#so i ended up being like porque no los dos

[corneille-moisie]

I finally managed to fix the few things i wanted to fix in this one-shot so here it is

i hadn't written anything complete in so fucking long, when i wrote this, so let's just say that it was to shake the rust off

this focuses mostly on Astride's feelings, I guess. It's kind of a slow burn but also goes 0 to 60 pretty quick, according to my proof reader (i don't think it's that 0 to 60 tbh... maybe 0 to 35 ? i'm not sure he is aware of what kind of things i can write, actually lol)

and the full project im working on is definitely gothic, though i'm not sure how much of that shows in this bit here (aside from having been inspired by an evanescence song loloops ?)

and dont expect smut cause there's none lol

and warning for mention of a dead child, i suppose (i dont go into details as to what happened to them in this)

but it's here ! (about 6 500 words or 9ish pages long)

[darkacua]

The Cain instinct

I demand canon moments where Silver and Malleus treat each other like siblings whenever they're alone, especially if Lilia or Sebek aren't around them. Where they show that outside of their typical treatment of respect is the fact that they were raised by the same man whom they both consider their father. They love each other eternally, they would kill, they would die and they are capable of destroying the entire world for each other, one to a greater extent than the other.

Especially since I'm sure they both have ridiculously strong Cain instincts.

One day you are a prince taking care of your caregiver's adopted son and the next a being who lives in an eternal circle of revenge and destruction towards the cruelty of humanity (Silver bit his finger when he was 8 years old and Malleus pecked his eye in Consequently, they continue to blame each other whenever they can)

Imagine a Silver who fell asleep in the forest and Malleus just finds him. If Lilia, Sebek or anyone was near him he would feign complete concern and take him to his bedroom. But he's alone, so he's going to wake up the young man he considers his brother with a loving kick in the ribs (nothing too hard, he wants to bother him, not kill him).

Or a malleus who is simply reading and out of nowhere feels a wet finger in his ear, a finger that belongs to a 17-year-old with a smile too kind for someone who has just drooled in the ear of the next king of the Briar Valley , and someone who is also a coward since he runs away the moment the older man gets up from his seat.

It is better if neither of them knows what is happening, they just know that there are days when they have to be mean to the other or they will go crazy, they have accepted it as a royal decree and will continue it until the end of their days. .

Imagine that no one knows about this kind of treatment, until someone enters Diasomnia only to find the all-powerful Malleus Draconia screaming like a dying child because Silver has him in a wrestling hold (which it is very obvious he can get out of, but… Where's the fun in that?)

Anyway, I need an irrational Malleus and Silver being a shitty little brother. I leave my delusions here.

Español bajo el corte

Exigo momentos canónicos donde Silver y Malleus se tratan como hermanos cada vez que están solos, sobre todo si no están Lilia o Sebek a su alrededor. Donde muestren que por fuera de su típico trato de respeto está el hecho de que fueron criados por el mismo hombre al que ambos consideran su padre. Se aman eternamente, matarían, morirían y son capaces de destruir el mundo entero el uno por el otro, uno en mayor medida que el otro.

Sobre todo porque estoy segura que los dos tienen un instinto de Cain ridículamente fuerte.

Un dia eres un príncipe cuidando al hijo adoptivo de tu cuidador y al siguiente un ser que vive en un círculo eterno de venganza y destrucción hacia la crueldad de la humanidad (Silver le mordió un dedo cuando tenía 8 años y Malleus le pico un ojo en consecuencia, se lo siguen echando en cara cada que pueden entre ellos)

Imaginen a un Silver que se quedó dormido en el bosque y Malleus simplemente lo encuentra. Si Lilia, Sebek o cualquiera estuviera cerca fingiría completa preocupación y lo llevaría a su dormitorio. Pero esta solo, así que va a despertar a él joven que considera su hermano con una amorosa patada en las costillas (nada demasiado fuerte, quiere molestarlo no matarlo)

O a un malleus que simplemente está leyendo y de la nada siente un dedo húmedo en su oreja, un dedo que pertenece a un joven de 17 años con una sonrisa demasiado amable para alguien que acaba de babear el oído del próximo rey del Valle de Briar, y alguien que también es un cobarde ya que sale corriendo en el momento que él mayor se levante de su asiento.

Es mejor si ninguno de los dos sabe que es lo que pasa, solo saben que hay días en los que tienen que ser malos con el otro o se volverán locos, lo han aceptado como un decreto real y lo continuarán hasta el final de sus días.

Imaginen que nadie sabe de este tipo de trato, hasta que alguien entra a Diasomnia sólo para encontrar al todopoderoso Malleus Draconia gritando como un niña moribunda porque Silver lo tiene en una llave de lucha (de la cual es muy obvio que se puede zafar ¿pero dónde está lo divertido en eso?).

En fin, necesito un Malleus irracional y un Silver siendo un hermano menor de mierda. Hasta aquí dejo mis delirios.

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! I'm learning from friends and duolingo lol but I still have a long way to go! Oooh imagine Miguel being furious another parent of another kid on Gabi's team shitalking about her in spanish. About how she's bossy for a girl and that she needs to pipe down and know her place. Mama tries to calm him down but fighting words commence lol

That's a good way to start. Best of lucks ✨

"C'mon Gabi!! Get it baby!!!" You couldn't help but cheer her on as she kicked the ball in between her rival's feet, the ball passing between the kid and Gabi kept on leading with the ball.

A trick you had seen her practicing in the porch with Miguel. Your chest swelled with pride as Gabi passed the ball to another teammate, and they earned a score.

Miguel clapped and cheered her on, mid-time beeped and Gabi's team was called for feedback, some changes and tactic discussion.

Miguel walked towards the team, bottle of water in hand along a towel. Gabi's voice clear as she discussed with her team.

"No, no, pass the ball to Reuben, he is faster and you are injured remember? You are good with passes."

The kid only nodded sheepishly as he held his ankle softly.

Miguel's eyes softened upon hearing her lead, and exchange strategies with her team. She then turned to him and hugged him.

"Esa es mi niña." (That's my girl)

"Pappa, can we go to get some pizza later?"

"Of course." He offered the towel for her, which she used to dry her sweat, and the high pitch whistle rang, announcing the second time of the game.

He was making his way back when a voice made him stop in his tracks.

"¿Esa niña otra vez? ¿Porqué no le dan chance a Víctor?" (That kid again? Why Victor isn't getting a chance instead?)

If he could remember, the man was a parent he often saw at the games, always trash talking other kids in spanish, just because his kid was taking separate training and was doing an improvement on the team. Or so he had said.

He never paid attention to him really, or any other parents except you and of course Gabriela. Who had just been pulled a yellow card as a warning for playing a bit too rough.

"¿Ves? Esa niña es demasiado mandona y agresiva. Tiene que relajarse o si no terminará golpeando a todo el equipo contrario." (See? That girl is too bossy and aggressive. She needs to be tamed down or else she'll end up hitting the whole rival team)

That made his eye twitch in anger.

How dared he speaking about his daughter like this? A blatant disrespect he couldn't allow. He turned on his back and made his way towards the father.

Eyes hardened and fixed on the man that caught his presence a little too late as Miguel loomed over him.

"¿Qué dijiste de mi hija, cabrón?" (What did you just said about my daughter, fucker?)

Even though his tone was calm, each word he spilled were almost biting.

"That she needs to be tamed down." Despite the man's apparent bravado Miguel could hint the crack in his voice.

"¿Porqué no me repites lo que dijiste en mi cara, eh?" (Why don't you repeat what you just said to my face?)

At this point the cheerings had stopped to focus on the exchange between Miguel and the other kid's dad. Your heart leaped to your throat as you saw Miguel almost bearing his teeth at the man as his lips moved angrily.

"Fuck." You approached

"¿Te crees muy chingón para andar insultando a los hijos de los demás, sólo porque crees que nadie te entiende?" (You think you're brave to insult other's kids just cause you think none understands you?)

"Necesitas relajarte, amigo" (You need to relax, man)

The man seemed to hold a hand, creating space between them, the kids had stopped playing as they also focused on what was going on.

You held his hand and tried to pull him away.

"Let's go" You mumbled but his angered self ignored you.

"No soy tu amigo, pendejo. Y escúchame bien, cabrón. Si vuelvo a oir que le estás faltando el respeto a mi hija o a los otros niños te voy a partir la madre." (I'm not your fucking friend. And listen to me very well, you fucker. If I hear you disrespecting my kid or the others, I'll fuck you up.)

The whistle of the referee and other parents had to create more space in between, the tension between the both was palpable enough, you felt his hand gripping yours tighter.

The referee whistled again, resuming the game, cheerings and clapping slowly returned as the kids played.

"What happened?!"

"He was speaking shit of Gabriela. Hopefully he'll know now that I can understand him pretty fucking well. Talvez así se calla el hocico." (Maybe that way he can shut the fuck up)

You sighed and rubbed his arm, trying to comfort him. He threw glances at the man that only recoiled to his own self whenever he caught Miguel staring at him.

