#el dorado apartments

[michaelchallpics]

Inside ‘Dexter’ Star Michael C. Hall’s Killer New York City Digs

Designer Sara Bengur helped the actor and his wife, Morgan, create the color-drenched home of their dreams.By Ingrid Abramovitch and Styled by Anita SarsidiPublished: Oct 11, 2023

Since founding her firm in 1993, New York–based interior designer Sara Bengur has won awards for her work and garnered projects from Washington, D.C., to the French West Indies to her native Istanbul. Still, when she heard about the New York Design Center’s Access to Design—a matchmaking program between clients and designers—she decided to give it a try. The last thing she expected was for the first query to come from a celebrity. And to instantly bag the job.

The Paul McCobb chairs are vintage, the 1950s table is Italian, and the Tulu rug is from Double Knot.

But that’s exactly what happened when Michael C. Hall—aka the star behind the TV show Dexter—and his wife Morgan flipped through Bengur’s portfolio. “We wanted something simultaneously sophisticated and playful—and we wanted color!” says Hall, who also fronts an indie band, Princess Goes, that released a new album, Come of Age, on October 6. “Sara’s spaces have an ease and flow that immediately appealed.”

The couple had recently moved from the West Coast to New York City and found an apartment at the El Dorado, a legendary Art Deco cooperative on Central Park West. Both Hall and his spouse are design aficionados who started out trying to decorate their home themselves. But while searching for fabrics and furniture at the design center, they realized they needed guidance. “They went to shop and got overwhelmed,” Bengur says. “I got an email from Michael saying, ‘When can we meet?’ I ran up to the El Dorado, and it was an instant connection. We laugh a lot together. They are both creative and really a joy.”

A vibrant pink pigment painting by Bill Kane contrasts with purple walls. The Richard Schultz chairs for Knoll and the Suzani and Moroccan rug from Double Knot are vintage. The walls are painted in Amorous by Benjamin Moore.Richard Powers

Before the move to New York, the couple had spent a stint in the United Kingdom, where Hall was shooting the Netflix murder-mystery series Safe. While overseas, they had fallen under the spell of English country house decor and wanted to bring a similar approach to their New York classic six apartment. “They loved the casual elegance of British country homes with the florals and patterns and feeling of design elements layered over time,” Bengur says. “And like me, they love color. So we experimented with different color combinations, spending hours on the living room floor with bags and bags of samples and color swatches.”

Tour Michael C. Hall’s Color-Drenched NYC Apartment by Sara Bengur

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[starkeysbaby]

When the turtle incident at the beach happens the reader gets hurt saving the turtle 🐢 and rafe snap. Everyone sees a different side of rafe

a/n: i LOVE this idea. - Unfortunately i feel like i didn’t do it justice 🥲🥲 but hope you enjoy!! <3

“if i ever see you round my girl again…”

pairings: s4 rafe cameron x kook but not kooky!reader [est. relationship]

warnings: S4 E4 SCENE DESCRIBED/USED (not sure if it’s really a spoiler tho as nothing plot wise is revealed) turtles being hurt, blood, death threat, canon rafe lol, use of swear words. (pls lemme know if i forgot any)

summary: you just wanted peace between everyone, unfortunately you and a turtle became collateral damage over a kook vs pogue contest. rafe is not happy…

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You were a kook? Well that’s what your bank account said. However, you were closer with the pogues and basically hung out with them or your boyfriend.. rafe cameron. that was the weird part. It had been awkward since the pogues all returned from El Dorado. You had sort of become the middle man in between rafe and the pogues including his sister, sarah. It was an unspoken rule between you and rafe that you just don’t talk about them with him which you respected. He’ll come around in his own time you thought.

When the swell came in, your boyfriend and his friends were eager to hit the beach and have a surf day to which you wouldn’t turn down. meeting up at tannyhill, you saw that topper had bought his new girlfriend, ruthie who you weren’t too keen on. You had mentioned this to rafe a while back but he said that it isn’t yours or his business to get involved with toppers love life and told you to just stay away from her if you didn’t like her to which you couldn’t argue.

Arriving at the beach you saw your friends, jj, john b, kiara and sarah and quickly told rafe that you were going over to say hi. Rafe just mumbled something as he set up his towel and told you not to be long as he stared daggers at sarah.

“hey!” you wave jogging up to the pogues, hugging sarah then kie. “what’s up y/nn (your nickname)” kie asked. “not much. just thought we’d hit the waves. i told them we should go a bit farther from here but they didn’t listen… sorry” you explained, knowing it’s best if the kooks and pogues don’t cross paths today. “you’re good. it’s them we don’t trust” jj butts in. “yeah, no. i’ll tell them to lay off..” you smile then turn to sarah. “he’s trying. he’ll come around. i know it..” you tell her, referring to rafe. Sarah just shrugs, pretending as if not being on good terms with her brother isn’t bothering her. “wanna surf?” you smile and take sarah’s hand dragging her to the water as you both laugh.

After surfing with sarah and the pogues for a while, you had joined rafe on his towel and spent an hour or so just chilling with him. He showered you in attention and you did your best to ignore ruthies little comments about the pogues and how jj is a poor sport. At one point, rafe saw you side eye ruthie for shitting on the pogues again. “hey. don’t frown.” he mumbles turning your head to face him and pats your cheek. “i don’t get her problem rafe.” you sigh. “yeah it sucks, but cmon” “no. it’s unnecessary. they aren’t doing anything to her.” you tell him, referring to the pogues just minding their business apart from that tiny squabble with jj and topper in the ocean but topper didn’t seem to care too much so why does ruthie? “i told you, ignore her” rafe says a little sternly taking your hand in his, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “yeah yeah…” you smile as you peck him, letting it go as you didn’t want ruthie to ruin the day.

While you packed up, unknown to you and rafe, ruthie was convincing topper to just ride the truck over to the pogues to mess up their set up. You in the meantime went over to the pogues to say bye, only to find them saving a turtle hatch in which you started assisting with. The next thing you know, you see ruthie driving her truck at a high speed straight at you. While sarah and kie do their best to get the turtles out of the way in time, you stand in front waving your hands trying to get ruthies attention to stop her. “hey! hey!!! stop! there’s a hatch!” you call out but she doesn’t hear you. you can vaguely see topper yell at ruthie, probably to stop but she’s just laughing. kiara notices ruthie has no intention of stopping and quickly pulls you out the way.

Luckily no turtles were hurt at that point but you see ruthie circling around to go again. You stand up again, trying to stop her. Rafe has also noticed this and starts making his way over to get, in his words, your stupid ass out of the way. You realise ruthie yet again has no intention of stopping so you quickly go to pick up a turtle that was in the way but you get hit slightly by the truck, knocking you out.

“what the actual fuck?!” kiara yells rushing to you, she takes the turtles from you and calls for rafe who’s at your side in seconds. He looks up at a shocked, somewhat guilty looking ruthie. “what the fuck is your problem?” he spits “did you not see her fucking standing there telling you to stop!” he yells as he takes off his shirt to wrap around a bloody scrape on your knee from something in the sand. Overall you weren’t too badly hurt but might need some stitches. That was enough for rafe to see red though.

As sarah goes to fetch water to splash you awake, ruthie stutters “i.. i thought she’d get out the way. why would she just fucking stand the-” kie cuts her off “there was a turtle hatch! look what you did! she was tryna save this turtle” kie yells at her, showing her the hurt turtle to which ruthie turns her face away from. “why the fu-” rafe cuts himself off on questioning you to wake you up with the water sarah got. As you felt water being splashed on your face, you sit up. “what happened?” you groan. “y/n im so so sor-” ruthie starts to apologise but rafe cuts her off. “no. you shut the fuck up and stay away from my girl” rafe snaps causing topper to get involved. “hey now rafe-” but again rafe cuts him off. “control your bitch, top” he huffs shutting topper and everyone else up.

He lifts you up and walks towards his truck. “my head hurts..” you mumble. “i know baby.. gonna get you to the hospital aight” he gently whispers to you to which you just nod. With a final “don’t pull shit like that again” from rafe, he places you in the passengers seat before shutting the door and quickly going up to ruthie. “if i ever see you round my girl again… i’ll kill you” he murmurs up close to her face in a terrifyingly dangerous way. Apart from sarah and a few of the pogues, no one has ever seen rafe like that.. so scary.. so threatening… so murderous. Ruthie just nodded which was enough for rafe to leave the scene so he could take you to the hospital.

a/n: hope you enjoyed - kinda struggled to find a way to set the dynamic where reader is dating rafe but close to the pogues at this point in the show cuz i couldn’t see rafes defending someone so furiously unless he was dating her 😭

requests are open!! enjoy lovelies - liv <33

[deltaharrington]

STUCK [SEASON 3 SPOILERS]

PAIRING: Rafe Cameron x Female!Pogue!Reader

WARNINGS: smut, heavy swearing, kidnapping, obx3 SPOILERS

SUMMARY: You were separated from your ex, Rafe, after falling off the Costal Adventure. The Pogues took you in as one of their own. You and Rafe meet again when you’re kidnapped by Singh.

