#cuba au

[macchiatosdumptruck]

Based off a certain post on your page, what about some Terry, Daniel, and Teddy hot-shenanigans? Bonus if Omegaverse! Either KK!Terry or EF!Terry!

i found this in my drafts with some notes from December of last year.

cw for angst, mentioned drug use, allusions to incest, shitty boyfriends, and what is not technically but may as well be prostitution.

They run in totally different circles. Terry isn't an addict. These people are. Terry has the money for this to be a hobby. For most people, this is a crutch. He looks down upon people who live meager lives trying to get from one high to another.

Terry doesn't usually associate with such lowbrow but he can't fool himself entirely. He was used to the filth just the same as the gutter rats. He has been born in it. Not the first time. But then, again, when Twig died and Terry started to climb out of his broken shell.

And Terry appreciates the arts, and one day he meets Che, maybe through a mutual friend, who does the playwright have with him but a beautiful, doe-eyed boy who is the spitting image of Daniel.

He's even thinner though. His eyes are sunken a bit, but he wears tragedy beautifully. He's a perfect counterpart to Daniel. He's what Daniel could be if Terry didn't take such good care of him. If Terry had never broken the boy of those bratty tendencies and cut loose those relationships that were only holding him back.

Che desperately needs money, and Terry is willing to fully fund his project in exchange for one thing. A little playtime with the sweet Teddy.

Teddy has done a lot and is willing to do a lot for those he cares about. But that son of a bitch Che can't use him like this. It's damn near prostitution. But Che deserves it. To get out of this town and have his words heard. Maybe, if Teddy allows his dreams to take a tiny bit of hope he has found and run with it as fast as he can people will be willing to listen to him too. And it gets him away from his dad...

Terry doesn't bother to ask Daniel, knowing he'll already say yes.

When the four of them meet up at one of Terry's rented penthouses he hands Daniel a tiny baggy of coke. He doesn't make him take it, Daniel does so willingly, knowing this will be easier with the distraction.

A bit of coke. No E, Terry wants Daniel to remember this. He loves Terry, down to his bones. He can't remember ever wanting anything more than to please the man.

When you build a muscle the tissues break down before knitting themselves back together again stronger. That was kind of what it was like being with Terry. In the beginning, it hurts, but eventually, if you stick with it, it'll give you that high you deserve. It'll change your body and mind for the better.

He loves every bit of the ache. It's his companion.

Daniel feels awkward but he fights through it. He doesn't want to be with this person who looks so uncannily like himself. It feels voyeuristic in a way, almost incestuous. The closer he gets to the boy though the more he notices that Teddy is less like him than he appears.

Daniel can remember being that stringy, that hungry, not for food, for something he can never quite reach. Daniel wants to help the boy, but what if Terry...

He puts it out of his mind.

Terry wants to see him with the boy of course. Nothing would be better than two Daniels fighting over his cock. Daniel's wet, red mouth stretched, his lips thin and his throat letting him in easily. Teddy choked a bit and then pulled back to work the rest with his fist. Daniel doesn't fault Teddy for his lack of technique, like everything else about Terry, his cock was a lot. He can remember when he used to cough, tears coming to his eyes, his throat sore and used.

He'd had the desire. The devotion. Terry gave him the discipline..

Terry asks Daniel to kiss Teddy. Che hadn't even bothered to stay and watch over his boy. Whoever Teddy was to Che, Daniel knew he could do better. So there's no one other than Daniel to protest when Terry suggests Teddy and Daniel kiss.

Daniel only ever kisses Terry, and the man knows that. But maybe he's getting soft on the doppelganger? Or maybe it was a test. Either way, the thought of kissing Teddy, as sweet as he was, made Daniel think of licking an ashtray.

The two of them go back to work, one of them fondling his balls while the other sucks his dick before they switch. Then they both pull off and lick him up and down like one of those novelty lollipops sold at fairs and circuses. Their tongue touch and twirl together and Daniel looks up to see Terry smiling softly at him. He gasps quietly.

