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tlacehualli · 1 year ago

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It's often that Sombra is sharing in these moments with Selina and she thinks she kind of understands art. She likes art! Art is nice. She appreciates it from a distance and has a certain envy for minds that can conjure up that sort of creativity. Her? She's a creature of numbers and code. It's all so mundane but it's all she knows how to do, just a fancy calculator, a fancy dictionary.

Then she feels Selina squeezing down on her fingers, she feels the way Selina draws that orgasm out of her like she's an instrument, she hears that fucking sound that comes out of her mouth and the ferocity of their kiss swallows their noises almost entirely, and she feels downright artistic. Like she could paint this exact moment of shared ecstasy and connection.

So gay.

Their kiss breaks and Sombra's gently easing fingers out of Selina and shares in her embarrassed laugh. Yeah, that seemed to come out of nowhere. She still makes it a point to suck her fingers clean though, always full of mischief and knowing when she does it. "I love you too. Anyone ever tell you you taste good?"

She briefly, gently tugs Selina into her again to link her arms around her neck loosely and give her a soft, slower kiss. The ferocity has abated within her for now, she's feeling very - cuddly. God forbid anyone knew her capacity for softness, it's their little secret. "I feel like...we were talking about something and got distracted." And she expected that 100%.

selina’s tenderness is something given only to sombra because she never wants to let anyone else have it. she’s learned there’s a self that she’s created, parts of herself that she’s allowed, and she’s struggled to build it. she guards those bits of herself like dragon’s gold, a room unseen to all else besides the one person she allows in. sombra isn’t special — special is a frustratingly mild word for what she is. selina can’t conceive a word.

good girl. selina half-gasps as her stammering pace reaches it’s fever pitch, tongue delving into the hacker’s mouth eagerly. she can feel the way the floor drops out underneath her — that’s always just what it’s like in the best way. she keeps squeezing, nails leaving five little crescents behind. she keeps coaxing and coaxing that orgasm out of sombra — for all the erratic need that fills her, she is careful, perfect in rhythm.

it only intensifies her, truthfully; sombra’s pleasure magnifies selina’s and then immediately multiplies it. it leaves her wet and obediently pleading with a soft whimper, every syllable into sombra’s mouth higher and higher. she asks and she absolutely receives, selina just willing to give in immediately at the cadence of her tone. sombra speaks and selina listens. her body responds before she ever has a chance.

selina is inarguably gentle with sombra, this much is true. she measures every single touch of her skin in her head before fingers ever meet warm flesh. selina is immensely careful, cautious — the pleasure in hurting only goes so deep. the cat’s sadism is surface level; harming someone she loves makes her stomach churn. there’s no desire to fulfill in that vein.

by the time the piston-ferocity of her hips has stopped, she’s breathing in low gasps, clinging with a trembling grip. she feels her insides clench around those fingers, lets out a downright salacious sound, whimpers again, harder, and shivers into sombra like she might collapse in on herself in this detonation. selina kisses her again like she’s trying to draw the very soul out of sombra to taste for her own.

“i love you.”

it’s so tight, ever and always tears just on the edge of her tone, an embarrassed chuckle caught between them.

#clawsextended #suggestive #los muertos wifi 5 #lmfao the way it's nearly always been Selina starting it is so funny #it's like she has spider sense but it's for Sombra's elevated hormone levels only

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lua-stellar · 13 days ago

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What Messages do your Ancestors Want you to Know? Oracle PAC ✨

Feliz dia de los muertos! 💀 This is a special collective reading with messages from the ancestors of the collective :) I did this with the Santa Muerte Oracle by Fabio Listrani

Book a Personal Reading <3 My Ko-Fi Masterlist

pile 1

cards drawn: Arte, Sombra, Instintos

I'm getting messages for you to put out into the world what you are passionate about, put your work out there, yourself out there, put the things you are passionate about out in the world because you are ready. For some of you this could be about actual art that you make, and your ancestors are pushing you to put out your art into the world, I'm also getting the energy to work on the relationships you have with people around you, try to be self aware if you suffer from black and white thinking, and making yourself suffer. Work on the relationships around you and nurture them and also nurture yourself don't let your emotions dictate your life, give yourself time to heal and recoupe. The last message I get from pile 1 is to indulge in your wants, indulge in your deepest desires and make your passion and desires your strong point. Don't be afraid.

pile 2

cards drawn: Intelecto, Caos, Acción

the main message i'm getting is to analyze your situation rationally, don't rely purely on emotion or instincts. Analyze your situation, and then take the action, look for all opportunities available to you without the fear of having to cut something out of your life/leave something behind. It is time in your life to go down a new road, take action and face a new adventure. Look ahead into your your future without letting the past weigh you down and hold you back.

