#holaaa o/

[hjinoh]

su interés por seguir buscando sentimentales recuerdos de progenitor en aquel lugar era nulo, casi culpándose por siquiera haber encontrado un solo block de notas, y haber dejado que su curiosidad sacara lo peor de él. intenciones de buscarse una litera o un lugar donde pasar la noche lo llevan por el pasillo, pasos que delatan su presencia frente a otro de los desafortunados que están en ese sitio. "no busco toallas," responde con un gesto breve de su mano, restando importancia a cabello aún un poco húmedo o a la incomodidad que ropa húmeda trae consigo. su mirada va hacia la caja mencionada, acercándose para ver si podía encontrar algo que le gustara (exigencias ridículas, considerando dónde estaba) o que se pudiera poner. desiste después de un par de segundos, pregunta que le devuelve a prestar atención a contrario. "vi uno de esos enormes, con pantallas redondas, pero no sé si aún sirva... ya sabes, las que tienen el reproductor unido en la parte de abajo," admite, pronto su vista desviándose a aquel cassette en manos ajenas. "tiene años que no veía uno de esos... ¿es una película o algo más?"

al hurgar entre los artículos del almacén dio con un par de cosas curiosas. lo que más llamó su atención: con cassette de grabación que, según la etiqueta, pintaba de algún verano. dos décadas atrás. al escuchar unos pasos a sus espalda, giró la cabeza por encima del hombro. ' aquí no hay toalla... ' informó asumiendo que quizá a eso había ido aquella persona. ' pero hay unas cajas con ropa limpia por allá. ' luego de levantarse y girar el artículo negro entre sus dedos, se animó a indagar: ' ¿de casualidad has visto algún televisor? y un lector se cintas... '

[leearen]

"¿Estás bien? ¿Te alcanzó esa rata?"

Quita con rapidez la mano del agujero desde donde procedían un grupo de roedores, un par le han clavado sus garras (¿o dientes?) en la piel. En vez de detenerse, sin embargo, atrapa a una que escapa con velocidad, sosteniéndole en alto desde la cola. "Quiero incinerarlas." comenta con fastidio, ignorando las marcas en su mano.

para @thearchiier ; @clisov

[xie-solarin]

Vi esto en face y de inmediato pensé en tí jsjsjs

VROOOM VROOOM

AMISTAD!!! COMO TE HE EXTRAÑADO!!! perdón por no contestar antes, tqm en serio 💕 Espero estés mejor que ayer pero peor que mañana y sigas mejorando todos los días. Me kevantaste el ánimo con esto y te tengo que agradecer por eso. Muchas gracias y espero tengas una bonita noche. Mi cumple fue el 27 btw sdhkjsdhkjsh gracias por las felicitaciones

[dalberadiata]

holaaa, estoy enamorada de tu artee, eres mega talentosa, una duda si no es mucha molestia, usas lineart en tus obras, en especial las de los Targaryen, o solo haces rendering?

Hola

Muchas gracias <3

No uso lineart, lo que hago es dibujar un poco del volumen para guiarme al colorear

[ryvnk]

"suena a que lo estás disfrutando~" nota, discreto sarcasmo tiñendo su voz mientras andar se detiene y su mirada se centra en facciones vagamente conocidas. lo había visto en el ritual, allí donde su clan habían sido anfitriones. también buscando alguna pista que lo lleve a siguiente paso, desconfía de palabras masculinas. "luces muy tranquilo como para que tu suerte haya sido tan buena," comenta con neutralidad, manos a la espalda y observando a contrario. "¿no había supuestas pistas que seguir?" porque él, con los tres que había encontrado hasta ese momento, no había podido sacar conclusiones.

no entendía el punto de tan absurda actividad, ¿en qué momento ciudad japonesa se convirtió en jardín de juegos? " al menos los gashapones han valido la pena. " pensamiento se vocifera cuando pretende tomar asiento fuera de algún restaurante, debe recuperar el aliento antes de cualquiera que sea lo siguiente.

