#ray fuego

[innytoes]

For the generated AUs, I got Supernatural Is Known AU + Orphanage AU ^^

Okay but Caleb Covington's Home For Extraordinary Orphans. He's not exactly evil, but after 20-plus years of dealing with everything from mermaids to were-elephants, he is Grumpy.

The Molinas always wanted a big family. Most Werewolves do. Something about a big pack just makes them happy. Not all of them turn, Julie and Victoria don't, but Rose, Ray, and Carlos do. (There have been So Many Arguments in the past about Carlos chewing on Julie's shoes.)

Except Rose found out that after her cancer, she wouldn't be able to have any more kids. They'd been trying for some time but hadn't had any more after Carlos, and now there was no more chance to have any at all. They mourn for a year, before talking it over as a family and deciding that pack is pack and they don't need to be blood related to be family. When Julie is fourteen and Carlos is ten, they finally get approved to adopt.

Victoria goes with them, if only to make sure they don't 'bite off more than they can chew'.

They meet a lot of kids, and just like Victoria expected, they want to take home Everyone. She has to be the voice of reason that no, they do not have a big enough back yard to convert into a lake to adopt that mermaid girl. And adopting Willie, the raccoon shifter, was a terribly unsafe idea because Carlos still hadn't learned to control his chasing-prey instinct. Do they not remember the ordeal with the Henderson's cat?

Eventually, Carlos and Julie come running up to their parents, dragging just about the palest young boy Rose has ever seen.

"Mami, this is Reggie!" Carlos proudly proclaims. "He likes dogs and music and pizza so he has to be our big brother."

Reggie is a sixteen year old vampire who is just grateful he got turned after he was allowed to drive. It's better than being fourteen for the rest of his (after)life, that would be rough. Oh shoot sorry Julie. It gets better, he promises.

Ray and Rose are just so charmed by Reggie and the way he naturally fell into a big brother role for Julie and Carlos that they decide yes, they will adopt a sixteen year old vampire. No they do not care that he won't age. Once he actually matures mentally into adulthood (which vampires do, just a lot slower than than humans) they will help him get emancipated.

Victoria is not there to talk them out of it. Victoria, in fact, is in Caleb's office, getting the paperwork done to adopt Willie.

("What? I said it was dangerous for him to be around Carlos until he gets his prey instinct under control during the full moon. I don't turn, my prey instinct is fine! The only thing I hunt is a good bargain.")

So they take Reggie and Willie home, and things are great. Willie and Reggie were friends at the orphanage, they get together for Family Dinners every Friday except on Full Moons, everything is great. Reggie fits in really well and admits that even before he was turned ten years ago, he didn't have a great family, so having two parents that care about him is really nice.

Except sometimes Reggie acts in a way that can't be attributed to being a vampire, or adopted, or maybe a little traumatised from spending ten years in an orphanage run by a grumpy werepanther. He zones out, and sometimes he talks to himself, or laughs at nothing. Ray and Rose love Reggie, and are fully willing to support their new son and all his quirks (Ray immediately started learning about Star Wars when he realised Reggie was obsessed), but they also want to make sure this isn't anything mental illness related that will hurt him.

So they talk about getting Reggie evaluated, about asking Doctor Turner if she has any recommendations for therapists who specialise in vampirism... But Reggie overhears them.

And then Rose overhears Reggie. Talking to himself in his room again. Except this time it's not under his breath.

"No dude, don't worry about it. I'll just... I'll make something up. I mean, you've always said that I might be autistic, maybe we can just... Nobody's going to find out and send you back, I promise."

Which is of course when Rose pushed open the door before adopting a now Very Familiar Pose to Reggie. The Mom Pose. Hands on her hips, eyebrow raised.

The boy on Reggie's bed slowly started going invisible again, and Rose pointed at him. "Don't you dare!"

He stops fading out of view. He looks to be about Reggie's age.

"Can you just turn invisible, or are you a ghost?" Rose asks. "Because if I find out you've been letting someone go hungry under our roof, Reginald, you are grounded, mister."

"I'm a ghost," the boy in the bed said. "I'm so sorry, it's just that, you were taking Reggie, and your sister was taking Willie, and they're all I have and I just couldn't stay there and I'm so so sorry..."

The more he talks the more solid he looks and Rose is not sure if that's a good thing or not, so she just interrupts him. "Right, we need to call Caleb right now."

"No, don't send him back!" Reggie said. "Send me back instead, please, you'll love Alex, he's great, he's funny and cool and he likes music and pizza too. I mean he can't eat it anymore but-"

"We're not sending anyone back," Rose promises, wrapping Reggie in a hug and hovering a hand near Alex' shoulder. "But we do have to arrange some paperwork so Ray and I don't get brought up on any kidnapping charges, alright?"

[emvisual]

Esta es una versión del libro Fahrenheit 451 de Ray Bradbury. Es una versión sensible al calor. Al contrario que en la novela, cuando se calienta aparece el texto.

[somosorigen]

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[laberinticababilonia]

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Can you write fuego with a pregnant wife?

Hi!

I thought that I had done quite a few of them, but... apparently not ^^' Admittedly I took some inspo from my own long fic (aka Embers -series) for this, and basically used a scene as a basis. Anyways, hopefully you like it ^^

Pairing: Fuegoleon x f!reader Genre: Romance/fluff Fanfic type: Oneshot Length: ~0.9k Contains: pregnant reader, marriage mention, Fue gets kicked by the baby in the face, a lot of fluffy feels

Fuegoleon had always deemed himself to be a family man. Granted that he has other aspirations as well, and hadn’t had a partner for such a long time, which was why such a status and aspect of his life had been placed on the backburner for the time being.

Not that it had particularly stopped thinking about the future, and the family he might like to have. A wife. Kids. Maybe a few. One was too few for his liking, but he wouldn’t push for more if his partner so wished.

It was a personal preference if nothing else.

But. It had existed in a daydream for a time longer than he could tell.

Until he had met you.

Not that the images had flashed through his mind clear as day from the very first moment he had laid his eyes upon you, but rather… it was like a gentle, comforting sensation. The knowledge that this… this would be it. With you he could go on to build something.

What he had felt, was a kind of familiarity. Like this was how it was supposed to be, and nothing less would suffice.

A part of him wanted to rush. To just move together. Get married. And have the titles of husband and wife. But another part of him held back. Because that seemed more courteous. Something that one does. Bids their time and takes slow, tentative steps to the ever after. Not marry the woman he met less than a year ago.

Though people did do that.

But people, aside of royalty, were more free to make such actions. And he didn’t wish to place such scrutiny onto the two of you. Because it would just be unwanted attention. Rumours of a bastard child possibly.

Senseless gossip.

Attempts to tarnish a reputation.

No matter how displeased even the mere idea of it made him, he chose to abide the customs. Little steps. One by one. And yet with each day he tried to show his devotion, even if with words, scattered here and there, a passing touch, lingering gaze. Some if which came without a thought, because it, too, was easy; as natural as breathing.