Muffled screams were heard from the hallways as you were dragged to an unfamiliar room.

How did you get here? That was a long story?

A month prior, Rafe Cameron, your boyfriend at the time, had somehow convinced you to run away with him and his family.

You had no idea what he was capable of back then.

When you found out that he helped steal a cross that wasn’t his, and that he tried to kill his own sister, things felt different.

You couldn’t deny that you were in love with him though. It was hard for you to grasp the fact that he wasn’t a good person.

So, you did the thing anyone would have done. You helped Sarah escape.

When both John B and Sarah insisted you came with them, you wasted no time jumping off of the boat.

Rafe nearly shot at the small boat you escaped in. He was expecting you to be on it. Y/n. His Y/n was a Pogue.

Here you were now, kidnapped by Carlos Singh. He had you for a couple of days, claiming he was waiting on something before he could tell you what he wanted.

A large door opened and you were practically thrown into the room, your body slamming against another.

“What the-?” The voice above you spoke. It sounded familiar, and that scared you.

“Y/n? Oh my god!” The voice said, worried. You looked up and we’re met with none other than Rafe Cameron.

He wasted no time, ripping the cloth gag from your lips. At that you scrambled to get away from him, tripping and falling to the floor.

“Rafe? I knew you were apart of this!” You said and the Kook boy tried to reach for you. You tried to wiggle away, but your hands were still tied.

Rafe helped you up, cupping your face in his hands. He was happy to see you. He assumed you got kidnapped by the Pogues, he never knew you went willingly.

“I’ve been trying to find you, sweetheart” He said and your chest rose and fell with anger. He didn’t notice, he was too caught up with the fact that you had survived.

“You won’t have to go with those Pogues again, you’re safe now” Rafe rambled and you shook your head, about to argue.

“I knew this reunion would cause sparks” Singh’s voice from the opening room.

“What do you want from me?” You said and he waved you into the other room. You yanked yourself from Rafe’s grip and you walked into the room, sitting down on a couch.

Rafe followed and sat next to you.

Singh went on a rant about El Dorado and all you could think about was how close Rafe was to you. You hadn’t seen him in a month, and you were sure you had gotten over him.

Now that he was in front of you, butterflies fluttered in your stomach. Well, maybe that was because he was fiddling with the ties that bound your hands together.

“What do you want from me?” You asked Singh and he smiled.

“Your friends, they have a diary” He went on and it clicked for you. They had told you about a diary. Denmark Tanny’s diary.

“I don’t…I don’t know anything about a diary” You said and those words landed you right back in a locked room.

“Y/n, baby, you have to talk to me” Rafe pled, kneeling down in front of your sitting figure. You had finally wiggled your way out of the zip ties that had bound your wrists, and now you were placed on the bed.

“Rafe, I really don’t know what there is to talk about” You said and he looked confused, hurt even.

“You, me, you getting napped by the Pogues? That’s what we can talk about” He said and stood up, pacing.

This was it, you had to tell him.

“I didn’t get kidnapped, Rafe” You said and he stopped, looking towards you “I left with them myself” You added and his eyes widened.

“Why- Why would you do that?” He said and you sighed.

“You killed Peterkin, tried to kill your sister, and you lied to me!” You said “I couldn’t be around you, I was scared, Rafe!” You said and he looked shattered.

“You know I’d never hurt you, Y/n” Rafe said and you shook your head.

“I don’t know that, I didn’t” You said and he moved closer, grabbing your hands to hold in his.

“You never ended things properly, so we’re still together” Rafe said, his eyes tearing up “Y-You’re still mine, baby please” He begged and you shook your head, your eyes becoming teary as well.

“Rafe, we can’t” You said and he reached up towards four face, cupping it “Please don’t do this, not now.” You added and he shook his head, leaning in towards you.

When he kissed you, you felt like your world fell into place. You hated that feeling, but you craved it more than anything.

You couldn’t help but melt into his touch, letting him lean in further to pin you to the bed. He hadn’t seen you in a month, and he longed to feel you in his arms again.

Upon realizing what you were doing, you pulled away, shaking your head “Rafe” You whispered, his thumb trailing across your bottom lip.

“Please, I know you want this just as much as me” Rafe said “I love you, so much” He said and you felt your heart nearly explode.

“I love you too” You whispered and he smiled, letting his thumb caress your cheek.

“There’s my girl” Rafe whispered, pressing his lips against yours again. This time you gave in, missing his touch.

Rafe moved between your legs, pulling you flesh against his hard-on.

“Feel that?” He asked and you nodded “All because of you baby” He whispered and looked down at you. “Haven’t had any in a month” He said “I’ve been waiting on you, only to hear that you left me?” He said and you shook your head.

“That’s right, I’ll have to show you just how pent up I’ve been” He said and you looked up at him, trying to pull him closer.

“Please, Rafe” You begged “I need you, now.” You said and that was all he needed.

Within mere seconds, your clothes were on the floor, Rafe prodding your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Please, Rafe” You begged and that was enough for him, the blonde sliding all the way inside of you, his hips touching yours.

Your back arched at the familiar fullness you felt, a moan left your lips as he attacked your neck, littering it with hickeys.

You both had forgotten the situation you were in, only worried about each other.

Soft moans and the sound of hips meeting filled the room, Rafe moving fast to make you have the best orgasm of your life.

“Rafe! M’already close!” You gasped out and he nodded, a smirk on his face.

“Me too baby, I fuckin’ missed you” He said finally giving you permission to cum.

At his command, you turned into putty, your legs shaking, as you clenched around him, milking his cock.

He rested his head in the crook of your neck after he came, your labored breaths filling the room. It didn’t take too long for you to come down and calm down, slipping under the covers to hide your exposed body.

“We need to get out of here” Rafe spoke softly “You’re mine”

END.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

A couple riding horses in Central Park near the El Dorado (apartment tower), 1930s.

Photo: Browning Studio via the NY Historical Society

[themsource]

7alt8 AU - Family

(Takes place three years before the comic 'Parallels')

“You’d really keep my great niece and nephew from me?” Ford asked breathlessly, his eyes wide in disbelief. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

This was to be the first summer he got to spend with his great niece and nephew, and he’d been looking forward to it for the last year. The thought of actually being able to be around family without judgment or pity had kept him up long into the night with excitement the night prior as he’d come up with all sorts of activities they could do together.

And now he was being told it might not happen.

Ford had pulled into his niece and nephew’s driveway only ten minutes ago, he hadn’t even gotten to greet the kids yet, and already everything was falling apart over bland tea… with admittedly good biscotti.

Lee and Abigail both exchanged a look before the shorter brunette took a deep breath, an awkward smile meant to comfort gracing her lips but doing nothing other than causing a flare of irritation through her uncle.

“We don’t want to, it’s just…” She paused, her eyes darting as she tried to find her words that Ford knew were going to be insensitive no matter how she used them. “I’m sorry to say this but, we don’t want them being dragged into this… obsession of yours. I mean, you missed their 13th birthday party because you felt as if you’d discovered the remains of El Dorado and thought that it was somehow run by lizardmen!”

“Aliens,” Ford corrected as he cleared his throat. “It was connected to aliens, and I said the residents were likely attacked by lizardmen at one point resulting in a war that wiped out their crops and festered disease. Not that they were—”

“That’s not the point!” Abigail cried as she waved his words away.

He winced, and had the decency to look apologetic for his bad habit of rambling. Ford had always been a man of discovery and science, so he really couldn’t help how his words got away from him sometimes.

“I apologized for that. I got them both gifts.”

“Yes… some supposed particle gun and a set of laser powered handcuffs.” Lee drawled.

Ford couldn’t help beaming with pride. “Two excellent pinnacles of technology wouldn’t you agree? My colleague and I spent the better part of a year fine tuning the blueprints and constructing them. The process was fascinating!”

Lee and Abigail stared at him.

And the longer they did so the more he deflated until he was awkwardly staring right back. 

Abigail ran a hand through her hair, “Be that as it may, this is still a problem. It’s been decades Uncle Standford, and we’ve already told them that Uncle Stanley—”

“He’s not dead.” Ford cut across her, resolute and final.

His nephew and niece-in-law both exchanged a wary look.

Ford sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew he should be respectful right now, even if every atom of his body protested and wanted to chide the both of them, but it was difficult.

He’d just gotten so tired of hearing how the family had given up over the years…

“Look,” He began as he adjusted his glasses and folded his hands. “I love these kids, more than anything, and their safety will be my utmost priority if you agree to entrust them to me, I promise you.”