[jamp15]

No se si eres de México (xd) pero saludos desde México!!!! ,siempre me imagino a mycheal como un dios azteca asique....🦝🪓 dibujalo ! o mato al mapache (pdt :amo tus dibujos!!)

(Haganle fanfic al Mychael azteca 🗣)

Holaaa! :].Respondiendo a tu pregunta no, no soy de México pero me encanta ese país 💗 Soy de Argentina, a veces se confunden porque no hablo mucho con mi acento Jaja😭

(Make fanfic for Aztec Mychael 🗣)

Hellooo! :].In answer to your question, no, I'm not from Mexico but I love that country 💗 I'm from Argentina, sometimes they get confused because I don't speak much with my accent Haha😭

[olee]

holaaa podrías hacer un type of boyfriend de Blas porfii🙏🏼

El Introvertido | Blas Polidori

¿Cómo sería salir con Blas?

Corto y Sencillo

Personalidad

- Blas es un amor tierno y humilde que irradia inocencia. Aunque su timidez a veces es extrema, una vez que le tienes confianza, te colma de cariñitos, tanto verbales como no verbales.

- Recostada junto a Blas, disfruta de sus dulces melodías en la guitarra dedicadas a Adela.

- Blas adora explorar la costa, tomándote de la mano para correr sin parar.

- Juntos, Blas y tú exploran París mientras él se dedica a audiciones para una agencia de modelos. Entre risas, le llamas "sexy-cutie" y él se sonroja, añadiendo un toque divertido y juguetón.

- Blas, apasionado por los coffee shops, encuentra siempre un rincón acogedor en las calles de Madrid.

- Blas, re pillo, siempre te trae regalitos al departamento, tirando: "El regalito de hoy: una galletita de jengibre y un cactus chiquitito".

- Compartiendo la pasión por las películas de Tim Burton, tú sabes en tu interior que Blas es prácticamente un personaje salido de Burton.

- Blas, tierno como un peluche, adora abrazarte y llenarte de besitos por todos lados.

Boyfriend Material

- Blas, aficionado a la comodidad, es como un oso perezoso en casa. Disfruta de largas siestas y de momentos relajados. Su ritual de té de manzanilla con limón y jengibre le suma calidez a esos días tranquilos. Amante de la música, desde tropical hasta flamenco y rock argentino, pero especialmente cautivado por los acordes de Daniel Caesar. Aunque se duerme rápido y en silencio, su amor por abrazarte crea un ambiente acogedor y lleno de afecto.

- En las mañanas, Blas despierta con suavidad y te llena de besitos cálidos. Siempre madrugador, prepara café con cariño, inundando el comienzo del día con gestos dulces.

- Cuando Blas sale del trabajo, su estilo destaca como el de un chico vintage street o hip hop con toques únicos. Con prendas de marcas, regalos de su carrera de modelo como Prada, su presencia irradia un aire de moda y autenticidad, mostrando su personalidad distintiva.

- Blas prefiere la tranquilidad de casa, compartiendo momentos contigo. Desde ver películas hasta leer un libro, cantarle a Adela y tocar la guitarra en el sofá o en el balcón.

- Aunque Blas viaja a París por trabajo, siempre se mantiene conectado contigo a través de FaceTime. Sus regalos son detalles encantadores, desde pulseras con la Torre Eiffel hasta piezas únicas como una sortija hecha con cuchara y artesanías, llevando consigo la esencia de cada lugar y compartiendo esos momentos especiales contigo.

Artistas que pegan con Blas

Pescado Rabioso

Nirvana

Daniel Caesar

Gustavo Cerati

Maná

Los Enanitos Verdes

TV Girl

The Marias

Jungle

Radiohead

Deftones

[hjinoh]