And now…

As you sat there, in the arm chair with rings in your ring finger, and a baby bump on your tummy, he couldn’t help but smile.

Because it was his whole world that existed in that chair. And he made a point to cherish the moments where he could know, with absolute certainty, where the two of you were; away from harm and trouble. In the sanctity of your shared living quarters.

“Come here,” you told him with a whisper while stroking your stomach.

He perked up, eyes opening just a little wider, as he made his way across the room and crouched by your chair.

“The baby is kicking,” your tone was hushed, delicate and tender, as if you were speaking out a secret that was only for the two of you to know.

His eyes shifted between your expression, gorgeous and loving like the first rays of dawn, to the little bump in which your precious child resided.

He placed his hand onto your stomach, and waited.

Waited for a moment longer, eyes attentive and curious.

“Come on,” you cooed. “No need to be shy, kick some for dad too.”

‘Dad’… he thought as the corners of his lips tugged further up.

One of the most esteemed titles he could be granted.

“Come on,” you encouraged again, as if your child could hear. But… somehow it didn’t seem to make a difference, if they could, or could not. After all, they didn’t have the language to comprehend for a good while still. So, you were speaking because… speaking to your own child was one of the most natural things to do.

Your precious miracle.

“It’s alright,” he chuckled and pressed his cheek against your tummy. “You are far better acquainted with your mother,” he mused while closing his eyes. “But I can’t wait to meet you to-“

*Bump*

A kick right to his nose.

He jolted back.

You raised your hand to cover your mouth.

“Feisty,” he said while holding onto his nose. “And packs a punch already.”

There was a laugh that flowed from your lungs; equally amused and concerned.

“Are you okay?” You asked while placing your hand onto his shoulder.

“I am,” he chuckled before placing his cheek against your stomach again. “It seems we’re having a true Vermillion here,” he mused to himself with a wide smile again. “But no kicking or punching your mother,” he told, sternly, to your bump and the child. “Understood?” He quirked an eyebrow.

And… almost as if to reply, there was another kick, but this time against his hand. A much softer one this time.

“Good,” he smiled while closing his eyes.

You placed your hand onto his head, and let your fingers stroke through his silken hair, as your eyelids closed half way at the tender sight before you.

Because this… this really was him, at his happiest. While holding you, and being held by you; when he was with his family.

[ninjagoingsinceiwas5]

Ninja Ethnicity Headcanons

I wanted to reveal my personal ethnicity headcanons for the Ninja along with their designs but as always I am #impatient so here it is (+ explanations because I am a yapper):

(Warning: this is quite long, my apologies)

Kai Fierro Chua & Nya Fierro Chua

Mixed Peranakan-Mexican

Indo-Peranakan (Sundanese + Straits-Chinese mix) from Maya’s side

Mexican from Ray’s side (Had Chavacano-Filo for a bit though I ultimately took it out, I like to think it is in his ancestry though)

Fierro means “iron” which is a connection to Ray’s blacksmithing and traditionally, surnames would be toponymical or has relevance to a person's occupation

I’m attached to “Smith Siblings” just because of how much it’s used but it does not make sense to me so I guess they're Chuas now

These two are Singaporean as fuck (I MIGHT be projecting there, but they’re definitely SEA). They are fluent in Singlish

Mexican comes from Kai saying “Fuego!” in the movie but after hearing that, Ray looked more and more Latino to me

I actually really like the Palau and Hawaiian HCs that I’ve seen for the siblings and it makes a lot of sense with their elements, I originally had it as well but chose to take it out

^^Adding on, both Kai and Nya (if pronounced "Nye-uh" and not "Nee-ah") are Hawaiian names, Nya is a variation of Naia but the canon pronunciation is closer to the Welsh/Swahili origin of Nya. Fun facts I guess

Jay Gordon-Walker

Scottish-Kashmiri

Scottish (specifically Norse-Gaels/Norse-Scots/Highlands Scottish) from Libber’s side (his bio mum), Kashmiri-Scottish from Cliff’s side

So Jay is ¾ Scottish (mixed highlands/lowland), ¼ Kashmiri

Ed and Edna are as American as they come

Again, the movie influenced Jay’s South Asian side because I could not unsee it after hearing Kumail voicing him

Gordon is a last name with Scottish origin from what I've found, so I decided to add that to Cliff’s side. Overall, it’s quite compatible with most Jay design HCs I’ve seen

I did want to incorporate Norse roots somehow because of their strong association with lightning and storms, and then I came across the cultural group of Norse-Gaels and ran with it for Libber (in my head she looks like the Scottish actress Freya Mavor)

The Kashmiri part will make a little more sense once I’m able to draw the designs I have for the Ninja (pls send prayers I need y’all to see it so bad)

Cole Velan Brookstone

Tamil-Cebuano

Tamil (South Indian) from Lily’s side, Cebuano (Bisaya, Filipino) from Lou’s side

The first ethnicity headcanon I ever made was INDIAN COLE it just makes the most sense to me (him specifically being Tamil is again me projecting)

However I saw someone HC him as Filipino and that idea got stuck in my head and I couldn’t let go of it. It got worse when I met an actual Filipino-Indian mixed person so I was like fuck it! I’m making Cole mixed too + Lou is definitely a Filipino man.

Cole’s full name follows the normal Filo naming convention which is “(Given name) (Mother’s maiden name) (Father’s surname/family name)"

Velan means warrior/archer, derived from “vel” which refers to the divine spear associated with Tamil God of War, Lord Murugan/Kartikeya (also representing protection... see what I did there)

Lou being Cebuano was chosen by my Filo friend

Cole’s nicknames are Jun-Jun and Co-Co, once again by my Filo friend

Zane Julien

Norwegian

He’s a nindroid and has only one parent so he’s the one who is not mixed among my HCs (sorry guys I am surrounded by mixed people)

Julien is the French spelling for “Julian”, which was my original HC for Zane, but Norwegian makes more sense with his element

Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon

Chinese-Japanese-Irish

Garmadon is Chinese-Japanese, while Misako is mixed Irish-Japanese

So this guy is 50% Japanese, 25% Chinese and 25% Irish (well actually ¼ Dragon, ¼ Oni, ½ Human)

Montgomery actually has French origins, but the blond hair-green eye genes make more sense to me as Irish

I originally had Lloyd as 50% Chinese as it made more sense to me physical traits-wise but I realise half-Japanese, half-Chinese makes more sense for half-Oni (Japanese folklore) and half-Dragon (most associated with Chinese culture)

I think their lineage would be pretty “noble” and in my head Wu can speak Mandarin and Cantonese

It was hard for me to find a Chinese name for Lloyd but I like 旭辉 (Xùhuī) which roughly translates to “splendor/brilliance of the rising sun” (I stole it off of Reddit LMFAO but I DID fact check with a Chinese dictionary and my friend)

While this didn’t make it into the final design, I like the HC of Lloyd having Filo blood because it can be supported with his full name (I am tempted now just for more SEA rep…)

Pixal Borg

Korean-Eritrean*

I know she’s a nindroid with a single parent as well but… leave me alone I just like mixed people

