#honestamente like

[thornetabris]

need to know which dev in veilguard was so fucking horny for neve gallus that they animated rook licking their lips after the first almost kiss

[arunneronthird]

para alguien cuyo consumo de DC se limita a dos volúmenes de Supersons y un montón de cómics de Batman y Superman de los 60, que me recomendarías leer?

buenas! antes de nada decir que no llevo mucho tiempo aqui asi que fijo que se me quedan cosas muy buenas por ahi pero ya ire leyendo mas

hace unos dias hice una lista de comics de batman exclusivamente que dejo aqui, pero lo mas importante, sobre todo para fans de los comics de los 60, tiene que ser batman año uno porque es un cambio sustancial de tono, y el tribunal de los buhos es mi comic favorito

de dc en general tengo alguna recomendacion tambien! abro hilo

nightwing (2016) no he leido todo porque mi forma de leer es ridicula pero todo lo que he leido me ha encantado, realmente estan haciendo un trabajo grandioso con dick grayson

superman (2016) una buena introduccion a jon kent, todo lo que toca tomasi es arte, increiblemente dulce y divertido y uno de mis comics favoritos (no confundir con superman (2018) que puede morir)

superhijos, no puedo recomendar suficientemente fuerte que la gente lo termine, nada puede superar la historia del batman pistola

robin son of batman (ni idea de como es la traduccion) es la historia de la redencion de damian, escrita tambien por tomasi, de los mejores standalones que tiene dc

harley quinn cristales rotos, me lo compre un poco a lo loco y me acabo gustando muchisimo, una reimaginacion de harley muy divertida y que consigue un personaje redondo y con sentido

robin y batman, un comic muy cortito sobre como dick grayson se enfrento a la oscuridad que rodea a batman y consiguio vencerla, increiblemente bonito visualmente

si quieres llevar alguna serie al dia, porque a mi siempre me hace ilu poder comentar los nuevos capitulos con amigos, ahora mismo merecen mucho la pena superboy, nightwing, batman (si, batman batman), y aventuras de superman jon kent, tambien me esta gustando el desastre absoluto que es tim drake robin y espero grandes cosas de lo nuevo de shazam

[lgbtuan]

las newjans han subido otro tweet/teaser y eta significa estimated time of arrival en este caso, pero vamos que las coincidencias con el grupo terrorista son bastante desafortunadas y tendrían que haberselo revisado un poco la verdad, sobretodo por lo de los nombres...

No yeah si vi después lo de las siglas de estimated time of arrival pero lo que me choca es lo de los nombres osea es mucha casualidad que de todos los nombres del mundo eligieran justo esos 3 con esas siglas en concreto.. nose obviamente a esperar a ver por que dirección lo llevan pero se ve fishy..

[oceanno]

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[colorofchroma]

me if pookifying CHROMA members was illegal

[sxozkurt]

Pudo notar de inmediato el efecto que tuvo en la rubia y no mentiría lo bien que eso la hizo sentirse porque la sonrisa se extendió en su rostro. “No tienes nada de que agradecer, simplemente se apreciar la belleza cuando esta frente a mi” se encogió ligeramente de hombros, sabiendo perfectamente lo que estaba haciendo y disfrutando cada segundo. “Un gusto en conocerte Poppy, tienes un nombre muy bonito” hablo tomando la mano de la contraria entre la suya y dándole un pequeño apretón al tiempo que se acercaba más a esta. “Safiye Özkurt” se presentó antes de asentir nuevamente. “Nada me gustaría más que ir a beber algo contigo, así puedo presumir de mi linda acompañante” le guiño el ojo. 

siente el calor treparle por el cuello hasta las mejillas, no es que no esté acostumbrada a recibir halagos, pero hay algo en la forma en que la chica lo dice —tan directa, tan genuina— que la desarma por un instante. ' vaya… gracias. ' suelta una risita y se lleva una mano a la nuca, intentando disipar el rubor y recuperar la compostura. ' ¿y tú cómo te llamas? ' extiende una mano con elegancia. ' yo soy poppy bauer. ' decide comenzar con presentarse, recordando sus modales. ' y ya que te gusta presumir como a mí, ¿qué te parece si lo hacemos con algo de beber? yo invito. '

[maiteo]

[coolemmasulivan2]

My Champion

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Reader

Summary: A kiss on TV, after Barça’s victory!