"opino lo mismo," busca reafirmar, cerrando el cuaderno cuando se da por satisfecho, dejándolo en superficie más cercana, donde seguro lo olvidará. "¿hm?" grandes orbes se fijan en contrario, pregunta que le hace encogerse de hombros. "como todos, ¿no? me corté la mano saliendo del bar, mi ropa está mojada..." enumera sin prisa, desviando su mirada hacia su mano a medio cerrar, donde siente la superficial herida molestar su palma. "¿no estaban dando toallas en algún lado? deberíamos buscar un par," ofrece, recordando vagamente haberlo escuchado de alguien, una sugerencia que claramente no siguió. "¿sabes? a veces me da la impresión que hacen estas cosas a propósito, que nos están poniendo a prueba," a prueba, ¿de qué? no tiene idea, pero en ese momento, con la mente embriagada, le parece una buena idea. "aún no quiero arriesgarme a agarrar tétanos, no... ¿deberíamos buscar dónde dormir?"

alza su mirada hasta donde contrario le indica, se queda mirándola por un breve momento para luego volver atención a rostro masculino. ' opino lo mismo, su pulso era malísimo. ' se ríe un poco ante comentario contrario y lo mira de reojo. ' ¿estás bien? ' pregunta con genuino interés, lo notaba algo ¿incomodo? o quizá era él mismo reflejándose en los demás. ' está helado aquí. ' ropa húmeda no le ayudaba a calentarse por lo que opta en frotar sus manos contra sus brazos y así obtener un poco de calor. ' lo único que quiero es que nos dejen salir de aquí. ' muerde la esquina de su labio inferior. ' todavía no las he probado ¿tú tampoco? ' alza su ceja.

[imgigglesita]

Fruk-Tober 2024 🇫🇷🎃🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

(〃´ω`〃)

HIII, THE FRUK-TOBER IS HERE!I recently had the idea to create this calendar of my favorite ship, so here it is uwu

The theme is simple, you will have to make a drawing (or write a fanfic) related to the day, obviously of the ship in question.

Use the hashtag #fruktober2024 so I can see your cute drawings. ♡

And in case you want to make a fanfic, just don't forget to give me the credits of the calendar.

Enjoy this event! I'll be keeping an eye out for your artworks 😸💗____________________________________________________

(SPA)

HOLAAA, EL FRUK-TOBER YA LLEGÓ!

Hace poco tuve la idea de crear este calendario de mi ship favorito, así que aca está uwu

La temática es simple, tendrán que hacer un dibujo (o escribir un fanfic) relacionado con el día, obviamente del ship en cuestión.

Usen el hashtag #fruktober2024 para que pueda ver tus lindos dibujos. ♡

Y en caso de que quieran hacer un fanfic, solo no olvides darme los créditos del calendario.

Disfruten este evento! Estaré al tanto de todas sus obras de arte 😸💗

[auras-moonstone]

Holaaa me emocione bastante con saber q eres de argentina (yo no soy de argentina soy de Mexico) pero esta cool saber q también hablas español lol

llevo rato leyendo tus trabajos y me encanta como escribeees, no se que te parezca la idea de una historia de Ethan como Spiderman tbh es mi head canon favorito y no hay mucha gente que lo escriba ahí una idea no se si sigas aceptando requests o si ya habías escrito algo de Ethan como Spiderman pero me encantaría leer algo así escrito por ti obvi 🤭

(En ingles ofc!)

Perdooon si escribí bastante me emocione jajaja apenas agarre el valor Para dejar un request

hola 🇲🇽 ! perdón por haber tardado tanto en escribir esta request😫 me encantó la idea, hace bastante que quería escribir algo sobre ethan como spiderman <3 espero que te guste❤️🫶🏻

the story of us — ethan landry

word count: 2,693

pairing: spider-man!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: ethan and y/n’s relationship might be ending soon because of the boy’s behaviour and secrets.

based on: the story of us by taylor swift

warnings: mention of blood. a bit of angst.

Y/N SHOULDN’T FEEL SURPRISED FOR HAVING BEEN STOOD UP BY ETHAN, it seemed to be his favourite hobby lately. But when he came up to her with regretful puppy eyes asking for them to meet so he could explain the reason behind his behaviour, she really thought he would keep his word and show up to fix things.

But once again he failed her, and now Y/N was walking back home alone with mascara running down her face and with her chest filled with disappointment and sadness.

