like that. Todas las mujeres de su pinche vida.

Letting out a deep sigh, he tried one more time. “Vete ahora.” He almost tacked a pleasantry onto the end of it. But he wouldn’t have meant it, and she wouldn’t have cared.

“De verdad quieres eso?”

“Sí,” he replied quickly, but he didn’t make up for the lack of conviction in his voice.

“Eres un mal mentiroso.” He had no idea how she managed to sound so good when she was being so condescending. “Tienes miedo?”

Something in the slight uptick of her voice at the end of the question caused him to shift. He could feel the defeat starting to rake its way across his muscles, his body giving into hers. He always did. No matter when she showed up, no matter where, his resolve never lasted. He hated how smug she was about it all but what he hated more was that he had given her every right to be. He shook his head, mumbling as he turned the phrase over in his mind.

Isabella never ceased to find it amusing, the hesitation, the internal turmoil he seemed to face each time. She figured that they would be past that by now—that he would be past that by now. But the routine held steady. He’d hesitate, he’d give in, he’d let the residual guilt keep him from seeking her out, but when push came to shove, he’d never let it keep him from giving in again when she eventually came back around.

“Si es lo que quieres,” she finally said as she held her hands out, almost like a surrender, almost like a peace offering. However the lift of her lips showing that she was fully aware that it wasn’t really what he wanted, that she banking on him caving and saying just that.

She turned around and started walking towards the door of the office. Her steps were slow, deliberate. Each click of her heels against the floors felt like it was echoing, like it somehow drowned out the music blaring through the rest of the club. Benjamín watched her go, shoulders so tense they were about to crumble, cave in on themselves as he tried to get himself together. He should let her go and he shouldn’t feel conflicted about it.

He opened his mouth to try and say something, but all that came out was a choked stammer. Not a real word, hardly a real syllable. But the sound was enough to get Isabella to stop in her tracks. Her back was still to him, but he could vividly imagine what the smug look on her face must’ve looked like.

Turning around to face him, she raised her eyebrows, smiling as she asked with feigned innocence, “Sí, Mín?”

His jaw twitched, still fighting over what he was going to say. Not that it ended up mattering in the end, anyway. Words fell completely by the wayside as his body reacted with more certainty than his brain ever had. One foot in front of the other, long, fast strides easily closed the distance between him and Isabella.

She didn’t say anything either, didn’t have to. The half a second between his hand cupping the side of her face to pull her closer and his lips crashing against hers said everything that either of them needed to know.

[mykey-and-bobby-koopa]

((It's August 11th, which means... it's Ludwig's Day!!

Here are some facts about him:

His full name is Ludwig Antonio Von Koopa

His birthday is September 7th

His sign is Virgo and his birthstone is sapphire

He is the fourth tallest, being surpassed by Roy, as well as the third heaviest, after Morton.

His biggest hobby and dedication is music. He has been like this since he was 7 years old when his father gave him his piano.

He is intelligent but also arrogant. This is because he has always been the example for everyone, which he is proud of.

He spends a lot of his time fixing his hair and hates it getting wet or messed up, even if it is his own father's

He has dark blue eyes, being the only one of his siblings to have them like that. Most of them have light blue eyes.

His favorite food is orange chicken and he hates the sweet taste, but more than anything it is because he has not tried it, or rather, he does not remember having tried it.

He suffers from insomnia, especially because he feels a pain in his head. That, together with other things, causes him to have nightmares and makes him have a bad mood and be hostile with his siblings, especially the younger ones.

He is usually sarcastic, although sometimes he has expressed regret; of course he does not talk about it much for reasons of pride and image.

He does not usually play sports, but on more than one occasion he has wanted to ride a bicycle. He has not done it because doing it alone is boring.

He has composed several scores. His magnum opus is titled “Symphony No. 9”. When he is sad he plays “Moonlight”.

He is good at mathematics, more than Iggy, with whom he has disagreements because he thinks that the true genius is the one who gets there first, which Iggy does not agree with.

He has a good ear but often pretends that he does not hear

On one occasion he has wanted to lose weight, but he himself gives up because he hates getting tired.

His voice register is classified as “bass”, so he has a deep voice.

He doesn’t like going outside very much, he prefers to be in the shade; he also has a sedentary tendency and prefers to read something or practice his piano.

He is not very patient when people contradict him, being quite despotic.