*Cyrus strikes me as a Korean guy honestly, but I love seeing Pixal designs with twisted locs or butterfly locs so I just had to agree with this popular HC

I’ve briefly thought about giving Cyrus a love interest a few times before and they’ve always looked African in my head, so there’s a possible explanation to Pixal’s physical human appearance being vaguely Blasian-looking

Skylor Rose Chen Ziyan

Chinese-Korean

Chen is a Chinese name, so that side of Skylor is from Master Chen

Korean comes from Skylor’s mother, who I’ve briefly created but definitely need to develop more (her name is Sunhye)

Singaporean-Chinese people (my friends at least) usually name their kids this way: “(Optional English name)(Father’s family name)(Chinese given name)”

Her second name being Rose has a link to her mother (though it did start with just design/aesthetic reasons, Prime Gen (the Ninja’s parents and all) called Sunhye “Rose” as a nickname)

Her Chinese name is 紫嫣 (zǐyān) which is derived from the idiom “beautiful purples and brilliant reds”

To be more specific, I think Chen would be from Hong Kong so Skylor can speak Cantonese along with Mandarin (though she knows a bit of Singaporean Hokkien as well!)

It was even harder for me to decide on a Chinese name for Skylor as, as much as I wanted something with a profound and poetic meaning, Chen seems like the kind of parent that would prioritise his goals and ambitions for his daughter

^^So I tried to follow along that and pick a name that has a powerful/prosperous meaning as Chen would focus more on traits like that compared to character or personality. I had a decent number of options and I’m still not 100% satisfied as I wanted something more “success!!!”-like but Ziyan is quite beautiful

Chinese names are usually given by elders or picked/created by fortune tellers/grandmasters, so this definitely is not the best! It is its own art though and I loved learning about it

I like the Wasian Skylor HC as well but Skylor feels full East-Asian to me

Lula Aziz

Mixed Moroccan-Thai-Syrian

Another stupidly insane mix I’ve done but I KNOW SOMEONE LIKE THIS STAY WITH ME NOW

She gets Moroccan-Syrian-Thai from Leila’s side (her mum), and her biological father was originally Thai-Greek (just looks like a (unfortunately) good-looking white man though)

Thai is highlighted because it exists on both sides, since the Aziz family history is in Stiix and that city is mostly Thailand/Vietnamese-inspired in my HCs

Lula doesn’t like her bio father so she wouldn’t mention him; that doesn’t erase the vaguely European (Greek ancestry) in her though

Bonus HC: Ronin (her godfather) is Irish to me. His full name is Ronin O’Rourke in my AUs (stolen from the same friend who is insanely mixed like Lula)

Lula is supposed to look ambiguously “hard-to-pinpoint” MENA/Mediterranean (something she gets from me) which is why she has Moroccan, Syrian, and Greek in her

ALSO SIDE HC: I've always read Lula's lines in a (butchered) British accent for some reason so I think she'll have a soft Brummie accent mixed with the usual Estuary English (that's about 2 of the 3 British accents I can attempt LMAO not much to work with)

HEHEHE I know all of them except Zane aren’t “pureblood-one-ethnicity” but that’s because I’m a mixed person surrounded by many very-mixed people! Cole and the Fierro-Chua Siblings are definitely the ones I projected onto the most. In my head, I feel like Ninjago City would have some elements of Singapore which is why this cast is predominantly Asian. I don’t see SEA represented much in Ninjago HCs which doesn’t make sense to me considering there’s some SEA elements in the show itself! So I decided to be that person.

Hope y’all like it! (Indian Cole is the only right answer and I’ll die on the Peranakan Kai and Nya hill)

[whateverrrrgirl]

I just recently got into Vampire The Masquerade and I finished Season 1 of New York by Night on YouTube. (I know it’s not exactly a new release lol).

I just started season 2 and quickly realized it was all different players/characters. Do we ever get Issac, Fuego, Serif, and Ray reunited? I feel like their story was just getting started!

[esuemmanuel]

It is not sadness when I write… it is nostalgia when I look at what I am today and what I will never be again. It is to see my soul stained, broken and extinguished, without the fire that burned it when I took the pen and, on the page, devoured it. It is to find myself so alone, under a sorrowful moon, without a ray of light, without a drop of madness, without a flower to be moistened by the thirst of my fingers or lips to name my silences with desire. I am finished. I'm sorry.

No es tristeza al escribir… es nostalgia al mirar lo que hoy soy y lo que ya no seré jamás. Es verme con el alma mancillada, rota y apagada, sin el fuego que la quemaba al tomar la pluma y, en la hoja, devorarla. Es encontrarme tan solo, bajo una luna apesadumbrada, sin un rayo de luz, sin una gota de locura, sin una flor que se humedezca por la sed de mis dedos ni unos labios que nombren con deseo mis silencios. Estoy acabado. Lo siento.

[mizu-chin]

Yes My Lord "The Hidden Song"

*English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes*

The morning was calm at the Phantomhive mansion. The sun began to rise on the horizon, casting golden rays through the tall windows, creating a spectacle of light and shadow in the elegant corridors. It was early, and the mansion was enveloped in an almost sacred silence. S/n, who had been awake for some time, was in the armory room, cleaning her daggers.

With meticulous movements, she slid the cloth over the blades, making them shine under the soft light. As she worked, she began to sing softly, almost without noticing. Her voice, clear and melodious, filled the room with the lyrics of the song.

"Cae la noche, me está buscando Hay luna llena y las loba' estamo' cazando Caí en el party, humo volando Di un par de paso' y vi que me estabas mirando..."

Sebastian, always attentive, was passing through the corridor near the armory. The sound of S/n's voice caught his attention, making him stop. He silently approached the slightly open door, curious and enchanted. He had never heard S/n sing before, and the softness of her voice combined with the intensity of the lyrics surprised him.

"Oh, te acercaste y me pediste Fuego pa' encenderte un blunt Ni lo pensé Te lo saqué de la boca, lo prendí y te dije que..."

She sang with a passion and rhythm that Sebastian did not expect. The words flowed naturally, and he could feel the emotion in each verse. There was something captivating in the way she moved, even while performing a simple task like cleaning her daggers. He stood there, immobile, almost hypnotized by the scene.

"Detrás del humo no se ve, no, no se ve Acerquémono' un poquito, que te quiero conocer Te lo muevo en HD, un perreo HP Una hora, dos botellas y directo pa'l hotel..."

Sebastian entered the room silently, his steps inaudible. He leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on S/n. She was so immersed in the music that she did not immediately notice his presence. He observed her every movement, from the way she cleaned the daggers to how her lips moved as she sang. There was a natural sensuality and strength in her performance that left him fascinated.

"Dá calor quando chega perto de mim Que vontade de sentar em você Faz aquele jeito do macentin' Mírame, y hágale Por trás da fumaça tu sarra em mim Tomamos três goles de prazer Olha nos olhos, olha nos ojos, ah..."

S/n finally noticed Sebastian's presence when she lifted her gaze and saw him watching her. She abruptly stopped singing, a look of surprise crossing her face.