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cards drawn: Tlazolteotl, Memoria, Femenino

Getting the message that you should trust your intuition, but don't let yourself be obscured by illusions; be able to admit your faults to yourself and be self aware, don't let yourself be obscured by your own ego. Take advantage of the culture, history, everything that have been left by your ancestors, and the people before you. Honor them even by taking advantage of the things left for you, take time to sleep on any decisions/projects you're planning, meditate on it and perhaps ask a feminine/maternal figure in your life for advice.

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lukites · 2 months ago

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〝 CONSUME DE MI 〞

Aemond x lucerys

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Aemond siempre estuvo obsesionado con Lucerys. ¿Quién diría que un joven tan desquiciado podría estar enamorado de un bastardo? Pero para Aemond, Lucerys era irreal, inalcanzable para cualquiera excepto para él. Era su Lucerys, y de nadie más.

Sin embargo, lo arruinó. Él fue el origen de su propia tortura, una tortura que aceptó con gusto, porque quería ser el único en la vida de aquel bastardo. Sería su destino, su sombra, su verdugo... y su salvador.

(Metáfora del amor como canibalismo: esto no es una historia romántica, pero si deseas verlo así, adelante; yo no soy quien te obliga.)

(Advertencia: contiene contenido sensible.)

Después de la caída del dragón Arrax, Lucerys esperó la muerte con resignación. Pero la muerte no llegó. Fue salvado, pero por las manos que menos deseaba. Por Aemond Targaryen, quien se atrevió a llevarlo a King's Landing, sin importarle lo que pensara su hermano mayor o su madre.

Lucerys abrió lentamente los ojos, sintiendo un dolor punzante recorrer todo su cuerpo. La vista le era borrosa y le costaba enfocar, pero notó que no estaba en sus aposentos. Con los labios apretados, sintió un escalofrío al ver una sombra acercándose hacia él.

Frunció el ceño al reconocer la figura. Aemond. Su corazón latía frenéticamente mientras apretaba con fuerza la sábana bajo su mano, tratando de moverse, de escapar. ¿Pero a dónde iría? Ya estaba atrapado. Ya estaba acabado.

Aemond se acercó con pasos calculados y se sentó a su lado, su ojo violeta fijo en el rostro tembloroso de Lucerys.

“Pensé que ya estabas muerto” dijo Aemond con una calma inquietante “pero veo que aún tienes el valor de seguir vivo.”

Lucerys abrió la boca, pero sus labios temblaron sin emitir sonido. Su voz parecía haberse evaporado, como si alguien le hubiese arrancado la lengua.

“¿Dónde estoy?” logró murmurar al fin, su tono agudo y quebrado.

Aemond desvió la mirada hacia una mesa cercana, tomó un pañuelo y lo mostró con una sonrisa sutil en sus labios delgados.

“Estás en mis aposentos” respondió, observando la reacción de Lucerys.

“No...” susurró Lucerys, con voz temblorosa, negando con la cabeza. “No quiero estar aquí.”

“Qué lástima” respondió Aemond con frialdad. “Porque este es el único lugar donde te quedarás ahora.”

Se acercó más y con un gesto lento y calculado, pasó el pañuelo sobre la piel de Lucerys, limpiando las manchas de sangre que aún adornaban su rostro. Lucerys apartó la mirada, su cuerpo rígido, evitando el contacto.

“Deberías estar agradecido” dijo Aemond, su voz como hielo. “Después de todo, te salvé. Mi hermano quería que te ejecutaran, propuso incluso que fueras dado como alimento a nuestros dragones. Pero yo me negué. No soportaría verte arrancado de mi lado otra vez, no ahora que te tengo atrapado. Solo para mí.”

