#shut up sido

[6do100je]

alright i think that's enough silly and stupid henriam that despite all the mean shit they say and do to each other it's all for the shits and giggles because at the end of the day they're each other's bestest friends and they know each other so well that they can do all of that and they're the guy they'll always turn to

time to go back to resentful and codependent drake whose first experience of a deep friendship are each other that they don't know how to act in order to keep the other by their side because they believe acknowledging who they really are will tear them apart so they don't but it happens anyway and in the process tear each other apart as well

[oury-boros]

on episode two of silicon valley. i hate to say this but its really overwhelming to carnally need this many characters at once

[babygirl-riley]

Stains

Simon always hated stains but blood that came from you was the worst type.

Warnings: blood, violance, torture, mentions of rape, swearing

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst list

How did you both get here? Being tied across from each other surrounded by cement walls. Chained to chairs that were hooked to the floor. One single light hanging above both of you. Simon thought about how you both were surrounded, you were shot in the shoulder.

He didn’t even notice the man behind him as he got knocked out. He woke up with a cold water splashed on his face. His face was bare. No mask. Simon glared at the three men in the room then his eyes landed on you.

You were looking at him worry written on your face. “Where is your captain?” One of the men said next to you, his Mexican accent thick.

Both of you didn’t say anything, you looked at Simon. “Come on,” he said grabbing the back of your head pulling back. Simon tried not to move when he did that, you just grunted and glared at the man. “What about Alejandro?”

Nothing. Simon’s mind started to race, they both couldn’t say anything, they both were trained to withstand torture. However, he was afraid for you. Simon wanted to break out and protect you, have them not hurt you.

His teeth were yellow as yellow could be while his smile plastered his face. His hand running down your neck, you shuffled hard having his hand get away for a moment. “Chica bonita que no ha sido tocada por un tiempo.”

Ghost glared at the man standing near him. He caught certain words in that sentence. “parece que.” The man that had a hold of you.

“Fuck off.” You said spitting at the one near you.

Ghost watched as the three walked towards you. Ghost shuffled a bit. “Ah riling him up boys.” One of the said taking a knife out.

Ghost glared he couldn’t say anything if he did they would make you scream. Which who knew what could happen. He slide the knife down your throat before stopping at your breasts. “Hermano I say we take her for,” His eyes darken. Ghost’s stomach dropped. “Out for a little bit.”

You knew what that meant. You closed your eyes, you have been told the cartel were not nice to women. That they did horrific things to them. “Si let’s start with that.”

You snapped your eyes up to Ghost shaking your head once. “Don’t your fucking touch her!” Ghost yelled his accent deeper.

They ignored him as they took her out of the chains and thrown around. You tried to fight before one of them dug his finger into your bullet hole. Next thing he knew you were gone, out of the room. Ghost yelled for you even when you were out of the room.

He heard you scream and cry to get off of you. He eventually heard water. Ghost closed his eyes trying to wiggle out more and more. Trying to vent out your screams. It was a couple hours before they dragged you back in, you were ragged clothes, blood was seeping through places. You were drenched.

They threw you in front of him, having you knelt down, as the ripped your head up to look at Ghost. His heart sunk. Your eyes was basically shut purple, your lips were cut and swollen, a deep cut on your cheek. You were awake, that’s all that mattered to him. He looked over your body, bruises already forming.

“I’m going to ask one more time fantasma,” He grabbed you hand placing them on his thigh. “Where is Alejandro?”

You shook your head. He pulled back making you make a small whimper. Ghost just looked at you, he was trying to think of anything else but this moment.

Maybe when you both went on a picnic, guiding him to the highest hill. In your pretty blue flower dress. Hair down. Smiling. The sun hitting your eyes making that pretty shimmer he loves. The way your warm lips pressed against his. How you…

“Ah!” You screamed snapping him out of it. Your finger was bent a non normal way.

Ghost shifted. “Enough!”

His grin was even more wider, making his stomach turn. “My hermanos and I could go for round two,” He said sliding his hand up to your neck. “If that’s what you mean.”

You whimpered as you looked away. Those fucking bastards. “Get your hand off of her.” He growled wiggling a bit more free.

The man pulled a large knife out pressing it in the side of you. “Tell me or your pretty lady will have blood spilled.”

Ghost pushed forward trying to get him to stop. He should say something. Say everything. But the look you have warning him to say nothing. “So difficult.” He pressed the knife into you, making your eyes wide and scream. He twisted the knife more and more in.

Ghost yelled for him to stop and tried to break out but the chains weren’t budging. You eventually stopped as he pulled it out. You were panting. Blood pooling out. He looked at Ghost before wiping your blood on his sweatshirt and face.

“You will fucking die,” Ghost whispered looking down at you in horror, your skin was becoming more pale. “I will GUT YOU!” He yelled back at him.

The man was about to say something until one of his other men came in. Explaining something. He growled before throwing you down. “This will only be a second.”

It was still on the room only the humming of the light. Ghost panted for a moment, before swallowing. Are you dead? You haven’t moved or even breathed in that matter. “Y/n,” He whispered wiggling more. “Come on baby.”

“Ghost.” You whispered softly. “Here,” You slowly rose up and handed him a small key, to his hands behind him, before laying back down, to the side of him. “Fucking bloke.”

Your breathing was heavy. Blood was seeping more and more out of your side. Ghost chuckled as he fumbled the lock before hearing the click he shoved the chains off. Working on his ankles. “Just stay awake beautiful.” He mumbled looking at the door and you.

He reached for you pushing you gently to see your face. You were awake, very weak, pulse almost not there. “Take me home Simon.” You whispered reaching to him.

Ghost’s body boiled as he reached for you. He promises as they leave he will kill and gut for what they did to you. For touching you. For making you bleed. Fuck the stain. He needs to get you out of here.

Ghost nodded picking you up bridal style. “Yes ma’am.”

[esuemmanuel]

For someone who is extremely sensitive, solitude is more attractive than anything else, because in solitude one is safe; there are no words or attitudes of others that hurt, that is why I love solitude and that is why I take care of it. It has never been easy for me to ignore others, that is why I prefer to exclude myself and shut myself away. In here, in my hiding place, no one touches me, no one reaches me and I don't bother anyone. Sometimes, I would like to stay here forever, just with myself and my imaginary friends; they will never make me feel bad. I don't know how I got here or how I managed not to disappear. I have been hurt by many things, many people, and yet I am still here, what am I looking for? what do I hope for? what do I want? what? "For many, solitude is sad. For me, the world is sad." In solitude you don't have to pretend anything, since you don't have to impress anyone, nor convince or be liked. In solitude you are simply you. Instantaneous, transparent, authentic, sincere and real, while in the world, in front of others, you always have to give in, and this means hiding, covering up, taking care of yourself, and pretending; pretending a lot, pretending just enough to "keep the party in peace". Actually, I don't like being approached by people, not when their intentions are not kind, let alone good. If you're going to approach me, do it with your heart in your hand. If not, don't even dare. And it's not a threat, it's just that… I do feel, I do hurt, I do care.

Para alguien extremadamente sensible es más atrayente la soledad que cualquier cosa, pues en ésta se está a salvo; no hay palabras ni actitudes ajenas que duelan, por eso amo la soledad y por eso la cuido.

Nunca ha sido fácil para mí ignorar a los demás, por eso prefiero excluirme y encerrarme. Aquí dentro, en mi escondite, nadie me toca, nadie me alcanza ni yo incomodo o molesto a nadie. A veces, quisiera quedarme aquí para siempre, solo conmigo y mis amigos imaginarios; estos nunca me harán sentir mal.

No sé cómo es que he llegado hasta aquí ni cómo le he hecho para no desaparecer. Me han dolido muchas cosas, mucha gente y, sin embargo, sigo aquí, ¿qué busco? ¿Qué espero? ¿Qué quiero? ¿Qué?