When Larry was younger, he got along well with Ludwig, but as they grew up and Larry was more hyperactive and couldn’t stay still, Ludwig didn’t have as much patience for him as he did at the beginning. When Larry fell down the stairs while running, there was a turning point and they were no longer as close as before, since they blamed Ludwig for what happened.

Ludwig feels something familiar in Mykey, but he can’t identify what it is, as if he were someone he knew and at the same time not. He decides not to give it so much importance but he can’t help but overthink it.

Happy day, Ludwig!!

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Es 11 de Agosto, lo que significa que... es el Día de Ludwig!!

Aquí algunos datos sobre él:

Su nombre completo es Ludwig Antonio Von Koopa

Su cumpleaños es el 7 de septiembre

Su signo es virgo y su piedra de nacimiento es el zafiro

Es el cuarto más alto, siendo superado por Roy, así como también es el tercero más pesado, después de Morton.

Su mayor hobbie y dedicación es la música. Ha sido así desde que él tenía 7 años cuando su padre le regaló su piano.

Es inteligente pero también arrogante. Esto se debe a que siempre ha sido el ejemplo de todos, de lo cual se siente orgulloso.

Dedica gran parte de su tiempo a acomodarse el pelo y detesta que lo mojen o que lo despeinen, incluso si es de su propio padre

Él tiene un color de ojos azul oscuro, siendo el único de sus hermanos en tenerlos así. La mayoría los tiene azules claro.

Su comida favorita es el pollo a la naranja y detesta el sabor dulce, pero más que nada es porque no los ha probado, o más bien, no recuerda haberlos probado.

Padece de insomnio, en especial porque siente una molestia en su cabeza. Eso, en conjunto a otras cosas, le provoca pesadillas y le hace tener un humor regular y ser hostil con sus hermanos, en especial los más pequeños.

Suele ser sarcástico, aunque en ocasiones ha manifestado arrepentirse, claro que no lo comenta mucho por un tema de orgullo e imagen.

No suele practicar deporte, pero en más de una ocasión ha querido andar en bicicletas. No lo ha hecho porque hacerlo solo es aburrido.

Ha compuesto varias partituras. Su obra magna es titulada “Sinfonía N° 9”. Cuando está triste toca “Luz de Luna”.

Es hábil en matemáticas, más que Iggy, con el cual tiene roces por pensar que el verdadero genio es quien llega primero, a lo que Iggy no está de acuerdo.

Tiene buen oído pero muchas veces hace de cuenta que no escucha

En una que otra ocasión ha querido bajar de peso, pero él mismo se da por vencido porque odia cansarse.

Su registro de voz califica como “bajo”, por lo que tiene una voz profunda.

No le gusta mucho salir a exteriores, prefiere estar más a la sombra; también tiene tendencia sedentaria y prefiere leer algo o practicar su piano.

Es poco paciente cuando le llevan la contra, siendo bastante déspota.

Cuando Larry era más niño, se llevaba bien con Ludwig, pero a medida que fueron creciendo y Larry era más hiperactivo y no podía quedarse quieto, Ludwig no le tenía tanta paciencia como al principio. Cuando larry se cayó de la escalera por estar corriendo, hubo un punto de inflexión y ya no eran tan unidos como antes, puesto que responsabilizaron a Ludwig por lo ocurrido

Ludwig siente algo familiar en Mykey, pero no puede identificar qué es, como si fuera alguien conocido y a la vez no. Decide no darle tanta importancia pero no puede evitar sobre pensarlo.))

Feliz día, Ludwig!!

[00blackbird]

Hola, beshezón. Yo te voy a mencionar varias preguntas, tú elige con quién responder, que a mí me va a encantar igual: 6, 9, 11, 14 y 15.

¡Hola, preciosa! 💜 Vamos allá:

6. What do they smell like?

• Owena: Es un poco (mucho) descuidada, en el sentido de que prioriza la limpieza frente a la fragancia en sí. Así que huele a lo que normalmente huele una piel limpia pero no mimada (?).

• Varl: Seguramente apeste a ron, sal y sudor xDD. La mayoría del tiempo, al menos. Cuando está en tierra aprovecha para frotarse bien la mugre, en altamar es más difícil mantenerse limpio.

• Yao-Ch'en: No es que sea presumido per se, pero le gusta cuidarse. Sobre todo porque mantener esa melenaza Pantene lleva su esfuerzo xd. Fuera de broma, los monjes cultivan el alma, la mente y el cuerpo; son comunes los baños con sales naturales y flores variadas que puedan ayudar a la piel a regenerarse. Yao ha mantenido este hábito.