Lucerys frunció el ceño; las palabras de Aemond eran como veneno para sus oídos.

“¿Qué quieres de mí?” preguntó con voz baja, llena de angustia. “Mi dragón está muerto, yo ya estoy enterrado en tu tortura. Ya tienes tu satisfacción al haberme hecho daño.”

Los labios de Aemond se curvaron en una sonrisa ligera, casi imperceptible.

“Aún falta” dijo mientras movía sus manos con delicadeza, cerrándolas en forma de puño. Sin darle tiempo a reaccionar, presionó su puño cerrado contra el pecho herido de Lucerys.

Lucerys soltó un gruñido de dolor, sus ojos fijos en el ojo único y felino de Aemond. Sentía que el dolor le quemaba la piel, pero Aemond no parecía afectado en lo más mínimo por su sufrimiento.

“Tu corazón” susurró Aemond con frialdad.“ Quiero tu corazón.”

Lucerys parpadeó, confundido por lo que Aemond decía, hasta que sintió cómo la mano de Aemond apretaba aún más fuerte contra su pecho, justo donde su corazón latía aceleradamente.

“Te di la oportunidad de venir conmigo, Lucerys” prosiguió Aemond con un tono de reproche. “Pero te negaste y preferiste apoyar a tu maldita madre.”

Lucerys desvió la mirada, tratando de escapar de su única mirada, pero Aemond lo agarró del mentón con brusquedad, obligándolo a mirarlo a la cara.

“No intentes ignorarme” gruñó Aemond, su voz cargada de furia contenida. “Mírame, mira lo que me hiciste cuando éramos niños, cuando yo también era un niño.”

“Lo siento...” murmuró Lucerys con voz apenas audible, su cuerpo temblando.

Aemond negó con la cabeza, lentamente.

“Ya es tarde para pedir perdón” dijo, llevando una mano a la mejilla de Lucerys. “Lo único que quería era tu amor.”

“Pero yo no te amo, nunca lo haré” respondió Lucerys con frialdad, sintiendo cómo su corazón latía con rabia y miedo.

Aemond gruñó suavemente y presionó su mano aún más en el pecho de Lucerys.

“Sabía que dirías eso” murmuró, su voz un susurro venenoso.

Lucerys sintió que su cuerpo dolía intensamente. Hubiera preferido morir junto a su dragón Arrax que estar atrapado allí, con el tuerto de Aemond.

“Pero eso no significa que te dejaré libre” dijo Aemond acercando su rostro al de Lucerys. “Mírate... tan destrozado, y aun así sigues siendo perfecto a mis ojos.”

Los ojos de Aemond se fijaron en los labios de Lucerys, que temblaban. Notó cómo estaban más rojos de lo normal, con pequeñas manchas de sangre en el borde.

“Quiero sentir tus labios, quiero sentir tu sangre, Lucerys. Verte a mi merced.”

Los ojos de Lucerys se abrieron con sorpresa y su rostro se tensó, lleno de preocupación.

Aemond acercó su rostro al del joven, deteniéndose a escasos centímetros de sus labios, y sonrió levemente.

“Me gusta verte así.”

“¿Así cómo?” preguntó Lucerys, con un nudo en la garganta.

“Débil.”

Sin previo aviso, Aemond se lanzó hacia los labios de Lucerys. Este intentó empujarlo, pero sintió la mano de Aemond detrás de su cabeza, atrayéndolo aún más al beso. No lo iba a soltar.

El beso fue duro, invasivo, como si Aemond quisiera devorarlo. De repente, Lucerys soltó un grito ahogado cuando sintió los dientes de Aemond morder su labio inferior, causando que la sangre brotara. Pero Aemond no se detuvo; siguió besándolo y chupando la sangre de sus labios.

Un gusto extraño, una mezcla de deseo y rabia.

Aemond finalmente soltó el beso y se alejó lentamente, mirando a Lucerys fijamente durante unos segundos.

“Te quiero a mi lado, Lucerys. Solo para mí.”

Lucerys no entendía nada. Su rostro permaneció confuso hasta que vio cómo Aemond sacaba una daga de su traje y, sin previo aviso, la clavó en dirección a su corazón.