[eerna]

jesus. yeah thank god for preaching the truth about arcane season two. i mean it had its moments - really, REALLY good moments, and by hell it looked AMAZING - but holy FUCK. what a terrible time to be a fan of ekko. or mel. or jinx. or vi. or viktor. or ambessa. or sevika. and probably more i'm missing (ISHA!!!).

i completely agree with everything about the zaun vs. piltover situation ... just not happening this season? first with shimmer - listen i am not the biggest fan of the chembarons lol they look nice but their characters are. Fine. but if you're going to hype them up in the second episode make them WORTH something, right? and then if you're going to hype up the new jinxers, make THAT worth something too!! would it have been so hard to have a bunch of zaunites fly into piltover following jinx? i mean, that's what everyone THOUGHT that scene would be? you had sevika LEAVE the council meeting. why don't you have jinx convincing her to help. and ekko's with jinx. why wasn't he reunited with the firelights? you're telling the fucking firelights would leave zaun? no but it's just them i guess. and sevika and other zaunites enter the fray at essentially the same time so you would have to change nothing but whaaaatever who gives a fuck.

SPEAKING. OF. EKKO. WHAT THE HELL? his FINAL scene in this show is him mourning jinx and being completely alone. we can have that scene, OBVIOUSLY (given that jinx dies - or fake-dies - which i have my own problems with) but... can bro get a seat on the council? please? can we have like a scene with him and sevika walking in and he nods at sevika or something. i know people were complaining about it being mostly pilties and just sevika at the council meeting but i LOVE that. genuinely. shows us that progress is going to be slow (wow crazy. arcane having realistic class issues in their show about class issues), but can it not be just sevika? and can ekko get some fucking credit for SAVING PILTOVER? sure sure sure it was jayce and viktor but WHO THREW. THE GODDAMN ZDRIVE. AT VIKTOR'S HEAD? EKKO. jesus sorry i'm just crazy upset about that.

i wish they also didn't just have the council in piltover? if we're being given an independent zaun (ARE WE BEING GIVEN AN INDEPENDENT ZAUN??????????????) can we maybe have meetings in zaun too? one of those cute little transitions behind sevika's head where they're meeting in piltover's council room and then we go to the meeting room in zaun? like fucking what? or maybe zaun isn't fucking independent what were we watching this show for. if you're going to keep zaun as part of piltover and leave that part open can you maybe elaborate more than sevika like... sitting down. im a bitch for subtext but at some point it's not subtext it's being lazy??

and meljay. not sure what else to say here tbh like i don't even love them and i thought they were handled so poorly. at least they had chemistry in season one? the fuck was their reunion in act 3? negative chemistry. jayce is imagining viktor. why does he have more chemistry with viktor. big jayvik fan btw im a big fucking jayvik fan but can it NOT come at the expense of an established ship? porque no los dos? like hello? does meljayvik mean nothing to the writers? if you're going to have shippers putting the JayVik Agenda (which admittedly i think is very real of them) into the show can you COMPROMISE ABOUT IT. like considering mel's lonely ass ending and ekko's lonely ass ending there might be a goddamn pattern here.

wow. speaking of lonely ass endings. JINX. MY GIRL???????? breaking down her "death": we have jinx, safe, on a ledge. and we have vi and warwick about to fucking die. vi is faced with two options: try and save warwick (bring back vander) or go to jinx. vi isn't AWARE that trying to save warwick is going to come at the expense at jinx, but WE do, and the WRITERS do. the option of saving warwick or going to jinx is the SAME FUCKING OPTION as the jinx vs. powder question at the end of season one. does vi try and bring back a dead man (one who is GONE, who represents jinx and vi's past coming back to haunt them) or does vi try and accept her trauma and forge a new future with jinx?

...she chooses vander. like ok. yes. that makes sense given the amount of time vi has had to process that vander is alive. and a wolf. and then dead. and then back. and still a wolf. and then fighting them. and then not fighting them. im not expecting her in that situation to take jinx's hand and move on. but if that's the case can the arcane writers then.. give her time to process? because this isn't GOOD. this isn't good for vi. this isn't good for jinx. also do you know what also isn't good for vi OH MY GOD CAITLIN. CAITLIN ISN'T WHY DID THEY HAVE SEX AFTER JINX WAS LIKE "SORRY SIS GOING TO KILL MYSELF" LIKE HELLO VI YOU HAVE OTHER PRIORITIES THIS IS JUST LIKE WHEN YOU LEFT EKKO ON THE BRIDGE WHAT. HELLO. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT.

"im the dirt under your nails" no vi caitlin is the blood under yours.

sorry ok this isn't all my problems with arcane season two but i just realized i've been ranting in your inbox for what's probably over 100 words so maybe i should stop now. sorry bro i may or may not make my own post now mb

NO PROB it's big feelings and opinions time here on eerna dot tumblr~ It's just a terrible time to be a fan of the show methinks. I don't think a single character emerged on the other side of this season by having been done right.

I hated the way the Zaunites refusing to help Piltover was treated like some kind of a dramatic "Well, I guess THEY aren't joining US" scene. Usually we get to see both sides so you don't feel like either side is the main character, but that was such a horrible "You, the viewer, are a Piltie now, and the way Zaunites act will from now on be used as plot twists only" POV. Sevika showed up that way, Jinx and Ekko showed up that way - not as main characters, but as supports to Vi and Cait and Mel and Jayce, the Good Pilties.

"im the dirt under your nails" no vi caitlin is the blood under yours. is such a badass quote, bro!!! I have nothing to add, you've said it all, thanks for sharing~

[monicalestrange4]

El fin de semana conocí a Mónica, era un día normal en el colegio... Teníamos un evento musical y todo se estaba preparando en el patio, sabía que vendría una universidad a hacer una presentación y a cubrir toda la logística pero nunca me imaginé toparme con ella, ahí estaba, armando el escenario, tomando fotografías, haciendo lo suyo, creyendo que nadie la reconocería, pero ahí estaba yo, sin saber si hablarle o no, decirle que la conozco por su Tumblr o Twitter sería muy incómodo para mí y para ella, supongo. Me armé de valor y la saludé, no fue nada incómodo, ella aunque estaba ocupada siempre me prestó atención, aunque sorprendida y algo apenada de que alguien la reconociera y sobre todo un fracasado como yo jaja ella siempre me trató bien, dejó de hacer lo que hacía para mirarme a los ojos y prestarme atención, lo admito no pude sostenerle la mirada por mas de dos segundos, ella de alguna forma te hace sentir feliz, me hizo sentir que valia algo y que a alguien le importaba lo que decía aunque a pesar de los nervios que tenia seguro hable puras estupideces jaja me preguntaba que si me queria sentar mientras ella preparaba todo, que si estaba bien, que donde estaban mis amigos, se preopupaba por mí, SI SI se muy bien que no es porque le guste se que Monica es así con todo el mundo pero nunca lo había sentido en persona, logré congelar este recuerdo en una foto que ella con todo el amor del mundo se tomó, me dejó tomarle la cintura, tomaron la foto, le agradecí y la dejé seguir en su trabajo... Al final del evento ella se despidió de mi a la distancia, moviendo su pequeña mano con entusiasmo, diciendo "Bye rarito" con cariño. Es el texto más SIMP que haya escrito en mi vida, solo tengo 16 años y aquí nadie me conoce pero AMO a Monica y le agradezco mucho por tratarme con humildad y sinceridad.

PD: te dije que haría una FanPage tuya y no me creíste! jajaja bueno, aqui esta

Oh por dios! Que es esta carta haha oww que lindo de tu parte!! No tenías que hacerlo (En serio no tenias que hacerlo, mira donde tengo los pantalones, estoy super mal vestida!!!) hahaha Y no hice nada, solo hable con alquien que me saludó y te traté bien 😅 Amm y en cuanto a la fanpage espero que no te pongas triste si nadie te sigue hahahaha 🤣🤣 Gracias por este lindo ask, pero repito, no hice nada especial me gusta tratar bien a las personas. 💜

English: The weekend I met Monica, it was a normal day at school…. We had a musical event and everything was being prepared in the courtyard, I knew that a university was coming to make a presentation and cover all the logistics but I never imagined running into her, there she was, setting up the stage, taking pictures, doing her thing, thinking that no one would recognize her, but there I was, not knowing whether to talk to her or not, telling her that I know her from her Tumblr or Twitter would be very uncomfortable for me and for her, I guess. I got up the courage and greeted her, it wasn't awkward at all, she even though she was busy always paid attention to me, although surprised and somewhat embarrassed that someone would recognize her and especially a loser like me haha she always treated me well, she stopped what she was doing to look me in the eyes and pay attention to me, I admit I couldn't hold her gaze for more than two seconds, she somehow makes you feel happy, she made me feel that I was worth something and that someone cared about what I said even though I was so nervous I was sure I was talking stupid shit haha she asked me if I wanted to sit down while she prepared everything, if I was ok, where were my friends, she worried about me, YES YES I know very well that it is not because she likes me, I know Monica is like that with everyone but I had never felt it in person, I managed to freeze this memory in a photo that she with all the love in the world took, she let me take her waist, they took the picture, I thanked her and let her continue in her work …. At the end of the event she said goodbye to me from a distance, waving her little hand enthusiastically, saying “Bye weirdo” with affection. This is the most SIMP text I have ever written in my life, I am only 16 years old and nobody knows me here but I LOVE Monica and I thank her very much for treating me with humility and sincerity.

PS: I told you I would make a FanPage of yours and you didn't believe me! hahaha well, here it is!