"Sebastian," she said, putting the dagger aside. "I didn't know you were there."

He smiled softly, stepping out of the shadows. "Forgive me for interrupting, Miss S/n. Your voice is... enchanting. I didn't know you could sing."

She shrugged, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "It's just something I like to do to pass the time. It helps me relax."

"I must say, it was a pleasant surprise," he commented, approaching her. "The lyrics of the song are quite... intense."

S/n laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Yes, it's a song I like. It has an energy that makes me feel alive." Sebastian watched her for a moment, his gaze intense.

"You have many talents, S/n. Every day I discover something new about you." She looked at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of challenge and curiosity. "And you, Sebastian? Do you ever allow yourself to be surprised?"

He smiled enigmatically. "Rarely. But I must admit, you manage to do so more than most." There was a palpable tension between them, something that went beyond words. Sebastian, always controlled and calculating, felt something new and disconcerting.

S/n, for her part, perceived a vulnerability in him that she had never seen before. She stepped closer, her eyes fixed on his. "Perhaps you should allow yourself to be surprised more often. It can be... invigorating."

He tilted his head, the smile still present, but his eyes showing a depth of emotion he rarely revealed. "Perhaps you're right, S/n. Perhaps I should."

In that moment, the invisible barrier that existed between them began to dissolve. It wasn't just attraction or mutual respect, but something deeper. A recognition that, despite their differences, there was something that connected them in a way they were both still learning to understand. As the sun continued to rise in the sky, casting a golden glow over them, S/n and Sebastian stood in silence, a mutual understanding growing between them. It was the beginning of something new, something that promised to change not only the dynamics between them but also the very essence of the Phantomhive mansion.

[jussara-the-wolf-oficial1]

English:

Turbo Ocs info :D

Dazzer/ deanna

Gender: female

Favorite food: lasagna (w/o salt obviously xd)

Family: Donnie/boomerang (little brother) parents doesnt show

Likes/loves: fireworks, her lil bro, f.a.s.t team, races

Hates: cheating on races, Fusion (why? I dont even know-)

First name on her beta design: Mushromey

Number of racer: 33

Fun fact 1: she has an obsesion with fireworks

Fun fact 2: she and her family are russians, but they traveled for accident like stowaways when she was a baby, when they got to Los Angeles the plant they were was set on a pyrotecnic store, there, the child of the storekeeper adopted them, years later, Donnie was born (that is also how Dazzy got her love for fireworks)

Fun fact 3: no one knows why Fuse and her hate eachother, but everytime they see by chance, they insult or hit eachother

Best friends: skidmark and white shadow

Donnie/ boomerang

Gender: male

Favorite food: ???

Family: parents doesn't show, deanna/dazzer

Likes/loves: his family, adventures

Hates: ???

First name on his beta design: Mirzoo (im planning to make another oc)

Fun fact: he at first is shy and likes his own space, but once you know him well you find out that he is just as hyperactive as her big sister, if you dont belive it ask deuce

Fun fact 2: one time he found his sister and a snail (fusion) fighting, but when he approached he asked "is that your boyfriend?", Dazzer and Fuse were obviously disgusted, but she said "no no, just- go play-" and when Don got away they continued fighting

Best friends: Edvard, Baxtor, Singe and Deuce

Ray-z

Gender: male

Favorite food: lettuce with cucumber

Family:???

Likes/loves: astronomy

Hates: his team, his work (he is the medic of f.a.j.i.t.a) his leader, his birthmark on the eye, so, almost everything

Real name: unknown

Fun fact: he wanted to study the stars, but he cant so he became a medic, he hates it

Best friend: surprisively, he has only one a friend! His friend is Charlie

Dakota

Specie: jumping spider

Gender: female

Favorite food: pizza crust

Family: ???

Gf: Hayaku (oc x canon yippee, it was a dare xd)

Likes/loves: her gf, riding skateboards, races

Hates: frogs, toads, chameleons (she has a trauma with them), cheating on skateboards

Fun fact: her first design was a moth

Fun fact 2: you at first can think she comes from North or South Dakota because of her name, but she really is from Kentucky!

Fun fact 3: she wanted to be on the gang of the garden spiders of the tomato garden, but she was excluded, so she lives closer of the city

Fun fact 4: in her free time, she rides skateboard with the other snails on the skateboard park, they arent disturbed of her presence

Fun fact 5: one of the biggest surprises of the town was that the skateboard jumping spider was on a relationship with Hayaku (im still planning on how i can make the story of how they become girlfriends)

Best friends: white shadow, the snails at the skateboard park and thora

(Im not making the info of Kike, Harian and Xuxa because they are my friend's ocs, so she has to make their info)

Español:

Deslumbre (catsellano)/ Dinamita (latino)

Género: femenino

Comida favorita: lasaña (sin sal obviamente xd)

Familia: Donnie/boomerang (hermano menor), los padres no aparecen.

Le gusta/ama: los fuegos artificiales, su hermano pequeño, el equipo f.a.s.t, las carreras.

Odia: hacer trampas en las carreras, Fusion (¿por qué? Ni siquiera lo sé)

Primer nombre en su diseño beta: Mushromey

Número de corredor: 33

Dato curioso 1: tiene una obsesión con los fuegos artificiales.

Dato curioso 2: ella y su familia son rusos, pero viajaron por accidente como polizones cuando ella era una bebe, cuando llegaron a Los Angeles la planta en la que estaban estaba puesta en una tienda pirotécnica, ahí, el hijo del tendero los adoptó, años después, nació Donnie (así también fue como Dina/Deslu obtuvo su amor por los fuegos artificiales)

Dato curioso 3: nadie sabe por qué Fuse y ella se odian, pero cada vez que se ven por casualidad, se insultan o se golpean.

Mejores amigos: Derrapon y Sombra

Donnie/bomerang

Género: masculino

Comida favorita: ???

Familia: los padres no aparecen, deanna/dazzer

Le gusta/ama: su familia, las aventuras.

Odia: ???

Primer nombre en su diseño beta: Mirzoo (estoy planeando hacer otro oc)

Dato curioso: al principio es tímido y le gusta su propio espacio, pero una vez que lo conoces bien, descubres que es tan hiperactivo como su hermana mayor. Si no lo crees, pregúntale a Deuce.

Dato curioso 2: una vez encontró a su hermana y a un caracol (fusión) peleando, pero cuando se acercó preguntó "¿ese es tu novio?", Dinamita y Fuse obviamente estaban disgustados, pero ella dijo "no no, solo- ve a jugar-" y cuando Don se fue continuaron peleando

Mejores amigos: Edvard, Baxtor, Singe y Deuce

Rayos-z

Género: masculino

Comida favorita: lechuga con pepino

Familia:???

Le gusta/ama: la astronomía

Odia: su equipo, su trabajo (es el médico de f.a.j.i.t.a), su líder, su marca de nacimiento en el ojo, así que, casi todo.

Nombre real: desconocido

Dato curioso: quería estudiar las estrellas, pero no puede, así que se convirtió en médico. Lo odia.