Abigail swallowed thickly as she glanced down at her hands and began to fiddle with the acrylic on one of her long manicured nails. Lee, however, met Ford’s gaze head on, his words stern and tone icy.

“If we let you have them for the summer you are to take them to your home in Gravity Falls, and keep them there. You won’t drag our children on this wild goose chase of yours, or you’ll never see Dipper and Mabel again. I won’t agree to trust our children to some lunatic. Do you understand?”

'Wild goose chase.’

Ford’s hands clenched into fists against the table top, but he showed just how great the extent of his control was as he kept a perfectly neutral expression and nodded in understanding while he replied, “Completely.”

Lee and Abigail exchanged another concerned look before finally relenting as they smiled.

“We’ll have them get packed then.” Abigail chirped as she took a sip of her tea.

Ford forced himself to relax as he returned their grins with a hollow one of his own and popped a piece of biscotti between his teeth. For the next ten minutes he listened to Lee and Abigail’s upcoming plans for a vacation to the alps now that the kids would be preoccupied, and reassured them when they would ask questions or voice any lingering worries.

It was tedious.

But finally, they both excused themselves to go help the twins pack, leaving Ford alone in their kitchen. Alone with their phone only a few feet away, tucked into the corner of their marble counter.

He wasted no time rushing over to it.

On the third ring he got an answer, and he was quick, straight to the point and clipped.

