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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years ago

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Assignment

“I just got my first Dragonslaying mission! I asked Mingfei if you can come with me, and he said yes!”

“What? You what?!” Celeste’s voice was tense and Tigre interpreted this as excitement.

“Isn’t it great?”

“Hold on... hold...” She was moving over the phone. Then she whispered. “Mingfei? Since when were you on a first name basis with the Student Union president?”

Light was streaming in through the wall of windows providing ample illumination to the many rows of canvasses and easels.

Celeste was in studio of Cassell College where she practiced painting. Her works were sold in galleries around the world under a male pseudonym and all proceeds went into a trust fund for her own personal foundation to alleviate the poverty in her country.

On her canvass she painted the aftermath of hundreds of shredded papers lined with red ink like blood. She was almost finished, but she stepped out of the studio to avoid disturbing others. “When do you leave?”

“Tonight, so you need to pack. I invited Porsche and Ruby already.”

Celeste mouth opened. All three of her sisters on a dragonslaying mission. She stared at the phone stunned. What if something happened to all three of them? Who would inherit their land? She chewed her lip. “I... Did they already accept?”

“Yeah... they didn’t call you?”

Celeste pursed her lips. Then she faked a smile. “Yes. They did, I was just testing you. So... what time are we all meeting?”

“10 pm at the helipad. Oh... and don’t worry about it being dangerous. Mingfei... erm... President Lu says we’ll only play a small role.”

Celeste let out a breath. “That doesn’t sound too bad. It makes sense given the fact that you haven’t even completed Battlefield training yet. Anyway, I’m going to hurry and go prepare. Bye.”

She hung up without waiting for him.

“Celeste did you really have to barge in here like a tyrant? I understand you’re mad but we all came here to slay dragons.”

“No...” Celeste corrected Porsche as she walked through the door of their shared dorm. “We came here to forge our own way forward. Slaying dragons could be a way to do it, but only if we all live!” She tilted her head, her eyes snapping.

Porsche was filling her suitcase neatly and ignoring her sister’s attitude. “There’s no downside to this. If we come back, we are easily Lionheart leaders and we will get credits for the whole year. No one will ignore us again and people will finally stop asking us about giving our lives away to some man, instead, we’ll have the upper hand.”

Ruby was silent and Celeste sighed. “We need to decide who’s going to be the designated driver here though. If things go south, then...”

“Don’t worry. Lu Mingfei has survived encounters with Dragon Kings three times already on S level missions. This is actually classified as A level. So it’s well within his ability, which is probably why he’s letting us go.” She snapped her suitcase shut.

“We should have a plan B. Who survives if the rest of us don’t?” Celeste was adamant, but silence met her request.

“Let’s draw lots.” Ruby suggested. She walked over to a small table where there was a sandalwood box. Inside were three sticks of a differing color. Red, Blue and White. Whichever stick fell into the hook at the bottom was the chosen one. “Call your colors. I pick red.”

“Blue.” said Celeste.

“I’m not playing, it’s between you two.” Porsche didn’t even look up.

Within hours the large jet carrying the team was flying through the night air above the United States and Lu Mingfei found himself in an unenviable position as a lead to a gaggle of Freshman. Fortunately, these appeared to be all disciplined people. The seats face each other. Mingfei sat across from Tigre and Celeste while Porsche and Ruby played games on their phones.

Celeste offered Tigre a box of juice and he happily accepted it.

"So, please tell us about the mission.”

“Oh... I... sure.” He picked up the folder from Toyama and opened it. The first thing he saw was a photo of Tigre in his hospital bed. This was taken right after Tigre’s arrival at Cassell College. The photo was attached to even more information. An illegal fighting ring was established on the US-Mexico border. Chu Zihang was sent to investigate. It was his idea to infiltrate the ring directly through a sponsor. But Chu Zihang himself ended up captured. The only person who escaped was Tigre.

There was a large investigation into his past but little came up. The young man seemed to have no past at all and no memory of it. But they did find that the money used to fund the ring was related to border cartels. If Tigre had family, they were likely dead.

Mingfei hesitated a moment, glancing at Tigre who was watching him eagerly. He didn’t want to tell him any of this if he didn’t have to. “So... apparently, there may be dragons in the desert of the Southwest. It’s not 100% but we’re pretty sure.”

He held out a different photo. “This was taken about five years ago by a rancher. The man claimed that he saw something called a Chupacabra and posted it online. Cassell immediately took it down because they recognized it as a dragon species of canine, but ... they never found it.”

“Then there’s this.” He held out another piece of paper. A long list of names. “These are all people who took a certain route that came to be called “La Ruta de la Muerte.” Or The Death Route. It’s said that no one who takes that route ever completes their journey. Walking through a desert is always perilous, but this area has a 100% death rate. That’s not natural. Cassell has quarantined the area already in the name of research.”

“These are... ... at least 200 names!” Celeste’s eyes widened. “How can so many people disappear without anyone knowing?”

“I guess they just don’t care?” Mingfei shrugged, unfamiliar with the situation down South. “Anyway, Toyama got an important clue that this might be related to Tigre’s captivity. That’s why he was invited.”

Tigre nodded gravely.

Celeste glanced at him. “Are you sure?” She asked.

“It wasn’t my decision.” Mingfei said.

Tigre suddenly slumped against the window and Celeste was quick to catch him.

Mingfei gasped in alarm. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. I put sedatives in his juice.” She said resting him more comfortably against the headrest.

“But... why?” Mingfei looked at her. What sort of person poisons their roommate?

“He talks like a dragon at night.” Celeste whispers. “I’ve caught him more than once, saying dragon words into his pillow. I don’t want him to start babbling and blow up the plane!”

Mingfei froze.

“Look, I know you want to make this seem like a light matter, but Dragonslaying is never a light matter.” She smiled, but her eyes were serious. “You probably need to keep confidentiality and I understand, but I have an obligation to keep my sisters safe. I know you’re not telling us the whole story.”

Mingfei’s eyes lowered. “I’m hoping you won’t need the whole story...”

#Dragon Raja

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ashitakaxsan · 3 years ago

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The Gargoyles in Roanapur

Disclaimer:I don’t own any of the charachters in my Fanfiction.They belong to their creators.Black Lagoon belongs to mangaka Hiroe Rei,the animated series “Gargoyles” to Disney Pictures,the Cthulhu mythos to Howard Phillips Lovecraft.

I conceived it,I wrote it,medievalotaku did the editing for grammar,punctuation and clarity.I’m so Grateful to Him:)

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“ Shortly after “El Baile De La Muerte,” Rock is depressed, in agony and questions who he really is. At the same time, Xanatos is there. He’s plotting to obtain an ancient grimoire: The Necronomicon (H.P.Lovecraft reference!) to augment the strength of his Steel Clan. The Gargoyles learned of this plan and came on his trail. Utilizing the spells they were taught by Tom the Guardian, they made their quick, safe entry into Roanapur, Thailand. And began flying over Roanapur to learn what kind of place it is. They might have continued concealing themselves from any curious eyes and ears; but Goliath, in order to defend a lonely old woman, took on some Colombian thugs. They were about to torture her grandson--just for the pleasure of it.

One of them gets away, he’s scared to death and screaming about a monster!

“SAVE ME FROM THE MONSTER!!”

“Was it Roberta?”.

“No Abrego,it wasn’t Roberta! It was a POWERFUL MONSTER! Three meters tall, with dragon-like wings on its shoulders and it’s eyes were full of fire!!”

But no one believes him. Yet, the rumors,about a superhuman monster prowling at night,became more widespread throughout Roanapur. Every cartel boss hears about this, and they don't believe it:

“So, who cares about a stupid rumor?! There’s no such monster in this world--in our city. And even if it were, we would kill it off.”

Soon afterwards, gunmen attack Rowan’s Show. The muscle guy Sam Park took four girls as his hostages. So the mercenaries felt real confident they would make it. Suddenly, an immense, wild roar is heard. Goliath, Hudson and Brooklyn entered and bested the scared thugs, thus saving the girls .

Goliath easily knocked down Sam Park. The Gargoyles swiftly fled way, and then the policemen came.

“Yes, Chief Watsap, the Gargoyles dealt with the terrorists, especially their leader, who defeated the brutes and saved all of us,” Joanna testiefied to the Police Chief.

The news spread through Roanapur. Soon Mr. Chang, the local leader of the Triads, heard about this. Plus, amateur artists made drawings of the Gargoyles. Many saw them--the Lagoon Company and Eda too.

And then came the escalation. Because the gods had noticed the moves and intentions of Xanatos, Zeus and Athena came in a meeting with their counterparts: Hastur, Fokalor and Yog Sothoth.

“The baleful knowledge in Necronomicon is about the construction of the weapons we used during the Clash of the Titans. Now, an entire network of plunderers comes to usurp it...not reckoning what kind of fire are about to play with!” So Zeus said.

“We agree,” Hastur, Fokalor and Yog Sothoth told him. “And how will we stop them?”

“Hastur, you’ve said that you’d deploy a human for such cases,” Zeus told him.

“Certainly! It just needs my old ones on his good side. They would not reappear on the surface for petty reasons.”

“Very well, Menes will awake with all the acolytes and soldiers for such a venture,” Zeus and Athena concluded.

“Thanks for your generous offer,” Hastur remarked. So he turned and said: “Fokalor, go to Earth and notify your protégées, the Gargoyles and the Ghouls, about our will. You, Yog Sothoth, find Menes and wake up his genuine memories so he will march for the cause. He’s been dormant: now he is to awake.”

Then swiftly Fokalor journeyed to earth and talked to his protégées. Sekhmet talked to her protégées too:The Liondsweh, namely, the Lion men, who were hidden for many millennia and now dwell in caverns,away from the human perception. Now, it was their time to resurface and join in the risk.

And we hear: “Y’AI’NG’NG AH YOG-SOTHOTH H’EE-L’GEB F’AI THRODOG UAAAH!”

Yog Sothoth found Rokuro “Rock” Okajima and dispersed his fake memories,and wakened his True ones: that actually he’s the Sumerian magical fighter Menes and the kin of the hero Gilgamesh! He had been born in prehistoric Iraq in 3099 B.C. The priesthood of Ur was saved from certain assassination,thanks to the time portal, and he traveled into the future. Once he arrived, he was disguised as a ordinary Japanese young man of the mid 90’s--even with a forged past,so no one would ever question who he really was”.

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angrypixie-sarisa · 4 years ago

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Of Death and a Baby

Piedras Rodantes Pt. 23

Sam xMexican!Witch!fem!readerx Dean (polyamorous)

Author’s note: There’s the use of indigenous language, Nahuatl, casually but magically as well. Nahuatl is the language used by the Aztecs. It doesn’t mean they were magical, but Día de muertos was celebrated long before the Spanish conquista. Because of the focus of death in this chapter I personally think that the connection between the tradition and language is quite beautiful and I wanted to use it in a way with respect. I personally am learning Nahuatl and felt the enthusiasm of incoporating it to the story. If someone finds it offensive or has notes about it I will gladly take them and even erase the chapter if necessary.

Warnings: kinda long, swearing.

(no gifs bc my wifi sucks)

“Okay, so, are you sure he had no aura? Like, not even a spark of red? Yellow? Heck, not even blue?” Diego was sitting criss cross in front of you. You shook your head as you finished drawing on your floor.

“Nothing, and when I say nothing, believe me, it was nothing. You remember that spooky book at school? The one with the weird gray lump?”

“Wha-the weird one?”

“It reminded me so much of that.”

“Word?”

“Word. Hence this.” You signaled towards the things drawn on your floor, all surrounded by the respected color, tarot cards, crystals and herbs. Diego sighed as he helped you light up all the candles.

“You know, if they find out about this, they’ll get mad.” He said as he placed his hands on his knees, palms hugging them lazily.

“¿Quién?” You asked as you did the same thing. He gave you a look as if you were supposed to know who he was talking about.

“Sam and Dean?”

“Oh, pft, who cares if they get mad? Esto es justo y necesario. Además sus sentimientos no tienen nada que ver en si hago magia o no. Screw them.” he dedicated you a proud look, before clearing his throat. “Ready?”

“On three?”

He nodded. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three. Nihuinti, nichoca, nicnotlamati, nicmati, nic-itoa, nic-elnamiqui: ¡Maca aic nimiqui, maca aic nipolihui! Incan ahmicohua, incan ontepetihua, in ma oncan niauh: ¡maca aic nimiqui, maca aic nipolihui! Estoy ebrio, lloro, me duelo, digo, me acuerdo: ¡ojalá no muera yo, ojalá nunca perezca! Donde no se muere, donde se encumbra, allá vaya yo- Ojalá.” You both chanted in unison. The circle started to illuminate with variety of colors, though the ones that repeated the most were red, purple, orange, green and blue. You kept chanting the same words over and over until in the center of it all, you got an answer.

Slowly, you both opened your eyes and moved your hands from your knees as you looked at the center on the circle.

You sighed. In temporal burnt letters it was written “Tetlapopolhuiliztli. Atlenkauitl.” Which meant sorry, no time or bussy.

“Well, there’s another way.”

“I know, but it’s the longest way of invoking death.”

“But it’ll be worth it. You’ll have your answers.”

You sighed while passing a hand through your hair.

“Es la muerte. Tiene sentido que esté ocupada.”

“Ni modo.” Your phone vibrated in your backpocket. You took it out and checked it only to find a text from Lisa. She managed to convince Dean to get on board with the gun lesson and the knife throwing. Verga. You forgot about it or rather you were utterly convinced that he wouldn’t give in that you decided to focus all your energy and thoughts to summoning Death. But well, she was busy and now you were stuck multitasking.

“It’s not fair. I wanted to learn how to throw it.”