Mejor amigo: ¡sorprendentemente, solo tiene un amigo! Su amigo es Charlie.

dakota

Especie: araña saltadora

Género: femenino

Comida favorita: masa de pizza

Familia: ???

Gf: Hayaku (oc x canon ¡yuju!, fue un reto xd)

Le gusta/ama: su novia, andar en patineta, las carreras.

Odia: las ranas, los sapos, los camaleones (tiene un trauma con ellos), hacer trampa en las patinetas.

Dato curioso: su primer diseño fue una polilla.

Dato curioso 2: al principio puedes pensar que viene de Dakota del Norte o del Sur por su nombre, ¡pero en realidad es de Kentucky!

Dato curioso 3: ella quería estar en la pandilla de las arañas del jardín de tomates, pero...Fue excluida, por eso vive más cerca de la ciudad.

Dato curioso 4: en su tiempo libre, anda en patineta con los otros caracoles en el parque de patinetas, a ellos no les molesta su presencia.

Dato curioso 5: una de las mayores sorpresas del la ciudad era que la araña saltadora de patinetas tenía una relación con Hayaku (todavía estoy planeando cómo puedo hacer la historia de cómo se convirtieron en novias)

Mejores amigos: Sombra, los caracoles del parque de patinetas y Thora

(No voy a poner la info de Kike, Harian y Xuxa porque son los ocs de mi amiga, asi que ella tiene que poner su info)

[jartita-me-teneis]

"Cuando me gradué de la escuela secundaria, no teníamos dinero. No podía ir a la universidad, así que fui a la biblioteca tres días a la semana durante 10 años".

- Ray Bradbury

Raymond Douglas Bradbury (nació en Waukegan, Illinois, EE.UU., el 22 de agosto de 1920-Los Ángeles, California, 5 de junio de 2012. Fue un escritor, guionista, argumentista, poeta, prosista, novelista, cuentista, dramaturgo y escritor de ciencia ficción, fantasía y terror estadounidense.

Su familia se mudó varias veces desde su lugar de origen hasta establecerse, finalmente, en Los Ángeles, California, en 1934. A partir de entonces, Bradbury fue un ávido lector durante toda su juventud y un escritor aficionado. Se graduó de Los Angeles High School en 1938, pero no pudo asistir a la universidad por razones económicas.

Para ganarse la vida, comenzó a vender periódicos de 1938 a 1942. Además, se propuso formarse de manera autodidacta pasando la mayor parte de su tiempo en la biblioteca pública leyendo libros y, en ese periodo, comenzó a escribir sus primeros cuentos. Sus trabajos iniciales los vendió a revistas y, así, a comienzos de 1940, algunos de estos fueron compilados en Dark Carnival en 1947. Finalmente, se estableció en California, donde residió y continuó su producción hasta su fallecimiento.

Bradbury escribió cuentos y novelas de diversos géneros, desde el policial hasta el realista y costumbrista, pero se le conoce como un escritor clásico de la ciencia ficción por Crónicas marcianas (1950), que cuenta sobre los seis primeros viajes a Marte y su posterior colonización. También, trabajó como argumentista y guionista en numerosas películas y series de televisión, entre las que cabe destacar su colaboración con John Huston en la adaptación de Moby Dick para la película homónima que este dirigió en 1956. Además, escribió poemas y ensayos.

Murió el 5 de junio de 2012 a la edad de noventa y un años en Los Ángeles, California, EE.UU. A petición suya, su lápida funeraria, en el Cementerio Westwood Village Memorial Park, lleva el epitafio: «Autor de Fahrenheit 451». Existe un asteroide llamado (9766) Bradbury en su honor.

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Fahrenheit 451

Ray Bradbury

[Fragmento]

"Constituía un placer especial ver las cosas consumidas, ver los objetos ennegrecidos y cambiados. Con la punta de bronce del soplete en sus puños, con aquella gigantesca serpiente escupiendo su petróleo venenoso sobre el mundo, la sangre latía en la cabeza y sus manos eran las de un fantástico director tocando todas las sinfonías del fuego y de las llamas para destruir los guiñapos y ruinas de la Historia. Con su casco simbólico en que aparecía grabado el número 451 bien plantado sobre su impasible cabeza y sus ojos convertidos en una llama anaranjada ante el pensamiento de lo que iba a ocurrir, encendió el deflagrador y la casa quedo rodeada por un fuego devorador que inflamó el cielo del atardecer con colores rojos, amarillos y negros. El hombre avanzó entre un enjambre de luciérnagas. Quería, por encima de todo, como en el antiguo juego, empujar a un malvavisco hacia la hoguera, en tanto que los libros, semejantes a palomas aleteantes, morían en el porche y el jardín de la casa; en tanto que los libros se elevaban convertidos en torbellinos incandescentes y eran aventados por un aire que el incendio ennegrecía.

(...)

Se vio en los ojos de ella, suspendido en dos brillantes gotas de agua, oscuro y diminuto, pero con mucho detalle; las líneas alrededor de su boca, todo en su sitio, como si los ojos de la muchacha fuesen dos milagrosos pedacitos de ámbar violeta que pudiesen capturarle y conservarle intacto. El rostro de la joven, vuelto ahora hacia él, era un frágil cristal de leche con una luz suave y constante en su interior. No era la luz histérica de la electricidad, sino... ¿Qué? Sino la agradable, extraña y parpadeante luz de una vela".

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[nomada-de-libros]

Fahrenheit 451.

—Ray Bradbury.

Sinopsis: Fahrenheit 451: la temperatura a la que el papel arde. Guy Montag es un bombero, y el trabajo de un bombero es quemar libros, que están prohibidos porque son causa de discordia y sufrimiento. El Sabueso Mecánico del Departamento de Incendios, armado con una letal inyección hipodérmica y escoltado por helicópteros, está preparado para rastrear a los disidentes que aún conservan y leen libros. 

Reseña: En Inglaterra está prohibido leer. 

Cualquiera que toque un libro va a ser penado por la ley. Cualquiera que quiera leer está loco. ¿Por qué someterte a lo que está escrito entre páginas estúpidas que fueron escritas hace muchos años? ¿Por qué te someterías a meterte en un pasado que ya no existe? ¿Por qué intentarías ver más de lo que está en frente? La felicidad está acá y es tangible. La felicidad es hoy y es tuya. Te la estoy mostrando. La felicidad es esto. ¿Por qué lo cuestionarías? ¿Por qué no me creerías? ¿Por qué no te conformarías? ¿Por qué me desobedecerías? ¿Por qué te molestarías en pensar? 

Que la gente piense no le ayuda jamás a un gobierno que te quiere hacer creer que no existen las flores blancas, entregándotelas bañadas en pintura roja. No sirve un pueblo pensante contra un gobierno que volvió monótono el día a día de sus ciudadanos, conformándolos con música y los chistes de la tele. Con electrodomésticos que piensan solos y paredes hechas de pantallas para que no te pierdas en ningún momento lo que ellos te convencieron que querés ver. Por supuesto que no conviene, el país está en guerra, ¿por qué querrías saber eso? ¿Por qué querrías ser así de infeliz? 