“Fiddleford? Does your uncle still own that hanger off of I-580?”

~~~~

“Tell me, do you love your parents?”

Dipper and Mabel frowned as they looked at each other before looking back up at him.

“Yes,” they replied simultaneously.

“Good, because I love them too!” Ford exclaimed as he tossed the last of their bags in the back of his trunk before slamming the lid shut. “However, allow me to pose another question.”

He turned to face them with his fists on his hips. “Do you love obeying them?”

At that Dipper and Mabel went wide eyed and took turns shaking their heads and tilting their hands as they mumbled indifferent and uncertain ‘mehs’ and ‘sometimes’ followed by ‘not really’. 

Ford felt a smirk curve his lips as he chuckled.

“An interesting answer. Now get in the car, we have a long journey ahead.”

As the twins both climbed into the car (after arguing over who got shotgun to which Mabel won over a game of rock-paper-scissors) Dipper couldn’t help groaning under his breath from the backseat, “Why do you have to live eight hours away? My legs are going to be numb by the time we get there.

Ford didn’t say anything as he waited for them to both finish buckling in before turning on the ignition and pulling out of the driveway.

“Yes, eight hours can be a moderately taxing drive.” he chuckled, before adding, “which is why we shall be flying.”

Dipper and Mabel both perked up at that, Dipper raising a confused brow as Mabel tilted her head to ask, “Flying?”

Ford glanced at her from the corner of his eye and grinned.

“We’re not going to Gravity Falls. Not right now at least. I have found something interesting that I wish to investigate. Next stop: Europe! Dublin specifically.”

“...does this have anything to do with great uncle Stanley?” Dipper asked, perturbed.

Ford fell silent as he stared ahead at the open road.

The quiet awkwardly filled the car as Mabel glanced back at her brother via the rearview mirror, the both of them making a face of worry. After an extended and tense moment, Mabel perked up, her chest puffing out as she threw a thumb at the center of it.

“Well, I don’t know about you two, but I’ve always wanted to see a leprechaun!”

The tension instantly vanished as Ford chuckled again and Dipper rolled his eyes.

“Leprechauns aren’t real,” her brother sighed.

Mabel instantly went into a pout.

“You don’t know that! I bet they are, and that their gold is really those chocolate coins that the stores sell on halloween! Oh, oh! And! They bleed sprinkles and sneeze rainbows!”

“What? You can’t be serious Mabel.” Dipper groused at his sister’s whimsy.

As they both started to go back and forth, Ford felt his heart skip a beat as elation warmed his chest from the inside out. The kids may have been a bit apprehensive, but now that they were warming up to the idea of traveling abroad he couldn’t help thinking how lucky he was. 

Dipper and Mabel were not going to hinder his search after all by forcing him to be in one place for an extended period of time (wasting precious minutes—minutes that could be life or death for Stanley wherever he was), and were sure to be a great asset to him with Dipper’s logic and Mabel’s ability to think outside the box. In time at least, once they’d gotten used to everything and he’d had time to explain the theory of weirdness to them.

Clearly, he’d have to work on Dipper’s logic and how it could be applied to the abnormal, because leprechauns were indeed real, and were ALWAYS cranky. And also work with Mabel on how to convey her creative ideas in a proper way, as sometimes they bordered on nonsensical.

But those were just small, trivial details that could be handled another day.

First things first, was making sure they were both comfortable during this trip. He wanted them to enjoy it and get a taste for adventuring just as he had, and to want to do this when the opportunity came to visit him. He wanted them to not regret taking a risk by trusting him like they just had and going along with it when he mentioned the change of plans.

Ford may have misled their parents on what he and the kids would be doing, but he had been truthful about how much they both meant to him and the care that he felt towards their wellbeing.

He glanced over again as the dappled light from passing trees danced across the interior of the car, his gaze raking over both the twins as they dissolved into giggles and laughter over something concerning dorito chips and hot sauce. How they got on that topic he hadn’t a clue but he couldn’t help laughing along as Mabel listed off how hot sauce was a better dip than nacho cheese.

….he was certain that Stanley would have adored them, just as he did.

He focused on driving again and took a turn towards the private airport he’d booked with Fiddleford right after his conversation with Lee and Abigail.

The sight of the plane already waiting on the runway gradually greeted him like a beacon of light through darkness as he slowly crested the rolling hill of freshly dewed grass and graveled dirt towards the tarmac.

Everything would be fine, Ford reassured himself.

He just hoped Dipper and Mabel were able to keep a secret.

[maluuustrawberry]

"My biggest treasure"

(Tulio X Fem!Reader X Miguel)

(The Road to El Dorado fanfiction)

{Part. 5}

{Part.1} // {Part.2} // {Part.3} // {Part.4}

A/N: I wanted thank you for the likes, I'm happy that you're enjoying this fanfic, thank you for your affection.❤️

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~ {Pov} Y/n:

  Time went by on that open sea, the two days that passed seemed like an eternity to us. We faced everything, the storms, the hunger, the cold... I never imagined that I would go through something as bad as those days at sea, our energies were exhausted. I didn't want to say it, but we gave up, there's no island, we're just surrounded by water and with a horse by our side.

  At that moment we found ourselves in the middle of the sea, exhausted, without strength and with the sun burning down on us:

“Túlio, Y/n...” Miguel called out to us, speaking in a voice slurred and hoarse with exhaustion. “Did you ever imagine that you would die like this?”

“I just couldn't imagine with the horse...” Tulio said and Altivo gave a little neigh.

“Do you have any complaints?” Miguel asked and Tulio replied.

“Apart from dying? Yes... I've never had so much gold...”

“Do you have any, Y/n?”

“That... I'm a disgrace to my father... I didn't get married, I didn't have children, I've been disguising myself as a man to get to this point...”

“And to make matters worse, you can read...” commented Tulio and this time I didn't get angry, on the contrary, I ended up laughing a little.

“Do you have any complaints, Miguel?” I asked, my voice hoarse from tiredness and from drinking seawater when we were thirsty.

"My complaint, apart from dying, is that our great adventure ended before it began and they won't even remember us..."

“If it's any consolation, boys...” I said. “In those few days, you've given me a great adventure that I've never experienced for years...”

“I wish we'd met before, Y/n.” Miguel said and Tulio began to cry.

“Y/n, if it's any consolation... You're a strong woman, given everything you've been through without your father and all the other things, you shouldn't be ashamed of yourself...”

“Ah Tulio...” I held myself back from crying. “you're not as stupid as I thought... I loved meeting you boys...”

  I couldn't resist and we started to cry together, until we heard Altivo neighing, the horse got up and jumped up and down in the rowing boat, as if it had cheered up, the boat started to rock and we were almost knocked off balance by it. Tulio soon spoke in an irritated and tearful voice:

“Miguel, control your horse or the boat will capsize!”

  The blond tried to calm Altivo down and as soon as I got up to help, I saw that we were close to an island. I couldn't contain my shouts of happiness and jumped off too, but I soon stopped when the boat became unbalanced:

“Guys! Land!...Land!” I said excitedly, shaking Tulio by the shoulders.

“It's land!”

   Miguel and Túlio wasted no time and started rowing towards the island. We arrived and finally got off the boat. It felt so good to stand up and feel the sand on my feet again. We were so happy that we jumped up and hugged each other, but our happiness wore off when we saw human skeletons dumped on that island and we screamed in fright, this was not a good sign:

“Whoever is in favor of going back to the boat, say ‘I.” Tulio said and I immediately raised my hand.

“I!” Miguel and I said at the same time.

  Túlio, Altivo and I went back to the boat, the horse had one of the oars in his mouth, anxious to get back to the sea. Túlio tried to push the boat, but soon stopped when he saw that Miguel was still standing on the island and looking around:

“Miguel! Are you going to help us?!” he asked and I immediately remembered something... That bastard!

“Wait a minute, Tulio. How do you know what I went through and all that about my father?” I asked a little irritated. “You heard everything?”

“You literally said that on a two-meter-square boat, how could I not have heard it?”

“You were asleep, you idiot.”

“That doesn't stop me from hearing it!” He says as he waves his arms.

“Meddler!”

“Don't give me that, Y/n!” He pointed his finger in my face and I pushed his hand away. We were about to continue the fight, but Miguel interrupted us.

“Guys! We found it!” The blond had a smile on his face and continued to look around, but he was holding a sheet of papyrus in his hands. It was the map!

“Wait a minute... Is that the map?!” Tulio asked incredulously and with a little irritation in his voice.

“It's all here!“ Miguel ignored him and continued. “The stone in the shape of an eagle, the stream, the mountains!”

“You saved the map, but you didn't save the food!” Tulio continued to exclaim angrily and Miguel just ignored him and spoke excitedly to us, even I was surprised that he still had the map after all that.

“I can't believe it...” I said, speechless after all.

“I've always told you, Tulio!” Miguel walked over to the brunette and showed him the map. “We've found the island to El Dorado!”

  Tulio looked his blond friend up and down with a bored expression on his face and finally spoke:

“You drank sea water, didn't you?”

“Oh please!” Miguel complained as he raised his arms and I took the map from him to analyze it better, he was right, everything was on the map.

“Enough Miguel, it's because of the crazy things you two have done that we've ended up here! Enough, let's go back to Spain.”

“No!” Miguel and I said in a chorus and I handed the map to the blond, turning back to Tulio. “First of all, we didn't face that at sea and I didn't give up everything to go with you for nothing, we can't give up now.”

“She's right.” Miguel said and Tulio glared at him as if to say, 'Shut up!'.

“And secondly...” I continued as I approached Tulio. “I'm not leaving until I find this town. We made a deal, a promise.”

“Oh stop it!” Tulio shook me, holding my shoulders. “What do I have to do to get back to Spain?”

  I was beginning to lose patience, we weren't going to miss a great opportunity because of his stubbornness. I took out my sword and pointed it at his face. Tulio immediately raised both his hands and threatened:

“I'm going to chop you up...”

“Listen, I'm not going to get involved in this!” He put his sword down and walked over to the boat. “I wouldn't step foot in this jungle for a million pesetas!”

I can't believe he would go on with this idea of going back to Spain, I'm not going to live my miserable life once again because of him. I was about to press the issue, if only to argue with him and get Tulio into that jungle by grabbing him by the hair. But Miguel stopped me, putting his hand on my shoulder and giving me a wink as if to say, "Let me take care of it", and then the blond spoke up:

