#esperes

[leregirenga]

Hoy tampoco vendrá.

Ella lo sabe, solo se hace la triste ilusión de que quizás el aparezca en la.puerta de su casa y pueda darle de nuevo vida a sus sueños.

La esperanza la mantiene alerta, la fe inquebrantable, pero sus lágrimas la despiertan a la dolorosa realidad y se da cuenta que esperar es en vano.

No hay mensajes, no hay mañanas, ni llamadas, menos visitas sorpresas.

Para ninguno de los dos hay algún resquicio de esperanza.

Leregi Renga

[lainutilidaddelapoesia]

"Nada esperes…" - María Negroni (de "Exilium" 2016)

[oknews]

Puigdemont aprovecha el abucheo a Salvador Illa en el Concurso de Castells de Tarragona: "No esperes aplausos del pueblo si no conoces la Cataluña real"

Carles Puigdemont ha aprovechado los silbidos a Salvador Illa, esta mañana en el Concurso de Castells de Tarragona, para reprocharle que no conoce la "Cataluña real". El presidente de la Generaliat ha acudido a la Tarraco Arena Plaça acompañado por el alcalde de la ciudad, el socialista Rubén Viñuales (ex concejal de Ciudadanos) y ha sido recibido con silbidos y gritos de "independencia" por…

[esperparty]

[sevinite]

a modern witch and their familiar

[smallnico]

"allegedly."

comic about wyll and the justice trial in the wyrmway! he's trying so hard. it's a trial about appropriately punishing a thief and i accidentally stacked the party with the three worst stealers (with esper being the absolute fucking worst of them, they literally ransacked the flaming fist armoury on the way here). frankly, stealing is the least of the crimes of the dubiously-redeemed torture enthusiast brigade over here, and it's definitely not the only reason they're evading justice, but it is the funniest one to receive a terrible death sentence for from the team's resident magistrate.

also i wanted an excuse to draw wyll's beautiful face. i think i finally got his horns down!!!

[hawnks]

Takami Keigo doesn't want to see you.

Of course, he's too well trained to say it in so many words, but when he 'forgets' his session this afternoon, you get the message.

Unfortunately for him, you're stubborn. You show up at his apartment in the dormitories, ring his bell until your fingers numb.

Only then does he crack open the door, just enough for you to catch his forbidding smile, a caustic gleam to his eyes. "What can I help you with, this fine evening?"

"You missed our appointment," you say pleasantly. "This is the third time."

"Oh, must have just slipped my mind," he says with a dismissive little wave. "I'll catch you next time."

The door slams in your face.

Being so curtly dismissed by a top ranking officer should probably send you into a panic, but the stats you pulled up for him after his no-show are even more concerning. This is quickly turning into an emergency, and unfortunately it's your job on the line if he succumbs to corruption.

Who would blame the second most powerful Sentinel alive, when there's a feckless guide as a scapegoat.

"I'm going to ring the bell again," you say, loudly.

After a moment of silence, you think he must not have heard you.

Then the door swings open. "Fine," he snaps.

You follow him to the living room, watch as he drops himself on the couch with a sigh, eyes squeezed shut.

You'd never known guiding to be this much of a chore for Sentinels. Most of your roster is rather clingy and covetous of your time. None of them has ever been late to an appointment with you.

"Well?" he prods. "Get on with it."

You hesitate. The tension he seems to be holding will make this a lot more difficult, strenuous for you both. "Do you maybe want to talk for a bit? Or I could put on some white noise."

He opens his eyes just enough to give you a cutting look. "No."

You surrender with a sigh, coming to sit next to him on the couch. Every Sentinel prefers contact a different way; some want you to hug them, pet their hair, a few have even asked you to kiss them, fuck them, though you've never fulfilled that type of request, your boundaries in this job too firm for it.

You want to ask him what would make this easier for him, but you're sure waiting any longer will only set him off. So, delicately, you take his hand.

The first draw is always the hardest, the corrupt energy being nullified by your own. Some outside force reaching in, invasive despite the relief.

Takami flinches.

You go slower, a soft steady ebb, pulling the poison from him in silken thread.

His hand relaxes in yours.

You reach deeper, welcoming the full flood between you, warmth and light suffusing you both. And it feels how it's supposed to -- natural.

When your watch chimes, signaling the sessions end, Takami blinks out of his stupor. He'd melted during the thirty minutes you worked on him, body curled toward yours, face falling onto your shoulder.

He pulls away swiftly, shocked by his own willingness to lean on you.

You rise, marking off the details of your appointment on your tablet. "I can come back tomorrow, to finish up. You haven't been guided in a long time, so I couldn't get it all in one session. Does 2pm work for you?"

He's not prepared for the question. "Um. Yeah?"

You mark that down as well, then see yourself out.

It takes three more sessions for you to fully clear the corrupted energy from his body. In his haze he admits to you the reason he's so standoffish to Guides, why he dodges his sessions with such fervor.