“I know champ. But for now your mom gets this privilege.” You caressed his hair slightly. Though Lisa didn’t feel it like a privilege. She would rather not have to know how to fire a gun and throw a knife, but her situation demanded it so here she was.

“Okay, once you master the movement of your throwing hand and you don’t fear to hit your foot instead of the wood your standing on-”

She looked at you with a mock on her eyes at your teasing.

“Then you’ll move from throwing at the floor to throwing at a wall. For now, stick to the other method, the precautions and keep practising. Salt in the windows and doors, the whole shebang.”

She nodded as she and Ben helped you get the set up you brought for her practicing. Next thing you were at the door, already saying your goodbyes and as you walked a block away your phone vibrated again. Since you wanted to summon her, you kept thinking everything could be a signal that death actually made some time to pay you a quick visit. But sending a text wasn’t her style and when you saw your screen it was Dean’s name that appear. It was a text, however, you didn’t get the chance to read as a call came to replace it.

“Hey. I was just with Lisa and Ben, made sure the house’s properly safe and all. What’s-”

“Y/N, we need your help.” He sounded desperate, his voice was rushed and it sounded as if it came from different places, kind of like up and down, for some reason.

“Wha-Why? With what?” Just after you asked your ears were filled with the sound of whales, very noisy and demanding whales with a tiny sob here and there.

“Is that a baby?!”

“Yeah! I told you we need you! Quick, I don’t know for how much longer we can handle this!”

“Okay, but-”

“Perfect. See you here.” And then he hung up.

+++++

There was a knock on the other side of the door, a very loud knock. "No, no please don't…" Dean muttered as he heard the baby starting to cry again. Sam passed a frustrated hand over his face as he saw his brother open the door only to be met by another catastrophe. Your eyes were flames and he could swear you could kill anybody with that glare.

"What. The. Hell? At least if you ask me to come over give me the fucking place where you're at! I had to open five different doors to come here! There's a Swedish family you owe an apology to!" You practically helped yourself in. Taking deep breaths to calm yourself as you walk through all the room. Your eyes landed on the whaling baby. "Hi. I'm sorry, did I scare you, darling?" You went to pick him up and to the brothers surprise the baby lifted his arms at you. "Yeah, come here buddy. Hi! Are these evil men not attending to your needs? They're pretty awful aren't they?"

"Excuse me?" Dean glared at you and the baby as he settled his head on your chest, on top of your heart. You passed a soothing hand through his back and rocked him gently.

"Sorry I woke you up. They were awful to me as well." You whispered to him.

"Oh, come on!" Dean, once again, complained.

"That's a lie." You heard Sam say at the table.

"Don't believe them. They would say anything to save their necks. A bet they don't even hold you. Tsk. Muy mal." With every word you felt him relax and you looked down to confirm that his eyes were droopy.

"Hey, about your spanish." Started the older Winchester and measured his words as he was met up by a murderous gaze.

"What about my Spanish?"

"I'm tired of wondering whatever you're saying all the time. Could you just cast that spell that Diego did for Tyler?"

"Me too."

You turned to look at Sam and you couldn't see anything other than mere curiosity. You rolled your eyes as you whispered the spell and a light orange smoke appeared at your feet before dispersing quickly, as though something scared it.

"Did it-did it work?"

"Pues claro que funcionó. ¿Verdad que sí mi niño?" And as you spoke words started appearing as if they were watching a movie with subtitles.

"Wow! That's awesome! Say something more."

You thought for a while as if suddenly you didn't know any Spanish. Funny enough, the next words you spoke weren't Spanish.

"Ma cochi, pitentzin. Maconexteca pitelontzin. Ma cochi cochi noxocoyotl. Maconexteca noxocoyotzin. Maconexteca pitelontzin. Ma cochi cochi pitelontzin. Maconexteca noxocoyotzin. Maconexteca pitelontzin. Ma cochi cochi pitentzin." But it worked, the spell translated the Nahuatl words, the song to them. But of course, the sound of it wasn't familiar to the brothers.

The baby in your arms cooed lazily at the sound of the song. Instead of bothering to answer the brother's questions you kept singing to the babe until he fell asleep. Only then did you stop singing and placed him in the crib.

"What was that?" Sam asked. He had stood up from his place on the table to lean nearby on a wall.

"Nahuatl." You said nonchalantly. But of course that wasn't a satisfying answer.

"I studied Nahuatl so it makes sense that I know how to speak the language." You looked at their dumbfounded faces and sighed.

"Do you need a quick class of Mexico's history?" Seeming that there was no response you continued. "As in the United States, México was also populated by indigenous cultures. The dominant, and I'm not proud about this, culture was the Aztec/Mexica. They dominated great part of the country so it's the most spoken indigenous language, although there's still a small number of people that speak it. I personally fell in love with it and so wanted to learn it and did." You shrugged when no response came from them. "What can I say? I'm a woman of many surprises."

“I see that.” Sam said, patting your head gently as he went to head outside.

“Where are you going? I hope you didn’t just drag me around here to babysit.”

“I just have to cover something I missed. Brb.” He winked at you before disappearing behind the shut door.

You sighed and passed a hand through your hair, then turned to look at Dean, who was resting in one of the beds. “Well at least you’re here to keep me company.”

You sat beside him, looking at the wooden bars of the crib whilst biting your lip, deep in thought. He never used to pat your head, he only did it once before you told him to stop because you felt like a dog.

You felt heavy fingers tapping at your back lazily. You turned around to face the tired look on his face. “What ‘cha thinking?”

You released your lip and turned your attention back to the crib.

“Nothing.” It would’ve convinced him if it wasn’t for the fact that your voice sounded low and dark, causing him to sat up.

“That’s the worst lie you’ve ever told.” When you didn’t answer, he pressed. “Is it Sam?”

At that he caught your attention, seeing as your head quickly spun around to face him with a puzzled look painted in it.

“You feel it too?”

“Feel what?” He thought the distance between you and his brother was bothering you and he didn’t know why it was there in the first place. You two should be like newly weds or something, after all, you were reunited again.

“Nothing, nothing.” You panicked and closed your mouth before you could say something else.

“Y/N.” He warned. Well now he needed answers. He wanted to know what was happening.

“Dean, you don’t wanna know, okay?”

“Except I do, you’ve just called me Dean.”

Finally, you met him in the eye again. “What?”

“You only call me Dean when you’re serious.”

“That’s not true.”

“Mhm, sure.”

You laid back on your forearms, still looking forward. “Don’t know what you talkin’ ‘bout win- I mean, De-”

“See, I told you!” He slapped your thigh playfully as he chuckled, earning a few silent laughs from you.

“Okay, alright, you’re right. I do call you Winchester frequently.” His hand wrapped above your knee and squeezed gently. He gave you some time in silence before he planned to press again. He didn’t want to give the impression that he wouldn’t ask again but also he didn’t want to annoy you with his insistence.

“What is it? What about Sam?”

You groaned. “You never give up, do you?”

He shrugged as his thumb made tiny circles on your jean wrapped knee.

You sighed. “Fine. Si te vas a poner en ese plan, pues ya que.” You huffed as you sat up again.

He smiled softly. “ I love this spell.”

“Yeah, except now I can’t talk shit with you in the room anymore.”

He bumped his shoulder with yours. “Don’t change the subject.”

“Wha- you were the one who did.”

“Y/N.”

“Ay, sí, ya sé.” You rolled your eyes, took a deep breath and let go. “Do you think Sam is… You know, our Sammy?” There was a pause as his hand stopped moving abruptly. You started playing with one of your beaded bracelets nervously as you waited for his answer. “What do you mean?”

You sighed before answer. “He’s not Sammy, Dean. He’s… Different and not in a good way.”

“What- How is he different?”

“Well he doesn't fight with you.”

“Oh, so you prefer it that we fight?”

“No, i don’t mean it like that. I mean it’s not natural. You guys fight and now he rises from the depths of hell and suddenly your brotherhood is just paradise?”

“How do you even know that we fight normally?”

“He told me before going back to hunting, before going to hell. Dean he’s not Sam. There’s something wrong with him, he-he has no aura. He’s way to poised and calm all the time. He patted my head.” You started listing all the things, carefully toning down your voice so you wouldn’t wake up the baby again.

“Wow, what? Your basing all this on him patting your head?”

“It’s not just that, didn’t you hear what I said? He had literally no AURA. And him patting my head? I asked him not to once and he never did it again through the time we were together.”

“So he’s awkward, he’s remembering how it was having you around it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Well, how do you explain the aura then?” You crossed your arms.

At that, he remained silent, clenching his jaw as he thought. “Maybe you’re still tired, from the djinn thing.”

You took a deep breath and clenched your fists. You knew he wouldn’t understand.

“Just forget I told you this.”

“No, Y/N, I-” But whatever he was about to say got muffled by the sound of something splattering, followed by baby cries. You both looked up to see skin and blood on the wall.

You both hurried to aid him, you beating Dean to it as he answered a call from Sam.

“Dean.” You called as you picked the baby covered in green goo. He hanged up the phone and took the baby from you. But neither of you knew what to do except for panicking and do a funny dance where you stood.

“Shapeshifter.”

“I know.”

“The baby, he’s…”

“I know.”

“What do we do, Y/N?!”

“Um, okay, well…” You stammered. “No need panicking.” But what could you do? Was there anything to do, really? All you could do was take care of him until you could figure out something better. “Um, we- we can’t have a dirty baby. Let’s clean him and for once stop him from crying.”

The Winchester nodded rapidly. “Yeah, yeah that sounds like a plan.” He took the baby to the bathroom, living you staring at the mess left behind.

“I guess I’ll deal with this.”

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You finally got everything clean except that the baby kept crying. You tried cooing at him and playing with him but nothing worked. It would’ve been easier if you had a baby toy but, the brothers didn’t buy any.

“Y/N, come on. You were supposed to be the baby whisperer.”

“Oye! Just because I’m a woman it doesn’t mean I’m the baby whisperer.”

Then, there were knocks on the door before a voice came through. “Manager. Everything okay in there?” You frowned as you both shared a look before glaring at the door.

“Yeah, no, we’re fine. Thank you. Good night.”

“There’s been complaints. Mind opening the door, sir?”

“Ay, pinche wey, pues que le valga a la verga.” You whispered. The older Winchester pressed a hand on your mouth despite your complaints. “You cannot curse in front of a baby.” He scolded.

You shrugged his hand away. “Oh, grow up, everybody does.”

“Sir?”

“Uh, it’s not a good time. J-Just got out of the shower.”

The doorknob started moving impatiently. You shared a look with the hunter. In your eyes he found an ice cold blue that wasn’t supposed to be there. He saw you move to hide on one side of the door, leaving the baby to him as he placed the him in the crib, before mimicking your actions.

The door opened up to reveal a police man with a knife. Manager, mis huevos. Dean heard your voice in his head, not affording to look at the translation. The intruder just needed to advance a couple of steps before he grabbed his arm and you got the knife out his hand.

Struggling, the man pushed you two away from him, making the stupidest thing and pushing you two in between the baby and him.

“Get the hell out of the way.”

“No that’s not gonna happen.”

“A child should be with his father.”

“Prove he’s your son, then we’ll consider it.” You said.

“I’m not just talking about me, I’m talking about our father.”

You masked your confusion well enough but the hunter looked as if he took the bait. You mentally facepalmed. And as the guy went to make his move you quickly dodged his kick before you kneeled and kicked his other leg.

“Y/N, look out!”

He grabbed you by your hair and pulled. But just as sudden as it was it stopped. Dean had jumped into action and wrestled with the man.

“The knife!”

You felt it beneath you and you grabbed it as you went and pressed it on the shapeshifter’s throat. He groaned, placing his hands around the hunter’s throat.

“Try me, I’ll choke him before you could slice my throat.”

“You talk to much.” As you went to move your hand he slammed his head with yours, freeing himself from your threat.

You placed a hand on your forehead and saw him towering over you. But before he could do anything else a gunshot was heard and his body met the floor with a thump.

“Well, there goes our deposit.” You heard Dean say towards the door. You needn’t see it to know that it was Sam.

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You were driving to meet up with Samuel and the cousins. The boys had discussed about the events and Sam had suggested to go to Samuel. You weren't happy about it, your gut kept telling you that something was wrong. Still, there you were, sitting at the back of the car, keeping an eye on the sleeping baby.

You looked out your window, not really knowing where to look at, but you certainly didn’t want to face forw, when something caught your eye. As if the world had slowed down, you perfectly saw a lost soul watching dumbfounded at the cars as if they didn't know how they got into the road.

Your fingertips started tingling and you glanced down at them to find them colored a coal black tone.

Verga. You glanced around shoving everything trying to find anything that could help you; there had to be something you could use to hide them.

"Hey, what's up?" Dean asked watching you through the rear mirror.

"Uh. Sammy…" you cleared your throat. "Sam, do you happen to have the other day's gloves?"

"Uh, I think so. I think there somewhere back there."

You sighed and mumbled a thank you. You were sure to move carefully, trying not to flash them your fingertips.

Just as you thought you had no exit to your problem you saw crushed leather fingers beneath the baby's car chair.

"Ay Dios mío, gracias!" You quickly retrieved them, shoving your hands swiftly into the soft fabric from the inside.

"So, what's with you and the gloves?" The older brother asked.

"I- I well, you know, I tend to wear them when I get too overwhelmed."

"Overwhelmed, 'bout what?"

"Er, um, pues, 'bout the energy of people or a place, sometimes certain hours of the day. It depends but the feeling's rare."

While it was a true statement, it had more to do with the fact that death started surrounding you and it would only intensify once the summoning was complete. But, the fingers usually happened if the spell for summoning death worked a little too well.