"Para muchos es triste la soledad. Para mí, es triste el mundo."

En soledad no tienes que aparentar nada, ya que a nadie tienes que impresionar, tampoco convencer o caer bien. En soledad eres, simplemente, tú. Instantáneo, transparente, auténtico, sincero y real, mientras que, en el mundo, frente a los demás, siempre tienes que ceder y esto conlleva ocultarte, cubrirte, cuidarte y fingir, fingir mucho, fingir lo suficiente para "mantener la fiesta en paz".

En realidad, no me gusta que se me acerque la gente, no cuando sus intenciones no son amables ni mucho menos buenas. Si vas a acercarte a mí, hazlo con el corazón en la mano. Si no, mejor ni te atrevas. Y no es amenaza, es que… yo sí siento, a mí sí me duele, a mí sí me importa.

[pablogavisgirl]

Broken Love

read part two ➸ here

Warnings; Angst (I love angst lol), a lot of Spanish, not proof read !!

People say love is pure, painful, sweet, and dreadful all at once. And they were right because love was what broke your friendship, love is what made you lose him.

Everyone knows not to fall for thier bestfriends, it only leads to heartbreak. But for some reason you thought you were above that rule, after all how could you not fall for your bestfriend when he was Pablo Gavi.

You and Gavi had been bestfriends since childhood, living next door to eachother, going to the same school, watching him play soccer with the neighborhood kids. You two were practically inseparable growing up.

The bond between Y/n and Gavi was so strong that it didn't even break when Gavi moved to Barcelona to start his professional career. They messaged and called all the time, they visited eachother when they had holidays. Nothing could break those two apart.

Or so they thought. Love. Love is what drove them apart. Love was a powerful thing that could bring people together or tear them apart, for Y/n and Gavi it tore them apart from one another, it was what destroyed their friendship of many years.

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

She couldn't believe it, she stared at her screen as the words "Felicitaciónes, has sido aceptada en la Universidad de Barcelona." (Congratulations you have been accepted the University of Barcelona) stared back at her. She didn't tell anyone, not even Gavi it was meant to be a surprise.

They had been separated for so long, and now they would be reunited once more. She was so excited she grabbed her phone and facetimed Gavi, he picked up after the third ring, she turned her camera allowing him to read off the screen.

His face turned serious, and that little wrinkle on his forehead that would always pop up when he was reading came to view, she could see Gavi's smile begin to form, the wrinkle disappearing.

"Felicidades, nena!" (Congratulations!) Gavi said estatic happy at the fact him and his bestfriend would be able to see eachother again through person and not just through a screen.

His smile never faded, as he heard her go on and on over how excited she was about getting to see him again, and how she should fly over to start seeing apartments. Gavi laughing at her rambling, offering he would go with her.

A week later, Y/n had arrived at Barcelona and was waiting for Gavi to show up at her hotel, she spotted the familiar green mini cooper pulling up. She got in closing the door, "Hola Pablito." (Hey Pablo) Kissing his cheek as usual, "Hola Pedri" (Hey Pedri) she said shaking his hand, "Hola, Y/n, ¿cómo has estado?" Pedri asked (Hey, Y/n, how have you been?"

Pedri wasn't dumb he was fully aware about Y/n's crush on Gavi. If anything Gavi was the dumb one who never seemed to realize it. It was so obvious to the blind eye, how Y/n would kill for him, it was so obvious that everytime Gavi talked her pupils would dilate and her full attention would go to him shutting out everyone else.

It was obvious to everyone but Gavi. Pedri had brought it up one night while they were playing FIFA at his apartment.

"Tío, ¿qué está pasando entre tú y Y/n?" Pedri asked Gavi, Gavi turing to look at him in confusion. (Brother whats going between you and Y/n?)

"¿Qué quieres decir?" Gavi said (What do you mean?)

"Quiero decir que ustedes som amigos cercanos, pero ¿alguna vez has pensado en ella de una manera romántica?" Pedri wondered. (I mean you two are pretty close right? Have you ever thought about her in a romantic way?)

"Uh, no, nunca he pensado en ella de esa manera." Gavi said focused on the game. (Uh, no, I've never thought about her in that way.)

¿Por qué preguntas?" Gavi asked. (Why'd you ask?)

"Damas." (Just because.)Pedri shrugged, mentally slapping Gavi on how dumb he could be. How could he not realize Y/n was practically inlove with him.

She would die for him, she would kill for him, she would go to hell for him. The love she had for him was noticable to the blind eye. The problem was Gavi was blind and couldn't see a good thing that was infront of him.

Pedri just hoped that Gavi would realize his feelings for her before some other guy came and took her from him.

They arrived to the apartments both Gavi and Y/n exiting the car saying their goodbyes to Pedri. Entering the building

"¿Qué te parece?" (What do you think?) Y/n asked Gavi, "Creo que es agradable, tenía una buena vista para ver la puesta de sol, ¿todavía te gusta verlos?" (I think its nice, it has a good view to watch sunsets. You still like to watch them?)

"Claro, si consigo este apartamento, ¿vendrás a verlos conmigo?" Y/n asked Gavi. (Of course, if I do get this apartment will you watch them with me?)

Back at home in Sevilla, watching the sunsets on the rooftop of her house was a regular occurrence between Y/n and Gavi.

It was there thing, something no one could take from them, it was their own personal bubble, that helped them forget from their worries.

"Por supuesto, sabes que no puedo decirte que no, nena." Gavi said kissing her forehead. (Of course, you know I can't say no to you.)

Y/n's chest tightened at the action, she knew it was only a interaction between friends. But what if it could be something more. It felt like something more.

She pushed the thoughts aside not wanting to be delusional over some harmless kiss. She knew she was in love with him she has been for a while now.

It was her 18th birthday, Gavi had flown to Sevilla to celebrate it with her. Her parents were away for business so she was alone.

He planned a little dinner with his family and her considering how much his parents loved Y/n and how close she and Aurora were.

"¡Feliz cumpleaños a ti!" (Happy birthday to you!) They sung to her as she was standing behind the cake, applauding as the song died down.

How thankful she was to atleast be spending it with people she loves and not alone, and she owed thanks to Gavi for throwing this for her.

"¡Oh, hija, no te preocupes, es tu cumpleaños, no deberías tener que ayudarme a limpiar!" Belen exclaimed, (Oh! Don't worry about it, its your birthday you shouldn't be helping me clean up!)

"¡En todo caso, debería ser Aurora y Pablo ayudándome a mí, no a ti!" (If anything it should be Pablo and Aurora helping me) She said looking out the window seeing them sitting down laughing outside.

"Entonces, Pablito y tú, ¿no pasa nada entre vosotros?" (So has nothing happened between you and Pablo?) Belen asked sitting down the plate she was cleaning. It caught you off by surprise. "Mande?" Y/n asked. (Pardon?)

"Oh, ya sabes, ¿habéis estado pegados el uno al otro durante muchos años, no ha pasado nada entre ustedes dos?" Belen asked. (Oh you know, you two have been joint to the hip all these years, nothing has happened between you?)

"No ha pasado nada entre nosotros, nunca pensé en él de esa manera". She laughed awkwardly. (No nothings happened between us, I've never thought about him that way.)

"Mira mi amor, veo la forma en que lo miras, y mi hijo debe ser tonto para no darse cuenta". Belen laughed, taking your hand. (Look my love, I see the way you look at him, and if my son must be dumb not to realize.)