Oh my goodness! What is this letter haha oww how nice of you!!!! You didn't have to (Seriously you didn't have to, look where my pants are, I'm super underdressed!!!) hahaha And I didn't do anything, I just talked to someone who said hi and treated you nice 😅 Amm and as for the fanpage I hope you don't get sad if no one follows you hahahaha 🤣🤣 Thanks for this nice ask, but I repeat, I didn't do anything special I like to treat people nice. 💜

[xjulixred45x]

HADES AU: Dead Royalty

This is more than a fixed "character x reader" job, this is a job related to an AU of the Hades video game that I came up with based on the interactions of Hades and Zagreus in the game.

We all know that the relationship between these two is BAD, Hades even having depth and reasons to hide things from his son does not excuse him from being a horrible and abusive father towards him, even if he improved as a person and changed, it came to mind? What if with now extra motivation, years of repressed anger, and perhaps a side effect of the mirror of darkness, Zagreus had... enough?

What if somehow Zagreus had been able to "get rid" of Hades in the Underworld? That way he could visit his mother as much as he wanted without having to step over him, or having Hades reveal his location in his escapes, he would no longer have him making life difficult for him and everyone in Hades' house, so why No?

Obviously things go deeper than that, when eventually Hades's absence ends up affecting the stability of the Underworld, a replacement is needed, and Zagreus is his only heir here, so he does it.

That's why I temporarily call this Au "Dead Royalty AU", although any suggestion is fine.

In general, several of Zagreus' relationships remain intact as they are not related to his rank, such as Skelly, Dusa, Orpheus, Eurydice, his mother (who may or may not return to the underworld to help her son), Nyx, Hypnos, etc. .

while others may see Zagrues differently by seeing what he did and how it affected him, like Thanatos, Meg (these two especially even feeling a little guilty for having contributed in some way to the breakdown that led Zagreus to make this decision) Maybe Achilles? Although I don't think so, some bosses, etc.

Zagreus is still a good guy, a prankster, an animal lover, someone with good intentions in the Underworld who doesn't want to be like his father, but definitely the excessive use of darkness and what it did to his father messed with his head a little. .

He wants to do his tasks and improve the lives of people in the underworld (who deserve it). Although I would say that he is somewhat hardened by everything that happened, he is happy and calm for the first time in a long time.

this Au has a lot of potential on its own and for jobs x reader(fluff, yandere, name it) so suggestions, questions? I read You and respond.

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(ESPAÑOL)

esto mas que un trabajo fijo de "personaje x lector" esto es un trabajo relacionado con un AU del videojuego de Hades que se me ocurrio en en base a las interacciones de Hades y Zagreus en el juego.

todos sabemos que la relación entre estos dos es MALA, Hades aun teniendo profundidad y razones para ocultar cosas a su hijo no lo excusa de ser un padre horrible y abusivo hacia el, incluso si mejoro como persona y cambio, me vino a la mente ¿que hubiera pasada si con ahora una motivación extra, los años de ira reprimida, y talvez un efecto secundario del espejo de la oscuridad, Zagreus tenga... suficiente?

¿que pasaria si de alguna forma Zagreus hubiera podida "deshacerse" de Hades en el Inframundo? de esa manera podria visitar a su madre todo lo que quisiera sin tener que pasar sobre el, o que Hades revelara su ubicación en sus huidas, ya no lo tendria haciendole la vida a el y a todos en la casa de Hades difícil, entonces ¿porque no?

obviamente las cosas son mas profundas que eso, cuando eventualmente la ausencia de Hades termina afectando la estabilidad del Inframundo, se necesita un reemplazo, y Zagreus es su unico heredero aqui, asi que lo hace.

por eso llamo de forma temporal este Au "Dead Royalty AU", aunque cualquier sugerencia esta bien.

en general varias de las relaciones de Zagreus se mantienen intactas al no estar relacionadas con su rango, como Skelly, Dusa, Orfeo, Euridice, su madre(que puede o no volver al inframundo a ayudar a su hijo), Nyx, Hypnos, etc.

mientras que otras pueden ver a Zagrues de forma diferente al ver lo que hizo y como lo afecto, como Thanatos, Meg(estos dos especialmente incluso sintiéndose un poco culpables por haber contruibuido de alguna forma al breakdown que llevo a Zagreus a tomar esta decisión), ¿talvez Aquiles? aunque no creo, algunos jefes, etc.

Zagreus sigue siendo un buen chico, bromista, amante de los animales, alguien con buenas intenciones en el Inframundo que no quiere ser como su padre, pero definitivamente el uso excesivo de oscuridad y lo que le hizo a su padre le jodio un poco la cabeza.

el quiere hacer sus tareas y mejorar la vida de las personas en el inframundo(que se lo merezcan). aunque diria que esta algo endurecido por todo lo que paso, esta feliz y tranquilo por primera vez en mucho tiempo.

este Au tiene mucho potencial por su cuenta y para trabajos x lector(fluff, yandere, nombralo) por lo que ¿sugerencias, preguntas? los leo y respondo.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

Ask questiooooons!!! I'm on the mood Right now:D so-

[frank2blonded]

‣ bipolar

𝓟airing ↳ 42!Miles Morales X F!Reader

𝓘𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 .. just a girl in the world who misses her ex.

𝓦arnings .. angst , short story

𝓐uthor's note .. i'm back!! the story is based off the song bipolar by peso pluma

prometi que iba a olvidarte,

i promised that i was going to forget you

You listened along to that line, thinking about him as Peso Pluma was singing that. How ironic.

You and Miles broke up 2 months ago.

After the break up, you tried focusing on yourself, your grades, and your friends. After all, you're only 16.

But when it's late at night, you think about the night he broke up with you.

You both had just went back home after a long day of hanging out with each other. Laughing and having a good time.

He suddenly got quiet. His face looked more serious. You noticed this, so you asked him if something was wrong.

"Hey, are you okay?" You rested your hand on his back.

He was silent again.

"I'm.." He didn't finish his sentence. It looked like he couldn't bring himself to say the rest of the words.

"You're..?" You chuckled a bit, but inside you were worried. Scared.

..

"I'm breaking up with you."

Those words.

You felt like you just got stabbed. Your stomach was turning. He said it with such a calm voice. The same voice that would say 'I love you.'

Your hand went back into your lap. You gulped. What were you supposed to do? Or say?

"Wh-" You stopped yourself. If you opened your mouth again, you would only burst into tears.

You took deep breaths. Your heart was racing. Was it something you did? What did you do? You thought you were the perfect girlfriend.

Slowly, tears were running down your face. You were starting to ruin your makeup. But you quickly wiped them off.

"Is it something I did?" You said, your voice being shaky.

"I'm sorry." Was he being serious? That's all he could say right now? He had to be kidding.

The silence in between the two expanded. You suddenly got up, getting your stuff from his room. Miles watched your every move. He saw you grabbing the plushies you bought him. The basket that you gave him for Valentines. The necklace and bracelet he gave you was now placed on his desk.

He walked into the room as you were still looking around. "You aren't gonna try to fight for us?" He asked. You paused. What?

"There's no way you just asked me that question." You couldn't even turn around to look at him in the eyes. "I'm bein' deadass."

"I'm not going to try and fight for someone who clearly wants nothing to do with me now." You stood on business.

But you wish you had said more.

pero me fallé, yo te volví a buscar

but i failed, i looked for you again

You did, you tried looking for Miles in every new guy that you met. None of them worked out, cause you just ended up ghosting them anyways. You felt so guilty trying to look for the right man when you know the one that you want the most is Miles.

porque por las noches yo fui débil

because at night i was weak

You couldn't help yourself but to stalk him again on another account. He hasn't been posting much. Maybe it's because he misses you too and he's sad? No. Don't be delusional. But.. what if?

y no puda evitar llamar a tu celular

and i couldn't avoid calling your phone

You went to your contacts to see his as 'my stinky boyfriend 💙❤️‼️' You couldn't change it, You always felt like you can still have another chance. You stared at the call button.

…

Ugh, fuck it. You brought the phone up to your ear as it was ringing. A few rings were heard and then it stopped. He didn't answer. (but that's what you thought.)

perdón, no lo sabes

sorry, you don't know

Then you heard a familiar voice. "Hello?" The deep, raspy voice that made you literally melt. "Miles?" You responded, with the biggest fucking smile on your face. "Y/N?" You heard him scoff a bit. "Why are you calling me?" You sighed, you were silent. After what seemed like forever, you finally said something,

pero yo te quiero con el corazón

but i love you with my heart

"I miss you Miles." Your stomach was turning. Why'd you say that? Oh my gosh. Fuck. He's silent.

"Yeah.. I-.."

"I miss you too, mami." You smiled. Your cheekbones started hurting. You almost started crying.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

…

"Can I come over?" You looked down at your clothes, then to your hair in the mirror. You sighed, "Yeah."

te quiero con el corazón.

i love you with my heart.

You waited for a bit to hear the rhythmic knock on your window. You immediately went to the window and opened it to see his face. He smiled at you and went inside your room. You didn't say anything, just stayed silent and admired each other. Even though you looked like total shit. He then hugged you, long and hard. You missed his touch. You melted into his lean body and smelled that cologne he always wears. You missed this.

"Gosh, you don't know how much I missed being with you." You whispered. You were both then looking into each other's eyes and your eyes were a bit teary. "Oh, trust me, I can tell." He joked as he was hearing the song playing. You both laughed.

The night ended well, and the morning was even better, feeling his strong arms around you.