+++

It was night time when you arrived and the chills down your spine intensified. There was no way you were leaving the baby’s side now.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Soon all of this mess would be over.

You held the baby close to you, careful not to crush him, and the cousins gave you weird looks about it that you decided to take care of by giving them the finger. Every time you did, Dean shook his head.

“Oh, relax he’s asleep. He can’t see me.”

Gwen approached you with her eyes fixed on the baby. She went to caress his head softly as she said. “Well, aren’t you the best disguise a monster ever wore?”

You looked away from her, sure that if you stared at her for too long her head would explode. Instead you locked eyes with Dean and you both rolled eyes in unison at his cousin’s words.

However, she noticed. “I’m kidding, guys. Relax.” She said before going away.

You lifted the baby softly so he could hear your words. “Cura, cura, cura. Sana todo lo que llevas. Que tus abuelos están contigo y sus espíritus te protegen.” It was an incantation to wash away the energy of the brother’s cousin, you didn’t want it sticking around where it didn’t belong. No one heard, but they did see you and questioned you. When asked what the hell you were doing, you shrugged.

“Que te valga madre, ¿no?”

When you fully lifted your gaze, the Sams were already heading towards you and the older brother had already stood besides you.

“Hey, let me see the little guy.”

“That’s alright I got it.” You said firmly.

Samuel smiled. “What do you think I’m gonna do?”

There it was, your ice cold eyes again. “I don’t know. What do you think you’re gonna do?”

“You don’t want an answer to that question.” Dean backed you up.

“Well, I’m curious. Who exactly do you think we are?” Christian asked from his chair.

“Hunters.” You both answered. But that didn’t matter because his response was only directed to the one on your right side.

“Funny. Here i thought we were family.”

“Hey, let’s not get worked up.” Sam started.

“Yeah, let’s not.” His cousin finished before directing his attention to something else.

“Here, Y/N, it’s fine.” He neared you and looked at you. “Let me take him. It’s okay.”

“Heh, well you’ll have to rip him off of my arms.” You didn’t move. You stood your ground because stepping back would’ve ment intimidation and you weren’t intimidated you were furious.

“Y/N.” Sam said quietly.

“No, don’t talk that bullshit to me. What do you want him for? Hm? Tell me, give me a good reason why you want me to hand him and I will.”

The room fell silent, more than it already was. You scoffed. “What you can’t think of a good one? He’s fine, he’s healthy, he isn’t injured. You want to take a look at him? Hear your words. Look. You can do that shit with your eyes, I don’t need to hand him over for that.”

Samuel, sighed, raising a hand to scratch the back of his neck.

He’s nervous. The older brother heard your words in his head. His back shuddered, but when he turned to look at you he saw that your attention wasn’t directed at him. He didn’t even think you actually intended to talk to him. What did you said once? You tended to think loudly.

“What are you gonna do with him?” The attention of the good ol’ Campbell shifted from you to his grandson.

“Raise him.”

You scoffed. “Simón, wey. Esa ni tu te la crees.”

“Raise him?”

“You got another suggestion?”

“But-”

“It’s dangerous out there for him.”

“What about in here? What are we gonna study him? Poke at ‘im?”

“Your mind goes right to torture, Dean. Don’t assume that for everyone.”

“What exactly you’re tryna say?” Great, now you got two angry people. Good luck fighting us.

“Sorry, I heard what you majored in. Down in the pit.” Christian retorted.

“Ay, pinche puñetas! Que te valga madre, pinche cabron de mierda!”

“Sorry, I don’t speak mexican.”

You gritted your teeth. “And I don’t speak bozo, yet here we are.”

“The hell is your problem, man?”

His cousin stood up and walked directly towards you. “You’re starting to become a pain in my ass.”

“Take it easy. They’re my family.” Sam stepped in.

Christian took a look at you. “I’m not scared of fighting a girl.”

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.”

Dean gulped and looked at your eyes, they were no longer icy blue, they were pure red, as fire and blood. As if you could burst something into flames by just looking at it.

“We’re done bristling up here or what? Nobody’s doing anything to him, guys. When he’s old enough we throw it to him.” Samuel spoke. “He wants to volunteer to help out, that’s fine.”

“Could be great.” Mark added.

“How?” You asked lowly.

“Think of the kind of hunter he’ll grow up to be.”

“Hm. See I didn’t see it before but now I do. Thank you for that, you’ve opened my eyes.” You said sarcastically.

“You have to be joking! I mean, come on. You can’t Angelina Jolie a shapeshifter.”

“Why can’t you give me an inch of trust, Dean?”

“Y/N, give him the baby.” Mark commanded.

“Uy, sí, mamón. Lo que usted ordene. Se me olvidaba que le tengo que hacer caso a cualquier pendejo que abra la boca.”

“Maybe because you two are back from the dead and I seem to be the only one who wants to know how.”

“You’re not the only who wants to know.” Sam said softly. That took you off guard, it sounded so genuine yet only in that moment he felt honest.

“Well, there’s too much of mystery in this family for me to get comfy.”

“Then don’t. But don’t put it on us. All we’re trying to do is invite you in. You too, young lady. You think we are some merciless hunters but we’ve been nothing but open to you. Christian, you’ve always wanted a baby, haven’t you?”

“I mean, yeah.”

“Try to take him away from me and see what happens.”

Samuel scoffed. “What you think you can do better?”

“At raising him? Yeah, I do.”

“But didn’t you tell Sam that you didn’t want kids?” Gwen stepped in.

“Well I changed my mind, sue me. One thing is for certain, I have a better chance. You guys are always on the run, always hopping from one town to another. You don’t have a steady income. I do. And I have a savings account with money enough to start a college fund. If you can’t say the same thing, leave the baby the fuck alone.” Your phone kept buzzing like crazy. Just a little bit more, he’s almost here.

Everyone fell silent again. This was new to Dean. He had never seen you liked this but he always knew that you had a good way of shutting people the hell up with solid facts.

Just when Samuel opened his mouth to respond, distant barks were heard and panic overflowed the room.

You looked at Sam, only to find nothing but confusion. Then you turned to Dean, but he only dedicated you a panic look as well. You felt paralyzed, your body tensed and for the first time in years, you didn’t know what to do. Well, you did, but it was easier for you to think tit than to move your body. You had to blame it on the spell, it was making you slow and frightful, like an old person that had their foot more on the afterlife than on the material world

“Safe room.” Samuel said. He placed a hand on your shoulder and guided you towards a door. “It’s downstairs. The baby’s gonna be safe there, go! We got it, go!”

+++

Loud clanks and footsteps echoed in the safe room where the four of you where at.

“Come on, Bobby John, you’ve got to be quiet.” Dean cooed at him above of you. You still didn’t feel like handing him to someone else.

“I’m gonna go check, you guys stay here.” Sam said, but as he looked through the window his image was mirrored and the shapeshifter yanked the door of it’s hinges. He took Sam by the collar, blocking his attack and threw him out of the room, knocking him out. He spotted you and began to walk towards your direction, getting rid of Dean in the process, making him blackout as well. . He then saw you and took your form.

“Give me the baby.”

“Took you long enough.” You whispered before handing them the babe. The shapeshifter gave you a thankful look as they carried the baby in his arms. They took a deep breath as they relaxed knowing that his keen was finally with them.

“Thank you for calling us. And trusting us, Y/N. Thank you for taking care of him, we are in debt with you. It did making the tracking easier”

“There’s no need for that.” You sighed. “I’m only glad he’s safe. I was the only one who thought he was better with his kind.”

Your mirrored self gave you one last nod before walking away. Just as they were about to round the corner, they turned to you.

“But you didn’t trust one of us before. What changed?”

“Like I told him. All I needed was proof that he was the father. Now it doesn’t matter anymore. He has no one close to him left. I’m sorry for all the trouble, it wasn’t supposed to go like this.”

They shrugged and as they walked away they said: “Make sure to make your injuries believable.”

Yeah. You thought and sighed. That was going to hurt.

The rest of it went like you expected, lots of clean up and confusion. Dean asked about the shapeshifter alpha (which was the one tracking the baby) and his grandparent and Sam answered patiently.

Now you where at the walk to the car, tending to your black eye, that you funnily gave yourself, while the brothers talked.

“You know what’s funny.”

“What?”

“Back there, the fight in the motel. That guy said that they had to be with their father. So maybe, he was talking about the alpha.”

“Uh, I guess so.” Sam said nonchalantly.

“So you heard that?”

“I don’t know, it was kind of a hot moment? Why?” He looked at his brother and then at you, but whatever he was searching for he didn’t find it.

“Because if you did know the alpha was out there and you knew they were looking for the baby, then that means you took the baby as bait.”

Sam fell silent but looked at his brother as he waited for the question. “So did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Took the baby as bait?”

“Of course not, Dean. I honestly thought Samuel was the best shot we got.”

The older Winchester looked at you for backup and his brother mimicked his action.

“Ah no, a mí ni me miren, yo tengo mis propios problemas ahorita.” You pointed at your black eye and thankfully that made them take their eyes off of you. And the rest of the ride was silent as a tomb.

+++

When you got back to your house, a tiny shadow was waiting for you, meowing.

You sighed, relieved. “Schrödinger, hola gato guapo.”

“You have a message. It’s on the altar.” He walked you towards your coffee table, where you had mantled death’s altar. In the center, on top of the tarot death card, there was an envelope with a black wax seal, death’s seal.

You sighed. “Always so fancy and proper, huesuda.” You opened the enveloped and unfolded the letter that was inside. It was a personal letter to basically tell you to be patient, she had a lot of work but as soon as she felt a space between her schedule she would gladly have a cup of coffee with you.

“Great. I’ll have to make café de olla de aquí hasta que aparezca.” You clicked your tongue.

“At least she communicated with you.” Schrödinger said as he rubbed his body against your leg. You smiled and picked him up. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

+++

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blackpoliglota · 5 years ago

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🎶Música/Musique/音樂🎶

A friend of mine went on Instagram a few weeks ago and asked her mutuals for international music suggestions. Naturally, ya neighborhood Black linguist right here responded immediately... despite seeing the post at about 4am her time in Madrid 😭 After having given my friend the lengthy (... or not-so-lengthy) list of artists I listen to on the daily, I decided to make a post about this! So without further ado, here is my list of artists I listen to, as well as some of my favorite songs by them! Album titles are in parentheses after the song titles. And feel free to click on any song title you’d like to listen to!

SPANISH 🇵🇷🇨🇱🇨🇺

Calle 13 🇵🇷

I first came across Calle 13 through Shakira’s song “Gordita” from her album Sale El Sol waaaaaay back in 2010, but it wouldn’t be until my senior year in college (2019) when I started listening to their stuff. Now I listen to literally ALL of their songs, but some of my favorites are:

“Latinoamerica” Feat. Totó La Momposina, Maria Rita y Susana baca (Entre Los Que Quieran)

“Digo Lo Que Pienso” (Entre Los Que Quieran)

“Muerte en Hawaii” (Entre Los Que Quieran)

“Todo Se Mueve” Feat. Seun Keti (Entre Los Que Quieran)

“El Aguante” (MultiViral)

“Multi_Viral” Feat. Kamilya Jubran, Tom Morello y Julian Assange (MultiViral)

“Cuando los Pies Besan el Piso” (MultiViral)

“Los Idiotas” (MultiViral)

“Perseguido” Feat. Biga Ranx (MultiViral)

“Que Lloren” (Los De Atrás Vienen Conmigo)

“Gringo Latin Funk” (Los De Atrás Vienen Conmigo)

“La Perla” Feat. Rubén Blades y La Chilinga (Los De Atrás Vienen Conmigo)

“Fiesta de Locos” (Los De Atrás Vienen Conmigo)

Residente 🇵🇷

One half of the act Calle 13, Residente made his solo career debut in 2017 with his self-titled album, the album that actually reintroduced me to Calle 13 in 2019. Residente also has several released singles here and there, some of which being products of collaborations with Bad Bunny and others. Here are some of my favorites from him:

“Guerra” (Residente)

“Apocalíptico” (Residente)

“Dagombas en Tamale” (Residente)

“Somos Anormales” (Residente)

“El Futuro Es Nuestro” (Residente)

“Bellacoso” Feat. Bad Bunny (Bellacoso - Single)

“Cántalo” w/ Ricky Martin y Bad Bunny (Cántalo - Single)

“René” (René - Single)

Danay Suárez 🇨🇺

In my last semester at my college I took a class called Afro-Latin History, a class I wish I found out about much sooner than I did. That class seriously had me questioning my choice in major... IN MY LAST SEMESTER!!! Seriously, EASILY one of the best classes I’ve taken in my entire life, no exaggeration. ANYWAY (getting of topic, my bad 😅), in one class we were discussing a book called Negro Soy Yo (= Black I Am) in which the author (Marc D. Perry) relates how hip-hop and rap are used to explore Cuba’s racial structure alignment and how it shifts along with the state’s change from a revolutionary socialist state to one functioning under capitalism. Being inspired from such an interesting read, I decided to look for more Afro-Cuban musicians to listen to. Next thing I know, I have Danay Suárez playing in my ear. My favorite songs from her are:

”Closer Now” Feat. The Idan Raichel Project (Palabras Manuales)

“Integridad” Feat. Stephen Marley (Palabras Manuales)

“Yo Aprendi” (Polvo De La Humanidad)

“Las Bala” Feat. El B. (Palabras Manuales)

Ana Tijoux 🇨🇱

It’s thanks to 2 of my college friends that I learned about Ana Tijoux. This Chilean rapera (= rapper) came to Scripps – one of the Claremont colleges; I went to Pomona – to give a talk about how she uses her music to communicate her political views (trash talking capitalism... my kind of political view) and to promote social justice, to keep it short and sweet. These are my favorites from Ana Tijoux:

“1977” (1977)

“Somos Sur” Feat. Shadia Mansour (Vengo)

“Vengo” (Vengo)

“Antipatriarca” (Vengo)

“Creo en Ti” Feat. Juanito Ayala (Vengo)

“Oulala” (1977)

“Cacerolazo” (Cacerolazo - Single)

“Antifa Dance” (Antifa Dance - Single)

Ibeyi 🇨🇺(🇫🇷)

Now discovering Ibeyi happened completely randomly... through a targeted Facebook video placed on my timeline. It was their music video of the song “Me Voy” featuring Mala Rodriguez that appeared. No long story here: I watched it, became intrigued, looked them up to find that they’re *AFRO-CUBAN (and French) artists, became more intrigued, searched for and listened to more of their music, and ultimately fell in love with their sound. The way their voices are so in sync with each other is ethereal; together they sound celestial! Some of my favorites from them are:

“Me Voy” Feat. Mala Rodriguez (Ash)

“I Carried This for Years” (Ash)

“Deathless” Feat. Kamasi Washington (Ash)

“River” (Ibeyi)

“Behind the Curtain” (Ibeyi)

French 🇧🇪

Stromae 🇧🇪

I can’t exactly remember how I came across Stromae... I believe it was through a childhood friend of mine?? I know for a fact that she did mention him to me at some point before I started actually listening to his songs, but I’m not sure if it was via those conversations how I became motivated to give his music a try 🤔 Either way, I ended liking his music enough to listen to it constantly! Here’s what kept me listening to Stromae:

“Papaoutai” (Racine Carrée)

OOOOOOOH I JUST REMEMBERED!!! 😃😃😃 It was through Pentatonix’s arrangement of his song “Papaoutai”! I found myself loving their version and became curious of where they found this song to arrange. Okay, back to the list:

“bâtard” (Racine Carrée)

“tous les mêmes” (Racine Carrée)

“carmen” (Racine Carrée)

“avf” (Racine Carrée)

“Dodo” (Cheese)

“Peace or Violence” (Cheese)

“Je Cours” (Cheese)

Portuguese 🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷

Flavia Coelho 🇧🇷

I can’t thank God (and app developers) enough for an app like Shazam; if it wasn’t for this magical app, I wouldn’t have found out about Flavia Coelho. By pure circumstance, I heard her song “Na Favela” on the radio while taking an uber to somewhere while back in college (sometime during senior year) in Southern California (MAN do I miss being out there 😭). Fast forward to right after graduation, where I find myself in New York City: I'm out here for my college’s glee club tour, for which we had evening performances and free time during the day. One day, I decided to go running in Central Park, and part of my preparation for any run consists of finding the right music to run to. Normally I go with fast-paced, up-beat, arrogant rap stuff, but decided that I wanted this run to be an easy-going, enjoyable one – a run in which I’m not trying to improve my pace. “What better music to listen to than Flavia Coelho’s,” I think. Plus, it gave me an excuse (and plenty of time) to listen to an artist I recently discovered at the time. Thanks to the run, I found a few favorite songs by her:

“Na favela” (Sonho Real)

“Se ligue” (Sonho Real)

“Paraiso” (Sonho Real)

“Por Cima” (Mundo Meu)

“Quer Vadiar” (Sonho Real)

“Leidi” (Sonho Real)

“Pai de Santo” (Mundo Meu)

I couldn’t find a more aurally-polished version of the song on youtube, so apologies!

“O Dom” (Mundo Meu)

Sergio Mendes 🇧🇷

Ooooh the great Sergio Mendes. To be completely honest, there’s not much I can say about him except that I know he’s one of Brazil’s greatest and world-renown musicians... and that I came across him through the Wii game Samba de Amigos. I couldn’t tell y’all how bad I wanted that game when I was 11... GOOD LORDT, WHEN I was ELEVEN!? GOODNESS, how time passes! 😱 ANYWAY, there was one song I always played on that game called “Magalenha”. At the time I didn’t know it was a Sergio Mendes song – when I looked it up, the artist that kept coming up was someone named Bellini and Mendoça do Rio. So what happens next? Well of course I download the song (FOR FREE and illegally thanks to L*mew*re... rip) and conduct even further research on those two artists I first found. All of this searching would ultimately lead me down a web hole that led me to Sergio Mendes. I admittedly have not listened to enough of his stuff, but here are a few that I currently fancy:

“Fanfarra” Feat. Alceu Do Cavaco (Brasileiro)

“Magalenha” (Brasileiro)

“What is This?” (Brasileiro)

“Simbora” Feat. Carlinhos Brown (Magic)

“Samba de Roda” Feat. Aila Menezes & Gracinha Leporace (Magic)

“One Nation” Feat. Carlinhos Brown (Magic)

“Mas Que Nada” (Mas Que Nada)

Carlinhos Brown 🇧🇷

It’s thanks to Sergio that I came across Carlinhos Brown... now how exactly did I find out about Senhor (=Mr.) Brown through Senhor Mendes, I'm not sure; there were so many opportunities for this to have happened! I mean, if you take a look at all of Sergio’s music, you’ll find LOADS of collaborations between him and Carlinhos Brown. Also, bruh, I thought I loved Sergio’s stuff when I stumbled upon it... sorry Sergio, but my love for you doesn’t hold a candle to my LOVE for Carlinhos Brown! Here are some of my favorites that I still listen to (and futilely try to dance the samba to... can someone teach me please??) on a regular basis:

“Afroascendente” (Marabô)

I couldn’t this song on youtube, so if y’all are subscribed to any music streaming services, look it up on there. Apologies!

“Vidacarnaval” (Marabô)

“Carlito Marron” (Carlinhos Brown E Carlito Marron)

“Fofoqueira” (Mixturada Brasileira)

“Mixturação” Feat. Ivete Sangalo (Mixturada Brasileira)

“Ói Pra Cá” Feat. Filhos de Gandhy (Ói Pra Cá - Single)

“Mulemba Xangóla” in collaboration w/ Bonga & Marisa Monte (Onda Sonora: Red Hot + Lisbon)

“Ô Vida” Feat. Nina de Freitas (Rio 2: Music From The Motion Picture)

“Sapo Cai” Feat. Mikael Mutti (Rio: Music From The Motion Picture)

Emicida 🇧🇷

Another Afro-descended artist doing his thing, Emicida is one of my favorite types of artists: a conscious rapper. I know this by looking up translations of his songs... cause ya girl ain’t got NO understanding of Portuguese to be listening to songs and be like “oooh that was clever!” like she does with Calle 13... BUT I’’L GET THERE, THIS I SWEAR!!! Emicida is still fairly new to me; I found his stuff thanks to Ibeyi (from the Spanish section above). Regardless, I still have few songs from him I listen to often:

“Libre” Feat. Ibeyi (AmarElo)

“Principia” Feat. Pastor Henrique Vieira, Fabiana Cozza & Pastoras do Rosário (AmarElo)

“Eminência Parda” Feat. Jé Santiago, Papillon & Dona Onete (AmarElo)

“AmarElo (Sample: Sujeito de Sorte - Belchior)” Feat. Majur & Pablo Vittar (AmarElo)

“Hacia El Amor” Feat. Ibeyi (Hacia El Amor - Single)

Japanese 🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵

OOP, what’s that I hear? It’s ANIME TIME!!! LOL jk... BUT to be fair, I say this because literally all of the Japanese songs that I listen to come from a bunch of anime series I’ve seen throughout the past 10 years. So yeah, get ready to experience a bit of my weeb years, heh heh. I’m gonna categorize the songs by anime series title instead of by artist name:

Fullmetal Alchemist 🦾🙏🏾⚡️

“Melissa” by Porno Graffiti (Porno Graffiti’s Best Blues)

“Ready Steady Go!” by L’arc-En-Ciel (Smile)

“Rewrite” by Asian Kung-Fu Generation (Sol-fa)

“Period” by CHEMISTRY (Chemistry 2001-2011)

“Uso” by SID (SID 10th Anniversary BEST)

“Let It Out” by Miho Fukuhara

“Shunkan SENTIMENTAL” by Scandal (Temptation Box)

Bleach 🗡💀

“*~Asterisk~” by Orange Range (Natural)

“D-tecnoLife” by UVERworld (Neo Sound Best)

“Ichirin no Hana” by High and Mighty Color

“Alones” by Aqua Times (Darekanochijoue)

“After Dark” by Asian Kung-Fu Generation (World World World)

“Chu-Bura” by Kelun (Kelun)

“Shoujo S” by Scandal (Scandal Show)

“Animarossa” by Prono Graffiti (Trigger)

“chAngE” by Miwa

“Ranbu no Melody” by SID (Ranbu No Melody)

“BLUE” by ViViD (INFINITY)

“Harukaze” by Scandal (Scandal)

“Tsumasaki” by ORESKABAND (ORESKABAND)

“Gallop” by Pe’zmoku

“Haruka Kanata” by UNLIMITS

Soul Eater 💀🎃⛓🗡

“Resonance” by T.M. Revolution

“Papermoon” by Tommy heavely6

“I Wanna Be” by Stance Punks

“Bakusou Yume Uta” by Diggy-MO’ (DX 10th Anniversary All This Time 2008-2018)

“Strength.” by Abingdon Boys School (ABINGDON ROAD)

Kill La Kill 🗡✂️👙

“Sirius” by Eir Aoi

“Ambiguous” by GARNiDELiA (Ambiguous - Single)

“Gomen ne, Iiko ja Irarenai” by Miku Sawai

“Sanbika” by Eir Aoi

Annnnd DONE! Congrats on making it through this SUPER long post! Again, this is some of the music in other languages I listen to on a regular basis; you can click on any of the song titles to listen to them in their entirety if you’d like. Also, if any of y’all have any recommendations on what I should listen to – especially if it’s in Mandarin or French, considering a Mandarin section is nonexistent and the French section is just sad compared to the others 😭 –please reach out! I’d love to hear what you guys listen to, so let’s start up a little music exchange, yeah? Cool. Here’s to finally finishing this post that’s taken me EONS to complete!

乾杯 (gān bēi)! 🥂

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emotionsofthesoul · 5 years ago

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Chapter 29 _ Vamos al Valle De La Muerte?

Since Hope’s arrival Juliana and Valentina had begun to hang out with the twins and Penelope more often. Things on campus had smoothed out and no one looked at Juliana like the odd one out any longer. She had more than proven herself with each project and each assignment going above and beyond everyone’s expectations. Spring Break was around the corner and Juliana was given the week off from work with paid vacation.

One evening before the official beginning of Spring Break for either girls, Valentina was laying down on Juliana’s bed as Juliana sketched on her bedroom desk. They spent many evenings like this, simply being in each other’s presence as they each did their own thing. This particular evening Valentina was observing her girlfriend who was lost in her own world.

“Hey, Juls?” Valentina said not moving from her position on the bed.

“Hmm?” Juliana responded without looking up from her drawing.

Valentina smiled and continued, “do you wanna go to Death Valley for spring break? We can go with Pen and co. I think it’d be fun, our first official road trip together.”

That caught Juliana’s attention. “A road trip huh? Okay. What would be doing on this road trip?”

Valentina sat up with an excited grin knowing that Juliana was on board. “Well, we can take the RV and start with the Amargosa Opera House you always talk about. Stay there for three days, explore around the valley, then head to Vegas and figure it out from there?”

“Vegas? What are we gonna do in Vegas? We’re not even 21 yet.” Juliana asked with a slight giggle.

“We don’t need to be 21 to enjoy the city. Sure there’s clubs and casinos and whatnot but we can still go sight seeing. We can go to that Dinning In The Sky thing. On our way home we can stop wherever the girls want or anywhere else you want to go. If we leave tomorrow we’ll have about 11 days to do whatever.” Valentina said like if this hadn’t been a last minute idea.

Juliana threw herself on the bed next to her girlfriend pulling her phone out of her pocket. “Okay. Call Hope, I’ll call Penelope and they can call the twins.” Looking up quickly and changing her mind Juliana said, “Actually, no. Let’s tell them to meet us up at Maya’s Kitchen, tell them we have a proposition for them.”

Once they were all together they ordered their food and started planning their trip. Lizzie and Penelope wanted to stop by Warner Brother’s to go on the studio tour. The studio was holding the Pretty Little Liars exhibit once again and that show was the one thing, aside from Josie, that they bonded over. Josie and Hope on the other hand wanted to go to Universal Studios to go to Harry Potter world.

They decided they would leave the following morning at 5am to arrive at the opera house by 1pm. They would take turns driving so by the time they arrived they could rest and watch the evening show.

The rest of the girls lived in the city so they went home to pack, Valentina on the other hand who lived further away decided to just get clothes from the loft and what she had at Juliana’s apartment. Valentina called her father to ask for the RV and tell him their plan, without much explaining he agreed.

By 9pm They all met up at Juliana’s apartment to help load everything in the RV. They decided spend the night at Juliana’s in order to leave from her place in the morning on schedule.

The following morning the girls were off on their trip. On the drive to Death Valley, Valentina and Julian took turns driving. The first few hours were quiet since most of the girls were asleep. Juliana was playing Valentina’s favorite playlist as they hummed along to the songs. Around 10am Hope pulled out her guitar and the entire group took turns singing while Juliana drove. Valentina sang a few originals for Juliana. They spent the remainder of the trip singing and telling silly jokes.

By the time they arrived at the Armargosa Opera House & Hotel they checked in and settled into their respective rooms. They took two hours to rest and by 3pm they went out to the main lobby and asked the woman in charge if they could organize a tour for the six of them. The tour was an hour and a half. By the time the girls were done with the tour more than half of them had shed a few tears. They fell in love with the story of the place and wished they could’ve met Mrs. Martha but they were glad her art, passion, and love lived on.