Word count: 1335

Kiss me, out of the bearded barley Nightly, beside the green, green grass Swing, swing, swing the spinning step You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

The final whistle blew, and you couldn’t help but jump out of your seat. Barça had just won the Supercopa de España against Real Madrid. The stadium in Jeddah erupted in cheers, and your heart felt like it might burst with pride.

This wasn’t just any match for you. It was the first one you attended as Pedri’s girlfriend. You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched him on the pitch, celebrating with his team. He had played so well, and all you wanted to do was run onto the field and tell him how proud you were.

But that was out of the question. You were here for work, not as Pedri’s girlfriend. As a journalist, it wouldn’t be very professional to run onto the pitch, no matter how much you wanted to.

Still, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He looked so happy, holding the trophy and grinning with his teammates. You held onto your press badge, reminding yourself to stay focused. Even though you couldn’t celebrate with him right now, you knew you’d get your moment later.

"So, you’re going to interview Raphinha and then maybe Balde, okay?" Your coworker’s voice crackled through the earpiece.

You nodded, even though they couldn’t see you. "Yes. Okay!" You replied, keeping your voice steady.

Everything was set. The mic was firm in your grip, and the camera stood ready in front of you and the buzz of the stadium hummed in the background.

Raphinha stepped forward, his jersey still damp from the match, a wide grin stretched across his face. You held the mic steady and met his gaze with a professional smile.

"¡Raphinha, felicidades por la victoria! How does it feel to take home the Supercopa after such a thrilling match?" (Raphinha, congratulations on the win!)

He laughed, his excitement almost tangible. "It feels incredible! We knew it would be tough, but the team gave everything, and moments like this make it all worth it."

As he spoke, you nodded, keeping your attention on him, but you couldn’t ignore the pull of your peripheral vision. Pedri was standing a few meters away, surrounded by teammates, but you could feel his gaze drifting toward you. Each time you glanced his way—brief, fleeting—he was already looking.

But you stayed composed, your focus fixed on Raphinha. "You mentioned how tough the match was. What do you think made the difference tonight?"

"The second goal, for sure. The penalty!" He said. "After that, it just gave us the energy that we needed. The fans were incredible too. They gave us so much support."

"It was a great performance." You replied with a smile. "Congratulations again!”

"Gracias!" Raphinha said, flashing another grin before heading back toward the group.

As he walked off, Alejandro Balde approached, his wide grin practically mirrored the gleam of the Supercopa trophy behind him. You greeted him with the same warm, professional tone you’d used all night, lifting the mic slightly.

"Alejandro, congratulations on the big win! What does it mean to you to lift this trophy with the team tonight?"

He chuckled, his excitement contagious. "Honestamente, es irreal. I’ve dreamed about moments like this since I was a kid... I’m just so grateful to be part of this team." (Honestly, it’s unreal.)

You nodded, smiling as you prepared your next question, but before you could get the words out, you heard quick footsteps behind you.

"Perdón!" A familiar voice interrupted, and before you could turn fully, Pedri was there, standing between you and Balde. "Un segundo, hermano." Pedri said, glancing apologetically at Balde, who looked surprised but amused, trying not to laugh. (One second, hermano.)

You barely had time to process what was happening before Pedri cupped your face with both hands and kissed you. Right there, in front of the camera, the crowd, and the entire world watching at home.

Gasps rippled through the nearby press and staff, followed by cheers and whistles from his teammates in the background and from the public. For a second, your mind blanked, caught somewhere between shock and the warmth of his lips on yours.

When he pulled back, his eyes locked with yours, his expression soft and unbothered by the scene he’d just caused. "Lo siento, guapa." He said with a small, unapologetic smile. "I couldn’t help it." He said casually, jogging back toward his teammates, who greeted him with cheers and teasing shouts.

Your face burned as you looked back at Balde, who was clearly enjoying every second of the chaos. "Should I still answer, or do we need to cut?" He teased, barely containing his laughter.

Taking a steadying breath, you lifted the mic again, forcing yourself to stay professional. "I--wh--Let’s try that again." You said as the camera was still rolling.

The buzz of the post-match chaos had finally started to die down. Interviews were done, the cameras were off, and the crew was packing up. The Supercopa celebrations, however, were still in full swing on the pitch as players laughed and posed for photos with their families.