[whumble-beeee]

The Name of The Game

The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping | Cont'd from Part 8

Content: mentioned past attempted noncon, hysterical whumpee/nervous breakdown (seriously yall, it gets bad), disabled whumpee, trans whumpee, tied up/handcuffs, noncon unshirtening, past captivity references

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Excerpt from: The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping; a self-help guide for villains and bounty-hunters

[While following this guide, as well as generally while playing the wonderful game that is villainy, you will find that the advice can rarely be fitted to every specific scenario. But one piece of advice is universal: If you value your freedom, your loved ones, and your life, you must never reveal your secret identity to your captured hero. As soon as you do, there is no more facade. Villainy is no longer a game. It is your life. And heroes will not hesitate to destroy your life if it means they can win the game. 

If a hero (or ANY untrusted party) ever happens upon your secret identity, it is your responsibility, as a villain and as a human being, to accept the end of your life as you know it…

Or to ensure that the hero can never tell another living soul.]

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“See you soon?” Deeby repeated Sweater-vest’s last words incredulously. “See you soon?! Christ, and you know he knows– god, he just needs to stop being such un pendejo and shut the hell up, stop making everything about his goddamn god complex and shoving it en las caras de todos–”

The sudden anger from the usually cool and smug Deeby did not help the apparent panic attack seeping ever so quickly into Stan’s consciousness, especially with said seething bounty hunter circling around the room like an angry shark as he muttered to himself and gesticulated wildly. 

Stan cowered to hide his shirtlessness from said angry shark. His chest and limbs started to buzz from all the excess oxygen entering his system as he took in heavy breaths, his head spinning, dizzy, hurting, every muscle clenching.

“--y quién se cree ese cabrón para venir a joderme MI TRABAJO?” 

He was so angry. So loud, talking so fast, and what the hell was he even saying?! It was too much, too much.

 “Y la puta Lana no puede ni aparecer para decirme que me está jodiendo la vida OTRA VEZ porque es lo único que le encanta hacer, joderme TODO lo que–”

Stop it stop it stay calm stay calm please not now please please please not now you can’t show weakness like this in front of your kidnapper you can’t stop it STOP IT–

He took in an involuntary loud heaving breath. Then fell into a stuttering slew of smaller breaths as he tried to keep quiet, and Deeby finally took notice of the state of his captive. 

Stan squeaked and pulled the jacket around himself tighter. He was small, he was silent, he was invisible. 

Then he gasped in another desperate heaving breath with an involuntary cry of panic when he suddenly ran out of air. He’d stopped breathing entirely with all his efforts.

“Stan? Qué es–... Ah, you good?”

Stan nodded quickly, shaking. “F-fine, fine.”

Deeby raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t lie to me. What is this, you having a panic attack?”

He couldn’t get his eyes to focus, but he shook his head fervently. Then reeled as it made the dizziness and headache so much worse.

“Stan, talk to me, chiquito. If he actually did something to you, tell me. I need a good reason to kill him, you’d be helping me out a lot.”

He didn't actually even hurt me, did he? 

“No–! I-I u-uh-uh yes-s-s, but– but–” 

I don't WANT to ‘help you out’! I don't want to talk about it! ESPECIALLY not with you. 

He let out a whine and failed to swallow the giant knot forming in his throat.

“Alright, is this about the shirt then? Or the uh, the chest thing? Is that why you went from colonizer white to ghost white when you thought I was gonna make you strip earlier?” He walked over to the tattered shirt and scooped it up. “Because if that's what got you, I can assure you I don’t give a single crap what you’ve–... got in your...”

Deeby trailed off as he held up the grey strips of fabric that used to be Stan's button-down. 

And just stared.

Stan gawked at the unrecognizable shredded fabric hanging in the bounty hunter's hands. His breath caught in his throat. He hadn't realized how utterly destroyed his beloved shirt was. What was he supposed to wear now?

“That… Motherfucker…” Deeby muttered, almost as as aghast as Stan. “Christ, I knew he'd pull some grade-A bullshit, but this–”

“Y-you KNEW?!” Stan gasped out, surprising himself with the volume of his outburst. “You– You knew he was gonna– gonna try to...”

Deeby didn't look up from the tatters in his hands. “Yeah. He's predictable, if nothing else.”

Stan's entire body felt like it was full of angry bees. “You–... You left me-e alone with ‘im. On pu-urpose.”

“And everything turned out fine, you're fine. Look runt, we need to have a little talk about what–”

“NO!” Stan cried, ignoring the drop in his stomach when Deeby's eyes took on a slight challenging glint at the interruption. “No, don’t change the subject! You left me alone with him! You knew he was gonna try to– to rape me and you left me alone with him! Handcuffed, chained to the floor, powerless, immobile, beat up to hell and– a-and unable to defend myself and you-you left me alone with him!”

The floodgates were opening. The stifling sense of justice suffocating Stan from the inside out wouldn’t let the injustices go unsaid any longer, crashing through his body and just about ready to make him burst. Ironic, given the everything.

Deeby’s jaw set. “Stan. I wouldn’t have left that shit-for-brains alone with anyone if I didn’t have to.”

“Oh, but you– you had to?” Stan taunted, hoping the sarcasm came through in his voice even with the stuttering and heaving breaths. “What, Dee-deeby the great bounty hunter actually answers to someone? Enough to put the uh, the bounty in danger? Or are you just scared of him, wanted to get away?!” 

Deeby snorted.

“Hell yeah, I'll do whatever if the buyer asks it,” he proclaimed. "And I'm not scared of that human cringe-fail. The day I'm scared of him is the day I'm dragged away screaming and turned into… well, you, basically. But I mean, that's when he's actually dangerous…" 

He seemed to think on it for a moment. Then crouched down in front of Stan, smug grin replaced with something like the look a friend gives when they think you're about to ruin your life with a single dumb decision.

“Honesty, bud… I wouldn't be so tough around a guy like that if I were a guy like you. Best to just fuel his ego.”

Stan physically recoiled. “Don't tell me what–! Who-wh–…”

That insult sounded way too genuine. Since when was the mercenary genuine?

“Wait, wait, you'd…” Stan shook his head, trying to untangle his thoughts from the spaghetti of his mind. This concussion was killing him. He could barely think. “If you were… Who even was th-that?”

Another chuckle. “What, Tweedy? That was Vaughn. He said that earlier, though I applaud your ability to block him out. Wish I could do that.”

Then again, the hunter was most likely just trying to psych him out. Get him to behave again. Stan wouldn't fall for something like that.

“No, idiot, I mean–... I meant who is he? Why is he going to-to see me soon?… And– and for that matter, are you working together? Because it seems like you hate each other.”

Deeby let out a huff of air. “Look, bud, we need to talk about that phone call I had to take, the boss–”

“You're avoiding the question.”

“Well frankly, there's more important things to talk about,” Deeby dismissed quickly. “So I was talking with the boss-lady on the phone while you were–”

“I don’t care about what that Lana person has to say!” Stan said, slamming his hands on the floor for effect, a breath-stealing pang running through his ribs at the jostling. “Jus– Just tell me who you guys are, tell me why I’m here, tell me why I should be scared of ‘a guy like that’! Who ARE you?!”

Deeby narrowed his eyes slightly. “We need to talk about what's going to happen to you next. And you're gonna listen to that. Not yell demands at me like some asshole 6-year-old, because you already know I don't deal with all that ‘who am I, secret identity’ crap, so you're not getting those answers.”

Well actually, judging by the horrible sticky weight that slammed Stan in the gut when Deeby said that, he didn't want to know what horrors awaited him next. So next best thing? Keep being an asshole 6-year-old.

“Why?”

“Anonymity is the most valuable tool you can have in this game.” Deeby recited it like a script, exaggerating a monotone boredom. “Also I'm not an idiot, it's protocol that's saved me before, it helps me do my job without getting invested… take your pick.”

“You're not even wearing your mask any more!” Stan cried. “So much for secret identity!”

“I think what you're meaning to say is ‘thank you for rushing to save my damsel-in-distress ass from some twink with scissors when you heard me screaming for help even though you were dealing with a really important phone call from the worst person ever’. And you're very welcome. Now we need to talk about what I found out in that dumbass phone call and what it means for you.”

He always had an answer for everything, huh? Always another quip.

Stan's blood started to boil, and he may have actually, genuinely growled a little. 

“S-so-so so what, you are scared of her, then? You're scared of her and that's why you left me with that monster?!” He tried, spitting back as much smug asshole-ness as Deeby had been throwing at him. “Is that why you hate them, you’re just their damn lackey doing whatever they tell you to do?! Just a puppet for them to guide around, running around capturing supers and serving them up on a silver platter like a good little servant?!”

Deeby stared at him, genuinely stunned by the sudden venom in the captive's words. His fists clenched by his side.

 Hm. Stan may have gone too far.

“Look, McKellen,” Deeby spat as he took an authoritative step forward, voice slow, low and dark. “There are things at play here that you can’t know about–”

“Why not?!” Stan felt like he was losing it, voice creaky and high and hoarse. “Obviously I’m gonna be trapped here with you assholes for the rest of my short life until you kill me with some new form of torture experiment bullshit! Why not tell me everything?! Why not do whatever you want with me?! Just tell me! Please!!”

Stan glared desperately at the bounty hunter. He knew he wasn’t even just crossing the line at this point; he was sprinting over the line and stomping on it repeatedly in a panic-fueled frenzy, kicking at it and letting out his full fury as if the line itself had done this to him, as if absolutely decimating the line would somehow fix everything.

Way deep down, almost too far down to admit to himself, he almost hoped the mercenary would see through the insults and the fighting to see the pleading, hurt, scared man underneath. And then take pity. Just let him have this one thing, before he broke entirely.