The girls went to bed soon after the show ended. Valentina took beautiful pictures of the place and the show, she decided that once they arrived back home she would edit them and turn them into a book for the Opera House. Juliana was so happy she got to finally see the Opera House she’d been wanting to see for about three years. She thanked Valentina for making one of her dreams come true. Valentina smiled tenderly and responded saying it would be the first of many.

Valentina and the girls left very early the following day to see the sunrise at the Racetrack Playa to see the sliding rocks. That was something Valentina had always wanted to see and capture with her camera. The sunrise was pretty but in that moment Juliana thought there was nothing more beautiful than the genuinely happy smile Valentina held on her face.

By noon the girls returned to the hotel and decided to check out and head to Las Vegas. Hope drove the two hours it took to arrive. The Mikaelson family has a residence in the city and Hope insisted they stay there so they didn’t have to get a hotel. They stopped by a grocery store and bought food to cook for dinner. They took the rest of the day to relax and watch a few movies, all agreeing to explore the city on Sunday morning and do another sight seeing run once the sun went down and the lights came on.

As planned they went exploring for a bit by foot, had lunch at one of Hope’s favorite restaurants and went home to relax while the heat settled. They ended up going to the Dinner In The Sky as Valentina had mentioned and went sight seeing for the rest of the night. Valentina took a lot of picture once again and couldn’t help but capture her beautiful girlfriend on their mini adventure. Juliana had never been to Vegas and was amazed by the night life and all replica towers.

They spent another night in Vegas and by Monday morning made their way to LA. Penelope and Lizzie being the ones most excited about their first Buena Park stop slept most of the way there so by the time they arrived they would be well rested and ready to enjoy the tour.

Once in Buena Park the girls went to their hotel before getting their rental car to head to Warner Brother Studios for the tour. The tour was something they all enjoyed for different reasons. They learned all about the makeshift town of Rosewood and learned it was the exact same town and houses used for shows such as Gilmore Girls and Friends. They got to see Spencer’s famous barn. They got to see Radley Sanitarium turned into a hotel for a movie being shot.

Juliana was most excited to see the Wonder Woman outfit from the DC Universe exhibit. The man giving them the tour explained that the Supergirl show moved locations to Vancouver because it was much cheaper to shoot there than in LA. They got to see all of the Batmobiles and the pink Lamborghini used in Suicide Squad. Valentina and Juliana being the car lovers they are, loved that tour stop. The tour ended at the gift shop where the girls all got souvenirs. Juliana bought a Bugs Bunny key chain for her father and a Friends mug for her mother. In that same building they held the Pretty Little Liar’s costumes and Valentina made sure to snap pictures for Lizzie and Penelope as well as a few candid shots throughout the tour. Being the fans they were Penelope and Lizzie each bought a mug with the signature Pretty Little Liars “-A” written on it as well as other merch. After the tour, they headed to the hotel and spent the evening at the spa getting pampered.

The following day they made their way to their final stop, universal studios. They spent the entire day at the amusement park making sure they covered as much ground as they could. By the time the park was closing the girls were exhausted yet satisfied with the rides they rode and everything they experienced. Juliana drove the girls to the hotel for their final night before finally making their way home the next morning.

This had been the best spring break Juliana had ever had and she still couldn’t comprehend how she got so lucky with a girl like Valentina. She didn’t think she’d ever get to see the opera house yet here she was at the end of their trip with one dream checked off.

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Here is a video of the Amargosa Opera House that I think everyone should definitely see:

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#forever #Forever update #forever ch29 #juliantina #juliana valdes #valentina carvajal

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musiciatee · 6 years ago

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yet another plot bunny: lucia garcía flores

Dios te salve, María. Llena eres de gracia: El Señor es contigo.

Lucia didn’t know what fresh air smelled like anymore.

She had forgotten what the sun felt like on her bare skin. The one strong ray that shone in through the single skylight in her room was a poor alternative.

Her prison.

A crucifix hung directly above her bed, an artifact that only supplied the sense of security to anyone who wasn’t her. She’d spend her days rereading classic literature, draw, looking at herself in the mirror to stare at the glowing amber orbs where deep chocolate irises would usually stare back, laying in bed, and praying for salvation.

That last one seemed to be more out of habit than anything else. She wasn’t sure someone like her could ever find salvation.

Bendita tú eres entre todas las mujeres.

Her mother had been the daughter of devout Catholics. A little too devout. María had been rebellious, to say the least. Left home the minute she graduated from high school, yearning to search for a life of her own. She had big plans. Leave home, never look back, go to college, graduate, go to law school, make a life for herself. But then she met the most mysterious and dangerous man she had ever come into contact with and for a small town girl, it was thrilling.

She didn’t know what came over her, sleeping with a man three hours after meeting him was certainly not something that was characteristically her. But something about him drew her to him. What was his name? Oh, it didn’t really matter, did it? Not really…

Not until María fell pregnant, a horribly unforeseen obstacle in the way of her detailed life plan.

She didn’t take after her holy namesake. She was more cutthroat than maternal, more ambitious than nurturing. That was no fault of her own, that was just who she was. But there was something that prevented her from doing her and the kid a favor, something that kept her from getting rid of it. A voice, sly and appealing, whispering at her ear, telling her not to do it.

She found herself listening to it until she was lying in a hospital bed, holding a little baby girl in her arms. She knew she couldn’t give the kid what she needed. And so the unnamed baby was left on the doorstep of her devout grandparents with nothing as a reminder of her mother save for a handwritten note and a stuffed cat.

Lucia didn’t know much about her mother other than the fact that her grandparents were ashamed of her and that she was off somewhere else, presumably living a successful life without having to face her biggest mistake.

But now her grandparents could say the exact same thing. Lucia had been carted off away from them, to a convent where they thought she could get the help she needed for her obviously sinful self. She lived with the sisters. Or rather, she lived as their prisoner.

At first she had wholeheartedly believed that it was the right thing to do. She had, after all, killed someone.

Of course, Lucia hadn’t meant to. Seventeen years old and she had been as sheltered as could be (her grandparents always had been afraid that she’d end up like her mother), but puberty had changed something in her. She turned heads, grabbed attention, much to her chagrin. Modest, baggy clothing did nothing to hide her uncontrollable smoldering gaze.

All she wanted was to keep her head down, finish high school, go to college, become an engineer. She had lofty goals just like her mother, and just like with María, a man got in the way. The only difference was that at the end of the day María made a choice. Lucia forever wished she had one.

She lost control.

It was the only way to explain it.

She would always remember him. Her first and last kiss. Samuel Connors. Eighteen years old. A high school senior, like her. He was planning on getting out of their small down, applying to schools on the coasts, but he hoped he could get into one in California because he wanted to live near a beach. He wanted to make movies.

He had an eye for art.

That’s what he told her when he saw her when he picked her up for the prom. The night went by in a blur and ended in the biggest tragedy of her life.

Her red prom dress pooled on the floor at the end of the bed, he hovered over her, lust clear in his eyes. The minute she tilted her head up, letting her lips meet his, it was like electricity jolted through her. All she could do was deepen the kiss, like she was literally drinking him in. It was in that moment she felt his every desire, his every wish, she knew him inside and out. His insecurities, his past, his deepest, innermost secrets. For those sweet, few moments, she was him and he was her. There was nothing about him she didn’t know. There was no part of him that wasn’t hers.

She had never felt so alive.

And then she felt a weight fall against her.

Opening her eyes, Samuel Connors’ eyes were wide open, his skin ashen, and his heart no longer pulsing.

The convent hadn’t been a terrible place to stay. Not at first. But the sisters had been convinced of the darkness that lurked within in her the minute she stepped foot into their sanctuary. Nothing could sway them of anything else. Not her modest dress. Not the fact that she would mutter the Hail Mary under her breath at any moment possible.

Seventeen years old and she had been locked away, seemingly for her own good, but it only served to make that darkness fester.

Y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre: Jesús.

Five years.

It had taken five years for her to perfect her plan. Five years, but she had done it, albeit not on her own. Throughout those five, long years, she had been intermittently plagued by a whispering voice. Always the same voice. Low, smokey and appealing, but dangerous.

Use your voice, daughter. It would say. It had taken her a while to give into it, to actually listen and interpret what it meant. It wasn’t some cryptic bullshit her inner self was trying to say to motivate her. The mysterious voice was giving her insight into her abilities. And logically, if it was calling her daughter the mysterious voice belonged to her father. Belonged to a man she had never met and knew nothing about, but apparently was somehow able to guide her to escape.

While she was kept in her room, she had eventually been granted freedom for occasions such as attending Sunday mass, so long as a sister was by her side at all times. So, she started out small. Made sure that her commands were things that could be mistaken for simple graciousness on the part of the various sisters she practiced on.

‘Please, may I have an extra meal? May I have an extra hour out on the grounds? Could I get a moment alone, please?’

The first time she had used her abilities in front of a reflective surface, she nearly lost her nerve. Her eyes transformed, the pupils narrowing and the irises widening as they glowed a bright amber. To say that the honey-yellow of her eyes startled her would be an understatement. A stark contrast from her usually dark brown eyes, they were haunting to say the least.

It wasn’t just her eyes that changed. Her voice, when she used it so intentionally, became smoother than melted chocolate. Even to her ears, she could tell there was a difference in how she sounded.

‘Sister, please, just a moment of your time… Please… Wouldn’t you like this dress? I think you would. I have an idea, let’s trade.’

It was easy enough.

And so, with a rosary in hand and her head down, Lucia García Flores made her escape.

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Coolville, Ohio was only about three hours away from Covington, but it was far enough from the convent that Lucia felt safe enough to settle down. It certainly wasn’t somewhere she pictured herself landing, but it would do. She no longer believed she could do all that she had planned for herself. She still didn’t know everything about herself. Subjecting herself to a college campus would probably be more trouble than it was worth. A town of no more than five hundred people would be the safest place for her.

Lucia resided there for four years. She kept her head down, lived out of a motel room, and got a job at the local diner. She kept to herself… save for perhaps the several few incidences she found herself in. The Bulldog Diner was a popular destination for those who found themselves only passing through the sleep little Ohio town. But due to the fact that it was seen as a simple pit stop, there were a handful of men who figured they could do whatever it was they wanted and could get away with it.

They’d never be back in town, after all right?

Well, they never had to deal with someone like Lucia before.

Throughout those four years, with every man she… encountered… devoured, she felt herself grow stronger, could feel herself evolving, but she wasn’t sure if it was a change she wanted.

I’m keeping the town safe, she would tell herself.

With every man she devoured she could feel herself be torn apart by two warring parts of her nature.

Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte. Amen.

She took Lucia’s breath away the minute she laid eyes on her. A bit of an odd sight in the small town diner what with her fur coat and bright pink hair. She was tall with smooth, dark skin and electric green eyes that stood out. The pale, blue haired girl that accompanied the breathtaking woman was strange as well, initiating some sort of reaction within her. There was something familiar but, at the same time, foreign about her. The latter made sense considering Lucia had never seen the young girl before, but there was something about the girl that made Lucia think twice about approaching the pair.

Lucia didn’t know much about her abilities other than what the sisters would fearfully confess.

The power of a demon runs through your veins.

Not exactly the most helpful, especially since there wasn’t much of an opportunity to practice harnessing her power at the convent. but ever since her escape, she had been granted the time to practice, especially with her self-appointed vigilante position to defend the women of Coolville. Even without getting too intimate now, she could get a light read on people near her. And what her inner voice was saying was that pale, blue haired girl was dangerous.

Sharon had been quick to wait on her and her companion considering Lucia had been too distracted to even move from behind the counter. It hadn’t even been a moment since Sharon had seated the two newcomers, when Travis swaggered in with his usual amount of snobbish entitlement.

Things only escalated from there.

In nearly the blink of an eye, the blue haired girl was gone and the goddess of a woman was on her feet, slamming heads into tables.

Follow them.

The voice of her father rang out to her with surprising clarity. So she did all she could think of doing in that moment.

Lucia hopped on her motorcycle and followed them.

It was both the best, and the worst, decision she had ever made. She still wasn’t sure that someone like her could be granted salvation, but she figured Kory Anders was probably the closest thing to heaven she’d ever get.

#fytitansocs #guess who's a piece of shiiiiit with no controooool #someone stop me for the love of god #like idek how she came to be but she came to be and i love her #also my bitch ass has no idea how to make a short intro lmao #also also lmao i didn't proofread anything so if it's just unintelligible sorry #her daddy ain't trigon don't worry lmao idk who her daddy is probably just a lower demon idk #but yes pls give her some love bc i love her #oc: lucia garcía flores #fd: titans 2018

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snarkybluechristian · 5 years ago

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Villainous: Reform School Chapter 8 and 9

Melanie and 505 followed Flug to the elevator and into his lab down below.

When the elevator opened, Melanie’s grew large. The lab was much bigger than it looked in the orientation videos.

“Right this way,” Flug said walking ahead of the group prompting Melanie and 505 to follow.

They walked through a well-lit corridor pass an innumerable number of rooms.

Melanie held on tightly to 505’s arm. She had heard all the bad stories of this place. She expected literally anything to happen at any time.

RAWR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dementia suddenly popped out of a door and sprang towards Melanie.

Fortunately, 505 was faster. He picked up Melanie and turned his back towards Dementia as she grunted angrily and tried to claw past the bear to attack Melanie.

“DEMENTIA!” Flug yelled. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“I want to attack the traitor!” Dementia whined.

“The answer is no!” Flug replied in frustration as he pushed the button instantly summoning a Black Hat Butler Bot that grabbed Dementia with its metal arms. “You are leaving her alone for the rest of the day or else you will be confined to your room for the rest of the day. Is that clear?!”