"Pero lo que no parece darse cuenta es que la chica de sus sueños ha estado frente a él todo este tiempo, Y no me encantaría nada más que tenerte como mi nuera, siempre le dije a tu madre que tú y Pablito se casarían" (But what I can't seem to understand is that the girl of his dreams has been in front of him all along, and I wouldn't love anything more than to call you my daughter in law, I always told your mother you and Pablo would get married)

Y/n stared at her in shock, how did Belen realize that Y/n was inlove with Gavi before she even did. "Belén, me ha gustado desde hace algún tiempo, pero no creo que nunca me vea de esa manera, me refiero a las chicas constantes a su alrededor que no las comparo, son hermosas y yo..." Y/n said stopping Belen pulling her in for a hug, (Belen I have liked him for some time now, but I don't think nothing is going to happen, I mean look at the girl's constantly throwing themselves at him, they're beautiful and I-)

"Cariño, no te compares con ellas, has estado aquí para ��l desde su nacimiento, fuiste su primer fan desde que comenzó a jugar al fútbol, eres hermosa e inteligente y si no puede ver eso va a perder a alguien tan especial." Belen said, hugging you tigther. (Darling don't compare yourself to them, you have been here since his birth, you were his first fan when he began soccer, you are beautiful and smart and if he can't see that then's he's going to loose someone special.)

Gavi walked in looking for you, growing worried seeing his mother hug you "¿Que paso?" (What happened?)Gavi asked. (Nada, cariño, no te preocupes". (Nothing, darling, don't worry about it.) Belen said pulling away ushering both you and Gavi out the kitchen.

"Ven a ver la puesta de sol". Gavi said taking your hand, leading you to the roof. (Come see the sunset)

"Entonces, ¿de qué estabais hablando mi madre y tú, se trataba de un chico?" Gavi asked raising his eyebrows. (So what were you and your mom talking about? Was it over a boy?)

Y/n laughed, "Uh, no, solo le estaba agradeciendo a tu madre por hoy." (Uh no I was just thanking your mother for today)

"¡Oye, en caso de que olvidaras que fui yo quien preparó esto para ti, así que me merezco el agradecimiento!" Gavi said in a sarcastic tone. (Hey! Incase you forgot I planned this I deserve the thanking!)

"Gracias Pablito, ¿cómo se siente para que ya soy mayor que tú?" Y/n laughed, messing his hair up. (Thank you Pablo, how does it feel knowing I'm older than you?)

"De nada, nena, tu mereces lo mejor. Y solo eres dos meses mayor que yo!" Gavi laughed laying his head on her shoulder. (Your welcome, and you're only two months older than me!)

Her heart exploded, it was the first time they did this but ever since the conversation with Belen a couple minutes ago she saw every little interaction different. When he took her hand to lead her to the roof, she felt the electricity through her body, and now she didn't know what to think.

"Te amo Pablito." Y/n sighed (I love you Pablo)

"Yo tambièn" Gavi said, Y/n sighed (Me too) knowing he didn't mean it the way she did, he would probably never mean it the way she did.

She couldn't tell him the fear of loosing him overpowered her love, she would rather loose him to some other girl, than lose his friendship. She was willing to risk her heart for him, just so she wouldn't have to say goodbye.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

It had been a month and you have officially moved to Barcelona, it had only been a couple days. And you were still unpacking boxes, Gavi, Pedri, and Alejandro came over to help you unpack, the rest of your stuff.

You were in your room with Pedri, unpacking and setting up stuff in silence listening to music,

"Y/n, ¿se lo has dicho a Gavi?" Pedri broke the silence. (Y/n have you told Gavi)

"¿Perdón?" You take your airpod off, looking back at him. (Excuse me?)

"Sabes a lo que me refiero, ¿le has dicho que te gusta o... que estás enamorado de él?" Pedri asked. (You know what I mean, have you told him you like him or...that you're in love with him?)

"¿Qué estás loco? ¡No estoy enamorado de él!" You said quickly turing back to putting more clothes in the closet. (What are you crazy? I'm not inlove with him!)

"No te hagas el tonto, es obvio que lo haces, él no puede verlo porque es tonto, pero todo lo que necesita es un pequeño empujón y si se lo dices entonces..." Pedri rambled. (Don't play dumb, it's obvious he can't see it because he's dumb, but all he needs is a little push.)

"No, no puedo decírselo, tienes razón, lo amo, me di cuenta en mi cumpleaños, pero no puedo perder a mi mejor amigo Pedri." (No I can't tell him, you're right i do love him I realize the day of my birthday but I can't loose my bestfriend Pedri) She sighed turning to face him sitting on the bed, Pedri sitting next to her. "Tengo miedo porque ¿y si él no me quiere y arruino la amistad?" (I'm scared, and if he doesn't love me and I end up ruining the friendship?)

"Nena, no hay duda de que no te quiere". Pedri said. (I don't doubt that he doesn't love you.)

"¿Y cómo lo sabes, te lo ha dicho alguna vez? Pedri, prefiero verlo enamorarse de otra persona que perderlo, perderlo a otra chica me dolería menos, que yo perderlo porque no me ama." A little tear fell past your lashes and onto your palm. (And how do you know that, has he ever told you? Pedri I prefer loosing him to someone else than loosing him, I prefer loosing him to another girl it would hurt me less than loosing him because he doesn't love me.)

Pedri leaned and hugged you,

"Está bien, nena, el te ama, confía en mí, nunca sabrás si no se lo dices, y si no lo hace, entonces es más tonto de lo que pensé." Pedri comforted you. (Its ok, he loves you trust me, you'll never know if you don't do it, if he doesn't he's more of an idiot than I thought.)

"No quiero perderlo". You sniffed, wiping the tear away. (I don't want to loose him.)

The door slowly opened Gavi standing on the other side, "Oh, lo siento, no quise interrumpir". (Oh i'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt.) Gavi said going to close the door, "Hermano Y/n quiere decirte algo". Pedri blurted out. (Brother, Y/n has something to tell you.)

Your head turned to face him, eyes wide slowly shaking your head, "Está bien, confía en mí". (Its ok trust me.) Pedri said calming you down, he stood up making his way out stopping to look at Gavi.

"No jodas esto, por favor". He said walking out yelling for Alejandro. (Don't fuck this up, please.)

"¿Qué pasa, nena?" He asked sitting beside you. (Whats up?)

"Uh, no quería decírtelo de inmediato, pero Pedri me lo aseguró, escucha, Pablo". You began. (Uh I didn't want to tell you so soon, but Pedri assured me it would be fine, listen Pablo.)

"¿Pablo? Nunca me llamas por mi nombre real, esto debe ser serio". (Pablo? You never call me by my real name this must be serious.) Pablo laughed, his laughter fading as he saw your face all serious, "¿Que pasa?" (Whats wrong?)

"Nunca me di cuenta hasta que tu madre lo señaló, cómo te miré y cómo me hiciste sentir". Pablo stared at you confused not knowing where you were going with this. (I didn't realize until your mom pointed it out, how I look at you, how you make me feel.)

"Me haces sentir feliz más de lo que algunos de mis ex me han hecho sentir, me cuidas y me ayudas a sentirme segura." (You make me happier than any of my exes have made me feel, you help me feel safe.)

"¿A dónde vas con esto?" Gavi asked, still not grasping the purpose of this conversation. (Where are you going with this?)

"Pablo, te amo, lo conozco desde mi cumpleaños desde-" (Pablo I've been in love with you since my birthday.)

"¿Qué estás loca?" Gavi asked. (What? Are you crazy?)

"Que?" You asked taken back by his response. (What?)

"No puedes estar enamorada de mí si solo somos amigos, eso es todo lo que hemos sido, tal vez estés confundida." Gavi said looking at you. (No you can't be inlove with me we're just friends, thats all we've ever been, maybe you're just confused.)

"No estoy confundida, tu madre me ayudó a darme cuenta, estoy enamorado de ti y-" (No I'm not confused, your mother helped me realize that i'm in love with y-)

"Mi mama?" Gavi asked. "Mira Y/n, no sé lo que te dijeron mi madre o Pedri, pero lo siento, no te amo como tu me amas, solo te he visto como un amiga." (Look y/n I don't know what my mom or Pedri told you but I'm sorry I don't love you like you do I've only see you as a friend.)