Y/N was walking through the dark and unsafe NYC streets, wondering what excuse her boyfriend was going to use this time, when she heard a whimper coming from the creepy unlit alley she was passing by. Her whole body tightened with fear, hands instantly became sweaty, her heart thundered dangerously fast and yet she stopped walking. Then the noise came again, this time more clear—it was a pained curse from a male voice.

The girl couldn’t decide if she was stupid or too brave, but she walked towards the person. Her eyes widened at the scene—there, sitting next to a container, was Spiderman; a bleeding Spiderman.

“Holy hell, are you okay?” she cried, inspecting the wound. “Of course you’re not okay! You’re bleeding a lot! A lot!”

Ethan cursed internally. Of all the people who could have found him, it had to be her. “Thanks for the calming words.” the superhero said between gritted teeth.

“Sorry! I shouldn’t have said that. I was exaggerating, it’s not that bad.” Y/N tried to convince him.

“You’re a horrible liar” his hands were shaking as he tried to put pressure on the wound.

“Okay, let’s get you out of here, the smell is awful.” the girl said, putting one of his—very strong and muscled—arms around her shoulders. “I know you’re in pain, but I need you to use a bit of your strength to help me lift you to your feet. Can you do that?” the masked figure nodded. “Okay, at the count of three.”

Ethan closed his eyes in pain as he let out a cry of agony. He had been walking towards the cafe where Y/N worked when he heard screaming. An old woman and her granddaughter were being robbed and it was his duty to save them. He would’ve made it to his date with Y/N if the thief’s partner hadn’t caught him off guard and sliced his stomach. Time didn’t matter anymore, he couldn’t show up wounded, and he didn’t have the energy to walk so he stayed in that creepy alley where Y/N found him.

“Ouch!” he yelled when the girl carelessly dropped him on her couch as soon as they arrived to her apartment.

“Sorry!” Y/N said guiltily. “My arms hurt.”

“It’s okay. Thank you, I just need to rest here for a few minutes and I’ll be out of your sight.” he panted.

“You can’t leave! I need to clean you up and then you need to eat something.”

“No, it’s okay. Look, just lend me a first-aid kit, I’ll do it myself. Then I’m leaving.” it wasn’t that Ethan was ungrateful for her help, he just didn’t want to be a burden. Also, if she was to see his body, she was going to recognize him instantly. And Ethan was not going to let that happen.

“Hey, you’re always saving our asses, it’s time someone finally takes care of you.” she smiled softly.

“I really appreciate that, seriously. But I’d be more comfortable doing it myself, if you don’t mind.”

“As you wish.” she said in understanding. And as he stitched himself up, Y/N went to the kitchen to prepare something for him to eat.

Ethan watched her from the doorframe. He wanted to close the space so badly, he wanted to wrap his arms around her waist and never let go. They saw each other everyday, but it’s been days since the last time he got to hold her, kiss her, touch her.

Y/N was really pissed at him, and with good reason. Countless were the times he had stood her up and he slowly—and absentmindedly—started to distance himself from her. And a few days ago, Y/N just exploded and they started fighting. Instead of telling her the truth (that he was a superhero and that the NYC streets were more dangerous than he had thought) he told her she was being dramatic and that he needed a bit of space. He regretted it instantly, and wanted to throw up as soon as his eyes caught her hurt expression. He was trying to keep her safe, but he handed everything in the worst way possible and ended up wounding the person that meant the most to him.

“You cooked for me?” he spoke up. Even though she couldn’t see it, she felt the smile on his voice.

“I told you, it’s time someone takes care of you.” she answered. “Is the wound okay? Does it hurt?”

“I’m fine. I’m a big tough boy.” he said in a teasing voice when she finished. “Thank you, Y/N. You saved me.”

“Anytime, Spider-boy. And honestly, you shouldn’t even thank me, you risk your life for us every- wait a minute.” she stopped when she realised something. “How do you know my name?”

Fuck, he cursed internally. He had messed up. “You told me.” he tried to sound confident.

“No, I didn’t. Do we know each other? Do we go to the same college?” Y/N asked curiously.

“I need to go.” he stood up abruptly, and a whimper of pain left his mouth.

