#spanish wip

[gold-fire]

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

- Ash 🔥🍌

Hello Ash! Thank you so much for your question! 🥰

So the thing is I answered this question before so I'm gonna post the wip of another different story hahaha (it's in Spanish sorry). The only bad thing it's actually I don't know if I'm gonna write this story, I was really excited to do it but I got a bit of hate and now I feel bad anytime I start writing it so maybe this is the only thing I ever write about this so I hope you like it.

Azula gimió mientras caminaba hacia a su casa. Era tarde, serían cerca de las nueve de la noche teniendo en cuenta que ya había anochecido, pero la alfa no quiso comprobar la hora en su móvil. De hecho aunque hubiera querido hacerlo sería algo complicado porque iba cargada con un gran ramo de flores.

“Espero que a Mai le gusten,” susurró la alfa de ojos dorados para sí misma. “Me he gastado quinientos dólares en estas rosas eternas.”

Honestamente, Azula hubiera comprado unas rosas normales pero ella realmente amaba a su novia a pesar de estar saliendo apensas unos nueve meses. Para Azula esos meses con su omega habían sido fantásticos y quería demostrarle a Mai que apreciaba todos esos momentos a su lado.

Azula no se consideraba romántica y sabía que Mai tampoco lo era pero se suponía que el omega interior de Mai apreciaría este detalle de Azula.

[vettelsvee]

i’m working on oscar smut and dad seb since the result of the poll was me posting op81 + sv5 fics! after that i’ll probably post some sad fics because i really need to vent and writing really helps me (i just lost a friend for several reasons and it’s almost been a year since my bf decided to ghost me 🥲)

also, i’m currently editing my whole tumblr posts and some fics so they all have the same format. i might add that some fics are edited too because i haven’t been feeling comfortable with my writing for quite a long time so hopefully now i’m feeling much better with it i get to improve ✨

and last, but not least: for my fellow f1 and 1D girlies (we also had lando and louis in the euros!)

[cthaehart]

DE wips and doodles🪩

[aphroditelovesu]

wips?

Many 😔 and they are all being completed little by little. I'm going to use tomorrow's day off to see if I can finish some wips and post them for you ❤️ but these are the main ones I want to finish by Sunday. Will I finish it? Probably not, but the important thing is to try, right?

Yan!Platonic Nico di Angelo and Yan!Platonic Percy Jackson w/Daughter of Poseidon!Reader (Platonic) [Imagine] [Percy Jackson] (POSTED)

Yandere Nico di Angelo/Will Solace Headcanons (Poly!Romantic) [Percy Jackson] (POSTED)

Yandere Nick Nelson/Charlie Spring Headcanons (Poly!Romantic) [Heartstopper]

Yan!Husband Maegor the Cruel Headcanons (Romantic) [ASOIAF]

Yan!Husband Apollo w/Mortal!Reader Headcanons (Romantic) [Greek Mythology]

Yandere Azriel Headcanons (General) [ACOTAR]

Yandere Spencer Reid Headcanons (General) [Criminal Minds] (POSTED)

Yandere Catherine of Aragon Headcanons (General) [The Spanish Princess/History]

Yandere Inner Circle w/Rhysand's Sister!Reader Headcanons (Platonic) [ACOTAR]

Yandere Will Graham Headcanons (General) [Hannibal] (POSTED)

Yandere Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham Headcanons (Poly!Romantic) [Hannibal] (POSTED)

Yandere Daemon Targaryen w/Hightower!Reader Headcanons (Romantic) [ASOIAF] (POSTED)

Maegor the Cruel and Aegon the Conqueror Yandere Alphabet's [ASOIAF]

Yandere Eros/Psyche Headcanons (Poly!Romantic) [Greek Mythology]

Yandere!ACOTAR men reactions (Romantic) [ACOTAR]

Yandere Alexander the Great, Yandere Napoleon Bonaparte and Yandere Marquis de Lafayette finding out Reader has been SA (Angst) [History]

There's always more to add but those are the ones I'm most focused on finishing. :)

[scrollonso]

Crazy In Love²

A Strollonso AU where Fernando succeeds the Spanish throne and makes it his goal as king to make the Prince of France his groom. (1.9k words, dark!nando, murder (duh), fluff too) [@catboysracing @mercyreg] {This took so long but first kiss race 14 is taking longer so 🔥}

last part - masterlist - next part (coming soon)

As people began to disappear into the guest rooms Fernando excused him and Lance once again, his hand settling on the small of the boys back as he showed the Prince to the room he'd be sleeping in for the night.