You stepped onto the field, the grass soft under your shoes, and scanned the crowd. It didn’t take long to spot him. Pedri was chatting animatedly with his family, his smile was wide and his hair still damp.

As you approached, you couldn’t help but smile. His mom noticed you first, her face lighting up as she waved. "There you are!" She called warmly, as if she’d been waiting for you.

Pedri turned at her voice, his eyes finding yours immediately. His grin softened into something sweeter, and he looked at you like you were the only person on the pitch.

When you reached him, you playfully swatted his arm. "¿De verdad, Pedri?" (Really, Pedri?)

"¿Qué?" He asked, his voice innocent but his expression anything but. (What?)

"You know what!" You shot back, crossing your arms. "What was that back there? You kissed me on national TV! During an interview!"

His family chuckled nearby, clearly amused by the exchange, but Pedri just shrugged, his smile turning sheepish. "I couldn’t help it." He said simply, his voice so soft and genuine that it made your heart skip.

"Couldn’t help it?"

He nodded, stepping a little closer, his free hand brushing yours. "You looked so focused, doing your job... and you were amazing, by the way." His smile grew a little shy as he added: "I don’t know--I just had to."

Before you could retort, his mom spoke up. "Come on, you two, picture time!" She held up her phone, gesturing for both of you to join the family.

"Oh, no, no way." You said, stepping back. "I’ve already had enough attention tonight."

But Pedri reached for your hand, gently tugging you forward. "Come on. They want you in the photo."

"Listen to him!" his mom chimed in, smiling warmly at you. "Eres parte de la familia." (You’re part of the family.)

That made your heart swell, and you couldn’t argue with her sincerity. With a quiet laugh, you let Pedri pull you closer. His mom positioned everyone, and his brother cracked a joke, making you all laugh as the first photo was taken.

Then, just as his mom was about to snap another, Pedri leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. You froze, your face warming as the camera clicked, but when you turned to him, he was already grinning.

"Pedri!" You whispered, trying to sound scandalized but unable to hide the laughter in your voice.

"What?" He teased, slipping an arm around your waist. "I’m just making it memorable."

His mom laughed, shaking her head fondly as she looked at the photo. "Perfect." She said, holding up the phone. "This one’s going in a frame."

You shook your head, but the warmth in your chest didn’t fade. Pedri looked at you and squeezed your hand lightly. "¡Te quiero!" He murmured. (I love you!)

And in that moment, surrounded by his family and his quiet confidence, you believed him. "I love you too."

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Too sweaty🌡🫂

Ona Batlle x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

(my first language isn't english nor spanish, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes)

Summary :

You refuse to hug your girlfriend after a match because she's too sweaty. With the help of her team, she will do everything and anything to get that hug.

The final whistle blew, the sound of roaring cheers erupted across the stadium as FC Barcelona Femení secured yet another victory. The players on the field embraced, exchanging high-fives and grins as the crowd celebrated their hard-earned win. You stood in the stands, clapping and cheering, Ona had been relentless on the pitch today, showing why she was one of the best defenders in the world.

Ona spotted you almost instantly. Her eyes lit up, and with that characteristic grin of hers, she jogged over, arms wide open for the post-game hug she always demanded. You smiled, knowing exactly what was coming next, but as she got closer, you could see just how sweaty she was. Her hair clung to her forehead, her jersey was soaked through, and her skin glistened with sweat. You loved her to pieces, but there was no denying that Ona in full post-match mode was a sweaty mess.

- ¡Cariño! (Love !)

Ona called out, still grinning as she reached the edge of the stands, arms stretched wide.

- Come here!

You took a step back, hands raised in defence, laughing nervously.

- Ona, you’re—

You gestured up and down at her completely drenched form.

- —you’re a little too sweaty for that.

Ona stopped, her grin turning into a dramatic pout as she dropped her arms.

- ¿En serio? After this great match ? You’re really not going to hug me ? (Oh really?)

You shook your head, laughing.

- I love you, but I draw the line at drenched hugs. You look like you just went swimming in your kit!

Ona groaned, shaking her head in exaggerated frustration, though her eyes were still sparkling with amusement.

- It’s just a little sweat, cariño. You’ve seen me worse. (love)

- Yeah, but I didn’t have to hug you then either.

You shot back, grinning. She rolled her eyes but didn’t let up.

- Fine. No hug for now

You smirked, leaning down a little closer.