“No! I’m sorry, I won’t press the subject.” she said, grabbing his forearms to sit him back on the chair. “I respect you wanting to keep your identity hidden. I won’t ask any more questions, but please stay. You’re still weak, you need to eat something.”

“You already did a lot. Really.”

“I swear to god, stop being stubborn.”

Who was he kidding with the hesitation? Just one look at her doe eyes and he was on his knees. As he ate, Y/N had her back to him so he could take his mask off. She could have turned around at any time and discover that the friendly neighbour hero was her boyfriend, but she never did. She respected his wish of not wanting to show his face, and that made him love her ever more.

“Your omelette was great” he said as he put the plate on the dishwasher. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“Why were you crying?” he asked, even though he knew the answer. Ethan and Y/N weren’t on speaking terms, so maybe by talking to her through his secret identity would give him an insight on how to fix the relationship he tore up.

The sad girl frowned and pressed her lips into a line. She didn’t talk to her friends much about Ethan because she didn’t want to put them in an uncomfortable position, as they were all friends, so she had been keeping her frustrations bottled up. And now there was this trustful kind stranger asking her about it, so she gave in.

“My boyfriend didn’t show up to our date. He has been acting so strange lately. He shows up late, he always has a different excuse and gets all nervous and defensive because he’s obviously lying, but most times he doesn’t even show up. Like today.” the exhaustion and defeat was evident on her tone and it broke his heart. “He was supposed to meet me today, so he could open up and tell me what’s going on in his life, but…”

“He let you down again.” he added in a sad tone. Y/N nodded, tears blurring her eyes. “What are you going to do?”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath “I honestly don’t know. I love him, I really do, but our relationship has become one-sided. I’m trying to save it, but it seems like he doesn’t care anymore.”

Fear crept into his mind. Was that it? Was it their end? Was she going to break up with him the next day? He wouldn’t blame her. Yet, he couldn’t help being selfish—he did not want them to break up.

“Maybe there is something going on in his life… something that he can’t tell you for your own good.” he said, and he knew he sounded stupid.

“What could be so bad that he can’t talk to me about it? We have always been honest with each other. He knows he can tell me anything, he knows that he’ll have my support no matter what. I just want him to talk to me. I don’t know what happened with our relationship, but there’s nothing I can do unless he talks to me.”

“Things are going to get better.” the superhero said, rubbing her arm in a comforting gesture.

Ethan had multiple opportunities to be honest with her, to explain why he had become so distant and yet he held his pride and told her she was exaggerating the whole situation. So, as much as she tried to be positive and believe Spider-man’s words, she was scared the story of them might be ending soon.

ETHAN REACHED THE TABLE WHERE THE GROUP WAS SITTING AT and eyed the two empty spots left. One was next to Chad, who was talking animatedly with Tara and Mindy, and the other one was beside Y/N. His spot had always been the one next to hers, but with their current complications and not knowing exactly in which page they were at, he didn’t know what to do. Seeing the way she was nervously pulling at her clothes and tried to look busy, he ended up choosing the first option.

Even though she was trying hard to avoid looking at him, his presence was overwhelming and it took all of her strength to hold back from peaking a glance at his gorgeous smile and perfect curls. She was dying to know if the situation was killing him as much as it was killing her.

Little did she know the boy was losing his mind. The anguish was too much, so many thoughts were running through his mind. He was dying to let her know what was going on, but he was scared it was going to put her in danger. He would rather have her be angry at him than her getting hurt because of him. The wiser thing would be to let her go, to free her from the chaos that came with being involved with a superhero, but he the selfish part of him couldn’t break things up—Ethan loved her too much to give her up.

He needed to come up with a decision. This contest of who could act like they cared less needed to end and he could not tolerate the loud silence between them anymore. “Do you think we could talk tonight?”

“If you have the decency to show up.” she shrugged.

Her armour was up, and it was understandable. “I will. I’ll meet you at your apartment after Econ?”

“Okay.” Y/N nodded. “I’m serious, Ethan. Show up. This is your last chance.”

“I won’t let you down again, Y/N/N. I promise.”