The shorter one was practically beaming, unable to wipe the smile off his face since his father and Fernando began discussing the terms of the marriage.

"Will my son be able to continue his studies if he was to begin living here with you?"

"Of course. I'll be sure he learns the same if not more."

"Will my son be involved in battles if Spain was to find itsself in conflict while he's ruling by your side?"

"No, I'll do everything in my power to ensure he's as far from conflict as possible."

They'd continued asking and answering questions like that for ages, Chloe and Lance drifting to the side to talk about the younger boys plans as the soon to be King Consort

Lance was excited once Fernando whisked him away, eyes glued to the man as they walked, almost tripping over his own feet because of how lost in thought he'd gotten

"Careful, mi rey" Fernando spoke, quick to pull Lance into his arms, pulling one hand away to point at the two doors closest to them, the rooms across the hall from one another "This one is yours for the night, I'll be a few steps away if you need anything."

"Can I stay in your room?" Lance asked, hands grabbing onto the Spaniards biceps as he spoke

"With me?"

"Just until I get tired, I don't want to be alone" Lance said quietly, praying the man wouldn't find it weird

"What, are you scared of the dark?" Fernando raised a brow, just teasing the Frenchman

"Mhm" He nodded, bottom lip jutting out slightly at the thought of sitting in the new dark room alone.

The King laughed under his breath, not expecting the boy to really be afraid of the dark. Without hesitating he unlocked his door and pulled Lance in, letting go of him in order to light the lantern besides the door

"It's not funny!" Lance protested, covering his face in embarrassment as he stood in the chilled room

"I know, I'm sorry, mi rey" Fernando cooed, pulling Lance closer to him again to litter his exposed skin in kisses, pleased with the giggles that came as a result.

They spent the next hours just talking and getting to know eachother. Lance had practically told Fernando everything about him and Fernando had told the boy everything he needed to know.

Just as the boy began getting tired there was a knock at the door, it wad weird and had a certain pattern to it that caused Fernando to get up instantly, planting a kiss on his grooms temple before excusing himself to deal with whatever was waiting outside for him.

Lance heard the yelling from through the door, he wasn't sure what was going on since the conversation was happening in Spanish and he was far from fluent.

All he understood were scattered cuss words and the obviously tense tone. He heard Fernando's voice above all the others, the king's sentences practically overflowing with swears as his fist slammed into the closest wall, Lance unable to hide his fear as he heard the situation escelate.

He had no idea what had happened but when the door opened and the now rugged looking King came back in a part of him was scared. Scared of what he might be capable of.

Fernando noticed.

He always noticed.

"What's wrong, darling?" He asked, reaching out to cup the Frenchmans face, reddened knuckles further contrasting their skin tones

"Did something happen?" Lance asked, eyebrows knitting together as he gazed up at the man towering over him

"Nothing important, mi rey." The man insisted, craning his neck in order to peck the boys lips, taking a seat on the mattress besides him as soon as he pulled away "Don't worry about anything, it's all under control"

Lance believed him, of course he did. What reasons did he have not to?

Not long after Fernando came in Lance had fallen asleep, head on the Spaniards shoulder as his breath steadied.

The man knew he had stuff to do and if he didn't move the boy soom he'd never get to work so he slowly lifted Lance, laying him on the mattress and covering him up. The boy slept as if he'd never faced any misfortune in his life, he hadn't. Not yet.

Fernando krept out of the room, looking back to make sure his groom was still asleep under his covers before closing and locking him in.