- Once you’re clean, you can have all the hugs you want.

Ona stared at you for a moment, pretending to be annoyed, but then she leaned in suddenly and gave you a quick, mischievous kiss on the cheek, pressing her sweat-covered face against yours just enough to make you recoil slightly.

- Ew, Ona!

You exclaimed, wiping at your cheek with an exaggerated grimace, but your laughter betrayed you.

- That’s payback

Ona said with a wink before jogging back to her teammates, leaving you shaking your head and laughing as you watched her retreat.

The players had started celebrating in full force, and you could see Ona being pulled into hugs. Their joy was infectious. You sighed as you watched the love of your life soaking in the victory with her team. It didn’t take long for the other girls to notice the slight pout on your girlfriends face. Alexia, having seen the scene, sidled up to Ona, raising an eyebrow as she nudged her friend.

- Entonces, ¿no te da ningún abrazo tu novia después del partido? (So, no post-game hug from your girlfriend?)

Alexia teased, her voice loud enough for you to hear. Ona groaned, but a smile crept onto her face.

- No, al parecer sudaba demasiado. (Nope. Too sweaty, apparently.)

Alexia grinned, clearly finding it hilarious.

- No puedo culparla, honestamente. (Can’t blame her, honestly)

- Pero no me rendiré. (But I’m not giving up)

Ona said determinedly, casting a glance back at you, where you stood watching them from the sidelines, waving innocently. Alexia raised her eyebrows, a mischievous glint in her eye as she quickly whispered something to the other players. You couldn’t hear what she said, but a few of them turned to look at you with knowing grins.

Before you had a chance to react, the entire team started jogging in your direction, their expressions filled with a playful determination. Your eyes widened, and you instinctively took a step back.

- Oh no, no, no,

You muttered, shaking your head as they closed in. Ona was at the front of the pack, her grin widening as she saw your reaction.

- You shouldn’t have refused the hug, cariño.

She teased, her teammates fanning out behind her like a wall of sweaty determination.

- You’re all sweaty!

You protested, starting to back up further as the group approached.

- This isn’t fair !

Alexia, laughing, called out,

- We just want to help Ona get her hug !

Before you knew it, you were surrounded by the entire Barça squad, and any chance of escape vanished. In a whirlwind of laughter and playful jostling, they scooped you up, passing you straight into Ona’s waiting arms. Ona, grinning victoriously, pulled you into a tight hug, ignoring your protests as she pressed her sweaty body against yours. You squirmed, but it was no use. The team had made sure you weren’t going anywhere.

- Gotcha

Ona whispered, her face close to yours, her eyes full of affection despite the playful scene. You sighed in defeat, trying to suppress your laughter as you rested your head against her shoulder.

- Okay, okay. You win. But you’re still really sweaty.

- I’ll take it

She replied with a laugh, kissing your cheek again. The team cheered and clapped, clearly amused by the whole spectacle. You couldn’t help but laugh too, the warmth of the moment washing over you despite being covered in your girlfriend’s post-game sweat.

As the players finally dispersed and Ona loosened her grip on you, you looked up at her with a smirk.

- Next time, maybe I’ll bring a towel.

Ona grinned, her eyes twinkling.

- Or you could just hug me straight after every game, no matter what.

You pretended to think about it.

- Hmm... no promises.

She laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist as the two of you walked off together.

- You’ll come around eventually.

And as you walked side by side, with the stadium lights dimming and the echoes of the crowd still ringing in your ears, you knew that sweaty hugs or not, you wouldn’t trade these moments with her for anything in the world.

[reveryfics]

Undercover

Pairings: T'Challa x Male reader

Summary: After learning about a international deal set to go down that could potentially cause a risk to Wakanda, T'Challa is surprised to see someone else has taken an interest in the deal.

A/n: I should mention the reader is hispanic and a international agent working for S.H.I.E.L.D, also men in dresses <3 (I suck at fight scenes)

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The air in the Monte Carlo casino hung heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and desperation. T'Challa, a solitary figure amidst the throng of humanity, navigated the labyrinthine corridors, the cacophony of sounds – the clinking of dice, the raucous laughter, the mournful sighs of defeated gamblers – assaulting his senses. Slot machines blinked and whirred, their garish lights a stark contrast to the subdued elegance he was accustomed to.