Dementia whined and complained as the robot carried her away. Before long though, they were both out of ear shot.

“So sorry about that,” Flug said to Melanie who was still trembling in 505’s arms. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Melanie said attempting to regain her composure as 505 set her back on the floor. “I’m okay. Just keep her away from me.”

“We’ll try our best,” Flug said walking down a corridor to another area leading Melanie to the part of the lab she recognized from the Orientation DVD’s. “Here, we are. Sit down at that counter and I’ll be with you in a second.”

Melanie sat down at the area where Flug usually sat during the DVD’s. It felt strange. She never thought she’d be there.

“Alright,” Flug said carrying over an empty syringe and a first aid kit. “I’ll just collect that blood sample. Take off your jacket please.”

Melanie reluctantly did what he asked shaking at the sight of the syringe all the while.

Noticing her fear, 505 held Melanie’s hand in his paw and gave it a squeeze.

“Hold out your arm,” Flug instructed.

Melanie reluctantly did what he asked and held her breath.

Flug stuck the syringe in Melanie and collected his blood sample.

Flug noticed that Melanie was trembling and holding her eyes shut while 505 stroked her hand comfortingly. Interesting.

Once the sample was taken, Flug took out the syringe and put its contents in a vial leaving 505 to take care of Melanie’s wound.

Melanie breathed a sigh of relief and smiled when she opened her eyes to see 505 seal her wound with a cotton ball and a bandage.

“Thanks, 505,” Melanie said smiling wearily.

505 patted her head and pulled out a drawer in the counter to reveal a drawer filled with lollipops.

505 then looked back at Melanie and gestured his paw to the drawer.

Melanie smiled understanding what he was asking. She selected a strawberry-flavored lollipop, and 505 shut the drawer.

As Melanie unwrapped the lollipop and put it into her mouth, 505 held his paw up gesturing for her to give him a high five. She gladly obliged and smiled when he did.

505 was sweeter than any lollipop. He didn’t belong here…

“I didn’t think a reaper would be afraid of needles,” Flug said storing the blood sample. “I mean, your primary weapon is a scythe.”

“A scythe is a weapon I can control,” Melanie said defensively.

“I see,” Flug said. “Well, now that I have your blood sample, we can move on to the next task.”

Flug pulled a piece of paper out of a notebook, grabbed a sharpened pencil, and put both items on the table in front of Melanie.

“Alright, I need you to list ten of the evilest thoughts you’ve had since arriving,” Flug said. “It doesn’t matter if they’re minor thoughts or unspeakable horrors. List them on that sheet of paper.”

Suddenly, Melanie had an idea. She listed ten words on the sheet of paper and handed it back to Flug.

“Oh, that was fast,” Flug said taking the paper and holding it up to his face to read. “Let’s see what we have here…”

Flug grimaced his brows.

On the paper was written in list form:

“1. There

2. Are

3. No

4. Words

5. To

6. Describe

7. How

8. Much

9. You

10. Suck.”

Flug put the paper back on the counter and visibly sighed.

“At least, you can talk back to authority figures,” Flug said.

“Can 505 and I play videogames now?” Melanie asked eagerly. “Do you find my list to be to your satisfaction?”

“Close enough,” Flug said with another sigh. “But there’s always room for improvement.”

“I’d rather be mature in doing good,” Melanie said. “So, can we go play videogames now?”

505 smiled at Flug and nodded eagerly.

“Of course,” Flug said. “Just one more thing. What do you think of the rest of your family?”

“Oh, I love my nun-ja family,” Melanie gushed. “Even when we're apart, I can feel their support. Is that good enough for ya?”

“I'm not talking about your nun-ja family,” Flug replied. “I want to know how you feel about your blood-related family.”

“Why does that matter to you?” Melanie asked suspiciously.

“So, there's nothing that they do that you find the least tad admirable? Interesting? Anything at all?” Flug asked.

“You heard my tirade against Black Hat earlier,” Melanie said. “You know how I feel about them.”

“I see,” Flug said. “Well, I guess that's all I have for you for now. 505, you can go play with Melanie now.”

“Woooooo!!!!!!!” Melanie cheered as she grabbed her bag, jumped on 505’s back, and rode away with him leaving Flug alone with his thoughts.

After ruminating for a while, Flug walked over to his computer to log a new report for Melanie.

He sat down and typed the following:

“Today, Black Hat has introduced to me a new patient.

Name: Melanie de la Muerte

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Reason for referral: Melanie de la Muerte is a daughter of two of the organization's most powerful allies: Senor Santa Muerte and la Faucheuse. She has shown signs of drastically stepping out of the line of villainy. She was unmasked by Wesley Jagger and found to be performing heroic acts. Severe intervention is needed.

Additional notes: Subject is a member of the notorious ‘nun-jas,’ a group of ninja nun heroes with a divine connection. They are trained with a will made of iron, so interrogation will prove useless. Trying to turn a nun-ja from good to evil has never been done. Evidence suggests Melanie may be the student of another previous target known as Kasumi Yamaguchi.

Prognosis: Due to the knowledge of Kasumi Yamaguchi and her sensei, security has been increased around the manor to prevent a possible rescue attempt.

Subject has been put in the organization’s care under 24-hour surveillance. Melanie has shown no signs of wanting to change and has resisted and been belligerent with all of the staff, except 5.0.5.

The thing that worries Lord Black Hat the most is Melanie’s connection to…”

“Oooooooooh,” Dementia interrupted. “What are you doing?”

“¡Vete, Demencia! (Go away, Dementia!)” Flug said. “I’m busy!”

After reading the screen for a second, Dementia said, “I’m gonna tell Black Hat you were about to say His name!”

“No, I wasn’t,” Flug said pressing a button on his watch. “Now, get out of here or the Hat bots will be coming to get you in about ten seconds.”

Dementia looked up to see the Hat bots coming her way and yelled, “You’ll never take me alive!” before she dashed off down the hall.

Flug merely sighed and continued typing.

By the time he was done, it was time for Melanie’s next check-up, so he left his lab and headed to 505’s room where he and Melanie had been playing videogames for the past hour.

Melanie and 505 played videogames for the rest of the morning. The pair had an amazing time playing and chatting and laughing all the while as they fought bosses, cleared obstacles, and faced challenges together.

505 was over the moon. Flug was his only friend in this facility, and he was usually too busy to spend much time with him. Everyone else was either mean to him or ignored him. Melanie was different. She loved him and everything he did. It was amazing. 505 finally had another friend.

Melanie was enjoying herself, too. She forgot she was even in Black Hat's Organization for a while until Flug knocked on the door again.

505 got up and answered it to see his Dad waiting outside.

Melanie grimaced as she remembered what he was here for.

“Melanie, it is almost time for lunch which means it's time for you to have another check-up,” Flug said.

“My answers are the same as before,” Melanie interrupted. “Just write those down again and save us both some time.”

“Actually, I have different questions this time,” Flug responded nervously.

He was hesitant to ask her, given her behavior. And if it went wrong, he'd probably pay the price.

Melanie put down her game controller, turned herself around on her bean bag, and asked, "What do ya wanna know?"

“I need to know about your devotion to...” Flug said with a gulp. “…you know who.”

“Who?” Melanie asked confusedly. “My nun-ja sisters? I love them.”

“Uh, I was meaning to ask about your connection to... Ugh. The one in the sky?” Flug finally spat out.

“Oh,” Melanie said with a smile.

Flug wasn't expecting that.

“It is deep and very personal,” Melanie said. “Any follower will tell you the same.”

“Hmmm…” Flug said. “And from what I've seen, you parents and the rest of your family aren't really followers of the Way themselves. Are they?”

“No.”

“Well, have you ever wondered why?”

“I don't need to. I'm the descendant of a witch and a corrupted Grim Reaper.”

“It is my opinion that maybe they didn't need his guidance to get to where they are.”

505 stood there nervously hoping that a fight wouldn’t break out between his two dearest friends.

“You don’t believe in Him,” Melanie said. “Do you? That’s kind of hypocritical considering who you interact with on a daily basis. Don’t you think?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe He’s real,” Flug said. “It’s just that I gave up on Him a long time ago. You might consider doing the same. You have faith in His teachings, protection and assistance, and yet, here you are.”

“He helps those who surrender to His will,” Melanie retorted. “I don’t know why I’m here, but He’ll give me a way out. You’ll see.”

Flug scoffed and said, “Whatever, but don’t come crying to us when He doesn’t help you. Anyway, it’s time for lunch. I suggest you make your way with me to the dining room.”

#Villainous

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brancadoodles · 6 years ago

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I’m doing those in order! I wish I could have finished this last night, but Stuff, you know. Here goes!! (and thanks to @redcap3 for proofreading it!)

"Frozen pizza… why don't you just give me dog food?"

Sombra raised her head in surprise to look across the kitchen counter. Satya had just arrived home from work and had walked into the kitchen area without responding to Sombra’s cheery greeting, only to stop at the counter with pursed lips. She was looking at the slice of 4 cheese pizza like it had personally offended her.

It’s not that Sombra didn’t know how unpleasant that woman could be when annoyed - they practically couldn’t stand each other in the beginning - but she didn’t expect Satya to be like that over such a small issue now they were way into the relationship. She could tell by Satya’s overall appearance, from the faded makeup and partially undone updo to the less than graceful posture as she walked, that the architect had had a rough day at work. Sombra also recalled, doing the math as a second nature, that her period should be arriving soon. Having that added to Satya’s innate disdainfulness was…

Satya would say “unfortunate”, but Sombra decided to complete the thought with with her own “a bitch”. Despite herself, she smiled a little, and took a chance:

“I’m sorry,” she started, watching Satya throw her purse on the couch with an astounding precision and no spilled contents. “Is it full moon yet?”

“What?” Satya turned to her, confused, but still clearly irritated. Sombra took a bite of her - actually really tasty - slice of pizza.

“If you’re about to turn into a werewolf, I could go and get you some dog food. Pizza isn’t good for a pup with such pedigree.” she pointed to Satya’s slice, keeping a straight face. “Too much fat. If you’d like, I can fetch you some quality proper food and you can fetch me some sticks in the park later. What do you say?”

She let a wicked grin spread slowly on her face as Satya blinked in confused rage for a few seconds, and finished her slice in time to see the confusion disappear and become an irate strut towards the counter. Here we goooo.

“Are you calling me a d-- what on earth are you--!!”

“Calm down, princesa, it was a joke. You’re just so altered it looks like you’re about to let out a howl and turn into an exhibition pooch at any moment. You know, dog food, werewolf?”

“I understood it. I’m not stupid. What I don’t understand is why you insist on making moronic jokes at inappropriate times.”

“That’s just how I am!” Sombra chirped, grabbing Satya’s slice. “But it wasn’t a moronic joke, it was quite clever, eh? You are being a furious bitch.”

Satya straightened up with a jolt, a deep rubor tinting her cheeks. Her mouth was a fine line and between that and her bewildered big eyes, Sombra wasn’t quite sure if she got the desired effect or if she was about to be thrown out of Satya’s flat. She sustained her gaze, though, trying to muffle the dreading feeling she had played her cards wrong this time.

“I kinda was all day working like a dog, myself.” Sombra cautiously softened her demeanor, waiting for Satya’s reaction. “Everything went wrong with this puta invasión. I spent all day trying to find my contacts to regroup.I had to make five new patches in like, 3 hours. I’m tired.” she signaled the half-eaten pizza in her hand. “That’s what I thought of making without making a lot of effort.”

Satya looked like she was going to say something, but stopped - and Sombra could almost see the anger leave her body, deflating a raging goddess to leave an exhausted woman in her place. Satya looked down for several seconds, defeated, and Sombra was caught by surprise that night when they finally made eye contact again.

She was certain she’d never get used to when Satya looked vulnerable.

“Aww, come here.” Sombra got up and walked around the counter to the same side as Satya, opening her arms. After a beat of hesitation, the other woman leaned awkwardly against her, hiding her face in the crook of her neck. Sombra immediately embraced her tightly, humming a silly song and nudging Satya’s exposed skin with her nose.

“You had a long day, too, hm?” Sombra murmured, letting one of her hands stroke the length of her back. Satya nodded against her neck. “It’s over now. You’re home. We’ll have takeout today, hm? And we can talk about how shitty our days were over Thai.”

Satya sighed against her skin, nodding slowly. They stayed like this for a while before Satya started to pull back, hair hair almost completely undone and what was left of her eyeliner on Sombra’s shirt. She pursed her lips again when their eyes met, looking away almost on cue, and Sombra waited, because that was the difficult part.

“I’m sorry.” Satya croaked, timidly, but making an obvious effort to make eye contact again. “I was very… unpleasant. I lashed out on you, for absolutely no reason. I apologize.”

“Thank you. Apology accepted.” To Sombra, those words sounded ritualistic. She personally didn’t have need for that, nor to witness Satya’s obvious struggle; she got it, it was fine. That exchange was a script she didn’t really mind at all.

But it was obviously crucial to Satya, who finally relaxed and smiled for the the first time since she entered the flat. So many things were so crucial to Satya, and Sombra didn’t understand them. Nor did she care to, as long as they worked.

“I’m placing the order then. Thai. And I’m taking a shower while the food arrives, do you mind?” Satya’s voice was a little more than a sigh and Sombra laughed a little.

“A la ducha, tú. I’m ordering. Does the usual sound good? They’re gonna start giving us discounts for it soon enough” Satya gave her a grateful look with a (fuckin’ gorgeous, esa mujer algún día será mi muerte) tired smile and nodded, dragging herself to the bathroom as Sombra summoned one of her floating screens to contact the restaurant.