9. Do they have a word or phrase that they tend to overuse?

• Owena: N/A.

• Yao-Ch'en: Quitando que menciona a Chhaya en 9/10 temas xDD, ahora no recuerdo una palabra o frase que repita mucho.

• Varl: Si te pone un mote te vas a cansar de oírlo. A Elizabeth, por ejemplo, la apodó «princesita». Ella lo odiaba, obviamente.

11. What color do they look strikingly good in?

• Owena: Los colores verdes claros y azules le sentarían bien, aunque suele vestir de colores más neutrales u oscuros. Las pocas veces que lleva vestidos, le gusta que sean algo holgados y blancos o en tonos pastel, sencillos. No es de las refinadas de corsé, ella quiere sentirse libre y fresca.

• Varl: De los grises y negros no lo sacas. Algún marrón o azul oscuro, a lo sumo. Aunque suele usar camisas blancas porque son más comunes (y por ende, más baratas).

• Yao-Ch'en: Suele vestir en colores de tonos tierra, negros y azules (especialmente oscuros). Pero cualquier color seguramente le sentaría de muerte, para qué mentir xd.

14. What attributes do they have that are inherited from their parents or shared with their siblings/other relatives?

• Owena: No puede ser más distinta a sus padres. Ella siempre ha querido explorar, luchar, conocer. Pero su familia es muy tradicional y cerrada en ese sentido: al ser ella «la bendecida», tenían que protegerla a toda costa siempre. Con sus hermanos, sin embargo, compartía esas ansias y no se estaba quieta, se escapaba para jugar o cazar con ellos en cada ocasión que podía.

• Varl: Nunca conoció a sus padres ni a su hermano mayor. No sabe nada acerca de su pasado, de hecho, así que esta respuesta deberá esperar para ser respondida al 100%.

• Yao-Ch'en: De su padre heredó el sentido del honor, potenciado además por su linaje como guerreros y por su trayectoria como monje. Su madre le contagió la curiosidad por el mundo, por aprender las cosas más mundanas o pequeñas. Y con su hermano Jan'sen compartía esa curiosidad por la que querían explorar el mundo y seguir más al corazón que al deber. Tanto Kaim como Devrim heredaron el amor por la familia, la necesidad de ponerla siempre como una prioridad y protegerla.

15. Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way?

• Owena: Es una mujer fuerte e independiente que siempre intenta salir adelante sola, ser autosuficiente. Es una gran fortaleza, pero es también su mayor debilidad, ya que le cuesta sobremanera pedir ayuda cuando realmente la necesita. No quiere sentirse débil o incapaz.

• Varl: Su valentía a menudo se convierte en un arma de doble filo cuando roza la insensatez. Es demasiado impulsivo y poco precavido porque se lanza de cabeza antes de meditarlo un segundo.

• Yao-Ch'en. El amor incondicional es sin duda su mayor virtud. Yao te amará de la forma más pura y sana que pueda haber. No le importa de dónde vengas, de qué raza seas, cuántos años tengas, tu afiliación política o tu estatus social. Si le caes bien, si llegas a su corazón, le tendrás a su lado de por vida. Y esto es lo que le hace más daño al mismo tiempo. Porque confía en las personas, porque no puede evitar acercarse y encariñarse de ellas aún cuando lo intente evitar. Es una persona abierta y sociable que necesita amar y le sale solo, aunque sepa que va a ver morir a todos los amigos que haga y que va a sufrir terriblemente por ello.

[ask-agent-rapzutin-vodello]

What would Raz's reaction be if Sasha and Milla ever thought about having a kid? Would he like the idea of another sibling?

[Raz] Me? I would LOVE to have a little Vodello sibling. I know I'd be a great big brother. I mean, I might not go by the Aquato name, and legally speaking, I am not a part of the Aquato family, but I am still Mirtala and Queepie's older brother too, so I got some practise this last year.

I don't know if Mom and Sasha will ever have another kid. I just know that in terms of family and siblings, I hit the motherload. I've had the Interns as sibling figures, with Norma and Lizzie being practically acting like my actual sisters for the last few years. And since last summer, I found my biological family, gaining a whole set of parents, brothers and sisters in the process.

All I'm saying, if there ever is going to be another Vodello kid, they won't be lacking in siblings and all the love that comes with it, claro que sim!

[juliesilusions]

connections

abaixo do readmore contém uma breve descrição das relações já combinadas com outros personagens e, em seguida, uma lista de relações disponíveis para desenvolver.