But the bounty hunter glared right back at him.

“No.” He stated venomously. “Right now, you're going to shut up. And listen.”

As if Stan would ever listen to the orders of his kidnapper. Of a villain.

A small laugh, just a little chuckle, took root his chest. A disbelieving smile cracked across his face.

The absence of the signature unbothered grin, the absence of the mask, the deathly seriousness? Not to mention the gun, the knives, the chains, the handcuffs, the power suppressing collar, no cane or crutch or any viable mobility aid in sight, and beaten so hard multiple times that he probably couldn't run properly anyway even if he did have a knee that actually worked…

This really was hopeless, wasn't it? 

He could rage against the dying of the light all he wanted. Scream and shout and cry and fight and say witty things to hide the excruciating, never-ending pain. 

But the light would still die all the same.

He clutched Deeby's very own stupid cowboy-ass jacket around his shoulders. He couldn't even defend himself from getting his shirt ripped to shreds right off his body!

And this bitch–

“You– you don't think…” he had to pause to let out a barrage of inappropriate giggles, then shoved up shakily to his feet, back braced against the wall. “You don't still think I'm gonna– that, that I'm gonna escape, do you?!”

Deeby gave pause, eyeing Stan up and down. Really thinking about it. He took a deep breath. A low grumble emanated from the base of his throat.

“No. I don't.”

Stan laughed out again, full force this time. Desperate. Tearful.

“Then just–... just TELL ME!! IT DOESN'T MATTER!! IT DOESN'T!! IT'LL DIE WITH ME!!”

The mercenary's mouth pressed into a thin line. Was that confusion etched into his features? Or worry? Maybe anger…

“It does matter,” He growled through gritted teeth. “It's probably the most important thing you could know, who I am. Who we are.”

Stan let out a loud cry of anguish, screeching out every single frustration at the unfairness of the world, at this situation, at Deeby and Vaughn and whoever Lana was, at the collar and the chains and the cut and bruises and broken bones and his broken, useless knee into a single, guttural sound. 

“WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME ANYTIN-GAH-AH!!”

Very, very suddenly, the lapels of Deeby's loosely draped jacket tightened around his body and slammed him back into the wall, the fleece-lined collar of the jacket twisting and pulling on the power-suppressing strap clamped around his neck, contracting it, choking him just as the slam forced all the breath out of his lungs. 

Stan clawed back against the force, only managing to grasp at Deeby’s forearms uselessly as they twisted the jacket ever tighter around him. Pinning his arms. Trapping him. He had to heave in and out gasping breaths just to get enough air to breath through his half obstructed airways.

“Look at me, chiquito,” the bounty hunter snarled. “Look me in the eye!”

Stan's panicked eyes paused their sporadic dance around the room. They locked dead onto the mercenary's fiery gaze.

“Did you break your damn brain in the 3 minutes I was gone?” Deeby hissed into his ear. Stan almost screeched in terror. “I don't know what sort of fuckery your mind has been conjuring up that you can't get this very simple concept without going insane,” he jolted Stan and dragged out an involuntary whimper from his throat. 

“But whatever it is, shut it down. Now. I'm gonna tell you the bare minimum of what you need to know, and you're gonna sit there and listen or else I won't tell you jack shit and knock you unconscious so I don't have to deal with your bullshit. Agreed?!” 

“I– Ah, a-ah, I– No, I- I, no-no no No-o–”

He couldn't get his thoughts to line up properly. They swarmed around his head like locusts in a dust bowl, bouncing into each other, frenzied, an indecipherable cloud of fear and frustration that his horrible attempt at defiance, futile as it may have been, always just made everything worse.

He could never stop himself.

Angry tears rimmed at Stan's eyes. His body hurt. His brain pounded in his skull. His ribs cried out in protest as they pressed into the wall. The various bruises and their dull, throbbing aches, the cuts and bleeding wounds and their sharp, searing screeches, the sticky and caked on dried blood, so familiar now it was almost a second skin, Deeby's weight pinning him to the wall, so similar and yet so different to the way Vaughn had done the same.

No. No, no, no, no.

He squeezed his eyes shut, tears finally falling in hot, fat drops down his cheeks. The bounty hunter was so close, too close. Stan tried to pull away, and he just leaned on him harder, their faces barely inches apart.

“Agreed, chiquito?” The voice rumbled through his entire body, sending shivers up and down his spine.

No no no no no no no he needed to get away, get away now, please please that's all he needed he couldn't get away he couldn't even move his arms he could barely breathe–

“WHY DON'T YOU JUST RAPE ME ALREADY?!” Stan screamed into the endless cacophonous void.

And silence.

And the entire world went still.

Deeby’s mouth fell literally agape.

His grip on Stan loosened considerably. Not out of pity or any other considerate emotion. Just shock.

At least Stan could finally breathe again. Not that he took a single breath in the silence.

“I–...” Deeby finally choked out. “I-I beg you finest fucking what?!”

“Just fucking do it,” Stan hissed, gasping. “We both know you could. I couldn't even stop Vaughn, you think I could stop you?!”

The words spewed out of his mouth faster than he could stop them, like a volcano that had finally exploded its top off in a fiery glory. And the way Deeby looked at him, as if his features were having an all out war over shock, horror, or honestly very justified anger? Oh, that did nothing but fan the flames of Stan's sorrow-filed hysteria.

“Tall ass muscle-bound freak with an actual gun that captured me and beat me up again and again then left me to die?! I don't even know who you are! You can do whatever you want and I can't do jack shit to stop you! Just do it, hurt me, rape me, it doesn't matter! Vaughn knew that, you can too!” Stan attempted to shove the bounty hunter off, but he still didn't move. 

“Please, please, I'm begging you, is that what you want?! I'll get on my knees!”

Stan collapsed against Deeby's hold, and to his surprise, Deeby finally let him. Well, not ‘let him,’ more like ‘recoiled and jumped back when he felt Stan collapsing in his grasp'. 

All the same.

“Chiquito,” Deeby rasped. “I'm– not exactly sure what or why you're demanding, but I'm not going to–”

“Why not?! It doesn't matter!” Stan assured, holding his arms out to fully present himself now, shedding the jacket onto the floor behind him and taking a daring scoot forward. “I bet you just kicked Vaughn out because you wanted me all to yourself! I bet you just love seeing me scared and helpless and half naked in your stupid fucking yee-yee jacket–”

“Alright, Stan, enough!”

“AT LEAST VAUGHN had the decency to not pretend like he was a decent fucking person like you!” Stan yelled. “We both know you're not above it, fucking professional kidnapper and torturer! So just do it! Like Vaughn wanted to, like he tried to! Finish what he started, you have me all to yourself now! DO IT! DO IT I DARE–”

“The name's Declan.”

The statement was a whisper in the storm. Stan almost missed it. But the resolute certainty of the southern twang stopped him dead in his tracks.

“What–… What did you just–?”

It was astounding how quickly his voice had turned meek from the cacophony of chaos mere seconds before. Dark freckles stood out against an even starker white face than usual.

“It's Declan,” the mercenary stated once more. “My name. My name’s Declan. You wanted t’know who we are, who I am? Fine then, I'm Declan. Want the last name too?”

“I– wait–!”

“It's Cansano. Declan Cansano.”

Stan was shaking, a million thoughts crashing down upon him like a tidal wave. If he weren't already on his knees, surely he would have collapsed. 

He hadn't actually… meant any of that. No. Had he? No. He couldn't have. He didn't want to know who the mercenary was. No, he didn't. He didn't, not really! He would never want that! Never!

“That’s not… Wh-why would you…?”

The bounty hunter shrugged. “You wanted to know who I am. You asked, you screamed, you insulted me and you went fuckin’ nuts over it.” His thunder-filled eyes betrayed his completely relaxed demeanor. “Declan Cansano. Don't forget‘t.”

“I just– That's not what– Wait, Deeby, you– Where are you going?!”

Deeby was already halfway to the door when he swiftly spun around, fists clenched and any trace of the easy demeanor vanished in those bright blood-stained eyes. 

“I can't fuckin’ deal with you right now!”

Stan nearly launched himself back in fear, right back onto Deeby's stupid, soft jacket. He grasped it up as a barrier between him and the mercenary without even thinking. The mercenary's demeanor relaxed from absolutely terrifying to merely extremely angry at the sorry sight.

“I'm leaving for a bit.” He whipped around and grasped for the lapels of his jacket to yank it on, only for his grasp to come up empty. He whipped around a third time. “And I'll be expectin’ my coat back when I get back! You better've calmed the hell down by then, if you know what’s good for you.”

Wait, wait, he was leaving? No!

Stan tried to scramble after Deeby, but immediately fell to the agony of his knee and the length of his leash. 

“Don't go, please!” he pleaded.

Deeby didn’t stop. “Why?”

What if you come back with more torture tools? 

What if you don't come back at all? 

I still have more questions for you. 

You can't just leave me here, I'm hurt! 

I shouldn't be alone right now. I can't. I'm scared of what will happen, I'm going insane.

Even you are better than no one at all.

“What– what if Vaughn comes back?!”

Deeby scoffed. “I'm not going that far, damn. Eat some protein bars while I'm gone so you don't die, should help with the insanity. Back soon.”

And the door to the room closed shut behind him, the click echoing off the walls in the sudden unbearable silence. 

Stan collapsed to the floor, defeated.