Soltó un grito ahogado, su rostro se contrajo de dolor, tratando de hablar, pero la presión en su pecho lo detenía. Aemond susurró mientras se acercaba a su oído.

“Sh, sh, sh” murmuró con calma, tocando la mejilla pálida de Lucerys. “Tu dolor se irá.”

Lucerys desvió la mirada y finalmente cerró los ojos. Aemond lo observó fijamente, su ojo en los labios del joven, y se acercó lentamente para darle un beso frío y suave.

Se separó y susurró en su oído.

“Tú fuiste quien provocó esto.”

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #lucerys velaryon #lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucerys x aemond #la casa del dragón #fanfic #obsessive love #yandere #muerte #canibalism #entre canibales #house targaryen #prince lucerys #obsessive yandere #obsession #sangria

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ovwechoes · 4 months ago

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Twin Obsessions: Sombra x Reader (Fem)

Thank you for the request @dolenjoyer304 ! Here's a short yandere fic - any opinions or suggestions are always accepted, and my requests are open for anything/everything overwatch related c: Themes: obsession, stalking, mutual feelings, WLW, blood, drug use/mention & suggestive slightly. Enjoy!

Sombra was everything you wanted. That much was clear to anyone who knew you. All you wanted was her, and your love for her to be accepted, nourished, cherished. You were willing to do anything you could to achieve this, no matter who you had to walk over.

It was something instinctual when you first saw her, as though she was made perfectly for you. You were just enjoying your day, exploring your newfound home in Dorado, trying to stay safe away from any violence that passed your way when you noticed her in the shadows. Her hair glowed in the darkness, underneath her hood. You didn't know who she was at first, and when you tried to take a picture to show someone else incase they knew, she was gone. It was just a split second, and yet you were already left feeling lonely, as though part of you was missing. All you could truly remember about her, was her eyes. Her eyes spoke to you in a way no one else's ever had. 'I want you'. That's what you saw when you looked into her brown, intense, almost black eyes. You were mesmerised from the moment you saw her in Mexico, and you wanted nothing more but to be hers, to show her the love she deserved. You spent weeks trying to find out her possible identity, and even went to extreme lengths of blackmailing Los Muertos members into telling you who she was. It was all worth it; you had found out her name was Sombra, she's from Dorado as well, and she's an infamous hacker who was especially known for her skills with manipulation and blackmail. She was perfect for you, and you knew from that moment on, that you would do anything to make her yours.

Part of that was perfecting your hacking skills and making sure you were up to par to be in her realm. You knew she would trust you more if you knew what you were talking about, so you made it your mission to hone in on your skills and master your ability to hack, manipulate, and control media at your whim. It was something you drove yourself insane trying to do, and went through hell and back to get done, but it was worth it when you were able to get through to Sombra's personal computer. Using every connection you could in the hacker realm was finally paying off.

You had access to her photos, her plans, her data breaches, her intel on other organisations, everything. So, you started digging. Digging for anything to help you figure out how she felt about you. You found her exes, she still kept them saved in her emails and contacts. Pathetic. It's somewhat adorable, but you knew you were going to be better for her, and knew you could make her feel something entirely different to them. They were nothing compared to you. And so, you kept digging, searching for something you can use to figure out where she was, where she was going to be, who she was going to be with. Anything you could get your hands on was yours. And that's when you found it - an invitation to an underground rave, being held in an abandoned nightclub in the outskirts of Dorado. This was your chance, maybe your only chance. You noticed another name on the invite, one you didn't recognise at this moment; Carmen Reyes. Whoever that was, they didn't deserve to be going with Sombra. It made your stomach drop seeing someone else possibly with her. Your mind was flooded with the possibilities of what might happen, and it made you feel nauseous, like it was cosmically wrong. You had no option but to fix this mistake, and show Olivia who she truly deserves to have in her life.

The night of the rave, you made sure to wear something you could easily dispose of. Something revealing though, to show off your curves and show Olivia how desirable you are. Maybe she'll leave this Carmen and choose you once and for all. Just maybe. It's something you were willing to try before resorting to it. That was always still going to be a possibility, so you brought with you a pocket knife - nothing fancy, but just enough to rectify this mistake if needed. All you were now focused on was meeting Olivia again, and showing her how much you love her. This rave was the perfect place to go.