Amizade

Juliet e Jude eram muito próximas durante os anos da mas velha no acampamento. A decisão de voltar ao mundo mortal, no entanto, abalou o vínculo entre elas, trazendo uma sensação de abandono. Juliet tentou estreitar esse laço mesmo distante, mas a volta para o acampamento deixou claro que as coisas não estão como antes e nem próximo disso.

A relação de Juliet e Thomas pode facilmente ser o conceito de “founding family” para ela. Durante os anos que dividiram no acampamento, Thomas se tornou seu irmão mais novo e a única pessoa que permaneceu a visitando no mundo mortal quando podia durante todos esses anos e um dos principais motivos para sua volta após o chamado de Dionísio.

A amizade de MUSE e Juliet iniciou no acampamento, mas o que as aproximou foi a ligação das duas com o mundo mortal. A relação se estendeu e se estreitou após a saída de Juliet do acampamento, sendo Selina uma das únicas que acompanhou todos os acontecimentos de sua vida desde então, desde o casamento até o velório do marido.

Dahye é uma das amigas mais próxima de Juliet. A amizade se iniciou devido aos poderes complementares, mas se aprofundou após dividirem mais do que as técnicas e manejo de ilusões. Saíram em missões juntas e se tornaram uma verdadeira dupla nos anos de acampamento.

Juliet e Asterios se conheceram no mundo mortal, quando o semideus precisou de ajuda durante uma de suas missões. Na época, Juliet estava no melhor momento de sua vida e o reencontro dos dois rapidamente a levou de volta a lembrança dolorida de uma felicidade que achava que já tinha ficado no passado.

Juliet e MUSE sempre dividiram o apresso pela vida mundana. Ainda no acampamento, dividiam longas conversas sobre a vida fora do lugar, seus planos e desejos mais profundos. A volta para o acampamento e reencontro com ele deixa Juliet confusa, uma vez que a vida que tanto idealizavam e que ela chegou tão próxima de alcançar ficou para trás deixando uma cicatriz ainda aberta.

Juliet foi instrutora de armas de Dylan. O filho de Hermes foi um grande desafio para ela, mas Julie tinha certeza de seu potencial, o que a fazia insistir, mesmo com todas as dificuldades em treiná-lo até seu último dia no acampamento.

Romance

Kit foi o primeiro namorado de Juliet. A relação dos dois se desenvolveu naturalmente de uma amizade para um romance e terminou da melhor forma possivel. Juliet estava decidida a ter uma vida entre os humanos e Kit sabia que seu lugar era no acampamento. Os dois então findaram a relação entendendo que precisariam seguir caminhos separados e assim o fizeram durante os últimos anos.

Outros

Alina e Juliet se conheceram recentemente, mas rapidamente se tornaram boas parceiras de treino, uma vez que assim como as armas, seus poderes têm muito em comum. Apesar da falta de prática, Juliet tenta lembrar de seus treinos para ajudar a mais nova a conseguir controlar melhor o poder.

Pietra e Juliet dividem o amor pela medicina e pela natureza, logo a aproximação das duas foi mais do que natural com a volta da filha de Perséfone ao acampamento. Ambas passam mais tempo juntas, sobretudo na enfermaria e próximas às plantas frutíferas e medicinais do lugar.

open (colei uma lista mais geral que encontrei, mas podemos pensar em outras também!!)

—— siblings that are close ;; pretty basic, the type of siblings that are best friends. they confide in each other more then anyone else.

—— siblings that don't get along ;; again basic, the siblings that are always bickering or fighting about something whether it be who gets what for breakfast or time in the bathroom. you could even go as far as having them resent each other.

—— bad influence ;; best friends who constantly encourage each other to do bad things.

—— good influence ;; best friend who look out for each other and often act as a conscience to each other.

—— friends with lingering feelings ;; self explanatory, friends where either one or both have some kind of romantic feelings that pass more then just friends.

—— confident/cornerstone ;; someone who acts as a shoulder to lean on and someone to vent to.

—— frienemies ;; they’re nice to each others faces and act like friends but are constantly talking badly about each other.

—— friends turned enemies ;; a pair of people who were friends up until a certain point, but either realized they never really liked each other or one just dropped the other.

—— competition/rivals ;; the two are always in competition whether it be over grades, athletics, or attention

—— friends with benefits ;; friends who hook up and either have or haven't blurred the lines between the physical and emotional connection.