ETHAN DIDN'T KNOW IF THE AREA WHERE Y/N WORKED IN WAS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS OR IF HE JUST HAD BAD LUCK, but every time he was near, something happened that forced him to step in. Thankfully, this time it was an inexperienced thief he easily managed to bring down but his wound wasn't fully healed yet so he was in a bit of pain after the fight. But the important thing was that he made it to Y/N's house.

The girl was unable to hide her relief when she opened the door, but it soon turned into worry. "Ethan, what the hell happened? You're bleeding!"

The curly-haired boy looked down to find a scarlet stain on his blue polo shirt. The wound on his abdomen must have opened while he was stopping the thief, and he didn't even noticed because of the adrenaline. "Um, it's nothing, I-"

"Sit down." she ordered right before leaving to grab the first-aid kit. When she lifted his shirt up, she frowned.

"What is it?" Ethan asked worriedly.

"Ethan, when did this happen?"

"Um, I was robbed while making my way here." the lie slipped off his tongue in an instant.

"You keep lying to me." she let out a humourless laugh. "This has been stitched before, Ethan."

He sighed, thinking of another excuse. "Okay, fine. It's not new. I fell and landed on something sharp, and it cut my stomach."

"Okay, now I'm not only angry because you lied to me twice in the past sixty seconds, but also because you think I'm stupid."

"I don't think you're stupid."

"If you believe I'd buy that shitty excuse, then yes, I think you think I'm stupid." she spat. "Tell me the truth. Right now, Ethan."

Silence embraced the room. As Y/N worked on the wound, Ethan tried to find the words to explain. "I don't know where to start."

"Let's start by telling me how did you get this."

"A thief did it to me." he said, and ignoring his girlfriend's warning glance, he continued, "but he wasn't robbing me. He was stealing from an old woman and I stepped in. He cut me while I was distracted."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise as they scrutinised his face, trying to spot any sign that told her he was lying. She find none. "You fought them?" she asked in disbelief, and Ethan nodded. "That's... that's really brave. And stupid."

"It's my job." he blurted out, making her look at him in confusion. "Well, it's not a job job, because I don't get paid. Not that I'd do it for money, even though I need it-"

"Eth!" she interrupted him. "I love it when you ramble, you're adorable, but could you please explain?"

"I missed you calling me Eth." he whispered, caressing her right cheek. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too, Eth. But we need to talk. Well, you need to talk. What is going on with you? Why are you so distant? Why do you keep missing our dates? What did you mean by 'It's my job'?"

"I'll tell you, but I need to warn you first. You were in danger before knowing this, but after I tell you... you are going to be an even bigger target. And you can't tell anyone, okay? No one knows, and no one has to know."

"Okay, just spit it out, Ethan."

"I'm Spider-man."

It was as if their surroundings had frozen, and minutes felt like hours. Y/N sat on the couch, dumbfounded, and Ethan's leg bounced as he bit his nails.

Meanwhile, Y/N's brain worked at a fast pace, trying to connect the dots. Now, in hindsight, everything made sense. His bruises, his wounds, why he was always in high alert, why his walls were up, his grades dropping, his tardiness... he became the friendly neighborhood spiderman. The vigilante she had found bleeding the previous night.

"Hey! You used your secret identity to get information out of me, asshole!"

"That's all you have to say?!"

"I mean, no... but I don't really know what to say."

"You're not mad?"

"I don't think so. I really wish you would've told me, could've saved up lots of arguments, but I do understand why you didn't tell me. I'm glad you opened up, tho. I am really tired of missing you and not kissing you."

Ethan laughed. “I love you. I missed you like crazy, and I'm sorry for everything.” he hold her close to his chest and let himself relax for the first time in weeks. “By the way, you need to quit that job. I swear there’s a robbery every five fucking minutes.”

“Have you been following me?” she arched her eyebrow.

“Keeping an eye on you.” he corrected. “I can’t let anything happen to my girl, and like I said, it’s a dangerous area.”

Y/N laughed and kissed his lips tenderly “I love you, my little stalker. Don’t keep secrets from me ever again.”