“What if it's a hundred million, Tulio?” As he said this, Tulio, who was about to get into the boat on a shelf, stopped in the middle of the road.

“What?”

“Yes, after all, El Dorado is the city of gold...”

“What about it?”

“My God, Tulio...” I slapped my hand to my forehead and sighed. “I used to think you were stupid, but now I'm sure. Think!”

“You know...” Miguel continued with his move, he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to walk to the boat with him while talking in that sarcastic way like someone who doesn't want anything. “There with huge temples of gold that we can extract even from the walls, but since you don't want to go, let's go back to the boat and row to Spain, after all, that already worked once...”

“Hey! Hey! No! No!” interrupted Tulio, running up to us and separating us, standing between Miguel and me.

I gave Miguel a disguised victorious smile and he winked. It worked!

“Hold on, new plan!” Tulio stood between the two of us, put his arms around our shoulders, drew us closer and we listened attentively to his new plan “First we find the city of gold... we get the gold... and then we go back to Spain!”

“And we buy Spain!” Miguel completed the plan with a smile on his face and Tulio and I smiled at this latest idea. “That's it!”

“Come on, boys!” I took Tulio's arm off my shoulder and pulled out my sword. “Let's follow the trail!” I pointed my sword at the jungle.

“What trail, girl?” Tulio asked.

“We'll have to make it ourselves, after all, no one has ever set foot here before.” I cut through some of the undergrowth in front of us. “Miguel, you dictate the path on the map and I'll clear the undergrowth out of our way.”

“Great!”

~ {Pov} Tulio:

  I see Miguel analyzing the map and I sigh, I can't believe I'm going to take part in this madness, I just hope it works out, they're very motivated by it. I see that Y/n and Miguel are very close, why? What did she see in Miguel? I can't be jealous, I hate that girl, but what's going on? What is this feeling?

  I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw that Altivo was going to back down, it was that horse's fault that we starved on the journey and we even lost him in the storm, do you think it's that easy?

“Whoa! No... Don't even think about it!” I said as I grabbed his lead and pulled him along with us.

Continued...

[irismaebe]

Fanfic: Lo hice por ti / traición

Escribir Angst es mi pasión | Writing Angst is my passion

Cuando escribí esto lo hice pensando en que el morado es el opuesto en el círculo cromatico al amarillo

When I wrote this I did it thinking that purple is the opposite of yellow on the color wheel.

«─Te amo Mabel Pines, mi estrella fugaz… y se que en tus manos nuestra pequeña flama no se extinguirá─

«Yo también» contestó desde el fondo de su corazón en donde la llama de su amor ardía fervientemente pese a todo. Aunque todo el llanto sin derramar parecía querer apagarlo. Lentamente se acercó y beso su frente cómo él hacía cuando ella buscaba consuelo. Poco a poco el brillo dorado se extinguió en el techo y desapareció.»

Translator

─I love you Mabel Pines, my shooting star... and I know that in your hands our little flame will not be extinguished──.

"Me too" she replied from the bottom of her heart where the flame of her love burned fervently despite everything. Although all the unshed tears seemed to want to extinguish it. Slowly she came closer and kissed his forehead as he did when she sought comfort. Slowly the golden glow faded into the ceiling and disappeared...

Fanfic:

Este fanfic merecia un mejor dibujo que los dos anteriores (aparte tenía que practicar mis dibujos sin líneas)

This fanfic deserved a better drawing than the previous two (plus I had to practice my drawings without lines)

Referencia queria pintar no dibujar.

Los dos dibujos anteriores del fic.

The two previous drawings of the fic

[jartita-me-teneis]

POLLO A LA PORTUGUESA: INGREDIENTES para 5 personas: 10 muslitos de pollo 250 ml de caldo de pollo 200 g de tomate triturado 1 vaso de vino blanco 2 patatas medianas 1 cebolla 1 pimiento verde 1 pimiento rojo 100 g de guisantes congelados 2 dientes de ajo Aceite de oliva Sal y pimienta

ELABORACIÓN: 1. Corta la cebolla en juliana, los ajos laminados, los pimientos en tiras y las patatas en rodajas.

2. En una cazuela con un buen chorro de aceite cocina el pollo por todos los lados con sal y pimienta hasta que esté dorado. Añade la cebolla, los ajos y los pimientos y cocina con una pizca de sal hasta que empiecen a tomar color.

3. Vierte el vino blanco y reduce el alcohol. Vierte el tomate y reduce de nuevo para que pierda agua. Incorpora el caldo y cocina tapado durante 20 minutos.

4. Mientras tanto fríe las patatas aparte y retira a un plato sobre papel absorbente. Una vez cocinado el pollo, introduce los guisantes y cocina hasta que estén blanditos. Antes de servir, añade las patatas al pollo a la portuguesa y sirve.

[nimpnawakproduction]

WIP: El Dorado crossover: Not with the face...

I drew those two panels months apart and it shows...They had plastic surgery between the two panels :’D I’m not happy with Vash face’s, maybe I’ll redraw it later......

Anyway I love this movie and every interactions between Miguel and Tulio have Vashwood energy. They even have the same colors I don’t make the rules ;w; Expect more panels in the future !

[aettuddae]

hole in one — chapter 47.

⌕ synopsis: at one of the most prestigious universities in the country, where everyone is battling to be the center of attention, yu jimin is just a regular. people want her because of her beauty, but all she cares about is sharing her freaky stuff with her friends and passing her subjects. although there's one thing that might push her out of her comfort zone, revenge. when nakamura kazuha, one of the richest and most well-known students of NCU, starts to spread gossip about her for thousands of followers to see, jimin decides to get back by taking away the thing kazuha cares about the most: her perfect girlfriend, the young golf star, kwon haru.

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[half written chapter]

they paused the movie and both got up from the bed. while they were engaged in a conversation about the group they liked, they went to the kitchen of karina's apartment and started to prepare popcorn. once they put it in the microwave, they stayed there and waited for it to be ready.

haru laid her body on the kitchen counter, while jimin stood in front of her, moved and paced from side to side as they talked and laughed.

"okay, haru, the exodus album is good, but it's general culture that ex'act is better." she contradicted her new friend's opinion.

"exodus is a legend, it's a cult album." defended the guest.

"ex'act too!" she exalted.

"but ex'act doesn't have el dorado."

"and exodus doesn't have artificial love." jimin folded her arms.

the conversation was generating excitement for her, so haru needed to move. she propelled herself from the counter and approached the other girl, who was already ecstatically wandering around the kitchen.

"exodus has transformer!"

"ex'act has heaven!"

"just admit it already, mine is better." haru held jimin by the shoulders and shook her lightly as she played desperate.

"never! i won't tell lies." the blackhaired, still in the athlete's grip, brought her hands up to her shirt and grabbed it in two fists, making the motion of lifting her up like in the movies they do to traitors.

"just now you're telling lies!" exclaimed haru jumping up and down on the spot, irritated that she couldn't win the little argument they were having, causing jimin to laugh.

"you're lying." she undid one of her fists that were still holding the girl's clothes and used her finger to point accusingly at her, pressing it into her chest.

haru clicked her tongue and looked to the side feigning indignation, but immediately let out a chuckle. jimin raised the finger she had aimed at her and stuck the pad of it to the girl's jaw, then pushed her face so that she would face her again.

"face your enemy, ssem." challenged the younger girl furrowing her brows to mimic a threatening grimace.

"you think i don't dare?" she raised an eyebrow, competing with her.

they were too close, jimin's hands were spread across haru's body, and she was securely holding her too. the eye contact and the challenging atmosphere, even if it was in jest and because of a stupid topic, made jimin feel a desire in her that, a little bit, even hurt.

it felt like if she didn't do something to calm herself down, she would burn from the inside out, or something would tear her in half to free herself from within her body.

she could feel her own breathing getting heavier and heavier, and she had to push harder and harder to get the air in. time felt slow and that disturbed her,

how long had she been in haru's personal space?

she thought that from the outside she might look normal, but she felt as if her body was melting in front of her friend, as if she was choking, bathed in sweat and the desperation that only a person who doesn't understand what is going on inside her can have.

she had to appease that feeling and the only way she found was to slide her hands up haru's chest, collarbones and neck, until she reached her face and held it firmly between her fingers, then let her body fall forward, with the intention of meeting her lips on the way and being able to capture them between her own.

she could feel nothing but a brush and suddenly there was silence, cold, calm.

she hadn't thought about the possibility of putting out that fire in her own forest with a simple bucket of cold water. but haru had.

"i don't dare, i don't dare, i don't!" cried kwon, after moving her arms to grab jimin's hands and detach them from her clothes, to then walk away.

the owner of the apartment stood in the center of the kitchen, stunned, her cheeks and entire body on fire. while the sportswoman had shot away from her to the other side of the room, now finding herself practically glued to the wall.

"karina..."

she kept on adding distance, boundaries, and obstacles on that meter, or a little less of it, between them.

"yes, i know, sorry." she voiced, coming out of her trance, back into her body, to reality.

"i have a girlfriend." she remembered. "and not only do i have a girlfriend, but i love her. and that," she waved her hands in the air towards where she was, almost as if to blame her. "that's wrong."

"i know, haru, i... shit!" she was intercepted as she looked at the microwave and saw that they had forgotten the popcorn, which was now, literally, on fire.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" haru ran to help her get the food out of the appliance.

after putting out the flames with a dishcloth and then extinguishing the dishcloth by throwing it on the ground and stepping on it, they were able to remove the bag, or what was left of it, from the device, which fortunately had not been damaged as they realized about the incident in time.

"shall we go buy some more?" proposed jimin looking at the burnt pieces.

"jimin."

"haru, i won't try to kiss you again." she put the container down thunderously on the table. "it was a moment of confusion, i guess i'm still happy because you helped me, and i misunderstood because we got along really well." she picked up the remains of the rag from the floor and moved towards the garbage bin, where she threw it. "i already know you have a girlfriend and you love her, it's not going to happen again." she assured. "i don't even want it to happen again."

karina worried that the first thing she thought of after saying that last sentence was: lies.

"just friends, okay?"

"yeah, sure." she gave haru a comforting smile.