Montag es un bombero y se dedica a quemar libros junto a todos sus compañeros. Leer, tener en tus manos una simple hoja de papel está penado por la ley y todo el mundo lo sabe. Nadie se lo cuestiona. Aquel que abra la boca para contradecir es encerrado. 

Montag sentía placer al quemar. Hasta que se cruzó con su vecina, ella le habló de manera diferente a la que siempre escuchó hablar. Él la escuchó de una manera nueva, de la que jamás pudo escuchar. Y entonces fue el fuego interno el que lo consumió. 

El despertar de un ser humano ante su cotidianidad. El porqué de lo que hace. El hurgar en un pasado en el que las cosas eran diferentes. La rebelión contra los que creyó que eran sus principios. Ir al contrario a su profesión. ¿Cómo? Si él era tan feliz. ¿Lo era? No, en realidad no. 

Una novela intensa, 200 páginas de insatisfacción, de búsquedas de respuestas, giros completamente inesperados, realidad, tristeza y esperanza. En estas 200 páginas está ese único paso entre la ignorancia y el mundo real, el que nos presentaron, el que vivimos, ese en el que crecimos, el que inventaron para nosotros, el que creímos conocer. 

Un pobre domesticado que por un segundo pudo levantar la cabeza para mirar a los ojos a quién no lo dejaba ponerse de pie. Y se preguntó por qué. 

Un mundo distópico. Nos situamos en un futuro, tal vez cercano, quizá falta mucho para él, no lo sabemos. En ningún momento tenemos indicio alguno qué tan cerca o lejos estamos. Pero si juzgamos abriendo un poquito los ojos alrededor, no estamos lejos, no estamos cerca. Ya estamos. 

[somosorigen]

Póster Oficial: Rebel Moon Parte 2… La Guerra Que Deja Marcas

[ace-maverick]

Silver Clouds with Grey Linings (Nozel Silva x Fuegoleon Vermillion)

Ooooo...another chapter update 👀. Please enjoy my rendition of Vermillion sibling squabbles! Note: This chapter contains some Spanish (with translations to English included). Spanish is my second language, so apologies if it's a bit shit.

~ace-maverick

Their relationship was one of ambiguous romance where neither pushed for labels and 'I love yous' were never exchanged instead settling for the obscurity of blurred lines. They enjoyed late-night rendezvous and quiet company without the strings of definition, prying society, and the freedom of other partners.

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or

Fuegoleon and Nozel have been in an ambiguous relationship for fifteen years. When Fuegoleon is incapcitated for six months after the assault on the Royal Capital by the Eye of the Midnight Sun and Nozel refuses to visit him, he recieves three chance encounters to convince him otherwise.

or

A character study on how two idiots define a fifteen-year, ambigious relationship.

Chapter 5: Hermanito, Your Boyfriend's Here

Fuegoleon slept until roughly eleven the next morning. Coupled by the flood of morning rays bathing him in warmth and a sharp raking in his chest, he stirred awake with a low groan. His eyelids fluttered open, squinting against the brightness as his eyes struggled to adjust only to be assaulted by Mereoleona and Leopold loitering by his bedside.

Fuegoleon registered a glimpse of gaudy crimson curtains from his peripheral and a cross breeze characterized by Mereoleona opening his windows like she did when they were children to rouse him. He was back at his bed chamber in the Vermillion Estate. Much comfier and ostentatious than the sterile whiteness of the Crimson Lion King infirmary, not that he was objecting.

"Took ya long enough to wake up dumbass," Mereoleona scoffed, a prideful grin plastered on her face, the reflection off her canine tooth practically blinding Fuegoleon.

"Ouch," Fuegoleon grumbled feebly, reaching up to soothe where Mereoleona had ground her fist into his chest to wake him, sparing her a cross glare. She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and slumping down to his level dramatically.

"Oh, don't be such a baby," Mereoleona snorted, dripping with mockery. "Maybe if you hadn't pushed yourself like we've been telling you, then you wouldn't be back in bed, dickface."

"Dickface? That's a new one," Fuegoleon jested, voice gravely, hoarse, and dry with sleep.

"Oh, shaddup!" Mereoleona snapped, though the corner of her mouth twitched with amusement. "You're lucky I didn't come in swinging."

Fuegoleon smirked despite himself, shifting to rest on his left elbow. "Yeah, lucky me."

Fuegoleon redirected his gaze to Leopold bouncing on his heels in excitement, a bright, infectious grin beaming across his youthful face — not as youthful as it had been six months ago though — while unshed tears glistened at the corner of his eyes. He had sprouted up a few inches, the baby fat on his cheeks smoothing out to a sharper jawline, and the fringe from his bangs nearly covered his eyes, and —

Fuegoleon readjusted himself to sit upright, igniting his fire arm only to be greeted by a firm smack upside the head.

"¡Ay! (Ow!)" Fuegoleon protested.

"¡Nada de usar tu brazo de fuego, idiota! ¡Vas a drenar todo tu maldito maná de nuevo! (No using your fire arm, you ass! You're going to drain all your damn mana again!)" Mereoleona admonished him.

Fuegoleon and Mereoleona continued to squabble in Spanish, the tears welling in Leopold's eyes drying up as he blinked in confusion. Those two always argued; it was like bickering was their love language. But Leopold particularly detested when they argued in another language. He could never follow their fast-slung, barbed insults and jumbled way of speaking Spanish. From the number of times he heard Spanish delivered in an aggressive and brash manner, he would have thought it was a barbaric language, not a romance language.

His face twisted into a pout. He crossed his arms and pursed his lips as his brow furrowed in frustration. Mustering up the bit of Spanish he knew, he stamped his feet like a petulant child. "¡Oye! Stop it! (Hey! Stop it!)"

Fuegoleon and Mereoleona ceased their arguing, each turning to a brooding, discontent Leopold. Fuegoleon smiled sheepishly, waving an apologetic left hand. Mereoleona cackled, clutching her stomach and slapping her knee as she knelt against the bed, keeling over in laughter. Fuegoleon and Leopold exchanged a puzzled look while Mereoleona continued to wheeze at Fuegoleon's bedside.

"Whhaaatttt?..." Leopold whined, pouting further, slumping into himself.

"It's just —" another wheeze and a muted cackle. "It's — ha, ha, ha...ahhhh," Mereoleona breathed a sigh of relief, sitting on her ass and arranging her legs to rest her chin on her knee. "I haven't had a laugh that good in six months. And bro, you're Spenglish is fucking hysterical. Especially your one word of Spanish," she emphasized with a raised index finger, struggling to contain a chuckle behind her other hand.

Leopold whipped his head around so fast his braid smacked him square in the face as he barked a firm '¡Cállate! (Shut up!)'.

"Ohhh...I stand corrected. Two words, smartass," Mereoleona grinned, narrowing her eyes as she leaned in teasingly, she held up two fingers this time. "Look at you, all bilingual now." She chuckled again, but her laughter was lighter this time, her earlier outburst slowly subsiding into an amused smirk.