“Never. I promise. We’re a team.”

[hadaura]

holaaa, podrías hacer users con mia o miu? t lo agradecería mucho :3

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ͟🀢͟ ㅤ ♬ ㅤ𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 ⠀ ᤢ ♥︎⠀⠀ 𓈒⠀𓈒 ⠀ ͟

miucitjas ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ miumiupearl

miugatita ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤmiuhadas

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miutiaras ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤmiubambis

miurabbit ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ miuribboncita

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

🤩🤩

[tharett]

Holaaa o/

El dibujo de los huevos está tomando mucho para terminar, y como recompensa para los que estén esperando, les doy unos bocetos de jjk/blue exorcist 🫂

Perdón otra vez, pero tomará poco más para que termine los siguientes dibujos (mayoría es culpa mía por que cuando ya mero terminaba ya no me gusto y ahora voy a empezar desde cero xdxd)

Pero, hasta entonces, nos miramos! o/

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Hiiiiii o/

The egg drawings are taking a bit longer than I would like, so as a peace offering I offer thou, patient ones, some doodles of Jjk/Blue Exorcist 🫂

Sorry again, for taking too long on the next set of drawings (basically my fault for not liking the current wip and decided to start from zero, haha)

But until then, bye-bye! o/

[aphicidi0]

LIIIIN HOLAAA

Tienes más acerca de Flynn y Louis?? ES Q LOS TKM QUISIERA SABER MUCHO MÁS DE ELLOS

HOLAAA MOSHIIII SOY TU FAN MOSHIIIII

TBH NO TENGO MUCHAS COSAS PLANEADAS SOBRE ELLOS DE MOMENTO... aún estoy decidiendo si sw conocieron en la escuela (que yo creo que si) o si fue a través de otra forma (estaba pensando que quizá a través de Hank, ya que el papá de Louis tmb es parte de la DEA) ,, al principio no eran muy cercanos, van al mismo colegio y tienen los mismos horarios, asi que en un principio nomas llegaban a conversar dentro del horario de clases o en los recreos. después con el tiempo se fueron haciendo más cercanos, y a partir de aproximadamente la temporada 4 de BrBa ya empezarían a ser amigos cercanos, aún no decido si hacerlos pareja durante el tiempo de la serie o si se hicieron pareja tiempo después de Felina (personalmente yo creo que esa es la opción que más sentido tiene pero tampoco hay nada decidido)

tengo otras cosas medias dispersas que las puse en la fichita esa de su ship:

en mi headcanon Flynn es bi y autista 🫡 Louis también es autista, chistosamente no se dieron cuenta hasta que se hicieron amiguitos cercanos y en una conversación X dijeron "oye soy autista" y el otro alli de "wtf yo también" ,, NO SE QUE MÁS AGREGAR 😭 tengo que si o si irles agregando más info (y tbh este tipo de asks me sirven para irlos desarrollando asi que GRACIAS!!!), prometo que lo haré..... en un futuro cercano

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Holaaa! Buenas noches, días, tardes o lo que sea🫰

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❝ no, claro que no. definitivamente no vi el flagrante secuestro de un tiburón de peluche... ❞ responde con tintes divertidos mientras intenta no reír. echa un vistazo hacia el puesto detrás de ella y enseguida vuelve la mirada curiosa hacia juguete en brazos del chico ❝ ¿no crees que habría sido más fácil que jugaras para ganarlo? porque el dueño no tardará en darse cuenta que no está y ¿cuántas personas crees que hay por ahí paseando con tiburones de felpa como ése, hm? ❞

luan estuvo merodeando los puestos de juegos durante varios minutos. se viera por donde se viera, lucía sospechoso. pero todo constaba de una misión supremamente importante para él: cazar un tiburón enorme, de felpa, a escondidas del dueño. sintiéndose triunfante de tenerlo en sus manos y listo para dar paso atrás y escapar, percibió una mirada a sus espaldas. oh. ¿lo habían visto? " puedo explicarlo. " empezó, girándose. " no, espera, mejor dicho... ¡esto no es lo que parece! "