He adjusted the cuffs of his impeccably tailored suit, a subtle movement that spoke volumes about his composure amidst the chaos. His gaze swept across the room, searching for his target, a man involved in a deal that could potentially destabilize Wakanda. Intelligence reports had indicated the buyer was a man, but the world was full of unexpected twists.

Shuri's voice, a lifeline through the static, crackled in his earpiece. "Any luck on the buyer, T'Challa?"

"Still no luck on a visual, Shuri," he replied, his voice a low growl against the deafening bass of the house music. "Just remember, the source emphasized a male buyer. And be careful."

T'Challa nodded, his senses on high alert. He moved with a silent grace, a panther stalking its prey. The air crackled with anticipation, a palpable sense of greed and desperation hanging heavy. This wasn't his usual stomping ground, but the stakes were high. Vibranium, in the wrong hands, could unleash a wave of destruction the world was ill-prepared to face. He had to stop this deal.

His eyes finally settled on a figure seated at a high-stakes poker table. A man, flanked by a woman whose beauty was almost distracting. The woman, draped in a crimson gown that clung to her curves like a second skin, was a vision of predatory elegance. Her gaze, however, was fixed on T'Challa, a predatory glint in her emerald eyes.

"Enjoying the view, mi príncipe?" she purred, her voice a silken caress that sent a shiver down his spine.

T'Challa, momentarily thrown, managed a charming smile. "I must confess, I find myself quite captivated," he replied, his gaze lingering on her.

He played a calculated game, observing the man, the woman, the flow of the game. The source had been adamant: a male buyer. But this woman… she exuded an aura of power, a dangerous allure that belied her appearance.

He subtly excused himself, following the man through the labyrinthine corridors of the casino. As he closed in, a hand clamped down on his arm, pulling him into a darkened alcove. He reacted instinctively, a blur of motion as he attempted to subdue his assailant.

His eyes widened in disbelief. It was the woman.

"Honestamente, pensé que un princr sería más inteligente.” she hissed, yanking off her wig to reveal a face that was decidedly masculine. "Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D and that pendejo was none the wiser until you showed up.”

T'challa, still reeling from the revelation, demanded, "What does S.H.I.E.L.D want with this?"

"Vibranium is a threat, not just to Wakanda, but to the entire world," he explained, his voice low and urgent. "My mission was to recover the case and return it to you."

A tense silence followed. Cooperation seemed unlikely.

"Let's just say… our methods differ," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He snatched a pair of VIP cards from an unsuspecting patron, handing one to T'challa. "Impressive," T'challa conceded. "Just you wait."

They navigated the VIP section, their presence unnoticed amidst the haze of cigar smoke and expensive champagne. They reached the private room, the air thick with anticipation.

The two targets, oblivious to the danger, exchanged smug glances. "Well played, gentlemen," one of them sneered. "But you've walked into a trap."

Suddenly, the room erupted in chaos. Guns materialized from nowhere, trained on the two intruders. But T'challa and him were ready. T'challa activated his suit, the fabric surging around him like a second skin, transforming him into the Black Panther.

Guards, hired muscle, and even a few disgruntled gamblers joined the fray. Unlike T'Challa even without a suit the other man was a whirlwind of motion in the red dress,he moved with a predatory grace. His movements were fluid, almost feline, a mesmerizing blend of dance and deadly intent. He dispatched opponents with a brutal efficiency, each strike swift and precise.

T'Challa, watching from the periphery, felt a strange thrill course through him. That man, in that dress, was a vision of raw power and captivating danger. There was an undeniable seduction in witnessing this man, so utterly masculine, move with such grace and lethal intent. It was a primal display, a reminder of the wildness that still lurked beneath the veneer of civilization.

Sensing T'Challa's gaze, he met his eyes with a feral glint. A silent message passed between them: This is what I am.

The fight raged on ,the man human weapon, neutralized threats with a chilling efficiency. He used the environment to his advantage, utilizing the slick marble floors to his benefit, sending opponents sprawling with expertly placed kicks. T'Challa, meanwhile, moved like a panther, his movements silent and deadly. He dispatched his foes with a quiet efficiency, his vibranium claws flashing in the dim light.

Together, they fought their way towards the targets,T'Challa secured the case while the other subdued the targets. They made their way back through the casino, the sounds of sirens growing louder in the distance.