Fuegoleon sighed and shook his head, "Mereoleona, you're going to give him a complex," he muttered, swiping at a stray hair that had fallen in his eyes. Mereoleona stood up, brushing loose fuzzies from Fuegoleon's carpet off her pants.

Leopold, flushed from the teasing, crossed his arms over his chest tighter and scowled. "I am trying to learn, okay? It's not that easy!"

"I know it ain't," Mereoleona conceded, crossing to where Leopold was at the foot of Fuegoleon's bed, ruffling his hair playfully. Leopold swatted at her hand, shooing her back to Fuegoleon's bedside.

Before either of his siblings could stir up another ruckus, Fuegoleon interjected, waving Leopold over to his bedside. Leopold perched onto the right side of his mattress. Fuegoleon posed the wordless question by pointing to the red diamond burned onto his own forehead, referencing the matching diamond imprinted on Leopold's.

"Oh that," Leopold responded sheepishly, fussing with his bangs to conceal the diamond.

"You shoulda seen him," Mereoleona started slyly, placing a knowing hand on Leopold's right shoulder, "He was going on about how he was going to surpass his big brother and become the next Wizard King and then boldly declared that he and Asta were rivals," she snickered, showing her teeth in a devilish grin. "You know how that goes—he talks a big game, but can he really back it?" She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Honestly, I thought I'd burst out laughing when Asta challenged him right back, all wide-eyed and earnest. It's like watching a puppy try to take on a lion!"

Leopold glared daggers at her, his lips pressed together in a thin line. "You mean you heard," Leopold mumbled sulking into himself, a blush creeping up his neck as he drummed his fingers against Fuegoleon's sheets. "You weren't actually there, Mereo," he defended sheepishly.

"Doesn't mean, Charlotte's account wasn't accurate," Mereoleona quipped.

"Says who?" Leopold shot back.

"Says me," Mereoleona insisted with a triumphant grin.

"Shut up," Leopold muttered through gritted teeth, fingers digging into the sheets.

Mereoleona mocked him with a whinnying 'shut up' with Leopold blowing a raspberry back at her in response.

"Really?" Fuegoleon interrupted their quarrel, his face flashing with an expression that could only be described as dumbfoundingly curious.

"Well, mostly." Leopold did a one-eighty, rubbing the back of his head bashfully, a shy smile gracing his lips and a light pink tinting his cheeks as he chuckled softly.

Mereoleona rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips and heaving an exhausted sigh. It was clear Leopold had a favorite sibling, but she could not blame him when she had been absent most of his formative years.

"I honestly can't remember all that well," Leopold admitted, averting his gaze to his bare feet—they were civilized in House Vermillion and didn't wear shoes in their siblings' bedrooms—as he adjusted himself to sit cross-legged, pulling his braid in front of him to toy with.

"Well, it's awfully noble of you," Fuegoleon complimented. "You know what it means, right?" he asked. Leopold looked up at him with wide turquoise eyes. "You know what it means, right?!" Fuegoleon questioned, a little too panicked.

"Yes, I know what it means," Leopold sighed, flipping his braid back.

Leopold ears perked at a muttered 'thank goodness' under Fuegoleon's breath. "Heyyy, I wouldn't permanently scar my forehead, if I didn't know what it meant," he defended, pointing to the diamond burned onto his forehead.

Fuegoleon dismissed him with a rumbling low chuckle.

"Speaking of new revelations," Leopold started, an impish smirk appearing on his lips as he threw his head back toward his sister, shifting to rest his weight on his hands, "Are we not going to acknowledge that sister came out of her long retirement from the wilderness to assume the position of interim captain while you were incapacitated, brother?"

Fuegoleon caught on immediately, an equally impish smirk gracing his lips. "Oh yes, Leo. I believe you mentioned that too me briefly after our spat with Randall, right?"

"Of course, eh~...a-ne-ki?" Leopold threw the question at Mereoleona, parsing each emphasized syllable. Her expression twisted into an incredulous pout, but her tense shoulders and hair standing up like a startled cat betrayed her.

Mereoleona's eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "Don't push your luck, Leo," she warned, her voice dangerously low. The air around her seemed to sizzle, a faint heat radiating as if she might burst into flames at any moment.

Leopold grinned, clearly enjoying himself. "What? I think it's admirable you took on the responsibility, you know, for the family and all that." His smirk widened as he leaned forward on his hands. "It's not every day you leave the mountains to come play with us."

Mereoleona's nostrils flared, and for a moment, it looked like she might incinerate him on the spot. "I didn't 'come to play,' you brat. I stepped in because I had to. There was no way I was going to let some idiot take over the squad while Fuegoleon was out."

Leopold tilted his head, his smirk not fading. "Sure, sure. I mean, it's not like you've been completely out of the picture, right? I'm just saying, you looked good in the captain's cloak—almost like you missed it," he shrugged.

Her lip twitched. Fuegoleon, sensing Mereoleona's patience about to crack, decided to intervene before things got too out of hand. "You know, Mereo." Mereoleona redirected her gaze towards Fuegoleon, a sigh of tension leaving her body. "I've heard nothing but praise from the squad since I woke up. Albeit, it's only been like eighteen hours, but..." Fuegoleon drew his eyes down to his folded hands, fiddling with his thumbs as he paid his sister a compliment. "It speaks volumes when they hold you in such high esteem. I mean, I've been doing this shit for five years now, and it took me nearly a year and a half to win over the squad. Ya know, with all the nepotism allegations when Dad retired, it didn't matter that I'd been a Magic Knight for a decade—"

"And now they all worship at your motherfucking feet," Mereoleona smartmouthed, cocking her hip slightly.

"Well, yes...for lack of better phrasing," Fuegoleon admitted, smiling awkwardly. "Point is, I appreciated it, Mereo. You protected the Crimson Lions in my absence."

Mereoleona eyes softened at the praise, raising a hand to shield a flush dusting her cheeks as she diverted her gaze away from her brothers. "Well...thanks," she muttered behind her hand, coughing to clear the air and recovering with a brash, "Hmph. I don't need anyone's approval."

Leopold eyes flicked between his older siblings as they exchanged words. Ever the instigator, Leopold, undeterred, chuckled with a beaming smile, "Yeah, yeah, we all know you care deep down, aneki. You're just too proud to admit it."

Before Mereoleona could respond, her hand shot out, ruffling Leopold's hair with enough force to knock him off Fuegoleon's bed. "Keep talking, and I'll show you what I care about," she said with a grin, though the fondness in her eyes was unmistakable.

Leopold sputtered, trying to fix his disheveled hair, but his laughter echoed throughout the room, and Mereoleona could not help but crack a wise smile.

"Guess some things never change," Fuegoleon remarked, his eyes glinting with warmth as he watched his siblings.

"Shaddup," Mereoleona huffed, plopping onto his bed and pulling her brothers into an awkward bear hug. Fuegoleon relaxed in the embrace while Leopold struggled against the chokehold Mereoleona had on his neck, smacking her arm and calling 'uncle'. She loosened her arm around Leopold allowing him to settle against her shoulder.