You had doctored an invite based on Olivia's with your own name, and made sure it was undetectable as an entry pass. You weren't willing to risk being stopped at the door like you were nothing. You had an objective, and you would do anything to complete it. As you entered the club, you noticed truly how beautiful it was. You don't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't this. 'Sombra has impeccable taste' you thought to yourself. And she truly did. The nightclub was high-tech, despite looking decrepit and ruined on the outside. Lights flickered across the room, highlighting the bodies squashed against each other like sardines in a tin can. You were transfixed by the level of tech you saw being sold around the edges of the warehouse; optical enhancements, AR implants, biometric scanner bypassers, nanotechnology, and synthetic drugs meant to induce an acid trip that lasts days on end. You knew this rave was a front for the black market, and yet you weren't scared. You were surrounded by criminals, and yet never felt safer knowing Olivia was somewhere in the room with you.

That's when you felt it; a cold, metal hand holding your shoulder from behind. You somehow knew it was a familiar woman, someone you were looking for. Deep down you knew, and yet you were terrified to turn around. When you did, you were greeted by Olivia's cunning and slick smile. Confusion set, and you stared on at her in awe. She was more beautiful than the first time you saw her - her eyes looked pitch black when the lights of the rave weren't shining on them, her skin soft and delicate. You wanted to touch it, feel it under your fingertips, trace every outline of her body, but needed to keep yourself composed.

"I know why you're here, mija." She said in a sly way, as though she was a wolf toying with it's prey, observing it's every move to analyse it's reactions. She savoured in your confusion, and you felt tiny underneath her gaze. How could she have known? Does this mean she doesn't feel the same way? You couldn't stop thinking of the negatives. You felt disgusted knowing she knew and yet still came with someone else. How could she. Before you could speak, and unfamiliar voice chimed in and interrupted your moment. It was her. You knew it was. Carmen Reyes. You already felt sick to your stomach looking at her - the total opposite of you. How could Sombra, of all people, have good taste in events but have such terrible taste in women? It confused you, but not long enough before she uttered something to Olivia in an abrupt manner.

"Come on, what are you doing? I thought we were going to get a bump. Who is this anyways?" Carmen spoke, before moving her gaze from Sombra to you, with her expression shifting from confused to disgusted. You were appalled that Olivia would accept someone like her into her life, it was deplorable. You stared back at her, eager to somehow make her regret her choices. Sombra laughed, didn't bother to reply to her but kissed her cheek and spoke to you in a soft, kind manner. "Enjoy yourself for me, you deserve it." She said, before being led to the bathrooms by Carmen, leaving you high and dry, feeling nauseated and sickened by what you just experienced. You gave yourself some time to think logically what to do next, but the anger inside you couldn't be tamed, and you had no other option but to do it. It's lucky that you prepared for this scenario.

As you watched them fade into the darkness of the nightclub, you calculated your next moves carefully. You let the anger inside you drive your desire to get rid of Carmen. Sombra didn't deserve her, she deserved you. You could make her happy, and could make her feel whole. You could give her everything she could possibly ever ask for, and yet why is she following Carmen? As she walked away, you noticed her eyes returning back to you, a smile plastered on her face, tempting you. She wanted you to follow. You knew she did. Just like you knew the first time she wanted you from her eyes.

You decided to wait longer, give yourself some more time to create distance between you and Carmen. You fiddled with the pocket knife in your hands, tracing the blade and recognising the feeling of burning blood seeping from your fingertip. That's when you realised, it wouldn't be enough. You decided to find something else, something better, to punish Carmen with at one of the several venders selling illegal weapons. 'If I'm going to kill her, I might as well do it with something worth my time', you thought to yourself. As long as it hurt her, and made clear to Olivia how undeserving of her love she is, it would work. You saw the perfect weapon after spending 10 minutes window shopping; a holo-dagger. It was an infamous stealth weapon, with a blade that was near invisible when retracted from it's handle. It was small enough to be concealed, and deadly enough to do exactly what you wanted. It was a hefty price, but nothing could cost as much as Olivia's love for you would in the long run. You bought it, and ditched your pocket knife. There was no need for it anymore, and you were ready now to follow them into the bathroom.