As they slipped out of the casino, unnoticed by the arriving police, T'Challa turned to him. "You... you are unlike anyone I have ever encountered," he breathed, his voice husky with a mixture of admiration and something akin to awe.

His breath coming in ragged gasps, merely smiled. "Just trying to survive, Your Majesty."

They stood near the street, watching as police stormed the casino. "If you're ever looking for work, I'm sure we could always use a man with… your talents," T'challa paused.

He smiled, turning towards T'challa and stepping closer. "Just ask me on a date next time, mi príncipe," he purred.

T'challa couldn't even form words before the case was shoved in his hands, and the man turned towards a car that'd just parked. He waved, blowing T'challa a kiss as he got into the passenger seat.

"He's a keeper," Shuri laughed, causing T'challa's cheeks to heat up. "Most definitely.”

[3mz0mbi3]

Hiii! Can i ask a Yandere Tmnt 2012(team up or any character of your choice) with a villain darling that works for shredder?

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 . ˙— Hello! I really liked this plot, You didn't clarify why you would like it but I want to believe what you were referring to headcanons and I was thinking a lot about doing it about the team but I couldn't help but choose to do it about my pookie April

!¡ TW; Yandere Behavior

₊꒰ა APRIL O'NEIL 2K12 WITH A VILLAIN!DARLING ໒꒱₊

ESP

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Honestamente, no se preocupo por ti ni en lo mas mínimo en el inicio cuando las tortugas le hablaron sobre un nuevo enemigo al que se habían enfrentado recientemente, se preocupo mas por las heridas que les habías dejado a las pobres tortugas, no le emocionaba para nada el tener que toparse contigo menos cuando observaba los golpes que les dejaste a los chicos que ahora ella trataba con delicadeza.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Pero bueno, eso termino siendo un total cambio de 90° cuando realmente se topo contigo cara a cara.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Estaba haciendo guardia nocturna junto a Donatello (a insistencia de este) ya que ella quería demostrar que era adecuada para poder ir a misiones con las tortugas, no se esperaron ambos fue cuando se toparon contigo y Perrera, se suponía que debía luchar contra ti mientras Donatello se ocupaba de Perrera, pero en vez de eso no te podía despegar el de ti, tus ojos, tu cabello, tu rostro, tu voz, TODO de ti le llamaba la atención, fue desconcertante para ti ver como april estaba en una postura básica de Ninjutsu pero solo se te quedaba mirando con la boca abierta, solo trataste de atacar pero ahí fue cuando Donatello llegaba a su rescate y termino luchando contigo junto con Perrera mientras ella estaba parada a un lado completamente quieta tratando de procesar todo.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Ahora solo tenia un pensamiento sobre ti; ERAS MAJESTUOSO?!??! ella simplemente no te podía quitar el ojo de encima, se negaba a hacerlo.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── “Santa chalupa...ahora te entiendo Leonardo”

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Creo que ahora sabia como se sintió Leonardo cuando por primera vez se había topado con Karai, solo que tu no eras su hermano perdido o algo por el estilo pero eso no significaba que no siguiera juzgando a Leonardo por enamorarse de Karai que ahora solo era un momento muy..raro muy raro y vergonzoso para Leo definitivamente ese fue su momento mas humilde.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Ahora era aun mas insistente con acompañar a sus amigos en sus misiones con la esperanza de poder toparse contigo otra vez.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Era la primera vez que le gustaba una persona, ya que la mayoría de sus enamoramientos fueron en su pre-adolescencia y la mayoría eran cantantes, por lo que realmente no sabia como reaccionar menos si eras su enemigo.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Las veces que iba a las misiones definitivamente aprovechaba al máximo para tomar algunas fotos tuyas mientras luchabas contra una de las tortugas estando escondida en algún rincón o detrás de un edificio.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Ahora no solo entendía a Leonardo, sino que también a Donatello, siempre supo sobre su cierto comportamiento obsesivo hacia ella pero realmente trataba de llevar bien las cosas como amigos pero ahora que ella tenia ciertos..sentimientos hacia a ti, era raro ya que ella actuaba ahora de la misma forma en la que lo hace Donatello cuando esta cerca de ella.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Ella sabe que en el fondo eres una buena persona, pero muy, muy en el fondo.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Ella jamas te culpa a ti sobre ninguna de las atroces acciones que tu mismo.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Ella cree que al igual de Karai, Destructor también te esta manipulando y ella quiere ser tu salvadora.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── No puedo evitar terminar hablando sobre ti a Mikey, era con el que mejor tenia conexión y confianza de los cuatro hermanos, Mikey realmente no sabe que decir, solo esta preocupado por April y sus actitudes igual de raras que las de Donatello.