"Oh, Danny boy. You're too good for me."

Terry wants to fuck Teddy too, and Daniel doesn't let his jealousy get the best of him. He can feel it climbing its way through him, but he extinguishes it with memories of soft words and whispered promises. Those days when Terry is extra soft and lets his ma visit.

As much as Terry had formed Daniel like a little ball of clay, Daniel, in his own way had etched himself into Terry in a way that would never buff out.

There was no way Terry would ever be able to leave him behind, Daniel was the only one who understood him. He was the only person that ever saw behind the curtain that was Terry Silver businessman and billionaire, and into Terry Silver, the scared skinny kid he always was and always will be.

Terry tells him it's so that Daniel can finally see, for real this time, just how precious he looks when Terry is driving into him, making him his own. Ignore the mirrors, the photographs, and the sex tape that had leaked. They were only a mirage. This was a flesh and blood reenactment that Daniel would be able to view objectively in the third person. And maybe then he will finally understand just why Terry is so gone over him.

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and that's where i ran out of stream.

[startheskelaton]

A pair of siblings from California inspired by the Cholo culture, a moped living in Havana Cuba, a beast form jaguar part of a Amazon rainforest tribe, and a llama best transformer that lives in the mountains of Peru

[fadinglight3443]

Actually I’m kind of a slow artist, so you can have today’s doodles while I work on those asks-

First Soviet doodle here is inspired by something @chaoticprussia made…

Aaaand obligatory Pax Americana content

America typically uses Mexico as their personal punching bag due to the entire Mexican Resistance thing, but after conquering UK sometime later in the timeline of events, he doesn’t get treated too well either. America doesn’t like being reminded about how they themself were once a colony under another country’s rule.

It’s definitely not the end for these two! They’ll probably form a secret alliance behind America’s back and plot to take them down. Something’s gotta work eventually. Not every empire lasts forever…

[hideousvampire]

more brother au

teddy and his evil drama

[scarlet-witchery]

toxic old woman yuri cherik nation how are we feeling tonight???

[trashno0dle]

between rage and serenity // an xmen au

summary:

All along Erik had been right. Peace, never really was an option. Nor had it ever been part of the question. Charles had just been far too blind, too ignorant to see the truth of that simple fact. So, a voice in the back of his mind murmurs, what are you going to do about it? ~~~ The events of Cuba happen very differently and Charles is forced to live with the aftermath. As he starts to spiral, losing himself in his grief and rage, he makes a vow on Erik's memory that he will create the world that he had wanted for mutants, no matter who or what may stand in his path. Meanwhile, Raven, thinking about the different future she could've had, slowly but surely ends up working through her own pain thanks to the aid of her loved ones. All while she's forced to watch the man she grew up with, her very own brother, lose himself in his own in the process.

snippet from the newest chapter (ch4) below the cut !!

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Once, Charles was a patient man, he could withstand the time it took for certain things to unfold, understanding of the time required to complete such a task like this. Now, however, he’s far from patient. Time isn’t on their side, there very well could be some unforeseen threat lurking around the corner, poised and ready to strike at them at their most vulnerable. He knows how the minds of men work now, he’s spent enough time thinking over each sickening thought overheard in their heads. They’ll wait for the perfect opportunity, use their grief against them and slaughter them like animals. These thoughts seem less like his own and more like Erik’s, he’d been right to distrust the humans, correct in his way of thinking, Charles should’ve listened when he had the chance.

It’s been only a night since his conversation with Hank and waiting isn’t getting any easier, nor is waking up, he finds. How is it that he’s become so horribly dependent on such a foul liquid to unfocus his mind in such a short amount of time? He figures, maybe it’s because he was slightly dependent to begin with, he recalled his early twenties in a sort of bliss, he’d been quite the heavy drinker, he supposed he’d just fallen back into old bad habits. Though worse, quite worse this time around. Raven had been the one to give him a rather harsh wake up call both times things had reached a certain point. There aren’t words to describe just how grateful he is to her for that.