As you entered the bathroom, you immediately could smell the air was thick with the familiar scent of sex and neuroflare, a synthetic drug that had the same effect as Adderall with a euphoric high like weed. It was a sickly sweet smell, as though you mixed vanilla with sweat and bodily fluids. It was enough to get you high alone, but you made sure to focus. You saw littered along the walls graffiti tags from all kinds of criminals (none of whom you recognised), with the tiniest symbol that you knew was associated with Sombra and her line of work on the very last stall. No one else was there, and you knew they were cooped up in that last stall based on the sounds of sniffling, and coughing you heard coming from there. This was the perfect moment to strike, and nothing was stopping you now.

As you slammed on the door as hard as you could, you heard shuffling and scattered swears in a mixture of English and Spanish. As they slowly unlocked the door, you were greeted with the familiar, comforting sight of Olivia, looking dishevelled and messy. Her eyes were cunning, hiding something inside her. And just as she was about to speak, a familiar, rotten voice bombarded your ears. "I knew you'd follow us, who even are you? What do you want, freak?" Carmen spoke, her words filled with venom as her hands rubbed her nose restlessly. Her ugliness shone through from inside her, and it reassured you that your plans were justified. You stood there silently, watching Carmen shove herself past Olivia as though she was a guard dog - not much of one though.

As she shouted cruel, vile things at you, pushing you against the sinks across the stalls, piercing you with her nails in a pathetic attempt of dominating you, you prepared the holo-dagger and pushed the blade from it's handle. She had no idea what was to come, and you felt adrenaline rush through you body, encouraging you to do what you had to this whole time. The blade pierced her stomach quickly, subsequently quieting the harsh voice that pierced your ears before. Her hands grabbed at your clothes, desperate to hold onto you to keep herself up. You kept moving the blade and subsequently covering yourself with her blood. It felt... euphoric. Who needed drugs when you could get rid of someone who stood between you and your loved one? Your soulmate, even? As she slid down your body, and went limp, Olivia stepped over Carmen's body and moved closer to you, barely paying attention to the person she was once loved up on. What was she going to do? Run? Hide? Cry? You didn't know, and the anxiety killed you deep down.

"I didn't think you had it in you for a second, cariño. And a holo-dagger too? Must've cost you a pretty penny." She stated, her smile growing bigger and stretching as her hands wandered towards yours, touching the blade of the dagger with admiration. Her eyes looked into yours and that's when you realised something. "You knew I hacked you didn't you? That's what you meant before, right?" you asked, somewhat impressed, and somewhat nervous. Your stomach had butterflies, and you couldn't think clearly after everything that happened in front of you. All that Olivia did was smile, and place a hand on your chin, holding the gaze you both held in place. "Of course, do you really think I wouldn't see everything you were doing? Who's to say I didn't let you hack me? I saw it all, I'm just surprised you didn't know I was watching everything you did too." Her cunning personality shone through her words, as she continued explaining herself. Everything was starting to piece itself together.

"I wanted to test you, see if you felt the same way I did about you. From the moment I saw you in the street, I knew you were the one. After I saw you, I couldn't stop thinking about you, mi vida. I watched everything you did, everything you planned, and saw the anger on your face when you read her name on the invite. You're the only one I want, and you've proven yourself to me." Her words were sophisticated, carefully crafted, as though she read your mind and knew exactly what you wanted her to say in an idealistic world. A sudden wave of relaxation hit you, and you finally understood she was just like you. She was enamoured with you, faking her affections for Carmen just to see what you'd do. It was both infuriating and incredibly considerate. You finally felt the way you wanted to - loved and understood. This wasn't the end though, and as you both stood there, stained with crimson blood that seeped into your skin, you both knew that this was just the beginning. There's no going back, Sombra made it clear that you couldn't leave now after your twin obsessions were finally exposed for what they truly were.