"Tal vez solo estés confundida por tus sentimientos, tal vez hacer un movimiento tan grande a Barcelona te confundió, no puedes amarme, quiero decir, somos mejores amigos". Gavi tried explaining to you, grabbing your hand. (Maybe you're just confused, maybe making a move that big to Barcelona confused you, you can't love me I mean we're best friends.)

You pulled away, "¿Cómo puedes decirme eso? ¿Cómo puedes descartar mis sentimientos de esa manera? Pablo, te amo!" (How can you say that to me? How can you just dismiss my feelings like that?)

"No te amo, lo siento, tengo que irme." (I don't love you, i'm sorry, i have to go) Gavi stood up, "Espera, Pablo, por favor, no te vayas." (Wait Pablo, Please don't leave) Tears began to fall from your eyes, he couldn't stand seeing you cry because of him, he felt guilty for not loving you back.

But he couldn't force himself to love you, I mean he didn't need distractions in his life he wanted to focus on soccer, and loving you/having a girlfriend wasn't part of the plan.

He hated causing you pain but, it was for the best, he walked out the door. He walked out of your life leaving you a mess on the floor crying.

This is why you didn't want to tell him, you didn't want to loose him but in the end you did.

You took out your phone and began to dial Pedri, "Entonces, ¿cómo te fue?" (So how'd it go?) Pedri asked excitedly, the sobs coming out, his face falling into a frown on the other side of the phone. "Ese hijo de puta." Pedri sighed. (That son of a bitch.)

"Voy pa tu casa." (I'm going to your house.)

He arrived, opening the door, "Sabes que es peligroso dejar la puerta abierta". (Do you know how dangerous it is to leave your door unlocked?) He laughed, walking into the living room, his heart broke at the sight.

You were curled into a ball on the couch, mascara running down your face, he sat next to you pulling you into him.

"¡Te dije que esto pasaría, te dije que lo perdería!" You cried out. (I told you this would happen! I told you I would loose him!)

"Lo siento, y/n te mereces algo mejor, es tonto, tal vez entre en razón". He tried reassuring you. (I'm sorry Y/n you deserve something better, maybe he'll realize later.)

"No, no lo hará, deberías haber estado allí, dijo que no me ama, nunca debería habérselo dicho". You sobbed clining onto him. (No, he won't you should have been there, he told me he didn't love me, I should have never told him.)

"Es tonto, es tan jodidamente estúpido por no darse cuenta de que tú eres el indicado para él, es tan jodidamente estúpido". He repeated, trying to calm you down, trying to make you fall asleep. (He's so fucking stupid, for not realizing you're the one for him, he's so fucking stupid)

And you did, you fell asleep in his arms heartbroken at the fact you had just lost your bestfriend just because you couldn't keep your feelings to yourself.

and you hated yourself for it.

[julianalvarez9]

one of them / julián álvarez

request: julian alvarez ig au where his gf was in camp with the argentina team at the wc and his gf bonds with the team, and learns a trick she takes back to use on her own football team

author's note: loved doing this 🥹 i really miss the wc can't believe we won kajsksjsj

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yourusername qatar!! extrañaba a mí chico y a este equipo. no existe espacio en mí teléfono para bancar la cantidad de fotos que voy a sacarles 👀📸 (qatar!! missed my boy and this team. there isn't enough storage in my phone to save the amount of pics I'm gonna take 👀📸)

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enzojfernandez primer partido que jugamos sin vos y perdemos, te teníamos que traer (first match that we play without you near and we lose, we had to bring you back)

yourusername entonces soy su cábala? (so i'm your lucky charm?)

rodridepaul yourusername de julián (julian's lucky charm)

gonzalo_montiel29 pero te extrañábamos tmb yourusername (but we missed you too)

juliaanalvarez ok ya están muy cómodos con mí novia 😟 (ok you're getting too comfortable with my girlfriend 😟)

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yourusername ha sido un camino y terminó de la mejor forma!! 🏆 se va a extrañar la concentración 😭 (it's been a journey and ended in the best way possible!! 🏆 i'm gonna miss camp 😭)

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juliaanalvarez los mates de enzo 🥹 (enzo's mates 🥹)

yourusername casi tan buenos como los míos 😋 (almost as good as mine 😋)

enzojfernandez seguro, lo que te deje dormir de noche (sure, if it helps you sleep at night)

yourusername juliaanalvarez me está peleando :( (he's fighting me :( )

kunaguero los intrusos 😎 (the intruders 😎)

yourusername ya somos parte de ellos (we're a part of them already)

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yourusername aprendí un truco o dos en qatar (learnt a trick or two in qatar)

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enzojfernandez ya sos mejor que julián (you're better than julián already)

juliaanalvarez callate, la última vez hice 100 y vos quedaste en 24 (shut up, last time I did 100 and you only did 24)

enzojfernandez estaba lesionado! (i was injured!)

yourusername qué hacías haciendo jueguitos mientras estabas lesionado? (why were you doing tricks if you were injured?)

kunaguero me pregunto lo mismo 🤔 (i'm asking the same thing)

[iloved1lfs]

Never Your Priority

- PAIRING: Diego lainez x reader

-SUMMARY: Diego came back home for his vacation/break time. However, instead of spending it alone with you, he's been spending it with his friends, you decided you've had enough which eventually lead to an argument between you two.

-CONTAINS: angst, foul language

-WORDS: 1.2K

-SONG: I love You by Billie Eilish

-A/N: Para la persona que solicitó esto, espero que te guste y lo disfrutes. I hope you enjoy I HAD SO MANY IDEAS FOR THIS, and so many drafts I couldn't pick which one to use, but I chose this. Also don't forget to REQUEST. I'm sorry for uploading this late it has been a hectic week.

Diego came back home after traveling and playing for the Tigres, it's been months since you last saw him. However, you expected to spend it together just the two of you and have some time alone, but he has been hanging out with his friends since he got back. You were okay with it at first of course he missed his friends, but what about you all you wanted was to hang out with him alone.

Every time you tried to suggest you both to hang out just the two of you, it would get shut down or he already had plans with his friends.

Currently right now you were sitting by yourself at this party that was hosted by Diego's friend. You look at Diego who was happily talking to his friends across the room, you sighed. Not wanting to be there anymore surrounded by random people you don't know, and the only person you know, your boyfriend, has forgotten about you.

You were fed up so you decided to go back home, you didn't even let Diego know you were leaving that's how mad you were. You called an Uber and after minutes of waiting, the Uber showed up taking you back to your place.

An hour went by since you made it to your house, you changed into sweats and one of Diego's shirts. Your phone chimed, and you looked at it.

Hermoso

Where are you?

All you replied with was, "Home." You put your phone down, just for it to chime again a second later. He replied with, "I'm on my way." You didn't bother to reply, but waited for him to show up.

30 minutes later he quickly comes in the house, and lets out a relieved sigh seeing you on the couch on your phone. "Me asustaste, pensé que te había pasado algo."

You didn't say anything, you ignored him, you were still angry. "Amor, ¿Qué pasa?" He asked the most aggravating question he could possibly ask right now, and you snapped.

"Enserio Diego," He flinched not expecting you to snap. "You forget about me the whole night just to be with your friends, leaving me by myself with nobody to talk to? Then when I'm not there and see that I'm gone you decide to finally worry about me?"

"I'm trying to catch up with my friends I haven't seen them-" You cut him off.

"DIEGO, LO ÚNICO QUE HAS HECHO HA SIDO PASAR EL RATO CON ELLOS LA ÚLTIMA SEMANA Y MEDIA," You tell him he looked shocked at all this anger seeping out of you, you breathe in before continuing trying to calm yourself down. "Ni siquiera has echo tiempo conmigo a solas." You felt your eyes well up full of tears, but you held them back, you weren't going to cry.