—— mutual crushes ;; either they both have feelings for each other that is p obvious but aren't ready to take the next step. or it can be one sided or both could be completely oblivious to the other liking them.

—— secret relationship ;; a relationship kept on the down low because of whatever reason.

—— one night stand ;; pretty straight forward. could have been a in the moment thing, alcohol could have been involved. they could either be acting as if it didn't happen, or completely awkward around each other because of it.

—— fling ;; an in the moment type thing where both know it's not going to last or go past a certain point. maybe like a rebound. plot twist one actually catches some heavy duty feelings.

—— exes that ended good terms ;; a pair of exes that were on the same page when they broke up and have remained good friends and supportive of each other moving on/forward.

—— exes that ended on bad terms ;; a pair of exes that were 10/10 not on the same page and it's all animosity between them and hate and aNGST. maybe one cheated, or just thought their shit didn't stink and bailed with no explanation. the skies the limit for this.

—— exes with lingering feelings ;; exes that broke up but still have feelings towards each other and can't help but feel jealous/hurt seeing the other with someone else.

—— ex affair ;; basically they were the cheater or the other woman/man but it ended for whatever reason.

[ladycerise]

Vengo a que me cuentes de Giacomo!!!

1, 8, 14, 16

Thanks!

Uy, ¡allá vamos! Es un poquito largo.

GIACOMO A. BIANCHI:

How does your OC feel about their full name?

Esta es buena porque tengo todo sobre su nombre y Giacomo está bien consciente de todo eso, pero para hablar de lo que él siente, hay que mirar en el trasfondo.

Su nombre real y completo (puesto por los Bianchi) es Giacomo III Arsenio Raimundo Bianchi De Rovere.

Giacomo en español es Jaime. Así es, es el Jaimito. En sí el nombre también significa «el que suplanta», «suplantador» o «quitar a otro del medio». Lo que para los Bianchi (y a mí) les ha parecido lógico. Giacomo ha suplantado a un primogénito de sangre, porque es adoptado (sabemos que no es un Bianchi genuinamente sino que se construyó a base del apellido). Y sin embargo, el primer Giacomo (porque es el tercero claro, hay más Giacomo's), también es un suplantador de otro y así sucesivamente. Lo curioso es que, el primer Giacomo que vendría siendo su abuelo, se casó con una Bianchi. Pero su hijo que es Giacomo IV, va a suplantarlo y por ende, es el heredero definitivo para desgracia del otro gemelo (?)

Arsenio (esa A misteriosa) lo ha escogido sin duda su padre a base del negocio. Giacomo es un arsénico en vida porque trabaja con minerales, aspira cosas que no debería, está expuesto siempre al peligro y así lo piensa él. Agradece el nombre que no implica suplantar a nadie. Pero es que, se trata de un nombre ya nerdy de la familia porque el arsénico, se encuentra por ejemplo: en el oro. Entre más cosas, sino se me hace un listado eterno. Raimundo es el nombre secreto que le ha puesto su madre Lucrezia, pero Giacomo lo prefiere mil veces y aún asi no habla de esas cosas porque es como hablar de su ropa interior, sin embargo, es otra manera de que se sienta único entre tantos Giacomo. Pero en silencio amaría que lo apoden Rei, o Mundo (para sentirse mundano, menos semidios). No, no tiene quejas de su nombre porque está seguro que de tener nada a todo es una cosa bárbara para alguien tan avaricioso. Ni siquiera le molestaría ponerse más nombres, se siente como que puede ser más personas pero siempre, siempre es solo Giacomo.

8. How much jewelry do they wear, and do they have a favorite or distinguishing piece?

Giacomo es el perfecto ejemplo del refrán: «En casa de herrero, cuchillo de palo». Está tan ocupado haciendo joyas a todos, incluso más a su esposa Cecilia, que no tiene tiempo de mirarse en el espejo y decidir portar algo propio (porque no va a portar una joya que hizo otro joyero, la competencia es durísima); entonces, no, Giacomo no porta ninguna joya ostentosa excepto dos.

1) Su anillo de matrimonio, porque es lo único que tiene un valor muy alto en cuánto a sentimientos, precio, costo, y tiempo invertido. Giacomo pasó meses creandola a su gusto, nada le convenció pero sin duda lo dejó más humilde de lo que se espera. Tiene una inscripción dentro del anillo, al que no deja que nadie lea, solo a Cecilia. SIN EMBARGO, cuando alguien le regala joyas (del valor que sea) Giacomo le hace un lugar especial porque entiende que esta persona (amigo o amiga) no puede arruinar una sorpresa si se lo encarga a él. Giacomo entraría en colapso, pero sin duda sería gracioso que pasara (por favor, que alguien le encargue una joya para sí mismo o nunca llevará una).