He clutched the jacket closer. 

Pulled it tight around his shoulders, fingernails leaving small crescent-shaped indents on the well-worn hide. The cotton lining was so surprisingly soft against his skin. Hell, he could smell the dirt and musk that permeated the jacket from years of use, the smal signs that this jacket had seen the capture of dozens of supers.

Declan.

Declan Cansano.

Professional Superhero-Hunter.

Stan screamed into the endless abyss around him.

And this time, Declan didn’t come back to save him.

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[narcosmx]

being the arellano baby and being into ismael "mayo" zambada would include (the wedding cont.)

a/n: has to get this out of my head and dump it here

okay i had this idea stuck in my head

the last part ended with this moment of like benjamin and ramon at odds

benjamin was out here trying to butter mayo up and have you dance with him and at the same time, ramon is sicking his dogs on you to keep you away from mayo

and if this wasn't the representation of your life, watching on the sidelines as like wtf while the boys make these decisions for you

and the idea that stuck in my head was just like what if in that moment you snapped

you had lived your who life being calm, agreeable and this, this just made you snap

so kitty is wrapping his arm around you, guiding you away from mayo who is measuring his next move and you just stop

"no, no, no dejame" you protests, shaking kitty off but when he comes off to grab you by the elbow that's when you truly fucking pop off

"no me escuchastes? get the fuck out of my way, en serio. i'm an arellano-felix just as much as my brothers are dont fucking forget it"

the fucking look on literally everyone's faces when you reminded people who's fucking twin you were

kitty lowering his glasses, giving ramon this look before turing to you with a little like damn girl smirk "orale, perdoname patrona"

i swear dina is in the background with this big ol fucking smile on her face

and you kinda turning around to mayo who is standing there with arms crossed shaking his head in lowkey amazement

"pues, mi princesa, por lo menos ya se quien realmente manda aqui" he teases as he reaches out to you with this little teasing look

you reaching out to grab his hand, him pulling you into him with much less hesitancy now and slinging his arm around your waist as he leads you to go dance

i just pout of getting to the dance floor and he bring you up against him gently, slow dancing to luis miguel and you just kinda melting into him

i'm screaming, head pressed against him and him leaning down to whisper something like "i could get used to this" or or something about like "quizas puedo dejar de ser mi propio patron, solo si tu eres la patrona"

i will never and i mean never get over the thought of mayo calling you his patrona because he will always defer to you

when they stopped the music to transition to the speeches and stuff, you and mayo being the last ones on the dance floor and you being pulled away by one of your sister

"ahorita te la regreso" she'd tease mayo and i just the logging looks you give each others please kill me

okay but then we get to that fucking moment in the speeches, where the poor fucking soul from the sinaloa cartel who was like "and a toast to the eight inches she'll be swallowing" or some shit like that

but could you picture if he added something about baby arellano too if he added something about "and i have some inches the youngest can choke on, don't worry nena"

i'm screeching at the idea of mayo slamming his fucking fist down on the table and standing to like death glare this man almost just almost as fast as ramon gets up to fucking take care of it

dina and benjamin escorting you to go sit down, mayo i just :(( coming over to you and reaching his hand out to caress your face making sure you're okay

thumb going softly across your cheek and he's searching your face "ay, nos encargamos de esto, no te preocupas, reina"

and him winking at you before turning and just casually walking out the door not far behind ramon and his juniors

why do i have this idea of mayo being the kind of man that would want to bring you out and have this piece of shit apologize to you

like holding this guys head up, blowing smoke in his face and being like "pidale perdon, mas bien ruega que te perdona porque yo no"

anyways i'll leave this here

[esuemmanuel]

Me he deshojado lenta y dolorosamente, como aquel árbol que veo danzar triste, cada que abro los ojos al despertar. He ido dejando caer mis pensamientos a la par de sus hojas secas con el trémulo escalofrío del alba otoñal, el cual se imprime taciturno sobre la superficie del asfalto por el que son arrastradas al soplar el viento de la mañana. Me he deshojado así, tan pausado y silencioso, tan misterioso y solitario, que el tiempo ha pasado en calma, pues las hojas de mi alma no alcanzan a perturbar la salida del sol ni la faceta lunar. Me he despojado de mí, de todos esos vicios que me descomponían y me revolvían, transformándome en un ente mundano y vil… ¿Y adónde han ido mis hojas? Ésas se han esparcido por el mundo en el que nací. ¿Y en qué mundo nací? En ése que creó la mente de quien me ha escrito desde que le hablé al oído de lo que sentí. Fueron tan parecidos nuestros sentimientos que no dudó en tomarme como un ejemplo para hacerse oír. Al final, lo confundí, volviéndolo mío en un trastorno que aún le pesa curarse, y es que me pegué en sus neuronas, en sus células, en sus átomos, en su carne, en su sentir y su pensar; me le pegué tanto que ya no sabe en dónde está ni quién es. Me he apropiado de su alma, de su corazón, de su esperanza… Me atrevo a decir que no queda nada de su persona, aunque se piense que sí. ¡Qué poder tan grande tenemos los personajes! ¡Qué poder tan inmenso se nos ha concedido al ser escuchados por el que no puede evitar escribirnos! Porque yo seguiré siendo… seguiré estando… seguiré poseyendo sus manos, su corazón, su alma, su espacio y su soledad. Ya no existe él, sólo yo… y, en este yo, lo más que puede hallarse es la nada. Y pensar que nací de un sentimiento no hablado… hoy soy todo lo que no se calla en sus manos.

I have slowly and painfully shed my leaves, like that tree that I see dancing sadly, every time I open my eyes when I wake up. I have been dropping my thoughts along with its dry leaves with the tremulous shiver of the autumn dawn, which is printed taciturnly on the surface of the asphalt where they are dragged when the morning wind blows. I have shed myself thus, so leisurely and silent, so mysterious and solitary, that time has passed calmly, for the leaves of my soul do not reach to disturb the sunrise or the lunar facet. I have stripped myself of myself, of all those vices that decomposed and revolted me, transforming me into a mundane and vile entity... And where have my leaves gone? They have been scattered throughout the world in which I was born. And in what world was I born? In the one created by the mind of the one who has written to me since I spoke in his ear what I felt. Our feelings were so similar that he did not hesitate to take me as an example to make himself heard. In the end, I confused him, making him mine in a disorder that he still struggles to cure, and I got stuck in his neurons, in his cells, in his atoms, in his flesh, in his feeling and thinking; I got so stuck to him that he no longer knows where he is or who he is. I have appropriated his soul, his heart, his hope... I dare say that there is nothing left of his person, even if he thinks there is. What great power we characters have! What immense power we have been granted by being listened to by the one who cannot help but write to us! Because I will still be... I will still possess his hands, his heart, his soul, his space and his solitude. There is no longer him, only me... and, in this me, the most that can be found is nothingness. And to think that I was born from an unspoken feeling... today I am all that is not silent in his hands.

[ultravioletqueen]

I love cute ships between people who didn't have an easy life, and I didn't miss the opportunity to make this type of ship with Elin and Ford, that's how FORLIN was born.

They met thanks to Hector becoming friends with Dipper and Mabel, Elin was definitely very curious about Ford during this time but Ford wanted to keep his distance because 1) he wanted to focus on other things and 2) he hadn't interacted with a normal woman for years so he was afraid of looking strange in front of this sweet lady.

Although sooner or later they ended up interacting more when Hector began to spend more time with the pines, they both began to talk about the children and the strange things in the town, this made them start to be friends.

Now talking more in depth about the relationship!

Elin may not be as brilliant as Ford but she is the voice of reason (or the heart) when he needs it, she is something like the moral compass.

Elin often feels insecure about being a good mother but Ford often reassures her with facts about why she shouldn't doubt her motherhood since after all escaping a toxic relationship and taking her children to a safe place to start over already makes her a phenomenal mother.

They are both touch starved and a little nervous about it but Elin usually takes the initiative with the touch.

Ford is the more protective of the two, not only because Ford is generally like that with his loved ones but because Elin usually freezes in the face of fear or danger (especially if said danger is her ex) so Ford takes the initiative to protect her.

(Español)

Amo los ships tiernos entre personas que no tuvieron la vida facil, y no perdí la oportunidad de hacer este tipo de ship con elin y ford, así nació FORLIN.

Se conocieron gracias a que hector se hizo amigo de dipper y mabel, elin definitivamente sintió mucha curiosidad por ford durante este tiempo pero ford quiso mantener su distancia debido a que 1)quería centrarse en otras cosas y 2)no había interactuado con una mujer normal por años por lo que tenía miedo de quedar raro frente a esta dulce doña.

Aunque tarde o temprano terminaron interactuando mas cuando hector empezó a estar más tiempo con los pines, ambos empezaron a hablar sobre los niños y sobre las cosas raras del pueblo, esto hizo que empezarán a ser amigos.

¡Ahora hablando más a fondo de la relación!

elin no será tan brillante como ford pero ella es la voz de la razon(o del corazón) cuando el lo necesita, ella es algo así como la brújula moral.

Elin suele sentirse insegura sobre ser una buena madre pero ford suele asegurarle con hechos sobre porque no debería dudar de su maternidad ya que después de todo el escapar de una relación toxica y llevar sus hijos a un lugar seguro para empezar de nuevo ya la hace una madre fenomenal.

Ambos están hambrientos de contacto y algo nerviosos al respecto pero elin suele tomar la iniciativa con el contacto.