"You're mad because I've been hanging out with my friends too much," He scoffs and you furrow your brows. "I'm sorry that I spent most of my time away traveling and playing, that I can't even hang out with my friends, don't you think you're overreacting." He looks down shaking his head.

You were confused at his reaction expecting him to understand, but instead he was bothered that you spoke up. "You think I'm overreacting?"

He looks at you and nods. "Yeah I think you are." You felt your tears fall down your face, you wipe them quickly.

"Fuck you Diego, I just wanted to hang out with you because I missed you and haven't seen you in so long." You stand up walking towards him standing right in front of him, he looked at you with an expressionless face.

"I text you and call you every time I have time when I'm not here," He said to you, it was your turn to scoff you walk away from him not wanting to talk to him.

"That's not the same as being here with me physically." You mutter.

You walk towards your room and he follows you. "While I don't see or talk to them at all, which is why I'm taking this time to catch up with them." He says as he trails behind you, you turn around towards him making him stop in his track.

"Diego I just want to spend some days with you ALONE, I'm not asking for all your days to be spent with me only." You turn around and he claps his hands, giving you a sarcastic smile.

"Where do you want to go then? Let's go eat at a restaurant, To the beach? Anything you want amor." He was being sarcastic, he was bothered at the fact that you brought this up, and you were hurt by the way he was acting.

"No mames Diego, eres un culero." You looked at him crying because he was being selfish, he wasn't understanding you, it was making you mad.

"Ahora ya no quieres pasar un rato juntos," You shake your head, trying to keep yourself calm.

"No because you aren't sincere clearly I shouldn't have brought it up, it was my fault," You jab your finger at his chest increasing the force, and he lets you do it. "I'm sorry that I want to hang out with my boyfriend who I haven't seen in months. And the time that I do all he wants to do is hang out with his friends."

He stays silent letting you speak, "So you know what I'll leave you to it, I won't stand in the way between you and your friends. I need to go." He looked at you as you texted one of your friends to pick you up, letting you know they were on their way, You grabbed some of your things in a dufflebag, and he was panicking.

"¿Qué haces?" You didn't answer him you packed a couple clothes from the closet you both shared. "Don't leave please."

You sniffle as your tears won't stop, he tries to stop you from leaving, you push his hands away from you. "Déjame en paz, en serio." You said harshly, and he stepped back.

Once you finished your phone chimed and it was your friend letting you know she was there. You made your way out the house and Diego called out after you before you left, you look at him.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I am staying somewhere else, for tonight because if I stay here we are just going to argue." You wipe your tears and give him a sad smile.

"You don't have to leave amor. Let's talk about it and we can work past it." You shake your head and laugh.

"Diego work past it?" You tried to stay calm not wanting to cause another argument. "We can solve this problem if we just hang out together us alone, but clearly your friends will always be the first priority, not me."

You left not giving him a chance, to speak. He let out a shaky sigh.

I fucked up. I fucked it all up. She's never going to forgive me.

He saw you get in the car and drive off he put his hands on his head, blaming himself. He sat down on the couch putting his head in between his hands. His heart ached painfully he was mad at himself for not understanding, for being a dick towards you and he was going to make it up to you.

He pulled put his phone and looked for your contact.

Amorcito

Lo siento Y/N, I fucked up and whenever you are ready we can talk.

La cague. Was what he kept telling himself.

Later on that night Diego kept replaying what you said.

Clearly your friends will always be the first priority, not me.

He hurt you, and he had to fix it he didn't want to lose you to this argument, so first thing in the morning he was going to talk to you to apologize.

Hopefully you guys enjoyed! I posted it extremely late because I just have been all over the place this week and schools starting next week. It has been so hectic! But this request there was so many ideas and I'VE WROTE SO MANY ANGST ARGUMENT LIKE MY DRAFTS ARE FILLED!! Please don't forget to REQUEST I will definitely write them! Remember I will only be writing for Diego Lainez or any football player for right now. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS. If you want me to turn this into a series please let me know!

[jamesherr]

(🎤) Our muses do karaoke.

Estavam no salão de artes e ofícios do acampamento, que havia sido improvisado para a noite de karaokê organizada pelos filhos de Hermes. O local estava iluminado com luzes coloridas e decorado com fitas e balões, criando uma atmosfera descontraída e alegre. O som da música e das vozes dos campistas cantando preenchia o ambiente, mas James e Pietra estavam em um canto, conversando animadamente enquanto esperavam a sua vez de subir ao palco.

"Eu tenho uma surpresa..." James sussurrou, com um sorriso de quem está prestes a revelar uma travessura. "Coloquei dez fichas de uma vez só com nossos nomes. Vamos dominar aquilo lá." Ele confessou, puxando a melhor amiga com entusiasmo para o karaokê quando ouviram seu nome ser chamado. Com os microfones em mãos, começaram com "Don't Stop Believin'", arrancando aplausos e gritinhos dos campistas. Em seguida, mandaram ver em "Shallow", mantendo a empolgação da plateia.

Quando começaram a cantar "Don't Go Breaking My Heart", alguns campistas já estavam se retirando, desanimados. A energia caiu um pouco com "Summer Nights" e "Endless Love", e começaram as primeiras reclamações. "We're Not Gonna Take It", "Everything Has Changed" e "The Time Of My Life" foram recebidas com vaias e pedidos para que descessem do palco. No entanto, ao começarem "Uptown Funk", a plateia se animou novamente e até cantou junto. Eles encerraram com uma performance de "Shut Up and Dance", com direito a coreografia e tudo, garantindo uma despedida vibrante e cheia de energia. Os campistas até se renderam e aplaudiram a dupla - não sem chamar James de 'sem noção' antes.

[gothamiiz]

A child and a kid

...

"¿Qué cojones te crees que haces?"

They flinched at the... rather loud tone, putting the phone away from their ear for a second.

The hospital bed was cozy and warm. Boring as fuck, but super cozy nonetheless.

"Damn. Good morning for you, too."

"No voy a traducir eso."

"Then youd better hang up."

The girl at the other line of the phone grumbled, making her transale things always pissed her off a lot. It was on purpose. "Eres imposible."

Dai laughed dryly "Oh? So people didn't let you have your little laugh and now you fucking hate me?"

"Te dije que no pienso traducir-" "Fuck off!"

She didn't listen anyway."¿Qué coño piensas hacer con ese puto vigilante?"

"What- Nightwing?"

"No joda, obviamente. El pitudo ese."

"What about him?"

"¿A qué coño te refieres con ¿'qué con él'? Ese te va a preguntar de cojones."

"And? Of course he will. He's a vigilante. In fact we've already settled I'm explaining everything to him later." They sighed, rubbing their temple with their free hand. "Seriously, did you think you could laugh publicly about your sibling being drugged after being disappeared for like a day and not make the people who's entire career is based on worrying about people worry to the point of checking in themselves? I mean I'm personally not mad, I know you, but-"

"¿Se lo vas a contar?"

Dai stayed silent "What?"

"Tu. Al pitudo. Qué si se lo vas a contar."

They shut their eyes. "Isabel-"

"Y una polla." Her tone went sharp, demanding "Lo van a mandar a la cárcel. ��l te dio una puñetera casa y tú lo vas a mandar a la cárcel."

"Isabel, de verdad-"

"¡Cierra la puta boca!" They couldn't help but feel suffocated, even If it was just a phone call. "Él te acogió, te dio una casa, te sacó del puñetero país ¿Qué más quieres? Te escuchó llorar y gimotear porque 'buaa mami no me quiereeee!!!' y te aguantó siendo incluso el puto ser desgraciado que eres. Pero 'nooo esque me obliga a hacer cosas!!!'" She laughed. "Bueno, anormal, tú literalmente se lo prometiste. Jódete."