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hurzzuzzrodea · 1 month ago

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E llamado a tu ausencia

la ciudad perdida

en el país de las nubes altísimas

mosaico de olvidos sobre olvidos cubren

el paisaje

ninguna viene a ser reflejo tenue

en la opacidad de tanto vacío

abajo la tierra y donde nada se oye tu

este lugar es la mismísima nación

de los muertos

morada de antiguos fantasmas

el poema aquí se aburre se arruinó de polvo

bajo el único párpado de la noche

este se cierra por si acaso el recuerdo

y despierto de este extraño sueño

que me sigue desde detrás de mi sombra

Persephone

Octubre de 2024

Patas de gato

#poetry #poem #poetas en tumblr #sueños negros

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junkratsjunkertown · 1 year ago

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hii can i request a sombra x fem!support!reader smut and/or fluff ? :)

Sure. I can do both if you want. Just let me know. Y/T/N means Your Talon Name.

Hijacking Health

Sombra x F! Support! Reader Fluff

You knew Olivia Colomar before Talon existed. But you haven’t heard from her in many years. You were with her in the Los Muertos gang. You treated her wounds after every fight. But she left the gang and deleted every piece of information about her. It hurt you that she didn’t take you with her, but you knew she probably had her reasons.

Now you are Talons newest Support member. You work alongside Baptiste and Moira. You’ve gotten to know Sigma, Mauga, and Realer pretty well. You didn’t bother Widowmaker after you met her. You only spoke to Doomfist when he gave you orders. But there was one person of their team that you haven’t meet yet. Sombra.

You swear that you’ve heard that name before. It wasn’t until you, Baptiste, Mauga, Sigma, Reaper, and Sombra were told to go on a mission. You were going over your medical supplies and making sure that you had your boomerangs. Your healing method is that you use a sniper rifle that’s like Widowmaker’s but it does more healing than damage even though you do have other bullets too. But when you’re on the move you use your Cloth Healing that Moira gave you. Basically you heal yourself and others using bandages, gauzes, and rarely cotton cloths.

After you finished making sure you had everything you started to double check that Baptiste had enough of his healing items. You know he said that he has enough for the mission, but you just want to make sure and even said that he could double check your stuff. As you were doing that you heard Sigma coming into the airship talking with a woman. It sounded very familiar, but you couldn’t tell.

“Ah. Hello Y/T/N. Are you checking on Baptiste’s things?”

“Hello Sigma. Yes I am. Just double checking.”

You say as you stand and turn around to face him and the woman. You freeze as you lock eyes with the woman. It’s Olivia.

“Y/T/N this is Sombra. Sombra this is our new Support Y/T/N.”

“Y/N? How’d you end up here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Sombra. But if we both live I’ll tell you after the mission.”

Sigma feeling the tension in the air decides to change the subject

“So Y/T/N how are you doing with your Cloth Healing? Have you been working with Moira on it?”

“Oh umm. I’m still getting used to it. But she said that she wants to add Digital Healing to my abilities.”

“And what did you tell her?”

“That I’ll think about about it. Anyways I’m going to check on Mauga real quick before we take off.”

Sigma nods and takes his seat next to Sombra who took hers. After 9 minutes Mauga and Baptiste sit next to each other and you sit next to Reaper.

~5 days later~

You and the team return to Talons base and go to write your individual reports of the mission to give Doomfist. You had to write a report on the mission and a report on your Cloth Healing for Moira. The mission report took you around 20 minutes. You started on your report for Moira. That’s when you hear Olivia’s voice next to you.

“Why did you let that woman experiment on you?”

“Because I knew it would help the team I’m with and the other agents at Talon.”

“Why did you join Talon?”

“Because Olivia I had nothing left after you left the gang.”

You say as you turn to look her in the eyes. You see the shock in her eyes when you say her real name.

“I had reasons to leave. People knew what I was doing and who I was. If I didn’t leave the gang and you then everyone would get hurt. Or even killed.”

She puts a hand on your cheek and wipes away a tear from your face.

“I missed you, Y/N. I wanted to take you with me, but I didn’t want to put you in more danger.”

“The day I found out you left was the day I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend.”

“I wanted to ask you same thing before I left.”

“Well. Sombra will you be my girlfriend?”

“I would love nothing more. Can we go and cuddle while I mess with Gabe through his lights?”

“After I’m done with my reports and hand them to Doomfist and Moira.”

~later that day at dinner~

“Y/N?!?!”

“Yes Reaper?”