Ford es el más protector de los dos, no solo porque ford en general es así con sus seres queridos sino porque elin suele congelarse ante el miedo o peligro(sobretodo si dicho peligro es su ex) por lo que ford toma la iniciativa para proteger a elin.

[the-guy-with-the-tourette]

Heya, wanna hear my little idea of a ttrpg system? :D | Oie, quer ouvir minha ideiazinha de um sistema de rpg de mesa? :D

Okay, let's start simple, I had a cool little idea of a universe that I wanted to make, and I originally was going to make it into a game, but then I thought an ttrpg was the better fit. Anyways after a little brainstorming I decided to make a cool little system for it. I call it S&C which is short for Stones and Crystals (name was thought up by my brother and very clearly inspired by D&D, just like the system) the name comes from the fact that stones are clearly important for the ancients and crystal are what ancients make when they want to make silly monster guys (who sometimes are also little). I won't explain exactly what are ancients but they are the only different humanoid species that there is outside of half ancients which don't count in my book, but they are created when a large amount of ancient energy and matter (of any kind) are focused in a single area, and end up creating a talisman of that element which after 4 days create a consciousness and after a few years create a whole body based around someone they liked, if there is no one. They might create a body which they find useful. But enough of ancients let's talk about books, I plan on writing three books about the system, book one to help create a character and explain the world, book two to explain the combat system and some weapons and finally book three which has yet to been finished is about the enemies and allies of the world. I have book one and two, but three is on the works. And my problem lies on the fact that I have no good playtesters, so I decided to come to Tumblr to get some quality advice on the system because if the videos are accurate, you guys get it. So if you want to criticize every fiber of my being, you can. That's why I came here. Anyways here's the books enjoy. Oh yeah also I took some inspiration of Ordem Paranormal in case you're from Brasil and like it there may be some parts you'll find familiar.

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Okay, vamos começar de forma simples, eu tinha uma pequena ideia legal de um universo que queria fazer, e originalmente iria transformá-lo em um jogo, mas então pensei que um rpg de mesa seria a melhor opção. De qualquer forma, depois de um pouco de brainstorming, decidi fazer um pequeno sistema legal para isso. Eu chamo esse sistema de P&C que é a abreviação de Pedras e Cristais (nome foi inventado pelo meu irmão e claramente inspirado em D&D, assim como o sistema) o nome vem do fato de que as pedras são claramente importantes para os anciões e os cristais são o que os anciões fazem quando querem fazer monstros bobos (que às vezes também são picutinhos). Não vou explicar exatamente o que são os anciões, mas eles são as únicas espécies de humanoides diferentes que existem fora dos meio-anciões que não contam na minha opinião, mas anciões são criados quando uma grande quantidade de energia anciã e matéria (de qualquer tipo) ficam focados em uma única área, e acabam criando um talismã desse elemento que após 4 dias criam uma consciência e após alguns anos criam um corpo inteiro baseado em alguém de quem gostaram, se não houver ninguém. Eles podem criar um corpo que considerem útil. Mas chega de antigos, vamos falar de livros, pretendo escrever três livros sobre o sistema, o livro um é para ajudar a criar um personagem e explicar o mundo, o livro dois é para explicar o sistema de combate e algumas armas e finalmente o livro três que ainda não foi terminado é sobre os inimigos e aliados do mundo. Tenho o livro um e dois, mas o terceiro está em andamento. E meu problema está no fato de não ter bons playtesters, então decidi vir ao Tumblr para obter alguns conselhos de qualidade sobre o sistema, porque se os vídeos forem precisos, vocês entendem. Então, se quiser criticar cada fibra do meu ser, você pode. É por isso que vim aqui. De qualquer forma, aqui estão os livros, aproveite. A é e só pra falar em algumas partes me inspirei em Ordem Paranormal então se você gosta vai reconhecer certas partes

Livro Um (Versão PT-BR)

Livro Dois (Versão PT-BR)

Book One (English version, sorry I had little time so I used google translate instead of writing by hand, please tell me mistakes I didn't find and correct)

Book Two (English version, same thing here)

Okay that's all, have a great life and also support trans rights, or else...

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Okay era isso, viva uma ótima vida e também suporte direitos trans, se não...

[quitealotofsodapop]

Ash ayúdame creo que me fume algo muy fuerte...

Se me ocurrió un au! porque hace tiempo quería leer un fanfic crossover de Dragon ball y LMK pero no encontré absolutamente nada. Y luego la fumada termino creciendo...

Asi que DAMAS, CABALLEROS Y SIN GENERO ALGUNO!! LES PRESENTO LO SIGUIENTE:

¿Que pasaría Si los Saiyajines son en realidad monos celestiales?

en este au los monos celestiales eran el principal ejercito del reino celestial, se podría decir que eran el cuerpo o ''la infantería''(Una infantería muy aguerrida) pero eran mas tratados como mascotas al servicio de los generales (como todo ser pensante con rasgos animales) pero sin embargo esta población termino sobrepoblado y volviéndose cada vez mas violenta que ''no tuvieron de otra'' que exterminarla; algunos lograron escapar muy lejos hacia las estrellas pero otros aparentemente no huyeron muy lejos...

Las diferencias entre sus ancestros y los saiyajines debido al nuevo habitad terminaron cambiando sus rasgos hasta parecerse a ''super humanos con cola'' mientras que los que huyeron no muy lejos no cambiaron sus rasgos conservaban sus mas simios'' como la nariz chata, hocicos mas cortos y marcas faciales... pero al igual que sus ''primos'' carecían de pelo...

Aquí me baso en el headcanon de que los saiyajines ancianos no envejecen como los humanos, desarrollar arugas y canas, sino que ellos desarrollan pelaje como el de los monos, así que Monkey King y Macaque se podría decir que son ancianos.

Hay tanto que quiero vomitar aquí mismo pero podría terminar ser muy agobiante así que por ahora es una parte 1.

y quería hablar de esto con alguien, y ademas me gusta mas crear conceptos y si alguien quiere usarlos pues con gusto! uwu

Ademas me di la tarea de buscar como hacer los ojos de los saiyajines para hacer versiones de los changos.

puse a todos los monos tanto canons como los de fanfics y queria pobar una nueva forma de hacer el ojo de Wukong basandome esta captura dhsvajdhas

translated via google:

"Ash, help me, I think I smoked something very strong… I came up with an ouch! because for a long time I wanted to read a Dragon Ball and LMK crossover fanfic but I couldn't find anything at all. And then the smoke ended up growing… So LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND WITHOUT ANY GENDER!! I PRESENT TO YOU THE FOLLOWING: What if the Saiyans are actually celestial apes? In this au the celestial monkeys were the main army of the celestial kingdom, you could say that they were the body or ''the infantry'' (a very brave infantry) but they were more treated as pets at the service of the generals (like all thinking beings). with animal features) but nevertheless this population ended up overpopulated and becoming increasingly more violent that "they had no choice" but to exterminate it; some managed to escape very far towards the stars but others apparently did not flee very far… The differences between their ancestors and the Saiyans due to the new habitat ended up changing their features until they resembled ''super humans with tails'' while those who fled not far away did not change their features, they kept their most simian features'' such as the snub nose, shorter snouts and facial markings… but like their ''cousins'' they lacked hair… Here I rely on the headcanon that elderly Saiyans do not age like humans, developing wrinkles and gray hair, but rather they develop fur like that of monkeys, so Monkey King and Macaque could be said to be elderly. There's so much I want to vomit right here but it could end up being too overwhelming so for now it's a part 1. and I wanted to talk about this with someone, and I also like creating concepts more and if someone wants to use them, then with pleasure! uwu I also gave myself the task of looking for how to make the eyes of the Saiyans to make versions of the monkeys. I put all the monkeys both canon and fanfic and I wanted to try a new way to make Wukong's eye based on this screenshot dhsvajdhas"

These drawings are all so very cool!

My only issue being that I have not watched any episode of Dragon Ball, and barely understand how Saiyan's work. Though it would be an interesting twist if they all turned out just to be hairless space monkeys. XD

I love the way you draw Sun Wukong, and all the different eye shapes you drew! The artstyle of Dragon Ball does work very well for these characters!

[justkyoko]

wodahs x sullivan

🇺🇲 OH MY GOD THE FANDOM OF 2 PEOPLE (me and my best friend lol) IS GOING TO INCREASE TO 3 PEOPLES AAAAAAAAH!!! (I'm so sorry to be so excited, but I'm really excited that someone else likes them too). But well, from the various headcanons I have, I've gathered my favorites, so I hope that both you and those who parachuted here like it! A good read <33

🇧🇷 AI MEU DEUS O FANDOM DE 2 PESSOAS (eu e meu melhor amiga k) VAI AUMENTAR PARA 3 PESSOAS AAAAAAAAH!!! (desculpe por parecer tão animada, mas estou empolgada porque alguém também gosta deles). Mas bom, dos vários headcanons que tenho, eu reuni os meus favoritos, então espero que tanto você quanto quem saltou de paraquedas aqui goste! Uma boa leitura <33

➔ Wodahs likes to hug Sullivan from behind, both with his arms and with his wings.

➔ Wodahs comforts Sullivan when he has a nightmare and wakes up scared, which is quite common.

➔ As Wodahs knows about the problems he has with his daughter, he consoles Sullivan by telling him to let her have some time for herself, which results in Wodahs' suit being wet with tears running down Sullivan's eyes, who is holding him in her boyfriend and in tears.