"¡Tenía 13 años!" they argued back, their first spoken word in all her... speech. "¡Se lo prometí con 13 años porque creía que era la única manera de que no me abandonarais!"

"¿Y qué? ¿Luego te cansaste? ¿Y eso te daba el derecho de romper tu promesa así como así?" She laughed, once again. "¡Por dios! ¿Rompiste una promesa y pretendiste que él no tomara medidas? Te empezó a drogar, sí, jódete. Encima haciéndote la víctima como si no hubieras sido tú quién le dejaba hacer de todo. Tú te lo buscas, siempre lo has buscado. Hazte cargo."

Dai couldn't even talk, even if they tried. They just couldn't.

"Pero ¿Sabes qué? Haz lo que quieras. Cuéntaselo todo al pitudín del carajo o a la poli o a quién cojones te apetezca. Manda a Yeray a la cárcel. A saber a dónde cojones me mandarán a mí. Al carajo, ya me la suda."

She hang up.

...

[karume-selfshipper]

Zora May: Tides that Bind- Yona's Struggles

Cut the fic cause long...

It hadn’t been too long since Yona had entered the domain, and Selatoh could hardly stand to be cordial with her. There was hardly anything Selatoh could do other than dive head first into her training every day. She knew she was avoiding Sidon a little too much ever since Yona arrived, but Sidon rarely asked Yona to wait somewhere. Even if Selatoh knew why, even if she could logically understand what was going on, she didn’t like Yona’s presence. And Yona could feel that animosity, simply without any context. So when Link arrived, without Princess Zelda for once, Selatoh almost jumped him. 

“Link, what brings you to the Domain this time?” 

Selatoh was quicker than Yona in getting to the Hylian Knight. Something the other Zora Princess didn’t mind entirely, except for the way Selatoh shifted in an attempt to block Yona out completely. Link didn’t even seem to notice as he dug out his Zora Armor.

“I was hoping to get this repaired, if you don’t mind.” Link held the worn tunic out, “I wasn’t sure where else to go about this. The clothing shops in Hateno and Kakariko were the only ones that seemed versatile enough to even try but…”

“Don’t worry about a thing Link.” Selatoh’s little smirk was about as warm as she’d been in weeks, “I’ll have this fixed up in a few weeks. I wish I could say a few days but…”

“Perhaps if I also helped,” Yona side-stepped into the conversation, “The two of us could have the armor fixed up in a single week.”

Link couldn’t miss the way Selatoh’s eyes narrowed, “No, I highly doubt you’d be able to make sense of the weave. Mipha was very particular about the details and it wouldn’t be the same if someone who didn’t know her pattern were to make a mistake with it.”

Walking away almost too fast, Yona frowned deeply at Selatoh’s retreating form. Though it was crystal clear to Link what was going on, shaking his head regardless.

“I do wish she would stop shutting me out.” Yona crossed her arms slightly, “It has been quite worrying, especially to my dear Sidon. The way he usually talks about Selatoh, I was expecting a much more friendly person…”

“Selatoh doesn’t mean anything personal.” Link turned back to the dusty, lime green Zora, “She can be very territorial with people she isn’t familiar with. Especially when it comes to people and things from her childhood.”

“Oh?” Yona turned, “Would you please enlighten me Sir Link? I could prepare some tea if you’d like.”

“I’ll explain what I can, a few of the details are still a little fuzzy.” Link followed slightly behind Yona, “What has Sidon told you?”

Sitting at a small table with Yona, Link chewed over the situation as Yona had explained it. The way Selatoh was acting made some sense to Link. Sure Sidon had told everyone who would listen about Yona, but to Selatoh, Yona would still be a stranger… one that was taking her twin from her.

“I don’t think Selatoh fully means to be so rude toward you.” Link leaned back in his chair, “She has always been stand-off-ish about new people. When she was small-small it was different, not by much but she didn’t try pushing people away this much. Whenever someone would try to get too close with her or Sidon she could get a bit snappy until Mipha corrected her. But that was always very specific situations like when they were playing or talking.”

“Oh, that does make a little sense.” Yona tilted her head, “I wouldn’t particularly like that either. But could you elaborate on her relationship with her late sister? Sidon rarely talks about Mipha himself. I don’t want to pry in a sensitive area but without any context…”

“Mipha was their older sister, but also took over as a motherly figure.” Link frowned a little, “I don’t fully remember when their mother passed, or how young Sidon and Selatoh were at the time. But I know Mipha had taken over that role, Selatoh is more okay talking about her than Sidon is. Its one of the few things Selatoh doesn’t talk about with Sidon because she knows how he feels about it.”

Yona was taken aback by Link’s sudden chuckling, “Funnily enough when Mipha started showing interest in me, Sidon was acting how Selatoh is now. Selatoh would cling to my leg though. She’s told me that it wasn’t out of a sense of her own romantic feelings, but an attempt to get Sidon to warm up to the idea that Mipha and I would be together. I wouldn’t put it past Selatoh to just not recognize that she’s doing the same thing.”

“I see.” Yona glanced across toward the training grounds, “I had no idea Sidon would ever act like that. Nor that Selatoh would advocate for someone new to enter the Domain like that.”

“It wasn’t like I was exactly new.” Link followed her gaze, “I had been in and out of the Domain a few times, I had trained within the Domain, and had befriended Mipha, Sidon, and Selatoh. From what I’ve heard around around the Domain, especially recently, is that Selatoh is difficult to talk to or befriend.”

The soft hum Yona let out was both thoughtful and agitated, “I don’t see how I could even begin to ingratiate myself to her. Selatoh seems to keep me at arm’s length at all times. The idea that she’s being defensive over my dear Sidon seems a little excessive given how long I’ve been in the Domain.”

Link held his tongue, glancing over the opposite edge of the platform. A couple years was still too short a time for Selatoh to warm up to anyone. If the people of Zora’s Domain, the people of Hyrule, were still having difficulty after 100 years; Yona didn’t stand a chance just being around for a couple years. Though Link had a sneaking suspicion that Selatoh had other reasons behind her rough edges about the new Zora within the Domain.

[6do100je]

i don't care that the thing (1982) happened to that antarctic research team. it should've happened to the jomies instead

[nemeunemaya]

*          discomfort on my face , wanna shut me up . warriors looking for game to hunt ! in your game, i’m the problem . (( plot ideas here ))   

🤍                  LITTLE HISTORY                  ;

Conheça um pouco sobre a Nemaya em alguns tópicos. 

nome : nemaya theongoni

idade : 27

módulo : esquadrão vil  

genitores : megara e hércules

traços : arrogante, sarcástica, charmosa e leal

hobbies : vida fit (todo tipo de exercício), pintura e piano no off

mbti : enfp

sexualidade : bissexual birromântica

comida favorita : mcdevil

inspiração : ellie (the last of us part. II), aelin galathynius (trono de vidro), louise le blanc (pássaro e serpente), johnny bravo && lorelai gilmore (gilmore girls)

skeleton : a duquesa sangrenta: nébula, a duquesa

faceclaim : im jinah

🤍                  PERSONALITY                  ;

A personalidade da desastrosa Nemaya. 

Por muito tempo, tudo que conheceu foi pesos de academia e flexões. Então, é de se imaginar que Nemaya não seja a pessoa que leva mais jeito com socializações possível. Muitas vezes, é pega falando algo que, para muitos, é indelicado ou até mesmo grosseiro, não conseguindo controlar a língua. É claro que também existe uma grande arrogância de sua parte, que faz com que seja excessivamente sarcástica, afinal tem noção do seu físico e acha que, só por isso, já coloca isso em uma posição elevada em relação a maioria das pessoas. 