ENG

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── To be honest, she didn't care about you in the slightest at first when the turtles told him about a new enemy they had recently faced, he was more worried about the wounds you had left on the poor turtles. She wasn't at all thrilled to have to face you, especially when she observed the blows you had left on the boys that she was now treated delicately.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── But hey, that ended up being a total 90° turn around when she actually meet you face to face.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── She was doing night guard with Donatello (being the one that insisted to go with April) because she wanted to prove that she was fit to go on missions with the turtles, they both didn't wait was to meet you and Dogpound, she was supposed to fight with you while Donatello was in a figth with Dogpound, but instead she couldn't take his attention off you, your eyes, your eyes, your hair, your face, your voice, EVERYTHING about you caught his attention, it was confusing for you to see how April was in a basic ninjutsu pose but she just stared at you with her mouth open, you were about to attack but that's when Donatello came to her rescue and ended up fighting with you and Dogpound while she stood by completely still, trying to process everything.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── She Now have a only thought about you; AYOO-YOU WERE MAJESTIC?!??!! She just couldn't take her eyes off you, she refused to.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── “Holy chalupa…Now I can understand you better Leonardo”

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── I think she knew now how Leonardo had felt when he'd first met Karai, only you weren't his lost brother or anything, but that didn't mean she didn't still judge Leonardo for falling in love with Karai. That now it was just a very… weird, very very weird and embarrassing thing for Leo.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Now she was even more insistent on accompanying his friends on their missions in the hope of meeting you again.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── It was the first time she liked a person, since most of her crushes were in her pre-teen years and most of them were singers, so she didn't really know how to react to you, much less when you were his enemy.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── the times when she was on missions (although she herself had snuck in) I definitely made the most of it to take some photos of you while you were fighting one of the turtles while she was hiding in some corner or behind a building

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── Now she understood not only Leonardo but also Donatello, she had always known that he had a certain obsessive behavior towards her, but she had really tried to get along with him as a friends, but now that she had certain….feelings for you, it was feeling strange because she now behaved in the same way as Donatello when he was around her

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── She knows you're a good person deep down, but very, very deep down of your heart.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── She never blames you for any of your own actions.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── She believes that like Karai, Shredder is also manipulating you and she wants to be your savior.

˚ʚ⭐️ɞ˚ | ⊹˙ ── I can't help but end up talking to Mikey about you. He was the one she had the most connection and trust with of the four brothers., Mikey doesn't really know what to say, he's just worried about April and and her behavior was just as weird as Donatello's with her

NOTAS DEL AUTOR / NOTES

. ⊹˙ ── Me disculpo si mi ortografía no es la mejor.

. ⊹˙ ── I apologize for any mistakes I have, if some things don't make much sense or can be misinterpreted, my English is not very good.

[xjulixred45x]

Reaction to Hippolytus!reader being the one who put up the zagreus flag in the coliseum in Elysium and cheers Zagreus on in his fights with Theseus and asterius.

I honestly think Hipolito would support Zag on very few occasions. Not because I don't want to! but for his own position in the Coliseum as Third Champion.

The only way Hipolito is not fighting and is in the stands would be if he has been injured or sick in some way. or in the worst case scenario if you come across something from the past and want a break.

Yes, he would definitely like to encourage Zagreus in his fights with his father. Whether it's Zagreus' happy puppy face or Theseus' indignant face (along with Asterius: oh, young love) is priceless.

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creo que honestamente Hipolito apoyaria a Zag en muy pocas ocaciones. ¡no porque no quiera! sino por su propia posicion en el Coliseo como Tercer Campeon.

la unica forma en la que Hipolito no este luchando y este en las gradas seria si se ha lastimado o enfermado de alguna forma. o en el peor de los casos si se topo con algo del pasado y quiere un descanzo.

eso si, definitivamente le gustaria alentar a Zagreus en sus peleas con su padre. ya sea la cara de cachoro feliz de Zagreus o la cara de indignacion de Teseo(junto con Asterius: ay, amor joven) no tiene precio.