But he hates it, oh he hates being awake, forced to simply exist in a world without him. It’s that unbearable ache in his chest, the chasm in his very soul where Erik’s had resided, both so impossibly intertwined and suddenly everything was ripped away all in an instant. It leaves him bleeding on the scorching sand, choking beneath the thunderous waves of the ocean and swept away from the shore by the relentless tide. Charles curses himself for even wishing for death, as much as he so desperately longs for the silence it would bring, what would Erik think of him if he were to end his own life without seeking the revenge he so desired. It’s that thrill, the rush, the need to avenge his dear one that keeps him going.

In truth, it scares him, if only a little. The idea that he can lose so much of himself in his grief, all his anger. Erik had already taken the majority of his soul with him when he'd been slaughtered, now all that's left is a few shattered pieces that are impossible to fit together, not without the missing remnants which are now lost for good. He's broken, impossibly so, detached from himself in a way that makes it difficult to focus on anything except the few driving forces left in his life, keeping him going and awake through all this pain. 

He's barely coherent, he wants nothing more than to fall into a dreamless sleep, preferably one which he'll never wake from. Unfortunately, the universe is never so kind to him, it took Erik away from him after all. No, not even fate could be so cruel. Humanity, it was humanity that lashed out in their fear and took the person who he loved so completely, ripped him from his life and continued to taunt him every moment. Asleep, awake, he's always reliving the same nightmare of that cursed beach and a sight he'll never be able to unsee for as long as he lives.

A silent shot. The agonizing pull of Erik’s mind being torn, their connection shattered in one instant. Red, redredredred—

[wendigoruble]

I swear to God I want to work on my Franco fics but my brain will not let me focus on making words

[msfbgraves]

Did CK Terry somehow 'marry' Teddy Cuba in between, only to have him die, or what?

…

Holy shit what an idea. It’s so horrible for sweet Teddy’s sake, but also…I’m invested in this now o_o Terry seeking Daniel in whatever way he can find him, and he finds him in Teddy. Shy, sweet, skittish Teddy. Already hurt from his childhood, it’s so easy for Terry to get him to want and need him—the boy’s relationship with older, dangerous men and violence an easy chain to grasp and tug.

It’s a fascinating idea, and a dark little crossover to savor.

If you look at the extended scene on the balcony between Kreese and Terry, Terry says the following:

"After that tournament, I hit rock bottom. I lost my company, lost half my money." Then he is silent, and says with a very quiet gravitas: "I lost my best friend."

The cut implies that he means Kreese, but I feel there is a lot of room for interpretation there. If Kreese was the best friend he lost during that time, why would he have to tell him what happened? Kreese would know! He'd have been there! But he wasn't. He was already gone!

Terry follows this with: "But. I got my ass into therapy, found clarity."

Now, Povod died in 1994, but that is only 9 years after Cuba. If Teddy died at Povod's age, he would have died around 2002. Which would explain why the first new business photo the show uses of Terry is of a much later time. It was Teddy's death that prompted Terry to go into therapy. "Turns out, you disappearing was the best thing that ever happened to me..." Because right after, Terry found a gorgeous boy with liquid eyes and a mighty need for heroin and violence. A smart, sensitive, beautiful creature that beguiled Terry, listened to him, fucked and sucked him, sought him out where Daniel ran. Got high with him. Read poetry with him. And slipped away...

His best friend.

It would explain why he didn't seek out Daniel earlier, when he had his lookalike moaning on his cock. It makes sense that even in many years after Teddy's death, he would have avoided anything serious, would have looked to detach, to disappear in work - green deals, philantropy. Teddy was such a tender soul, and maybe with the right help, things could have been different? In Terry's grief, it would make sense to keep tabs on Daniel from afar. How much more trauma do you want to pile on? Does he know where Daniel stops and Teddy begins anymore?

It's a whole new world after Teddy's death. A new millennium. A new age. A new Terry. That dedication to the arts: that isn't Daniel. That is Teddy. And yet. For fate to bring Danny boy back into his life without him even looking for him... Maybe. There is no Teddy without Daniel. Daniel is where it began. It would explain his utter fondness at seeing Daniel again. His certainty that he would be welcomed.