Nemaya se demonstra, no entanto, tem um certo carisma que faz com que alguns não consigam tirar os olhos dela, principalmente quando faz alguma piadinha totalmente errada. Não se engane muito, pois ela sabe exatamente o que fazer para garantir que seja o centro das atenções. Além disso, é extremamente leal a quem se demonstra leal ela. Ah, mas se você fizer algo contra ela... Que Merlin te proteja! 

🤍                  BACKGROUND                  ;

O começo da vida de Nemaya foi um borrão de vazio e inconstâncias. As brigas entre Hércules e Megara eram uma certeza nos dias da criança, que vivia em uma guerra interna entre os dois. A genitora desejava a liberdade dos compromissos que envolviam ser a mulher de um semideus, enquanto ele se orgulhava firmemente de tudo que havia conquistado. A criança não era levada em consideração em qualquer momento, sendo criada por qualquer um exceto eles. Pareciam mais preocupados em destruir um ao outro do que com o que tinha sido o fruto daquele amor, que parecia não existir mais. Escutava, dentro do minúsculo quarto, os gritos e sons de objetos quebrando, revelando o quão perturbador era o relacionamento deles. Desde pequena, para Nemaya, o amor era feito de dor e brigas, nunca conhecendo ele de outra forma. Para ela, romance era intensidade o tempo todo. Mesmo com as brigas, na cabeça da menina, eles continuavam se amando apesar dos desentendimentos.

Tudo mudou quando Megara abandonou a casa que um dia tinha chamado de lar. Não sabe-se ao certo para onde ela foi, assim como as últimas palavras contendo mais ódio para aquela família que supostamente existia. Hércules não acreditou nenhum segundo que a esposa não voltaria, então falava para Nemaya que era tudo drama de uma mulher magoada. Depois de alguns meses sem retorno, Hércules perdeu a esperança, começando a colocar culpa na filha, que supostamente competia com a genitora e fazia com que Megara se sentisse inferior. Tentando não pensar na separação, o homem colocou na cabeça que a filha também teria o destino de ser uma grande guerreira, em um projeto mais pessoal do que pelo desejo da criança. Assim, o pai tornou-se o personal trainer da jovem. Comida restrita, muitos levantamentos de peso e muitas abdominais diárias. Ela podia ter apenas 8 anos, mas nunca é cedo demais para começar a praticar exercícios físicos! O shake proteico fazia parte do seu dia-a-dia, assim como uma boa barra de proteína pré-treino. McEvil nos finais de semana? Com certeza era proibido para Nemaya.

Ficou fadada a ser apenas o experimento de rato de academia do pai, vivendo o sonho de ser forte que nem ele, mesmo que jamais fosse acontecer. Enquanto isso, havia o impacto em não ter mais qualquer contato com a mãe, que era grande. Mesmo que desejasse enviar cartas para ela, tentando manter qualquer mínimo de contato, não conseguia descobrir o verdadeiro destino dela. Para Nemaya, era apenas uma confirmação do que o genitor tinha falado: era tudo culpa da sua existência. Assim, tomou como verdade aquilo, vivendo conforme o pai desejava, afinal apenas assim faria com que Hércules se afastasse. Por mais doloroso que fosse, ainda sim desejava ter uma família, desejando agradá-lo a qualquer custo.

A entrada em Tremerra representava supostamente a libertação para Nemaya, que não precisava viver atormentada pela ideia de Megara e pela pressão de Hércules. No entanto, as cartas enviadas constantemente para si por Hércules eram indício que jamais seria verdadeira livre da pressão que o genitor colocava na garota. Entrou nos Leões, assim como Hércules esperava e continuava com aquela maldita dieta, mesmo que uma vez ou outra conseguisse escapar. Quando sofreu o acidente, caindo do dragão, Nemaya foi impossibilitada de continuar no dragonball, o que foi um grande choque para a família. Ninguém sabia ao certo como reagir.

🤍                  POWER                  ;

Manipulação de corações.

O coração das pessoas irradiam emoções, fazendo com que Nemaya consiga ler através das cores presentes e da intensidade nas quais os corações brilham. Não pode evitar ver os corações de vez em quando involuntariamente (ou quando está curiosa), o que pega muitas vezes franzindo o cenho ao perceber as cores de alguém. Quando alguém está muito feliz, por exemplo, o coração irradia de uma forma quase cegante. Quando toca em outros, também consegue ver memórias associadas aos sentimentos que o coração implica, mas acontecem de maneira muito superficial. É muito útil, no entanto, quando percebe manchas escuras, por exemplo, tendo uma compreensão melhor das ações alheias. É frequentemente vista com dores de cabeça devido a intensidade de ficar recebendo sentimentos alheios o tempo todo.

🤍                  DAEMON                  ;

Conheça a Erato, dragão fêmea.

Sendo uma fêmea, recebeu o nome de Erato, em homenagem a uma das musas de quem o pai tanto falava. O contraste das íris púrpuras com as escamas pretas como ébano é algo que chama atenção, principalmente pela iridescência que as escamas parecem ter. Um amigo de Nemaya já brincou que parece que Erato sugou toda a luz do mundo, sendo a razão das escamas que tem um efeito único. De qualquer forma, mesmo que não seja o maior Wyvern já visto, é definitivamente um animal grande e excessivamente pesado. Por conta disso, o comportamento dele é um tanto preguiçoso, sempre dormindo e muito difícil de ser acordado se não desejar. Se tentar acordá-la antes da hora de alimentá-la, provavelmente receberá um olhar significativo para deixá-la em paz. Bem, não acontecerá nada demais caso não o faça, mas vai que Erato se revolta algum dia? Melhor não arriscar!

[bowbeforeyourunderworldgod]

noite dos pesadelos.

( tw: violência física. )

Estava elegantemente sentado com as pernas cruzadas, fitando seus próprios sapatos bem polidos quando tudo começou, seus dedos inquietos batucando a superfície do tecido da calça ansioso. Ansioso para o que vinha aí... Não se incomodou em mexer do lugar quando a música estridente adentrou pelos preciosos tímpanos de deus e monstros de pesadelos começavam a emergir como convidados inconvenientemente no salão de festa.

Hades sabia muito bem o quê veria quando encarasse as criaturas, por isso precisou fechar os olhos e canalizar toda sua paz interior enquanto seus demônios defendiam seu Rei de ataques de todos os lados.

Hades é o único dos três que não pode residir no Monte Olimpo. Apesar de ser uma figura importante quanto, não faz parte do panteão olímpico por causa de sua esfera de influência única e o elmo da invisibilidade. Os seus irmãos e primos acreditam que as almas dos mortos são destinadas a diferentes lugares após a morte, dependendo de suas ações em vida.

As almas virtuosas são recompensadas com a morada nos Campos Elísios, enquanto as almas más enfrentavam punição no Tártaro, ambos localizados no Submundo, sob seu o domínio. E aqueles que esperavam julgamento residiam no Érebo.

Sim, até mesmo o Deus do Submundo acredita em redenção para algumas almas.

Só algumas mesmo.

" Hey, daddy. What an unpleasant surprise… You didn't even insist on showing up at my wedding, but you did at this one. So, go there old man, do your best. "

As risadas dos pesadelos é um som insuportável que ecoaram pelas paredes, e ainda sim Hades se recusou contra-atacar. Retirou sua parede de proteção e enviou seus demônios novamente para o Submundo com suas chamas azuis.

E assim veio o primeiro soco na mandíbula. " Odeia tanto teu irmão Zeus que se não fosse por ele vocês três teriam sido um banquete e tanto!". O segundo soco do lado contrário do rosto. " Odeia tanta Zeus porquê sabe o quanto é parecido com ele. " Terceiro soco. " Odeia tanto Zeus porquê o entende e mesmo assim sabe que ele não faria nada por você." Quarto soco, o sangue não parava de escorrer, pintando todo o semblante do Deus do Submundo. " Sua família o rejeitou... Por quê se ilude com a tolice que Perséfone o ama?" O quinto soco foi impedido por sua mão, que esmagou a semelhante como fosse um papel amassado.