2) Gemelos de oro con el emblema de su casa. Fue un regalo que le hizo su padre al casarse, y Giacomo esto lo tomó como una señal definitiva de muchas cosas para él: Ya no sería un Rey sin Reina, también no estaría solo en su vida, y cuando llegaron sus hijos (los gemelos), aumentó el valor de su accesorio.

14. What attributes do they have that are inherited from their parents or shared with their siblings/other relatives?

No comparte nada físico con nadie de los Bianchi por obviedad, pero en cuánto a personalidad (ya que ha absorbido su entorno) a su padre Giacomo II. Se parecen muchísimo. Ambos callados, negociantes, respetan a sus esposas y no tienen miedo de deshacerse de la moral si el momento es para eso. No duden que él habría matado a Lorenzo con tal de callarlo, pero no es de caballero ensuciarse o ensuciar un evento importante.

Perooooo no puede evitar tener en su sangre los rasgos de Vessel, a veces su ambición es tanta que le duele. Se obsesiona con todo, quiere todo lo que pueda conseguir pero cuando se trata de relaciones eso está más suave (por suerte el amor de sus padres no le hizo tan inhumano), aunque igual, ve sus amistades y vínculos como posesiones, como algo que debe mantener para no decaer, los ve como clientes en su vida, mas eso no implica que no sepa cuidarlas. Todo lo contrario, hace contratos mentales, escribe cláusulas de cómo debería la relación funcionar sin decirle nada al otro. Pero si alguien le pregunta, no duda en poner delante un escribano y papel para guardar o presumir en privado que son amigos (extremista, pero estaría seguro de que la amistad tiene una firma o un pacto). También aprendió gracias a sus hermanastros lo que debe y no hacer.

¿Su madre biológica? Se asemeja en ciertas manías con él, o cuando detesta a la nobleza por ser tan hipócrita. Poco detallista en cosas, como si viera todo sucio (irónico porque Giacomo si que ama el lujo pero todo le da un valor específico). Su verdadera madre siquiera la conoció, porque era bebé cuando lo abandonaron frente a un templo, aunque sí, tiene cosas de ellas que nunca sabrá.

16. How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)?

Muchísimo. Los Bianchi quisieron demostrar que un «don nadie» puede ser tan importante como cualquiera que tenga sangre noble. Gracias a eso, Giacomo se creyó capaz de devorar el mundo (já, siendo un introvertido, el mundo puede quemarse mientras él juega a hacer joyitas).

Por eso, Giacomo podría ser un poco antisistema de la realeza, o un ermitaño, porque detesta las fiestas, más que nada por lo que llegan a decir de otros, detestando los matrimonios arreglados, detestando los Edictos o que nadie pueda hablar de como se pueden sentir sin que alguien tenga que señalar con el dedo que eso es significa ser frágil. No le gusta nada lo que ve, todo gracias a sus familiares y otros que también lo han escupido por sus ojos dorados; es que tampoco es normal lo que a veces llega a decir. O sentir. O pensar. Es que su cabeza solo ve puro negocio, lo que puede parecer superficial pero para quien es tan intenso, no lo es.

Aún así, él no pretende tampoco romper demasiado el molde porque ante todo, el dinero viene con los clientes y esas joyas no se venden solas. En eso se esfuerza porque su padre le enseñó a manipular, su madre le enseñó sobre identificar sus emociones y sus hermanastros, lograron que pudiera guardar sus pensamientos más crudos. Lamentablemente, a veces le nace ser literal o muy incapaz de entender lo que siente (y es que para locura en un mundo de fantasía, da mucho jugo por dónde exprimir).

Y no puede todavía tumbar ese muro, él no puede cambiar a nadie, y él no está interesado porque nadie va a darle nada por hacerlo (siendo interesado y cuidadoso con su tiempo, si le pagan quizá si se mueve). Por otro, también ha sabido cuidar lo que considera que realmente tiene un valor especial, como el amor, la familia y ma amistad. Sabe que eso no lo compra el dinero ni ningún dios se lo puede dar, aún si visión sea incorrecta o retorcida.

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Hey si nominamos a Reaper me suena justo tambien nominar a Lucio, for our brazilian siblings 😤😤

MI BEBEEEEEEEEE claro que si