but why did it bother her so much when haru tells her they're just friends?

(!)

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[sunnyie-eve]

27 | The Flow

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring:(JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: JJ being an ass, Soft Rafe

MASTERLIST

Like Callie said she met up with the others after being home for a bit and they catch her up on how screwed they really are. "How the hell are we gonna get that type of money?" Callie messes with her nails as she leans against the railing.

"Why are you here anyways?" JJ speaks up messing with a knife sitting alone.

"Excuse me?" She looks at him, "I'm part of this group still. Sorry I went off for a while to get a break from everything."

"She's still part of the group, dude." John B tells him.

"Who's friends with Rafe still after everything. What was it only 18 months ago you two were hooking up. Staying on figure 8 with him just to get over me."JJ chuckles so Callie walks over slapping him across the face.

"I had nowhere else to go! Remember that? So fuck you. And you're really pushing it to where I don't even want to be friends with you anymore." She leaves the group going home.

"At least see if you can get money out of the psychopath!" He shouts as she gets in her car. Everyone looks over at JJ wondering why the hell he was acting that way, "What? I'm right. It's fucking Rafe." He looks at everyone.

"Don't you think you're pushing it?" Kiara sighs so JJ laughs more.

"Don't say anything you might regret." Pope points his finger at JJ so JJ gets up to go on a walk alone while everyone sighs.

Sarah shakes her head watching JJ in the distance, "Trust me, I get what he means when it comes to my brother but he's out of line with Callie. What the hell happened to him?" She looks at everyone.

John B and Pope can't help but glance over to Kiara, "Seriously?" She glares at them.

"Well, if I remember correctly. You did develop feelings for JJ when they were together and y'all almost kissed and didn't tell her about it. So I was the good friend who told her. And now you and JJ are a couple because Callie didn't get back with him." Pope can't help but tell the truth.

"We aren't together just because she didn't take him back." Kiara crosses her arms and the others avoid eye contact with her, "That's what you guys believe?! I'm not being used for him to get over her."

"Kie, we didn't say that last part. You did." John B gives her a look, "It obvious JJ has feeling for you too. That's why everything happened in the first place."

As everyone slowly splits apart do their own thing for the day, Callie was arriving home and sees Sofia waiting on her porch. "Hey, hey!" She stands up once Callie gets out of her car. "Rafe, may have told me your address. I thought we could hangout? I don't really have people to hang out with besides from Rafe. I don't really care for the other Kooks."

"I'm with you on that last half." Callie laughs, "We can hangout here. I don't mind. My room is still a slight mess though because I was redoing it." Callie lets her know.

"I don't mind. I'll even help you out with your room." Sofia smiles, "Nice house by the way. The best on the Cut." She follows Callie inside.

"My dad is a Kook and he built this. Have no idea where he is now. Rafe might know. It's just me and my aunt Tess that live here. Aunt Tess!" Callie shouts to find her.

"Cleaning the bathroom!"

"There's someone I want you to meet!" They shout back and forth till Tess joins them. "This is Sofia. She works at the country club and is also friends with Rafe."

"Rafe is friends with another Pogue?" Tess was shocked. She didn't count Barry as one because the two weren't exactly friend friends. "Callie, you really did rewire some of his brain."

"Yep. But we'll be in my room." Callie leads the way.

"Nice meeting you Sofia!"

The two girls got to really know each other while finishing up the room and they were surprised at how well Rafe said they would get along. Just a few hours seemed like years of friendship.

At the same time as things look bleak for the group, they soon received attention for their El Dorado discovery and were hailed as heroes.

"An expedition of one man, John Routledge, and a group of teenagers, who are with us today. Locals, who grew up here and who succeeded where centuries of conquistadors, explorers, and admirals failed. Today, we come together to celebrate these teens, friends from both sides of the island who came together to solve this five-year-old mystery. Let's hear it for them!"

The crowd applauds and cheers for the group as they sit there then stand up give the crowd a smile.

"Okay, I need a reset. I need a reset right now. This is a lot. It's time to celebrate." JJ says as the group go stand together away from everyone.

"I'll take one hit. One." Pope tells him, "One."

"Bad man now." Cleo looks at him.

"Big John would've thought this was all bullshit." Sarah laughs.

"Excuse me. I... I don't mean to interrupt." A man walks over to them.

"Uh, can we help you?"

"Yes. I wanted to tell you all it's remarkable what you all did. Royal Merchant, El Dorado, Denmark Tanny. Impressive résumé, impressive. I was wondering if you would all be so kind as to look at an item of mine." The man passes over a book and Pope takes it.

"Oh yeah? What type of item is that?"

It's a manuscript. I would investigate it myself, but I'm too long in the tooth. I need partners, and you all were first on my list.

"This is a captain's log." John B looks at the man.

"Who is the captain?" JJ asks.

"Edward Teach. Blackbeard." And that all lead the group to an invitation to Wes Genrette's old estate to discuss Blackbeard.

On the way to goat island, they talk about the past and all the rumors about the people from there. "Okay, why are we doing this again?" Cleo asks the group.

"Because we need money." Pope, Sarah, and Callie tell her at the same time.

Once they dock at the island they are lead up to the house and they meet the son in law of Wes, Chandler Groff, who lets them in the house.

The group was uneasy, especially when Wes arrives and tells them a bizarre story about Blackbeard and Elizabeth, claiming a ghost had visited him. Wes explains that the group needs to retrieve an amulet from Blackbeard's last ship, the Adventure, to lift a 300-year-old family curse. That the amulet is hidden off Goat Island, and Wes offers them $50,000 with $5,000 upfront to recover it.

While they discuss if they should take the deal or not JJ decides for the whole group telling Wes they'll do it, "Now, that initial 5k, is that that right there?" JJ walks over to Groff, who hands over the money.

"Hey, you know what? Actually, I think I'll take this for safekeeping." Pop takes the money from JJ.

"You won't regret this, sir. I promise you. We'll get the job done." JJ shakes Geoff's hand.

As the group leaves the island, Sofia texts Callie to invite her to the party she was at with Rafe. Callie tells her she'll show up in a bit when they get back to the island.

When they do get back, Callie goes home to change into something nice before heading to the party. She honestly didn't want to be at a Kook party but she wanted to see Sofia. And plus Rafe wouldn't let anyone give her shit.

"I don't remember you being inviting to the party." Ruthie sees Callie walk through the doors stopping her.

"Oh, but I was." Callie gives her a smile.

"Are you giving me an attitude, bitch?" Ruthie asks as Sofia spots Callie so she tells Rafe to look who showed up.

Rafe smiles walking over to the two, "What a surprise!" He hugs her so Ruthie walks away. "How did you know about Toppers party?"

"Sofia invited me." She tells him so he looks over at Sofia, who gives him a smile as well. "I feel like I need a friend that's not any of the others, you know?" She means the six.

Rafe nods his head, "I get it. Let me know if anyone gives you shit." He leaves her so she goes over to Sofia.

"You didn't tell Rafe I was coming?" Callie laughs joining her side.

"I may have forgotten to tell him." Sofia plays with her drink then sees how Callie was looking at her, "What? I can't surprise him with you?"

"What's going on?" Callie asks confused, "I thought you had a thing for Rafe? That's what I was picking up when we first met. Now you are surprising him with me?"

Sofia grabs Callie's hand to bring her closer to her, "You weren't wrong. I did have a thing for him but I know he still has feelings for you and it's the same for you. I care about Rafe and I want to be his friend."

"Sofia, Rafe knows I want to focus on myself." Callie tells her.

"I get that. I do, but just see what happens without forcing yourself not to. Listen, I know it's not my business but Rafe was ranting to me and then hearing what you said that day... If JJ is doing well with Kie...why can't you try with Rafe? Just think about it." Sofia tells her before excusing herself to go use the bathroom.

Callie looks over at Rafe getting more to drink before looking away downing her drink. She hated how Sofia had a tiny point. Maybe she should just see what happens without telling herself no.

"Fuck it." Callie walks over to where was talking with a woman.

"Oh hi." The lady smiles, "Who's this?" She asks Rafe.

"This is Callie." Rafe moves her closer to him, "Callie this is Miss Hollis." He introduces them.

"The biggest Realtor on the island." Callie knows of her, "I believe you helped my dad a long time ago."

Hollis tilts her head not knowing, "William Warner, is her father." Rafe tells Hollis.

"Oh yes!" Hollis remembers him, "He was great before he went a little...you know."

"Yeah." Callie nods her head.

"Well it was nice meeting you. And take care Rafe." Hollis leaves the two.

"What did she want with you?" Callie asks him.

"You jealous?" He jokes with her.

"Yeah, what did she offer you?" She laughs shaking her head at him.

"It depends... What do you think? After all she's a cougar too." He pokes at her.

"You are so stupid." She swats his hand away, "I'm gonna go find Sofia." She tries to walk off but he wraps his arms around her playfully.

"No, I haven't seen you in months. You can spend time with me."

"Hey, I'm here aren't I?" She turns around looking up at him, "At a Kook party... Topper's party at that. The guys already hate that I get along with you, and they would hate it even more if they knew I'm with people who hate us."

"You just get along with me? What happened to being your friend?" He laughs as she just looks at him before smiling.

"You just wanna be my friend?" She asks him and he looks at her getting a little confused.

"Huh?"

Callie giggles, "Let's just see what happens." She sees Sofia watching them so he gets out of Rafe's arms, "I'm gonna go hangout with your wingman." As Callie joins Sofia's side, she couldn't help but smile, "Why are you smiling?" Callie asks her.

"Nothing."

"Nothing my ass." Callie laughs.

"So are you taking my advice?" Sofia hands Callie a drink.

"I'm just going with the flow and we'll see what happens." Callie tells her before taking a sip of her drink.

"Hopefully there's no stop signs or yield signs." Sofia makes Callie laugh.

Rafe looks over at the two giggling and talking. He couldn't believe two people he's hooked up with were getting along so well. He couldn't even believe Sofia was actually helping him out with Callie.

After a few more hours of chatting with Sofia and Rafe at times, Callie decided to head on home. Sofia gives her a hug and hopes they can hangout alone again soon. Rafe gives her a hug as well and tells her thanks for swinging by Topper's party.

"Where were you to be dressed up?" Tess laughs as Callie comes in through the front door.

"Sofia, invited me to Topper's party to hangout with her and Rafe."

"And how was that?" Tess pays close attention to her.