“Have you seen Sombra?”

“No. Why?”

“I think she’s messing with my lights again.”

“Well she was with me after the mission in my room. But I don’t know where she is right now. You could ask Widow or Sigma.”

He signs as he walks off to find Widow or Sigma.

“He’s gone.”

Sombra uncloaks herself and continues to eat your fries.

“Thank you, my healer.”

She kisses your cheek as you laugh.

“Your welcome, my hacker. Oh by the way I’m working with Sigma tomorrow if you want to join me.”

“I’d love nothing more.”

“No one hides from my sight.”

You and Sombra look at each other. You two now hear Reaper running towards the room.

“Run!”

You say as you and Sombra try and escape the angry man. You pass Mauga and Baptiste. You stop and look at them.

“Distract Reaper, please. Thank you.”

You run off before they ask why and you hear them distracting Reaper. You get to your room only to see Olivia beat you there. You both lay on the bed after you lock your door. Olivia pulls out her laptop and you two cuddle while watching a movie.

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The bride who survived || Laito Sakamaki

Era la primera vez que se sentía cazado. Realmente perseguido. Ahora caminaba apresurado por una calle vacía en medio de la madrugada, paranoico e inquieto. No dejaba de mirar hacia los lados, hacia arriba, entre las copas de los árboles.

Ella debía estar muerta. Y de alguna manera se las había arreglado para regresar a arruinarle la vida.

Todo inicio en el momento en que los familiares de Laito comenzaron a aparecer degollados y con el pecho abierto. Uno por uno, aquellos familiares fueron asesinados por alguien astuto y escurridizo. Pensó en crear más familiares pese a lo complicado que era, pero incluso éstos aparecían muertos pocos días después. Tal fue la magnitud del asunto que el vampiro terminó quedándose sin familiares.

Se quejó con sus hermanos y éstos le dijeron que probablemente había hecho enfadar a alguna mujer del Makai y que ahora ella se estaba desquitando con él. Pero luego comenzó a verla en todas partes… aquella novia que había sido tan insignificante para él, ahora aparecía a donde fuera que estuviera: siempre en el rabillo del ojo, siempre quieta y mirándolo sin vida alguna.

Apenas podía sentir su presencia.

Ella era claramente un vampiro mestizo y débil, pero mierda, era increíblemente astuta. Se escondía entre las sombras, aparecía atrás de él en cada reflejo, en cada esquina o escondida detrás de muebles y árboles.

Fue molesto. El vampiro incluso llegó a intentar atacarla, pero ella parecía tener la habilidad de un jodido fantasma, y desaparecía tan repentinamente como había aparecido.

Y luego, les siguieron las muertes.

Mujer en la que Laito ponía los ojos, mujer que moría. El tipo ni siquiera podía hacer nada, era como si ya no pudiese mirar a nadie porque resultaba de por sí una sentencia de muerte. Las chicas con las que Laito coqueteaba en la academia tenían accidentes misteriosos: caían por las escaleras y se rompían el cuello, aparecían en los baños con heridas en las muñecas como si fuera un suicidio, se caían de la terraza de la escuela…

Y él no podía hacer nada. Porque aquella zorra era una maldita genia. No cometía sus crímenes cuando Laito se los esperaba, los cometía cuando estaba con la guardia baja.

Por eso dejó de coquetear con estudiantes y buscó alivio en mujeres desconocidas de bares y clubes. Y funcionó un tiempo hasta que el patrón volvió a repetirse: sus intereses de una noche aparecían muertas en los baños como si hubieran sido atacadas, o simplemente desaparecían.

Y cuando ella cometía esos crímenes, hacía acto de presencia ente los ojos asustados de Laito, agazapada entre la gente que ni siquiera podía verla… solamente él sabía lo que ella hacía y el por qué lo hacía.

Y supo muy bien que no se detendría hasta hacerlo perder la cabeza, tal como Sakamaki Laito lo había hecho con ella.

Lo haría sentir inquieto. Lo haría sentir asustado. Perseguido y, finalmente, cazado.

No, por supuesto que ella no pararía. Porque había aprendido del mejor cómo torturar a alguien psicológicamente hasta el punto del quiebre. Y él sería su primera y única víctima.

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