" You can talk shit about me, i can held this! But shut up fucking mouth to talk to my wife, okay? You can take everything from me, tear me apart particle by particle and even without an arms I can pray to protect Persephone and my children at any cost! "

Canalizou seu poder com as mãos, explodindo de dentro para fora todos os monstros ao seu redor, chuva vermelha nos limites mínimos do seu ataque.

Isso não é real, isso não é real, fica repetindo na sua mente, não podia esquecer.

A verdade é muito obscura e horrenda para ser abordada em um casamento, até mesmo um que terminava em sangue.

" Eu fico honrado de aguentar todo o fardo do fato de você mesmo rejeitou seus filhos e foi uma figura paterna de merda. Mas quando Perséfone entrou na minha vida, ela e sua felicidade é e sempre vão ser as minhas prioridades. E pela grandíssima referencia, nunca vou ser igual a você. Nunca vou ser um pai igual a você. É quase uma benção, an? O universo é mesmo uma grande piada de mau gosto "

Riu sem nenhuma graça, olhando para o relance da coroa e madeixas da Rainha do Submundo vindo em sua direção, flores e raízes emergindo do chão por onde os pés alheios pisavam.

Hades sorriu e relaxou seu espirito, curando cada hematoma no corpo mundano lentamente enquanto jazia no piso gelado, abrindo seus olhos e encontrando os da esposa, seu sorriso alargando mais ainda.

" Ei. Sabia que eu te amo? Alguma vez já 'te falei isso? "

[lonelyberen]

with: @bolladonnas

sentence: "oh, do shut up"

Depois de ter arranjado toda a coragem do mundo para enfrentar a academia, Beren sabia que tinha que ir atrás dos corredores. Não havia sido sua culpa, mas ela queria pedir desculpas pelo acontecido. Queria poder ter ajudado. Queria poder ter feito algo, mas ficou incapacidade, e depois reclusa em um quarto até tudo ser resolvido. Ela nunca havia sido covarde, mas fizeram ela parecer que sim. Na torre dos pesadelos próximo a aula percebeu uma das figuras que ela deveria ir atrás. Queria que fosse a última, mas infelizment acabou sendo a primeira. "Belladonna, espere." Ouviu-se pedindo chamando a outra. Outra coisa, ela não confiava em ninguém ali. Não na torre dos pesadelos, e não que fosse sair acusando, mas queria saber se foi só Seasmoke, e o que mais havia acontecido. Ouviu aquela sentença da outra não era novidade, mas ainda assim correu um pouco para ficar ao lado dela e começar a fazer suas milhares de perguntas.

[esuemmanuel]

Mi cabeza, el enemigo.

"No te mientas por convivir ni intentes aparentar que te importa. Sé tú, con toda tu tristeza, tu malestar, tu asco… ¡Y que el puto mundo siga girando en su mierda!"

Amanecí con agua en los ojos y un profundo vacío en mi interior. Me dicen por todas partes que no tengo nada porqué entristecer, porque todo lo tengo, porque nada me falta. Pero, nadie entiende la causa de mi tristeza… de este dolor que me castra… que me enoja… que me enajena. Yo sólo tengo una cosa buena, y eso es poder escribir. Si no escribo… siento que desfallezco. Pero, no sólo se trata de escribir, mi dolor va más allá… y siempre me he sentido así… desde que recuerdo…

¿Por qué veo al mundo tan denso… tan yerto… tan lejos de mí? ¿Por qué me siento tan ajeno… tan desconocido… tan irrelevante e invisible?

Toda mi vida me he sentido así… y no se va… no se va este pesar. A pesar de todo lo que hago y tengo, sigo sintiéndome ajeno… triste… y muerto. No me interesa ver el mundo de colores… no quiero sonreír, sólo quiero me dejen vivir mi amargura, mi acidez, mi renuncia, mi silencio y mi soledad. Yo también he sido una farsa. Creí que había aprendido a sonreír… a ver la vida de colores… a sentir la luz y esbozarla en las hojas… a ser consciente…. bueno… y noble. La realidad es que siempre me he odiado… y he odiado al mundo.

No me hallo… no me encuentro.

Un grupo de gente vino a desenmascararme, y me alegro por eso. Ya no más farsa… ¡Pura rebeldía y revolución! ¡Anarquía!

Siempre he tenido a mi peor enemigo, no cerca, dentro de mí… en mi cabeza. Saber que lo tengo dentro y que poco puedo hacer para callarlo, me abruma. No se cansa de hacerme ver lo que no quiero ver. Me orilla a ver la realidad… la falsedad detrás de las palabras… de la gente… del mundo.

La humanidad se lo ha creído todo y no hace nada para cambiar.

Miente. Roba. Mata. Sin piedad.

Y los pocos que se salvan quedan dañados por tanta mentira, robo, heridas e injusticia.

¡Esto es el mundo!

Es cansado intentar taparle los ojos a mi enemigo, porque tapárselos no inhibe al mundo de seguir siendo una porquería.

Photo by Adrian Swancar on Unsplash

My head, the enemy.

"Don't lie to yourself for living together or try to pretend to care. Just be you, with all your sadness, your discomfort, your disgust…. And let the fucking world keep spinning in its shit!"

I woke up with water in my eyes and a deep emptiness inside me. They tell me everywhere that I have nothing to be sad about, because I have everything, because I lack nothing. But, nobody understands the cause of my sadness… of this pain that emasculates me… that makes me angry… that alienates me. I have only one good thing, and that is to be able to write. If I don't write… I feel I faint. But it's not just about writing, my pain goes beyond that… and I've always felt that way… ever since I can remember…

Why do I see the world so dense… so barren… so far away from me? Why do I feel so alien… so unknown… so irrelevant and invisible? All my life I've felt this way… and it won't go away… this regret won't go away. In spite of all I do and have, I still feel alien… sad… and dead. I'm not interested in seeing the world in colors… I don't want to smile, I just want to be left to live my bitterness, my acidity, my resignation, my silence and my solitude. I too have been a farce. I thought I had learned to smile… to see life in colors… to feel the light and sketch it on the leaves… to be conscious…. good… and noble. The reality is that I have always hated myself… and I have hated the world.

I can't find myself… I can't find myself.

A group of people came to unmask me, and I'm glad for that. No more farce… Pure rebellion and revolution! Anarchy!

I've always had my worst enemy, not near me, inside me… in my head. Knowing that I have him inside me and that there is little I can do to shut him up, overwhelms me. It never tires of making me see what I don't want to see. It forces me to see the reality… the falsehood behind the words… of the people… of the world.

Humanity has believed it all and does nothing to change.

It lies. Steal. It kills. Without mercy.

And the few who are saved are left damaged by so much lying, stealing, hurting and injustice.

This is the world!

It is tiring to try to cover my enemy's eyes, because covering them does not inhibit the world from continuing to be a mess.

[tomsland]

“shut up and just let me take care of you!” @gravedadoasis

"De acuerdo, pero te prometo que estoy bien, solo fue un descuido de se ese imbécil." asegura tratando de levantarse de la acera en la cual despertó luego de haber sido atropellado por un auto que se echó a la fuga. "Solo tengo un poco de dolor en las costillas y..." frunce el ceño, fijando su mirada en la calle sin decir nada, con un desconcierto evidente en su rostro. "¿Qué hago aquí?" cuestiona por enésima vez, volviendo a perder los recuerdos de la explicación que le habían dado hace unos minutos debido al impacto que había sufrido en la cabeza. "¿Por qué estoy en el suelo?" eleva la mirada y al ver a la chica esboza una sonrisa picaresca. "Sea cual sea el motivo que me trajo hasta aquí, estoy amando la vista."