"It's never felt good. Always felt like I'm being held down, trapped. Made me feel antsy, nervous." He buries his face against your throat, inhaling deeply. You'd started off just holding his hand again, but now he hugs your entire arm against his chest, your fingers twined. "It's not like that with you."

"I'm glad, Mr. Takami," you return. "Please don't ignore my emails from now on."

As you make your notes, you ask him his availability for next month.

He blinks at you. "You're not coming back tomorrow?"

You check your calendar. You'd had to push back several of your regular appointments to make room for the past few days. "I'm booked solid for the next two weeks, at least."

You glance at him, taking in his appearance, his general well being. You reach a hand out to cup his cheek, urging him to meet your eyes. He startles, first, before leaning into your touch.

"You seem fine," you decide, pulling away, already heading for the door. "I'll contact you later about our next session."

He trails after you, linger at the precipice as you take the elevator back down to your floor.

...

He never ignores you emails, after that.

In fact, he sends many of his own. He gets your phone number, somehow. Some days he shows up with coffee, or snacks, sits with you on the couch while you eat.

He's always touching you during those times, brushing hair behind your ears or straightening your shirt collar. Mostly he just holds your hand, playing with your fingers or clutching it in his own lap.

You don't guide him during any of these impromptu visits, too weary from the rest of your overfull schedule -- but you've heard of this type of attachment from other Guides.

Sentinels tend to imprint on guides they have a decent connection with. Part survival instinct, part status seeking. A Sentinel without a guide is doomed. A Sentinel with a high match-rate is likely to be stronger than their peers.

But that's the thing about un-bonded Sentinels, they're always on the lookout for a better Guide, their perfect mate.

Takami is overly attached to you now, but it will pass.

...

Or so you thought.

You're sent out into the aftermath of a battle that rocks the city. Dozens of Sentinels pushed themselves to the breaking point, on the brink of corruption, about to turn into the very monsters they fight to suppress.

You spot Takami in the midst of the wreckage. Exhausted, but giving you a shakey smile when your eyes meet. He limps toward you, so glad to see you, so ready for the safety and warmth of your arms--

Someone calls your name. Urgent, an emergency. Another Sentinel with no one to take care of them.

You turn away from Takami, and you go.

He'd fought hard, but his body has grown used to the abuse over the years. He's in bad shape, but it's not life-threatening like some of the others you help today.

It's hours before you can see him.

Slumped on a curb, hands folded neatly in his lap. Like he's been waiting so patiently for you this whole time.

You come to your knees before him, letting him take your hands, draw you closer. "Why didn't you go to another Guide?"

Surely he could have found someone else, despite the chaos of the scene. If not you, one of the high ranking Guides, slotted exclusively for S-rank Sentinels.

He looks at you, trembling, confused. "I don't want another Guide."

When he asks if you'll hold him, you do. You take him in your arms, let his weight settle on you. Feel his warmth all around you, his breath against your shoulder.

"And I don't want you to guide anyone else," he murmurs.

You stroke his nape. "I know. I'm sorry. You'll find your Guide soon enough, and then you can have each other all to yourselves."

His grip tightens. He braces you against him -- instead of a heady tightness, you're constricted.

"I already found my Guide," he whispers into your throat.

Then he bites.

[nathalievllg]

reigen arataka being an emergency contact for 4 children at 3 different schools

[esper-eclipse]

Spirits and such field trip to a Cat Cafe! Plus ones are allowed.

[doctorsiren]

doing a board with @cupofchemicalchatter (he drew the absolutely adorable little mob 🥺) and we may have gotten too silly (i did all the doodles while he rendered haha)

[almondpiglet]

needed to draw something this year for tomes bday...really wanted to draw her highschool friends

[leregirenga]

No esperes a que alguien te lleve a casa. No esperes a que alguien te invite a salir. Ve sola. Conoce gente. Mira esa película que te interesa. Prueba ese restaurante. Visita una ciudad que te intriga. o redescubre la tuya caminando. Fotografiala como si nunca la hubieras visto. No esperes a que alguien llegue a salvarte. Porque puede que nadie venga. ¿Sabes? Casi nunca pasa. Tienes que salvarte. Tienes que quererte. Tienes que mirarte desde afuera y preguntarte: ¿Qué haría yo por mí si fuera alguien que me ama?" Y hacerlo. Hacer oír tu voz. Aprender a pedir ayuda. Aprender a decir lo que está mal. Enfadarte también. Y sobre todo, aprender a ser tontamente feliz sin razón. Conoces esa felicidad idiota, inoxidable, esa especie de escudo brillante y estúpido en lo que todo rebota, que nos sale cuando estamos enamorados? Aquí tienes. No esperes a que alguien venga a dártelo. No tiene que dártelo. Es tuyo, Tú lo creas. Aprende cómo. Y hazte esta magia cada vez que la necesites." Catherine Black

[tampire]

Zeromus condemns the Judge Magisters

[viviraptor-art]

(ooo-wee-ooo) this is just like battle city

bonus:

[esperparty]

[hibiishere]

A mother always knows 🥰