Teddy always welcomed him.

[bootytickler420]

Hetalia content creator au😼:

Alfred and Kiku are both gaming streamers, however their play styles are very… different

Alfred: “cmon dude, I’ll be the hero!!”

*immediately gets killed*

“Ahhh! Tell my storyyyyy!!!…”

Kiku: “I’d rather not.. 😪”

Mathew is often confused for Alfred, or accused of being his secret account to go to when he’s cancelled (which is basically all the time)

Carlos kinda gives me facebook vibes so he’d definitely comment stuff like “GOOD VIDEO. LAUGHED 😂🤣😂” on Mathew’s stuff.

Francis would go to restaurants and publish videos rating them, once he brought Arther but they ended up arguing and breaking up for the 30th time that month. He took the video down when they got back together of course.

Peter is 100% a Ryan’s toy reviews ripoff, sometimes he would take jabs at Arther completely out of the blue. “I bet Great Britain would NEVER have a toy like this!” Leaving the random kids watching super confused.

Yao would do those product promotions on billibilli and Alfred would BEG Arther for them until he’d say “*sigh* get me my purse…😒”

[tema-makes-art-sometimes]

Late but here's my piece I made for the @wildwestalia's zine hosted with @michichi69! It was super cool it do something historical for a change and I was fucking struggling with it redrawing it multiple times but ya know what Im happy with how it turned out it's very cute.

If you wanna know more about it, go check out the full zine! it's worth it I promise!

[mrwhittaker]

Clarisse Renaldi x Joseph (Young Au )

[xxl1ghtxx]

Man back on my bs and uh i got this Countryhumans x omori au named WEST

DW

RW

Here's the cast ig

Sunny/omori -Germany/west Germany or WEST for this

aubrey- France

Kel- Italy

Hero- Cuba

Basil- Poland

Mari-East Germany

I forgor💀

The Something ig

And yuh🗣🔥🔥🔥❗❗❗

Its set in the 90s btw and before the incident it was set in the 70s

[fisherkings]

new complex psychiatric diagnosis and all of its associated features sucks rn but symptoms and med side effects and five hours in psychiatric ER far pales in comparison to the suffering caused from being told, in no uncertain terms, that i have to quit smoking weed AND lay off the caffeine… and really i’m mostly mad about the caffeine.

[hideousvampire]

doodle dump ft musical johnny cade with a lollipop and mike patton my gf

also this is my history project this year but minus the essay that goes with it except i used cuba and his teddy bear characters to stay motivated

for those who need it CW FOR BLOOD!!

[alqimistayashaciphe]

[intcthatgoodnight]

LONGLEGS SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting

@theophagyfcrged: ❛ I knew then that the work we were doing was immaculate. ❜ / for will

It had been a brutal fight, messy and chaotic, with blades and fists, teeth and claws. It had been pure. They slayed a dragon. In that blood-soaked moment, Will had felt more alive than he ever had; the world had sharpened and he felt … peace. He had felt no doubt - not even when he tipped himself over the cliff edge, pulling Hannibal down with him.

Peace disappeared the moment they hit the water. Pain followed. Broken and bloody, they had pulled themself ashore. They lived. They ran. Hannibal had known exactly what to do to start a new life, which wasn’t surprising, he had done it before after all. Cuba was a far cry from Baltimore, and the villa Hannibal had somehow gotten them into was far from his little house in Wolftrap. But the heat and the smell of the ocean nearby reminded Will of his childhood.

Their time had been spent healing and establishing their new identities, and very pointedly, nothing of the work they had done before. No new tableaux had been created for the Cuban police to find. No friends for dinner. They hadn’t exactly brought it up - killing here in their new home. It wouldn’t be smart to start leaving a trail for Jack to find them. But Will didn’t know if this was something that Hannibal could actually stop permanently. He didn’t know if he wanted him to.

“Do you miss it?”