➔ Wodahs detests any kind of physical touch, but his love language is both acts of service and physical touch, as he enjoys contact with Sullivan most of the time, which is somewhat contradictory.

➔ Sullivan likes to give Wodahs kisses, especially on his eye patch, as it's his favorite place to give kisses.

➔ As Sullivan is overweight (I have a headcanon that Sullivan took his sadness out on food and, therefore, he ended up being a little overweight), Wodahs' favorite thing is to caress his belly and even squeeze his chubby, which makes Sullivan very embarrassed.

➔ When Sullivan goes to The Gray Garden, he and Wodahs spend hours gardening together, even though Sullivan isn't the best gardener, Wodahs is there to help him. - While Sullivan works, Wodahs in his free time dedicates himself to being a housewife, always taking care of meals and cleaning the environment, as Sullivan doesn't have time to even clean or prepare a decent meal for himself.

➔ Because Yagi is very close to Sullivan, Wodahs is jealous of the devil, not liking at all that Sullivan goes drinking with him. In Wodahs' mind, everyone wants to steal his precious teddy bear, because he's so sweet and kind and beautiful, which makes him angry just thinking about it, and making him grumpy, but he never confessed (directly) to Sullivan how he felt, because be quite proud.

➔ Wodahs gosta de abraçar Sullivan por trás, tanto com os braços, quanto com as asas.

➔ Wodahs conforta Sullivan quando ele tem algum pesadelo e acorda assustado, coisa que é bem frequente.

➔ Como Wodahs sabe dos problemas que ele tem com a filha, ele consola Sullivan dizendo para ele deixar ela ter um tempo pra si mesma, o que acarretou no terno de Wodahs todo molhado de lágrimas que escorriam pelos olhos de Sullivan, que se encontrava agarrado no namorado e em prantos.

➔ Wodahs detesta qualquer tipo de toque físico, mas sua linguagem de amor é tanto atos de serviço quanto toque físico, uma vez que, ele aprecia o contato com Sullivan na maioria do tempo, o que é um tanto contraditório.

➔ Sullivan gosta de distribuir beijos em Wodahs, principalmente em seu tapa-olho, já que é o lugar favorito dele pra dar beijos.

➔ Como Sullivan é acima do peso (tenho um headcanon de que o Sullivan descontava a tristeza dele na comida e, por isso, ele acabou ficando um pouco acima do peso), a coisa favorita de Wodahs é acariciar a barriga dele e até apertar as gordurinhas, o que deixa Sullivan muito envergonhado.

➔ Quando Sullivan vai para The Gray Garden, ele e Wodahs passam horas fazendo jardinagem juntos, mesmo que o Sullivan não seja o melhor jardineiro, Wodahs esta lá pra ajudá-lo.

➔ Enquanto Sullivan trabalha, Wodahs nas suas horas vagas se dedica a ser um dono de casa, cuidado sempre das refeições e da limpeza do ambiente, por Sullivan não ter tempo pra sequer limpar ou preparar uma refeição digna pra ele.

➔ Por Yagi ser bem próximo de Sullivan, Wodahs morre de ciúmes do demônio, não gostando nem um pouco que Sullivan vá beber com ele. Na cabeça de Wodahs, todos querem roubar seu precioso ursinho, por ser tão doce e amável e lindo, o que o deixo irritado só de pensar, e o deixando rabugento, mas ele nunca confessou (diretamente) a Sullivan a como se sentia, por ser bastante orgulhoso.

[spelviin]

something something lark instantly yelling at/blaming normal for releasing the flesh horde

something something henry refusing, for years, to blame lark for releasing the doodler

something something sparrow breaking down and screaming this at henry while trying to impersonate lark:

and like, i know we still don't know if this is sparrow's actual true feelings or him trying to accurately portray his brother (porque no los dos?), but either way, failure to be adequately blamed/punished for their fuckup seems to be a real sticking point for one or both of them

so now we flash forward a decade and a bit, and a six-year-old normal has carried on the fun family tradish of unleashing some sort of eldritch horror upon an unsuspecting world. (never mind that he was unsupervised. in a place that was made to store dangerous eldritch monstrosities. in a room without a fucking lock on it. never mind that he was FUCKING SIX, and that lark sent him out there in the first place).

anyways, i'm wondering if lark being so shitty about this is a mixture of projection and tough-love bullshit. like, "my father refused to blame and/or get mad at me for my fuckup, and it's been eating away at me for most of my life, so i'm actually doing you a favour by acting this way."

which is objectively obviously dumb and incorrect on just SO many different levels, but i can definitely see lark seeing it that way.

anyways the REAL question here is how exactly this lead to the apparent complete dissolution of the relationship between henry and lark. like, henry never outwardly showed any blame or anger towards his son for literally stabbing him in the back and ending the world (though i'm sure he's been feeling and repressing it this whole time, as is the henry way) - but this? lark acting this way towards his own son? i can't see henry standing for that. henry "it's okay to be angry, it's not okay to be cruel" oak is in NO universe gonna let that shit go unchecked.

anyways i feel like this is nothing/entirely incoherent, just. there is a lot of pent-up and/or misplaced anger going on in this family and i CANNOT wait to see it (hopefully) all come to light in the next episode.

[inairthings]

Más Buddie que nunca

More Buddie than Ever

🇪🇸 - 🇬🇧

Voy a intentar ser breve, no voy a cambiar 6 años por unos minutos. Hace 6 años Eddie llegó al 118 y conectó con Buck, rápidamente se hicieron amigos, más que amigos familia hasta el punto de que Eddie puso a Buck en su testamento con un papel vital, ser el padre/tutor de Chris si le pasaba algo...

Este post contiene Spoilers así que si no quieres saber nada pues no sigas leyendo, ¡salva tu alma antes de que sea tarde!

This post contains Spoilers so if you don't want to know anything, don't continue reading, save your soul before it's too late!

Leer más 👇🏻 - 🇬🇧 English 👇🏻

No me gusta Tommy Kinard (Lou Ferrigno Jr), pero al mismo tiempo me gusta, creo que con toda la trama Bi de Buck es un personaje muy importante como inicio de esa historia, pero hasta ahí, de forma temporal y abstracta, un rollito de iniciación por decirlo de alguna forma, pero de repente parece que hay que borrar a Eddie del mapa y poner a Tommy en todos lados, pues no, yo me niego. No me creo esa historia, que además es rápida y poco creíble. No me creo la historia de Buck y de Tommy. ¿Por qué me gusta?, porque si bien no lo quiero como pareja romántica de Buck sí que puede ser un amigo extraordinario y ahí es donde quiero que se quede (tengo en mente un post sobre S.W.A.T en el que Lou Ferrigno Jr tendrá su pequeña parte, interpreta a Rocker).

Luego usan a Buddie como cebo para atraer a la audiencia en promociones y borran esas escenas del metraje final del episodio, hoy se verá, no diré más, spoilers, a veces son odiosos.

También hay que hacer una reflexión y lo pondré en mayúsculas, ya lo he leído en algunos sitios y lo comparto al 100%, HAY QUE SABER SEPARAR AL ACTOR DE SU PERSONAJE, QUE NO TE GUSTE ESE PERSONAJE NO TE DA DERECHO A ODIAR AL ACTOR Y A FALTARLE AL RESPETO, ESA PERSONA ESTÁ HACIENDO SU TRABAJO AL IGUAL QUE TÚ HACES TODOS LOS DÍAS EL TUYO.

Pues eso es todo, que NO VOY A CAMBIAR 6 AÑOS POR UNOS POCOS MINUTOS.

Otro día más, porque sí, estoy un poco obsesionada con Buddie.

🇬🇧 English

I'm going to try to be brief, I'm not going to change 6 years for a few minutes. 6 years ago Eddie came to 118 and connected with Buck, they quickly became friends, more than friends they became family to the point that Eddie put Buck in his will with a vital role, being Chris' father/guardian if something happened to him.

I don't like Tommy Kinard (Lou Ferrigno Jr), but at the same time I like him, I think that with the whole Buck's Bi storyline, Tommy is a very important character as the beginning of that story, but until then, in a temporary and abstract way, an initiation hook up, but suddenly it seems like we have to delete, ERASE, Eddie from the map and put Tommy everywhere, well no, I refuse. I don't believe that story, which is also fast and not very credible. I don't believe the story of Buck and Tommy. Buuuuut why do I like him? Because although I don't want him as Buck's romantic partner, he can be an extraordinary friend even for both, Eddie and Buck, and that's why I want him to stay (and I have a S.W.A.T post in mind in which Lou Ferrigno Jr (Rocker) will have his small part).

Then they use Buddie as bait to attract the audience in promotions and delete those scenes from the final footage of the episode, today you will see, I won't say more, spoilers, sometimes they are hateful.

You also have to make a reflection and I will put it in capital letters, I have already read it in some places and I agree with it 100%, YOU HAVE TO KNOW HOW TO SEPARATE THE ACTOR FROM HIS CHARACTER, MAYBE YOU DON'T LIKE THAT CHARACTER BUT THIS DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO HATE THE ACTOR AND TO DISRESPECT HIM, THAT PERSON IS DOING HIS JOB JUST LIKE YOU DO YOURS EVERY DAY.

Well that's it, I'M NOT GOING TO CHANGE 6 YEARS FOR A FEW MINUTES.

This is not ending here 😛 yeah, I am a little obssesed with Buddie.