[sxozkurt]

Asintió suavemente ante la explicación del contrario. “Puedo entender eso, la verdad es que yo tampoco tengo a muchas personas a las cuales regalarles, pero compro para mi departamento, me gusta el toque que le da” confeso con una sonrisa para después reír suavemente. “Esa es tu mejor opción, preguntar a alguien que sepa y a veces incluso yo lo hago, para tener variedad” le explico antes de mirar hacia los tulipanes que estaban cerca de ella. “Casi todas las flores tienen un significado diferente sobre todo por el color” lo miro nuevamente. “Por ejemplo los tulipanes rojos significan amor y pasión, lo cual en mi opinión las hacen mejores que las rosas” le guiño el ojo. “Las blancas son pureza y también amor verdadero por suelen verse mas en bodas” le explico antes de ver a su alrededor. “Por eso tienes que preguntar antes de comprar, puedes expresar muchas cosas con las flores que regalas” 

ausencia de palabras es una elección personal. incluso si tiene opinión que ofrecer, prefiere permitir a compañera expresar la suya sin interrupciones. eleva comisuras, admirando especies. ' no he regalado muchas, así que no tuve necesidad de buscar. ' o de aprender. no se considera una persona de gestos, haciendo que obsequios sean demasiado específicos. ' usualmente pido recomendaciones a los empleados de las tiendas. ' confesión carece de vergüenza, incluso si no logra ser el indicado para elección, permite que alguien más capacitado ofrezca recomendaciones. problema, sin embargo, recae en su falta de interés en conocer motivo. ' ¿los colores de las flores tienen significado? ' curiosa mención atrapa atención, no evitando manifestar sorpresa al elevar cejas.

[g1nu00]

can we see bunzo please

OF COURSE!!! here's the boy :DDD (I TRIED SO HARD TO MAKE HIM RIGHT-)

ENG

His design it's very different from Hooty’s, but it keeps the idea of being a demon attached to the house. However, it’s a spring demon, retaining only the arms with cymbals, which it can make appear and disappear at will.

And yes, it COMPLETELY keeps Hooty’s personality because, honestly, I feel like they’re the same when it comes to being a threat to society with an adorable face.

ESP

De por si su diseño es diferente al de Hooty, mantiene la idea de que sea un demonio pegado a la casa, mas sin embargo es un demonio de resorte, conservando unicamente los brazos con los platillos, los cuales los puede hacer aparecer y desaparecer a voluntad propia

Y si, mantiene TOTALMENTE la personalidad de Hooty porque honestamente siento que son lo mismo en lo que requiere a ser una amenaza para la sociedad con una cara adorable

CLOSE UP!

[dotichmeinbens]

Leo saying "LIKE I SAID"

Mi oído en inglés en tan malo que pensaba que decía "Lacazette" lmao. Y honestamente, en medio de la marcha me di cuenta que me costaba distinguir entre "Like I said" y "Like ya'said". Tal vez el video debería durar más.

[belit0]

this is very cliche but- how would the uchihas be if their s/o told them to play the pocky game? 😈

honestamente, adoro como escribes y me encanta como te muestras, haces que escribirte sea tan cómodo TT cuidate mucho <D

gracias bebeee❣��❤️‍🩹 es lo que siempre intento, que la gente se sienta comoda y encuentre un lugarcito seguro aca 💫🛐

sentite libre de hablarme por privado y ser amiguitxs 👀💕

do love me some good cliche, tho i think two of these mf are way too pragmatic to understand

Indra

- He doesn't understand the game, before starting he eats the pocky. When (Y/N) explains it to him, he declines and finishes the whole box by himself.

Madara

- He understands, a little bit. Doesn't get the part about having to chew and actually stands still, surprised when (Y/N) finally kisses him.

Izuna

- Pretends not having enough speed just for (Y/N) to kiss him over and over again, until he finally accepts he can beat her and wins every round.

Obito

- He doesn't like the taste, but does it just to make (Y/N) happy. He plays as many rounds as she wants drinking a lot of water in between, but wins almost all of them.

Shisui

- Competitive from birth, Shisui devastates every pocky they put between their lips, devouring without giving (Y/N) time to react (Shunshin no Shisui, love.)

Itachi

- Gives his best, but is bad at the kind of games that don't require strategy or thinking. Loses almost every time, happy to kiss (Y/N).