It was fine. If she was sleeping with a fuckin’ queen, she had to deal with her majesty as well. It was a fair price. And even Satya was entitled to have a humor de perros sometimes.

Sombra smirked at her own joke, and made a mental note to tease Satya during dinner.

Translations:

Princesa - Princess

Puta invasión - Fucking invasion

A la ducha, tú. - You, shower.

Esa mujer algún día será mi muerte - This woman one day will be the death of me

Humor de perros - Bad mood (lit. “Dog mood”)

#symbra #symmetra #sombra #overwatch #fanfic #symbra fic #mine #i know i promised no drama buuuuut #*shrug emoji*#i missed writing as a hobby <3

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cinderacequeen · 6 years ago

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I wanna talk about these screencaps. I’ll put the discussion below the cut to avoid slipping any spoilers (mobile users be warned since it doesn’t like to hide spoilers, sometimes. I will tag this post, though!).

I had actually never noticed Papá Héctor’s expression in the second screencap during my past 4 viewings of this wonderful and beautiful movie. But while rewatching it last night, I had took notice and was hit with a new wave of feels for my favorite Coco character. ;v;

Before the first screencap, Héctor had insulted some musicians that were mocking him mercilessly about how he had died; getting upset with them then calling them self-important jerks. But once Miguel defensively told him that he was a musician, as well, Héctor’s demeanor and voice immediately softened as he turned to look at him while gently asking for confirmation. He didn’t want to believe that his little chamaco was anything like them.

But then they were told about the music competition, the winner of which played at Ernesto de la Cruz’s party that he was hosting in his tower. Héctor was very adamant about letting Miguel join it, fearful that he’d become just another big-shot musician that only wanted fame and attention. He desperately tried to talk the boy out of it, basically pleading him, since he believed that Miguel was way better than those musicians and certainly better than Ernesto de la Cruz. He didn’t want his new buddy to become like either of them.

Héctor, your protective paternal instincts are showing, again. (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Moving onto the second screenshot, up until that point Héctor had no idea what was happening with Miguel, in terms of the curse. At least not until he saw the child’s hands beginning to turn skeletal. Or maybe he had a slight inkling since it’s not everyday a living being, let alone a living child, enters the Land of the Dead, especially not on Dia de Los Muertos. That or Héctor just didn’t realize the severity of it or knew how family curses worked since he’d been away from his for 96 years.

But once Héctor does take notice, his face took on a very alarmed and highly concerned expression; cluing us in that he was just now realizing just how much trouble Miguel really was in if he wasn’t sent home that night and that it wasn’t just his afterlife that was on the line.

Héctor had been so intent on helping Miguel for his own gain, which was to have him be sent home with de la Cruz’ blessing and Héctor’s photo so that it could be put up on the Rivera’s ofrenda to save him from being forgotten. But now that he knew the magnitude of the situation and what would happen to Miguel if they failed, Héctor, albeit still a bit reluctantly, revealed how he could further assist the aspiring musician by telling him where he knew where to get a guitar for Miguel to use in the competition.

Because La Muerte forbid that he allow a child-whom he also had no idea that he was the true great-great grandfather of-to fall victim to a family curse and be prematurely taken from his life and family at such a tender young age (like him). Not when Papa Wolf Héctor had something to say about it!

#**yet another scene from this lovely movie that makes me feel so much ;v;**#**Papá Héctor is best dad and skeleton ever uwu**#Pixar's Coco #Coco spoilers #spoiler alert #Héctor Rivera #Papá Héctor #**skeleton bby <3**#Miguel Rivera #**my precious children**#favorite characters #favorite scenes #favorite movies #screencaps #analysis #long post

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kevintrentin · 6 years ago

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VIDEO: www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1vDDZ… Originally I did not intend to do this drawing, I actually had 3 other drawings already planned, but like everyone else, the death of Stan Lee took us by surprise, I particularly did not react, I thought it was another false news ... but No, this time it was really, we're going to miss it and if your next cameos are sure to be pre-recorded or made by computer, it will never be the same. He was a figure of admiration for me as for other artists like me, so I needed to make at least one tribute drawing, and incidentally record it. I know I could do something better, but if I did not do it now, I would never finish it, apart from the fact that I'm very busy with the university. I have tried to make the quickest sketches and ideas possible. Choose to refer to the death of Captain Marvel, giving a slight touch to some characters. I thought about drawing Stan but I thought it would be in bad taste to see him on that table, so I happened to be that coffin with the EXCELSIOR epitaph. I doubt much that I retouch it to this drawing, try to recreate the colors of the comics, although the colors of woverine broke the harmony a lot so I lower them of value. Already with that said. Thanks for everything Stan Lee, rest in peace Originalmente no pensaba hacer este dibujo, en realidad tenia otros 3 dibujos ya planeados, pero como a todos, la muerte de Stan Lee nos tomo por sorpresa a todos, yo particularmente no reaccioné, pensé que se trataba de otra noticia falsa... pero no, esta vez se fue de verdad, lo vamos a extrañan y si bien seguro sus próximos cameos sean pregrabados o hechos por computadora, nunca sera lo mismo. El fue una figura de admiración para mi como para otros artistas como yo, por eso necesitaba hacer al menos un dibujo tributo, y de paso grabarlo. se que pude hacer algo mejor, pero si no lo hacia ahora, nunca lo terminaría, aparte de que estoy muy ocupado con la universidad. He intentado hacer los bocetos e ideas mas rápidos posibles. opte por hacer referencia a la muerte del capitán marvel, dándole un ligero retoque a algunos personajes. considere dibujar a Stan pero me pareció que seria de mal gusto verlo sobre esa mesa, así que paso a ser ese ataúd con el epitafio EXCELSIOR. dudo mucho que lo retoque a este dibujo, intente recrear los colores de los cómics, aunque los colores de woverine rompían mucho la armonía así que los baje de valor. Ya con eso dicho. Gracias por todo Stan Lee, descance en paz Links relevantes: www.reddit.com/user/kevintrent… twitter.com/TrentinKevin www.instagram.com/kevintrentin… web.facebook.com/KevinTrentinA… kevintrentin.tumblr.com/

#stan lee #marvel #stan lee tribute #speedpai #Speed Drawing

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insecure-hbo-the-recaps · 6 years ago

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ok ok, sorry sorry sorry i’m back. i’m a few weeks behind and watching these episodes for the first time no spoilers.

Previously on Insecure: Living with Daniel was a lick. Daniel wants to make connections at the club. We Got Y’all needs to hire people of color. And Molly switched to a black run law firm.

Looky looky looky. Issa and Daniel are sleeping in bed together, platonically of course. Daniel teases her and at first you think they are still playing platonic, but they soon begin kissing and Daniel goes down on her. There is totally a scene full of Issa Rae's naked pelvis and hard nipples which I have to say is an improvement over her very awkward sex scenes last season. I approve. Idk about the eating Flamin Hots while getting head, but I understand the sentiment being expressed. But then! That was a fake out too, yet another of Issa's frequent fantasies about the person she wishes she could be but is not, like yelling at her coworkers at work or going on dates with her ex who dumped her last season. She got me that time.

Why are they sleeping together platonically? Issa quickly rolls out of bed and leaves before acting on any of the things she's thinking.

Molly is taking her bulldog to the dog groomer. She hasn't started at her new job yet. Issa hasn't had the interview yet for the invitation she had in the last episode but Molly is just happy she will be getting her own place soon. Issa clearly isn't quite ready to leave the safety (not to mention financially beneficial) arrangement she has with Daniel, but isn't being totally honest about that. Her makeup looks fantastic though.

Molly doesn't see what the big deal is since Issa is sleeping on the couch, but Issa's awkward response makes it clear they she and Daniel have started sharing a bed. Like a good friend, Molly knows this isn't a good idea, but Issa defends her poor choices while eating a dog biscuit.

We Got Y'all is participating in like... a non profit fair or something? I really like Frieda in a supervisory role, and it looks like Issa is doing better from the redheaded stepchild position she had been in before.

Meanwhile, Molly is having her first day at her new law firm. Her dress has a confusing belt thing going on but a cute ribbon tie at the neck. She meets all of the staff and I enjoy just the concept of a firm staffed entirely by black people. That's a nice thing to see on TV. And the view isn't bad either.

Can I just say that I actually love LA? I expected to hate it and for it to be full of nothing but bleach blonde fake boobed bimbos. First of all the people were totally normal - far more "normal" "American" people than I was expecting, which is to say... overweight, basically. New York was a lot worse/better - nothing but thin and fit people in really fantastic clothes. I never saw a fat person in New York until I went to Times Square with the tourists. I could totally live in LA and be completely happy with the vibe, it is honestly not that dissimilar to Chicago at all. After visiting a few times I really don't know why people hate LA so much. You know what I hated was San Francisco... a surprisingly ugly city! And before I ever went to California I used to tell people if I were to live anywhere there it would probably be SF. Oof. That's what happens when you speak in ignorance, sis.

Daniel is working on a new track which sounds like a cross between a video game soundtrack and a sad "my life was hard" rap song. He's hoping Spyder will like it, and solicits criticism from his producer friend. I don't know his name, sorry. The producer friend doesn't like basically any of the components of the song and criticizes things he thinks Spyder won't like. I'm not sure if we should trust his opinion more than Daniel's at this point. The caption says that he "strips down" the beat. They both sound like the same sad ass song to me, so idk. But Daniel is clearly uncomfortable with the criticism.

It turns out We Got Y'all is hosting a booth at a job fair, looking for the more black employees Issa suggested. Frieda and her manager haircut are happy with the turnout. For some reason, Dias de La Muerte dancers show up complete with a band and everything and I guess job fairs in LA are more interesting than any I've ever been to... which now that I'm thinking about it is zero...

It turns out this is part of a presentation for another employer that works with musically gifted kids in underrepresented neighborhoods. Issa goes over and talks to the staff there and seems impressed with their shtick. Or maybe impressed with the cutie manning the booth.

Uh oh. At Molly's new firm she's learning the office doesn't use standard tech that she's used to expediting her work with. Instead of DocuSign, they use Adobe and a courier. Yikes. I worked at a nonprofit that still didn't have efax and, why? This is the whole ass future. We wasted so much paper printing and faxing everything manually and they didn't even have the big blue recycling bins, which annoyed me to no end. They are also ok with CPT time on the courier deliveries, which is clearly unacceptable to Molly. Sigh. Why do we do this, you know?

Issa is meeting with the property management company and is being interviewed by an older black guy, which is a good sign. Let me reiterate that her makeup is lovely. It seems like the part time position is more the role of a super than... something Issa would really be interested in. She would also get a discounted apartment - about half off - that the interviewer is readily willing to give to her. He asks if she wants it, and at least she has a good bathroom mirror again with which to comtemplate it.

Later, Issa is tagging along with Daniel at the laundromat, who is complaining that his producer friend took out all the "musicianship" in his track - he wanted the string accompaniment, he wanted the instruments. Daniel is trying to elevate his production with Nordic influences and unique touches. Issa offers gently that when he gets to the next level he can do whatever he want, suggesting nonverbally that he should play the game for now and get creative later.

Issa tells him she picked up the second job, so now she can move out. Daniel points out that three jobs is a lot but Issa, perhaps pressured by Molly and Kelly, is really focused on getting her own place. Daniel tells her he really doesn't mind, and their chemistry is lovely as they flirt and get in each others' faces. They are doing a good job of building the tension because I really just want them to bone already.

Back at Molly's firm, a coworker asks if she wants to take a walk for lunch because she's in a fitbit challenge with her MiL. I am sharing data from my Apple watch with my sister and my niece and biiiitch... being a child is the best. She regularly gets 500+ move points a day while I struggle to reach 400, wtf is this child doing all day? She clearly moves so much more often during a day than I do, lol. No wonder we get fat as we get older. However Molly turns down this invitation - she is used to working through lunch, in case you weren’t picking up on all the signs that the black owned firm does not run as strenuously compared to the white-run environments that Molly is used to. The emphasize the point, the storage room is just randomly inside the building instead of offsite, as Molly would have expected. She clearly is not a good fit for this environment, and honestly she should just acknowledge that.

Girls night. The four girls are at a bar listening to Molly complain about the firm. Issa points out there are Mexican law firms as well, for Molly to complain about. Of course Tiffany, the obnoxious one, agrees that black things are janky. I mean... this is not an argument I want to get into for obvious reasons.

The girls go through examples of supporting and not supporting black businesses - Tiffany loves Beyonce, so although she signed up for Tidal she never goes on it. Kelly has a white accountant even though she herself is an accountant. I feel like this all the time. I feel pressured to give clicks to black articles, lol. I feel guilty for skipping links on Twitter about "black issues." I feel a responsibility to care and show support even about things that I don't fucking actually give a fuck about. Also Issa is wearing a dress that definitely showed up in some pivotal scene last season.

Tiffany hints about the changes from pregnancy - she hates that she can't fit her clothes anymore and she's being excluded from group chats. But the overall point is Molly should give the situation some time and try to adjust. Is Amanda Diva really pregnant IRL? Her pregnancy belly is realistic.

Kelly was helping Issa find an apartment - the best she could do with Issa's credentials is something with a "half bath," which, biiiiitch. So Issa breaks the news that she is, in fact, going to stay with Daniel a little longer. They're not sleeping together and they're getting along so she doesn't see what the problem is. Her friends try to convince her there is a problem, and shit like this scene is why I don't listen to bitches when it comes to my romantic life. Don't need all that extraneous input on what choices to make that are best for ME.