"Alright. Sofia is still nice to hangout with." Callie heads to the kitchen to get a drink.

"And Rafe?" Tess asks following her into the kitchen.

"What about Rafe?"

"Anything change or still just friends?" Tess chuckles a bit.

"I'm going with the flow. I thought I should take Sofia's advice. I mean, JJ and Kie are working out so..."

"Why not try with Rafe." Tess finishes the sentence so Callie nods her head.

[powerpolyculeshowdown]

POWER POLYCULE MASTERPOST

people asked and i shall deliver!! here are our brackets - i plan to update each one with the link after they're posted, but do keep an eye on the #powerpolyculeshowdown tag in case im unavailable to do so until later, please!

Also reminder they're programmed to be posted 1min apart from each other, so from 1:00pm to 1:10pm (EST)

Round 1

part 1 (finished)

Tulio/Miguel/Chel (Road to El Dorado) x Yoo/Han/Kim (Omniscient Reader) Winners: Tulio/Miguel/Chel

Mane 6 (My Little Pony) x Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) Winners: Sasha/Anne/Marcy

Rey/Finn/Poe (Star Wars) x The Doctor/Rose/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) Winners: The Doctor/Rose/Jack

Cosmo/Kathy/Don (Singing in the Rain) x Ferris/Sloane/Cameron (Ferris Bueller’s Day Off) Winners: Cosmo/Kathy/Don

Dave/Jade/Karkat (Homestuck) x Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) Winners: Sora/Riku/Kairi

Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum (Penumbra Podcast) x Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot (High Noon Over Camelot - The Mechanisms) Winners: Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum

Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) x Sadie Kane/Walt Stone/Anubis (The Kane Chronicles) Winners: Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi

Star Allies (Kirby Star Allies) x All 1008 Pokémon (Pokémon) Winners: All 1008 Pokémon

Hardison/Parker/Elliot (Leverage) x Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer (The Witcher) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Suki/Sokka/Zuko (ATLA) x Sonic/Knuckles/Shadow (Sonic) Winners: Suki/Sokka/Zuko

Sweet/Cap’n/K_K (Deltarune) x Shiver/Frye/Big Man (Splatoon 3) Winners: Sweet/Cap'n/K_K

part 2 (finished)

Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x Luka/Adrien/Kagami/Marinette (Miraculous Ladybug) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Wonder Woman/Superman/Batman (DC Comics) x Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos (Hades) Winners: Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos

Dekubowl (My Hero Academia) x Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) Winners: Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters

Bocchi/Nijika/Ryo/Kita (Bocchi the Rock) x Tsukasa/Emu/Nene/Rui (Project Sekai) Winners: Tsukasa/Emu/Nene/Rui

Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta (Castlevania) x Heizou/Kazuha/Scaramouche (Genshin Impact) Winners: Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta

Rachel/Chloe/Max (Life is Strange) x Quanxi/Tsugihagi/Pingtsi/Long/Cosmo (Chainsaw Man) Winners: Rachel/Chloe/Max

McCoy/Spock/Kirk (Star Trek) x Frodo/Sam/Rosie (Lord of the Rings) Winners: McCoy/Spock/Kirk

Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn (Tangled Series) x Vivi/Lewis/Arthur (Mystery Skulls Animated) Winners: Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn

Aizo/Yujiro/Hiyori (HoneyWorks) x Panchito/Donald/José (The Three Caballeros) Winners: Panchito/Donald/José

Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow (She-Ra and The Princesses of Power) x Amethyst/Peridot/Lapis (Steven Universe) Winners: Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow

Bucky/Steve/Peggy/Angie (Marvel) x Hunter/Willow/Luz/Amity (The Owl House) Winners: Hunter/Willow/Luz/Amity

Round 2 (finished)

Tulio/Miguel/Chel (Road to El Dorado) x Cosmo/Kathy/Don (Singing in the Rain) Winners: Tulio/Miguel/Chel

Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) x Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

The Doctor/Rose/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) x McCoy/Spock/Kirk (Star Trek) Winners: The Doctor/Rose/Jack Harkness

Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) x Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum (Penumbra Podcast) Winners: Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum

Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) x Sweet/Cap’n/K_K (Deltarune) Tie!! Both move on!

Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar: TLA) x Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos (Hades) Winners: Suki/Sokka/Zuko

Fred/Dephne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x All 1008 Pokémon (Pokémon) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) x Tsukasa/Emu/Nene/Rui (Project Sekai) Winners: Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters

Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta (Castlevania) x Panchito/Donald/José (The Three Caballeros) Winners: Panchito/Donald/José

Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn (Tangled Series) x Rachel/Chloe/Max (Life is Strange) Winners: Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn

Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow (She-Ra and The Princesses of Power) x Hunter/Willow/Luz/Amity (The Owl House) Winners: Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow

Round 3 (finished)

Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn (Tangled the Series) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

The Doctor/Rose/Jack (Doctor Who) x Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow (She Ra) x Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar: TLA) Winners: Suki/Sokka/Zuko

Panchito/Donald/José (The Three Caballeros) x Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) Winners: Panchito/Donald/José

Sweet/Cap’n/K_K (Deltarune) x Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) Winners: Sweet/Cap'n/K_K

Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters (Jojo) x Tulio/Miguel/Cher (Road to El Dorado) Winners: Tulio/Miguel/Cher

Revival

Round 1 (finished)

Poll 1 Winners: The Doctor/Jack/Rose

Poll 2 Winners: Sasha/Anne/Marcy

Poll 3 Winners: Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier

Poll 4 Winners: Yoo/Han/Kim

Round 2 (finshed)

Yoo Joonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) x The Doctor/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) x Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) x Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier (The Witcher) Winners: Yoo/Han/Kim (ORV) and Doctor/Jack/Rose (DW)

Round 4 - Quarterfinals (finished)

Tulio/Miguel/Cher (Road to El Dorado) x Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)  Winners: Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja

Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x The Doctor/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Sweet/Cap'n/Cakes (Deltarune) x Panchito/Donald/José (Three Caballeros) Winners: Sweet/Cap'n/K_K

Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) x Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Round 5 - Semifinals (finished)

Sweet/Cap'n/K_K (Deltarune) x Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) Winners: Yoo/Han/Kim

Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) x Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Round 6 (March 8th 2pm EST)

Finals!

Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) x Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Third place!

Sweet/Cap'n/K_K (Deltarune) x Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Congratulations Hardison/Parker/Eliot for the win!!!!

[diurnostarfizz]

Para altamar! arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

les veo- las pequeñas manchitas por sus brazos y piernas era porque queria intentar dar la apariencia de que sus manos son rusgosas, algunas son manchas y una o dos heridas porque me gusta imaginar que sailor entreno con el ancla para poder ser considerado parte de los meta-knights oficialmente.

lo que esta en su palma de la mano al lado del pelo y en sus piernas, esas si que son heridas, pero mayoritariamente curadas.

sailor tambien tiene mascara pero no la suele llevar y es de cara completa.

le gusta mucho la halberd- y odia a kirby por destruirla tantas veces (es costoso repararla), y aparte de lo que mencione, tambien aprendio a atacar con ancla para poder ir a pegarle tremenda paliza al kirby

me gusta ponerle a los waddle dees marcas y maquillaje en la carita, aunque mas o menos solo son los que tipo, pertenecen a facciones- no se como explicar pero las de sailor la parte blanca es como la mascara de meta, las lineas azules pos al mar, y las del cuello como branquias de peces.

y si, su coleta esta basada en un cangrejo, y quiero hacer que su mascara tambien lo este.

los pantalones es porque me puse a ver uniformes marinos y tienen pantalones blancos pero a la vez queria falda y no me pude decidir asi que BOOM! los dos. las botas son como las de agua- se me olvidan los nombres de las cosas- botas de lluvia, botas impermeables, saben de lo que estoy hablando.

este es un intento de estilo mas simplificado (que queria para animaciones sobretodo), aunque tiene la textura de papel y sombras porque no le queria dejar al pobre de sailor sin sombras ni nada

momento mas headcanon pa sailor- (me robe un poco de lore de las novelas de kirby)

-viene de una familia de pescadores y marineros

-le gusta mucho las aventuras y el mar

-no le gusta el capitan vul por haber abandonado la halberd el primero- segun sailor "Un capitan se hunde con su barco" y tambien porque vul es tremendo hijo de pu-

-habla como pirata a veces

-le gusta el tridente de trident knight

-a veces imita a mace knight cuando usa su ancla

-se lleva el mejor con axe knight

-solia ser parte de los waddle dees de dedede, pero no encajaba y se le daba de mierda asi que despedido- vio la halberd en el cielo e inmediatamente fue a por ello- y acabo con los meta knights (mas o menos se me da de mierda esplicar lo dije 50 veces ya deberian saber que no se hablar o escribir en este caso)

-le quiere pegar tremenda hostia a vul

-matar vul.

-suele apostar con bandee

-quiere pescar al bling blipper (el pez dorado gordito de tierra olvidada)

y no se adieu

[neuroprincess]

Law & Order: SVU - You meet again (Preferences)

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: Alex Cabot, Casey Novak, Liz Donnelly, Olivia Benson and Rita Calhoun

Warnings: None

Word count: +900

Alex Cabot

- It's been 18 years since you saw each other in person, during your teenage years you kept sporadic contact through letters and phone calls. You felt proud of her every step, supporting her in all the courses, internships, sleepless nights studying, but two months before high school graduation the blonde cut ties abruptly, there were many unanswered phone calls and letters that returned or were never answered. This didn't stop you, years later, from sending one last letter to congratulate her when you heard that Alex had graduated in Harvard, her dream since you were kids. In the meantime you went on with your life, graduated, bought a house in Texas and got married at 30, divorced at 32, the dream house was sold and you started your own business in NY, a coffee shop in a good spot. Weeks after opening a group of detectives walked in and you immediately recognized a blonde head accompanying them. Much taller than you remember, wearing a feminine suit that fit her body well, eyebrows coming together in a thoughtful expression that you know well. She took a moment to choose something in the display case, and when she looked up, she was in shock. Your name escaped through her lips in a whisper.

Casey Novak