Mereoleona's expression turned more somber and serious. "Neither of y'all are allowed to die, okay?"

"Mereo," Fuegoleon began concerned.

"I ain't going to bury my baby brothers," she insisted, whipping her head to stare at Fuegoleon, her face twisted with unease. "I'm the oldest, so I'm supposed to die first. And y'all ain't allowed to die before you're at least a hundred," she asserted, aggressively nodding her head as she squeezed them tighter.

"Aneki, why are you worrying about this?" Leopold questioned, kicking Mereoleona's shins to urge her to loosen her hold. "Neither of us is going to die anytime soon. I'm not even seventeen yet," he whined, punching Mereoleona's forearm.

"Geezus," she spat, relaxing her grip on Leopold while maintaining a firm hold on Fuegoleon. "Because this shithead"—she jutted her head toward Fuegoleon—"was incapacitated for six months. Made me act so goddamn outta character, being a captain and everything," she barked, a little too pridefully, with her nose upturned.

"I swear," Leopold sighed under his breath. "I ain't gonna die," he declared. "And when I do, it'll be from being a super old man like Great-Grandad. Now he was super old... and wrinkly." Leopold laughed, swinging his legs in amusement with Fuegoleon chuckling along.

"Aneki." Fuegoleon rarely addressed Mereoleona like that since they were children. She was surprised but attentive to hear his request. "Consider my six-month nap a misstep, okay?" he stressed with a weak smile reading 'I beg your mercy for my massive fuck up.'

"Very well," she relented with a listless sigh. "But if you go and pull some shit like that again, I'll beat your ass," she teased, a side smirk dancing on her lips as she elbowed him lightly in the gut. The playful jab was both a warning and a promise

"Alright," Fuegoleon replied, the corners of his mouth curling into a slight smile. He leaned back against the bed, contemplating how lucky he was to have such a chaotic but loyal sister.

"Besides, I'll be sticking around for a while," Mereoleona added, her voice softer now, as if she were revealing a secret. "You'll have to put up with me for longer than you think, so you better get used to it."

"Really?!" Leopold exclaimed, his eyes wide and mouth agape with surprise.

"What do you mean really, dorkus?!" Mereoleona shot back, her tone playfully mocking as she raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, you're out in the Grand Magic Zones most of the year, basking in the natural mana and hunting wild boar and shit," Leopold explained, his hands gesturing animatedly as he spoke. "So I just thought you would fuck off when it was convenient and go back to the woods," he trailed off with a moping lip.

"Don't assume, you asshole," Mereoleona replied sharply, her lighthearted demeanor slipping just a little. She tilted her head, locking eyes with him. "You don't know what my motives are."

"Why shouldn't I assume when you weren't there for my entire childhood?" Leopold pouted, crossing his arms, the hurt in his voice palpable.

"This again?" Mereoleona groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, this again," Leopold insisted firmly, faint angry tears shining in his eyes.

Mereoleona heaved a frustrated sigh. She pulled Leopold to her side, resting his head on her shoulder. "Listen...I did a lot of stupid shit as a teenager, and one of those things was not being in your childhood. But I'm here now and I'm going to be sticking around. So doesn't that count for something." For once Mereoleona was quiet, almost pleading, silently hoping she could mend the gap that had widened between them over the years.

"I suppose," he grumbled, though a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

A flash of silver and billow of a navy cape caught Mereoleona's eye from the open bedroom door. Nozel motherfucking Silva. He must've taken her advice to heart. Ever the matchmaker and meddler in her brother's love life, she cracked her knuckles, linking her fingers and stretching her arms above her head, a wicked grin replacing her soft smile.

"Oye, hermanito. Tu novio está aquí para verte (Hey, baby brother. Your boyfriend is here to see you)," Mereoleona teased, chortling behind her hand.

"¡¿Quu-eé?! ¡¿De qué estás hablando?!(Wha-what?! What are you talking about?!)" Fuegoleon panicked, an indescribable red exploding across his face. Hearing Nozel's name was dizzying. He couldn't see him right now, especially with how they had left things before he fell into his coma.

"Nozel está aquí (Nozel is here)," she deadpanned then checked back to the door where she saw Nozel's hands waving no frantically. "Además, no parecías estar tan nervioso cuando estabas encima de él ayer, permíteme recordarte (Besides, you didn't seem to be this nervous when you were all over him yesterday, may I remind you.)," she chastised, an index finger pressed to squarely to her cunning grin. She loved fanning the flames.

"¡Esa fue la adrenalina hablando! (That was the adrenaline talking!)," Fuegoleon pleaded as Mereoleona stood up to depart, dusting off her pants and pulling Leopold along.

"C'mon Leo." Mereoleona patted him on the back, signaling for them to exit.

"What? But why?" Leopold exclaimed. "I wanna stay with aniue longer," he whined, sulking like a petulant child, crossing his arms and pouting his lower lip.

"Leo," she scolded. It took him a moment to piece two and two together, what with the limited Spanish he knew. But 'novio' meant 'boyfriend' and Nozel was Nozel so — "Oh, Ohhhh—bye aniue." Leopold bounced onto his feet following Mereoleona as they made their way to the open door, exchanging mischievous, knowing smirks as Fuegoleon called after them in a panic, still uselessly confined to his bed.

"¡No lo jodas! (Don't fuck it up!)" Mereoleona wished as she disappeared behind the door.

[innytoes]

Inny rewatches JATP 4-6

Episode 4:

-Okay so this school has: a swim team (mentioned at the rally) and lacrosse team, cheerleaders, special FURRY cheerleaders, and a marching band. Dances in the middle of the week. Who the fuck is funding this school?

-I've decided I'm going full rarepair and I ship Nick with That Poor Boy Whose Sticks Julie Steals.

-When the boys write Hello Bobby on the mirror, the y has the little Sunset Curve swoop.

Episode 5:

-Willie enjoying the show while also saying hi to all his ghost club coworker pals never stops being good.

-Having fun going through the parts I've matched a million times and noticing all the little details. Did you know the bottoms of Caleb's shoes are shiny purple? I can just see him at his desk with a bottle of shimmering nail polish.

-Also spotted some some ladies dancing together. Dante and Fuego have competition. Let's go lesbians!

-The tiniest little nod when Alex asks Caleb to let Willie know he was looking for him and you're like: GAY ACCEPTANCE. HE'S BEEN WHERE YOU ARE. MY FEELS.... and then like 5 seconds later you're reminded Caleb is still a soulstealing evil bastard.

Episode 6:

-Still not over who the hell planned a dance on a school night. Julie missed THREE CLASSES? And then all those people going to Carrie's after party... I'm sure she wasn't the only one who overslept.

-Luke and his sadness flannel and the chocolate cake and I'm not crying my eyes are just sweating.

-Ray you know I love you but babe what is that hat. Please, sir. No.

-Also it is my personal belief that Ray went to Eats and Beats to see Carrie because he knows her fucking dad won't and even though she and Julie aren't friends anymore he wants there to be an adult who supports her.