Back at We Got Y'all, Issa and Frieda are interviewing one of the people that showed up at the job fair. For some reason, Issa clearly isn't feeling it - and why is she taking part of this interview in the first place? Is it literally just because they need a black opinion on who to hire? The girl compliments Issa's sweater, perhaps perceiving the bad vibes she's kind of rudely wafting. The candidate asks sincerely what Issa thinks of the job, and Issa answers honestly that "they are how they are." When Issa says she's been there five years and the candidate concludes that Issa must really like it, she blanches with no response. But later, Issa checks out the website for the musical empowerment employer, so maybe she will find the motivation to make a change.

More of Molly's black firm, more of her disdain for the loose standards. This time they call her out, and everyone at the table laughs politely.

Check out Daniel! Despite Spyder's reluctance, apparently they have established a working relationship as Spyder shows up at the studio to meet with Daniel and the other engineer. It turns out a friend of Spyder did get shot at the club the other night. He probably died because when Daniel asks if Spyder is alright, Spyder takes a beat and responds "....nah."

Daniel plays his track for Spyder instead of the pared down version his producer recommended. The producer asks if Spyder wants to hear the other version and Daniel is clearly annoyed at this power move. He does play the producer - Khalil's - version, and Spyder thinks that version is hot as well. At first you aren't sure if Khalil is really being a snake - clearly both versions are good, just for different sensibilities - but then he takes over the session and starts playing more of his own stuff, to Daniel's chagrin.

Issa and Daniel are having dinner... I wanna say at Gladstone's! But that's a totally uneducated guess, lol. Daniel is in a bad mood, but Issa is oblivious. "Is that Jay-Z and Beyonce?" she says; "No, it's us! We cute!" she playfully jokes. This breaks through Daniel's bad mood, and Issa explains she wanted to thank him for his generosity, but she is going to take the part time job and move out. Daniel responds petulantly, and eventually explains the snake move by Khalil in the studio. Surprisingly, Issa takes Khalil's side, saying that Khalil knows what Spyder likes, and Daniel would be squandering this opportunity to be so prideful.

Daniel says he thinks it's funny that Issa is giving *him* career advice and... while maybe that's valid, does Daniel even have a job that pays actual money? Cause I have to say I have not seen any evidence of that over the last three seasons. He throws his "saving you from some shit" actions in her face and Issa is understandably hurt. The dinner is ruined. They still sleep together in the bed that night but they are turned away from each other in terse silence.

Daniel halfway apologizes for taking out his issues with Khalil on her but Issa only dryly replies that it's fine. He turns over and starts spooning and kissing her, which she reluctantly gives into. Toxic. I mean, I get it, but fuck, toxic relationships. It seems redundant to even complain about it because, fuck it, aren't we all toxic sometimes too - it's not always just the other person. This time, he goes down on her for real.

Unfortunately, Issa isn't into it. She says it doesn't feel right, and I don't blame her. They lie next to each other awkwardly and eventually turn away from each other again.

the soundtrack says something something something about loving each other despite their pride and yeah... I get it, lol. I would have got it without the on the nose elaboration.

#insecure hbo #issa rae #jay ellis

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akastacia · 6 years ago

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Día 7 - Sólo por él y para él (drabble) [English/Español]

ENGLISH UP

Day 7 – Free @kymanweek

Word Count: 687

Warnings: based on spookyfish ep, so the drabble is about evil!Kyle and evil!Eric.

Synopsis: Cartman celebrates his 13rd birthday and Kyle thinks about why he likes the fatass.

For the first day, I wanted to write an one-shot about Cartman’s b-day but I ended up writing something different because this idea didn’t match with the first prompt. Anyway~ I really had maaaany ideas for today but, as I wanted to write something related to another of my fics, I decided to use this idea for the seventh day.

Oh, and this doesn’t really have to do with “In a Mirror, Festively” but other fic of mine. But, of course, I got some inspiration from SleepyEule and SynapticFirefly headcanons (sorry, that fic is only in Spanish for the moment).

ESPAÑOL ABAJO

Día 7 – Día Libre

Palabras: 675

Advertencias: basado en el AU spookyverse, así que estas versiones son evil!Kyle y evil!Eric.

Sinopsis: Cartman celebra su cumpleaños nº 13 y Kyle se pone a pensar sobre porqué le gusta el culón.

Para el 1 de julio, tenía ganas de escribir algo por el cumpleaños de Eric, pero me salió otra cosa y la idea esta no podía usarla para el prompt de ese día. Pues bueno~ tenía muuuuchas ideas para escribir hoy, pero como tengo hace días ganas de seguir escribiendo mi otro fic, terminé decantándome por esto.

Esto se puede leer por separado, pero también como un recuerdo dentro de “Harmonía Ilusioria”.

También lo pueden leer en [wattpad]

Y si quieren leer todos mis aportes: [De Culones Racistas y Judíos de Jersey]

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Day 7 / Free – Because of him and only for him.

Eric Cartman.

Eric Cartman was the most stupid kid in South Park. That was something that everybody knew and, for that reason, all in town usually mocked at him.

Helping others? Thinking about their well-being without receiving anything in exchange? Bullshit! In that full of violence world, if you took care about others, you signed your own death sentence. And that way, people like Eric Cartman didn’t usually survive their first living years.

Stalked, kidnapped, hunted…

Sometimes, there was that kind of news about people like Eric due to the fact that their arrest or their death were of general interest.

But there were also lots of urban legends about them since, in a violent and bloodthirsty society, honest and kind people weren’t just considered scums that couldn’t protect themselves, they were also a part of that list of abominable creatures that nobody wanted to find when turning their head in the middle of a dark night. Receiving a sneaky stab from your best friend was less scary than finding somebody who truly wanted to give you a hand…

So, why that fatass was laughing and smiling a lot in his 13rd birthday celebration? There were just 4 people at that party, one cake and nothing kind of violent activity… Kenny and Stan could try to kill each other or something to add some fun, right?…… Nah. With Wendy there, Stan wasn’t going to do a shit… Seriously, what the hell was doing Wendy there?!

Seriously, for Kyle Broflovski’s mind was easier to understand why Eric could have reach that age successfully than why he was so fucking happy. Besides, Kyle was busier, sitting there and hating everything since he couldn’t put that stupid birthday hat properly because of his stupid jewfro. Agh, fuck that hat! They were too old for that crap!

But, to be honest, he didn’t care about the reason of that happiness. Eric was stupid, right? And many of the things Eric did or said were strange and couldn’t be understand by normal people.

People like Cartman were really scarce and their childhoods were usually more than horrible. Most of them died at the hands of their own parents at the very moment they became aware of their child ‘condition’. And those kids who had parents that had decided love them no matter what didn’t usually find the same benevolence from school mates. Or teachers…

For that reason, their kindergarten teacher had tried to kill him, to the point of setting on fire the whole building with all of them inside. She hated Eric because she was scared of him. Of his joy. Of his big smile. And of his pure wishes of helping others.

And many people in town were scared too. Many of them were always insulting him, repudiating him… and, sometimes, somebody tried to kill him.

Ah… Kyle still remembered that time when that idiot from sixth grade had thought that throwing Cartman on that dimensional portal was going to be so funny… Ah… well, Stan and he had had a lot of fun killing that idiot.

“Kahl. Do you need some help with your hat?”, asked Eric before walking closer to him.

Kyle should do the same. He should be scared of him. Hate him. Repudiate him. Kill him…

But nothing of that would happen. Because that smile and those pure wishes had to be for him. All for him. That was one of the first thoughts that Kyle had about Eric. And, in the following years, that had got strength and intensity to the point of falling in love.

Yes. Kyle Broflovski loved the most stupid kid in South Park. His kindness and shyness. His happiness and his pure heart. His…

“Happy birthday, fatass.” Kyle said taking advantage of Eric’s closeness to steal him a kiss. Now his boyfriend’s face was completely reddened. And his smile was much more beautiful. If Eric was happy, Kyle didn’t care about understanding why he was smiling before. But it was better when he knew that Eric was smiling because of him and only for him.

Adorable.

Eric Cartman was just adorable.

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The evil Kyle is evil but he can’t help to himself and don’t act a bit silly when something has to do with Eric www. And he don’t understand why birthdays are funny since, in my spookyverse HC, they aren’t funny without some violent stuff. But, anyways, Kyle doesn’t care if he doesn’t understand, he only wants Eric to be happy (he is smart as the good Kyle but he lives in a society that considers Eric a bad thing; like we consider murderers in ours).

Anyways~ yeah, in my opinion: in the spookyverse, good people aren’t just hated but they are people to be afraid of.

Ah, it doesn’t say it in the drabble but evil Wendy has some kind of friendship with evil Eric. (tbh, many people likes evil Cartman and Kyle hate that fact www)

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ESPAÑOL

Día 7 / Día Libre – Sólo por él y para él

Eric Cartman.

Eric Cartman era el niño más estúpido de South Park. Eso todos los sabían y, por eso, todos se reían de él.

¿Ayudar a otros? ¿Velar por su bienestar sin esperar nada a cambio? ¡Estupideces! En ese mundo, donde la violencia era moneda corriente, preocuparse por el prójimo era sentencia de muerte. Y, por esa razón, la gente como Eric Cartman usualmente no sobrevivía a sus primeros años de vida.

Acechados, secuestrados, cazados…

Cada tanto había noticias así respecto a la gente como Eric; pues la aprensión o muerte de alguien con Eric era motivo de interés general.

Pero también había leyendas urbanas sobre ellos, puesto que –para esa sociedad violenta y sanguinaria– las personas bondadosas y honestas no sólo eran consideradas simples escorias que no podían luchar, sino que eran parte de ese catálogo de criaturas abominables que, en una noche oscura, jamás te querrías encontrar al voltear. Una puñalada trapera por parte de tu mejor amigo era mucho menos espeluznante que alguien servicial, dispuesto a darte indicaciones correctas…

Entonces, ¿por qué aquel culón estaba celebrando su cumpleaños número 13 con tanta alegría mientras reía? Allí sólo había 4 invitados, un pastel y ningún tipo de actividad violenta… Kenny y Stan podrían intentar matarse o algo para aportar algo de diversión, ¿verdad?…… Nah. Estando Wendy allí, Stan no haría una mierda… En serio, ¿¿por qué carajos estaba Wendy allí??

En serio, a la mente de Kyle Broflovski le era más fácil comprender la causa de por qué Eric había logrado llegar exitosamente a esa edad, que el motivo de su inmensa felicidad actual. Además, estaba más ocupado sentado y odiando todo porque no se podía colocar el estúpido sombrero de cumpleaños por culpa de su estúpido afro judío. ¡Agh, al carajo con el sombrero! ¡Ya estaban muy grandes para esas mierdas!

Aunque tampoco le importaba realmente comprender ni saber el motivo de su felicidad. Eric Cartman era estúpido, ¿verdad? Y muchas de las cosas que hacía o decía, iban más allá del entendimiento de la gente promedio.

Las personas como Cartman eran realmente escasas y sus infancias solían ser más que terribles. Muchos morían en las manos de sus propios padres, una vez estos comenzaban a ser conscientes de su ‘condición’. Los que no, porque tenían progenitores que habían aprendido a amarlos sin importar qué, no solían encontrar el mismo tipo de comprensión de sus compañeros de colegio. O de los propios profesores…

Por algo, la maestra de preescolar había tratado de matarlo, llegando al punto de incendiar el edificio con todos adentro. Ella odiaba a Eric, porque le tenía miedo. A su alegría. A su gran sonrisa. Y a sus deseos tan puros por ayudar a otros.

Y, de hecho, muchos lo hacían en el pueblo. La mayoría siempre estaba insultándolo y repudiándolo… y, cada tanto, alguien intentaba asesinarlo.

Ah… Kyle aún recordaba la vez que aquel idiota de sexto grado había creído que sería muy divertido el arrojar a Cartman por aquel portal dimensional… Ah… bueno, Stan y él se habían divertido bastante matando a ese idiota.

—Kahl. ¿N-necesitas ayudar con tu gorro? —preguntó Eric antes de acercarse a él.

Kyle debería hacer lo mismo. También debería temerle. Odiarlo. Repudiarlo. Matarlo…

Pero eso no sucedería. Porque esa alegría, esa sonrisa y esos deseos tan puros debían ser suyos. Y sólo suyos. Aquel fue uno de los primeros pensamientos que tuvo hacia Eric y, con los años, había cobrado tanta fuerza e intensidad que se había enamorado.

Sí. Kyle Broflovski amaba al niño más estúpido de South Park. Por su amabilidad y timidez. Por su alegría y su buen corazón. Por su…

—Feliz cumpleaños, culón. —dijo el judío, aprovechando la proximidad del otro para robarle un beso.

Ahora su novio tenía la cara completamente roja. Aparte de una sonrisa aún más hermosa. Daba lo mismo el por qué estuviera sonriendo antes mientras fuera feliz. Pero era mejor saber que ahora sonreía sólo por él y para él.

Adorable.

Eric Cartman era simplemente adorable.

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El Kyle malvado es malvado, pero no puede evitar ponerse pendejo por su culón :’v Y no entiende por qué un cumpleaños es gran cosa para estar feliz porque en mi HC los cumpleaños no son realmente divertidos en el spookyverse si no tienen algo de violencia (?). Pero, a fin de cuentas, no le importa entender, sólo saber que Eric es feliz. (no es que no lo intente, no puede entenderlo xD es inteligente como el otro Kyle pero consideren en qué tipo de sociedad vive; Eric representa todo lo malo en la nuestra, so~)

Como dije antes, esto puede tomarse como un recuerdo dentro de “Harmonía Ilusioria”. Y sí, para mí, la gente buena en el universo malvado: más que simplemente odiada, es algo a lo que se le debe temer.

Ah, y no lo digo en el drabble pero evil Wendy tiene una especie de amistad con evil Eric. (tbh, evil Eric le agrada a mucha gente y eso le caga a evil Kyle pffff)

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