- A simple softball game got you three days off work, a mild concussion and a pretty purple eye. The ADA visited you every day since the event, on the day you returned to work the veteran detectives made a few unfunny jokes about you being able to handle big men but getting knocked down by a ball, giving you slaps on the back in consolation for the attempt. At lunchtime you received a bouquet of yellow roses, a box of Swiss chocolate and a handwritten apology card inviting you to dinner to make up for the hospital trip. You had exchanged phone numbers at the hospital, so making the appointment was easy, finding a space in your professional calendar was not, and after two weeks you met at a restaurant a few blocks from your apartment.

Liz Donnelly

- As you work together you frequently bump into each other in the hallways, there are always cordial greetings and brief conversations about the case you are working on, but nothing beyond that. Two months go by quickly, you seem to have fallen in everyone's favor and perform your tasks with competence, making Alex proud and excited to celebrate your work, especially for being your first formal job in the law area, you meet after work in a chic Manhattan bar, not far from the office. About 15 minutes later another blonde joins you, dressed more casually than usual, a smile painting her lips as she walks toward you after meeting you by happenstance. "Well well well, Cabot and her ward, so what are we celebrating? I'll pay for the drinks."

Olivia Benson

- The same night of the misunderstanding the Captain sends you a message apologizing for the situation in front of your house. You talked for a few more minutes and she thanks you for always being the one with Noah on the occasions she can't, in the end you agree to let the kids meet on a weekend after their punishment. For your children it was long, but just two weeks forbidden to go out play after school and video games. Evelyn was anxious, running around the house to make sure everything is ready for Noah's arrival, initially you had arranged with the Bensons to meet at the park but the rainy weather made you change your plans, finally deciding on a day of board games. Catan, El Dorado, Detective, Monopoly, even Jenga and Twister, there is a table full of snacks and treats, a wine is kept in the back of the cupboard in case Olivia enjoys it, you don't know what they like so you buy everything. At the appointed hour the doorbell rings and you find mother and son as excited as you are. It would be a fun day.

Rita Calhoun

- She didn't show up for weeks, every Tuesday you drove customers to other tables to reserve that special one in the hope that Rita would show up, which didn't happen. After the fourth Tuesday in a row you gave up. The new manager didn't harass you anymore, while he didn't make things easy at work, denying you overtime and events that usually pay a little more, after all, the generous tip from those rich people is what pays your bills. You chose to resign when you realized that there was no advantage or anything that bound you there, the emergency fund lasted long enough until you got another job, this time in an Italian restaurant, not as fancy as your previous job but much more welcoming. Monday is usually a slow day, you found out after two months as a waitress, so you are alone with the chef, working overtime late at night when she enters the homely environment, looking out of place in her expensive suit and high heels worth a rent. "Miss Calhoun?" you whisper, an involuntary smile on your lips. "I told you to call me Rita, sweetie." she sits up and signals for you to come closer. "What are you doing here? Forgive me, but this restaurant… it's not up to your level, it's not fancy." deep down you wait for the answer that comes next, not being able to think of any other explanation for her being on the other side of the city alone on a week day. "I came after the service of my favorite waitress."

[spitefulwriters]

JJ Maybank x Kiara Carrera (1.4K) JJ and Kiara living their next life (or, snapshots after El Dorado, a series)

They hadn’t talked about anything that happened at Kitty Hawk. It wasn’t like him and Kiara to say the things anyway. But then again, it was.

Apologies through glassy eyes and shiny smiles. Hands sliding to faces and shoulders, whispered words of wanting. Words he was finally ready to hear, words he could finally say back. 

They hadn’t said it again though, not in the light of day. JJ thinks he could right now, gazing at sunset streaking through curls of bronze and gold. Kiara’s knees drawn up, palms dug in the sand as she leans back and stares at the ocean with a smile, despite the crashing tides they both know are ahead.

She edges closer like she heard it in the silence, sand dusting over their hands as she covers his with hers. She’s always beat for beat with him, often a beat ahead of him. Even when they were just gangly limbs and unruly hair racing on the playground, when they were the last two left to burn down a joint. When he’d hurled beer cans and insults and she said, I love you. 

She floats a grin his way, lays her head on his shoulder. And it’s something, he thinks. Something to tell him it was all real. That she’d pressed her lips to his, that he’d sighed into her hair. That those words were whispered in the woods.

But then, everything else was real too. It all happened – all of it – and nothing’s quite the same now. Tattered loose ends and darkened corners. Lurking ghosts and faceless fathers, bruised arms and locked cabins. No matter the glittering gold that followed them from El Dorado. 

It’s only been a couple weeks, deep wounds and open cuts. Some that festered, that had been there all along. And some torn open, brand new. Some in a good way. 

“You gettin’ in?”

JJ shrugs, rests his head on top of hers. “Only if you are.”

They might as well still be on the far edge of that playground, wordlessly finding a space in the sand as the rest of the Pogues bob up and down in white capped waves. It feels the same for a moment, John B’s wild laughter lifting through the breeze, Sarah’s shriek as she falls off his shoulders. Cleo with arms outstretched, challenging the massive wave rolling through, Pope right by her side with a grin. It’s hard to feel like they’ve lost when it feels like this too.  

They’d found stolen moments like these, legs pressed together on the plane back to the Banks, hands tangled under the table, lips brushing in the hallway. 

It isn’t as if the other Pogues don’t know something’s going on, probably had known for a while now. But JJ doesn’t mind it, having something just for them. He so rarely has anything for himself. 

“John B seems a little better. Sarah too,” Kiara says absently to the wind, like she’s seeing what he’s seeing. The light scattering across the water, even with the dark depths below.

Her eyes flit to the sand, watching the bubbly water edge at their feet. She stares at their reflection and he sees it. The one who’s not really any better. 

It cracks him open in places he thought he’d gone numb, parents deceiving, disappointing, disappearing. But this isn’t him now, this is Kiara. He can’t afford to fall apart – never could, did it anyway – and he slips his hand from hers only to pull her closer with an arm around her shoulders.  

“It’ll all work out.” He couldn’t believe it the last time he heard those words, abandoned and fatherless on a dock – no it’s not…but maybe in the next life. Well, the next life’s here now, and he has to believe it for them.

It’s how she looks at him that terrifies him. Like she believes him too. 

He kisses her, just ‘cause he can, ‘cause he’s spent half his life wanting to. Because he wants to get better at this whole in the daylight thing. Even if kissing it better isn’t the answer. Or maybe it’s exactly the answer they need. 

The Pogues are all but blurs in the distance, but someone focuses in on them anyhow, a wolf whistle echoing across the water. 

Kiara chuckles against his lips, whispers, “I think the jig is up.”

“Whaddya mean,” he murmurs between kisses. “They totally buy we’re friends.”

“Sure.” She laughs, rifling a hand through his hair. “Friends kiss sometimes.”

“Friends totally kiss,” he quips, “just ask JB or Pope.”

“Hey, now–” She shoves at his shoulder, but he catches her arm, drawing her to his chest with a laugh.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he breathes out, whispers in her hair as he tightens his arms around her, “C’mere. 

She sighs, saltwater hair tickling his cheek as she buries her face in his neck. “You’re not my friend, y’know.”

“Damn, Kie. Only known ya since grade school and all.” 

She pulls back to meet his eyes, a smile quirking on her lips. “I mean you are, of course. But you’re just…” Running a thumb over his cheekbone, she tucks a lock of blond behind his ear. “Y’know?

He hums. Nods. Thinks about how it’s been that way for a long time now, at least for him. “Yeah. You too.”

*

Kiara wasn’t really one to mess with ghosts. Spirits were meant to stay where they belonged. Invisible, hidden. 

Kiara. I need to know you’re okay.

It wasn’t the first message, and it wouldn’t be the last. No hiding from this one. Proof of life, it’s what her mom wants. Probably wants much more but knows better than to ask. 

Sunlight muddles through the kitchen at Sarah’s condo, the condo that they’d said was temporary. Haunted by those ghosts that should remain invisible, stay buried in South America instead of living in vaulted ceilings and subway tile. She knows she and JJ feel the same way, but she doesn’t know if that means they’ll be on their own. They haven’t gotten that far, and yet, she’s gone a lot further with him than anyone else. Thinks, maybe he has too with her, in a way. 

You too, he’d said. And it’s all she needs. JJ, when he’s all tangled bed head, dragging into the kitchen. When he’s gnawing the crust off his toast, crumbles speckling beneath him. When he swoops to the fridge to get a drink, presses his hand to the small of her back. Brushes his face against her hair, if just for a moment. 

It’s the way her back warms from his touch, the way her hair flutters from his sigh. How she wants to hold him and touch him and kiss him, how she knows this hollow feeling won’t be there forever. Proof of life.

She’s known this feeling before, this loneliness. And JJ was there, even when he wasn’t. Maybe it was the same thing that year at the Kook academy that it is now, just the thought of him that sparks her to life. 

It happens sometimes, maybe because she’s seen him unconscious more times than she’d like. An uncontrollable urge to watch him breathe or hold a palm to the thrumming in his chest. Feel his warmth and his life. Sometimes in odd hours of the night, sometimes in the middle of breakfast. She thought she’d made it so she didn’t need anyone. 

“God, I love the burned pieces,” he mumbles through a mouthful of toast, pouring his juice. He’s barely put the drained glass down when she’s got her hand on his cheek, crowding his space. He’s caught off guard, but he’s quick. Snakes an arm across her back, fists her curls in his hand. When his lips find hers, she reminds herself that whatever they have, whatever they are, it’s hers. She chose it, when her world had been nothing but pre-made plans.

He looks at her like he does, and she thinks about that lonely year again, when she thought she’d never get this look back. Thought they’d had their last night in the hammock together, buzzed and flushed and clumsily pressed together. How he never left her, even when they weren’t talking, when she was sure he hated her. 

She doesn’t owe her parents. She doesn’t hate them either, hate isn’t the word. Later, her thumbs hover over her phone’s keyboard, mentally listing off her lasts with them. 

I’m okay, is what she types, finally. It’s partially true. 

-Reese (SW#2)