"Padre" A voice called, Fernando turning to see his oldest son and military commander just steps away

"Carlos, when did you return?" Fernando asked, little to no emotions in his voice as he spoke

"Just now." He confirmed, coming closer to his father so he could lower his voice "I've almost finished escorting Jesuits out of the kingdom but some have barricaded themselves in their homes. What should we do?"

"I'll handle it. Lead me to them, Carlito."

It was towards town square, one house in particular had a handfull of Jesuits in escondites throughout the large building.

Fernando wasn't stupid. He practically broke the door down, snapping the wooden plank holding it shut in two, Carlos following close behind because he knew many men were in the home but he also knew his father had a tendency of getting out of control once he started.

The king listened, lanza gripped hard in his left hand. He'd had it modified, shortened so he could use it easily even when he wasnt on horseback. It was ironic, his weapon of choice had always been a lanza but something felt different today. The name felt different. Lanza. Lance.

His fingers flexed around the wooden rod, knuckles white as he began searching the first floor, Carlos staying further back to watch. His father liked what he did and he liked doing it alone.

He could hear breathing, it was shakey, it was muffled, but it was near. He stopped walking, realizing the person was behind the bookshelf to his right. Fernando turned back to Carlos, nodding over to where he suspected the Jesuit to be hiding.

Fernando didn't want to move the shelf, figuring there was somewhere else they could run off to in the mean time so he positioned his lanza against the wood and shoved it forward, hearing the way skin tore under his blade. He knew it wasn't a serious injury because only seconds later the bastard began to pray

"St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the Devil."

He scoffed. Ridiculous. There was no St. Michael. No Archangel. No God. No Devil. But if there was, Fernando would be the closest thing to it.

He pulled his blade out harshly, shoving the now broken wood out of his way so he could reach the man easier, seeing him clutching his shoulder as he continued

"May God rebuke him, we humbly pray, and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly hosts, by the power of God,"

It was embarrassing, the King thought, how the man was still praying to his god after being put in this situation.

He reached out his hand to grab the frightened mans cappa. He shook under Fernando, practically falling to his knees as he began to sob. Not stopping his prayer. Fernando was going to let him finish.

"Thrust into hell Satan, and all the evil spirits, who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen."

As soon as he heard the mans voice fade he slammed him against the caved in wall behind him, lanza positioned against his larynx. Fernando knelt down, the Jesuit too afraid to move

"There is no god." He spat, watching as the mans sobs became harder before he pierced his throat, the life leaving his eyes as he was propped up with the Spaniards blade.

It took time but eventually Fernando had managed to rid Madrid of the rest of the Jesuits. Anyone else would feel some sort of emotion, regret, fear, jealousy, Fernando just felt content. Knowing the Popes biggest supporters were either dead or exiled brought a smile to his face.

The walk back was nice, Carlos telling him the things he'd gotten into that day. His oldest truly was a mini-him. The other two mainly took after their mother but Carlos was the spitting image of Fernando and he couldn't wait for his boy to be king.

As they reached the palace Carlos told his father goodnight, going to see what food was left over from the ball while Fernando returned to Lance.

The Spanish king unlocked his door, eyes scanning the hall around him before he stepped in, making sure to re-lock it before finding his way back to his groom.

He was still asleep, eyelashes laying against his pale cheeks as he slept, soft smile on his face. He was beautiful, to Fernando, to everyone. The man still had his blade in his hand, his lanza, he hadn't bothered to wipe the blood off, simply stashing it in his wardrobe before finding his way to bed with the Frenchman.

It wad odd, sleeping in the same bed as someone you were just engaged to, but killing someone with your blade then laying with someone with the same name was stranger so Fernando couldn't be bothered to do anything differently.

Lance awoke hours later, registering the arms around his waist straight away, it was nice, foreign, but nice.

His hands found their way to the Spaniards, fingers lightly brushing over his rough knuckles, scabs forming over the cuts he'd made the night before. He was rugged, far more rugged than Lawrence.

Fernando was the first King, besides his father, that Lance had truly been in the presence of since he was very young, since the signing of the Treaty of Aix-la-Chapelle when he was only six.

He felt safe, for whatever reason, in the mans arms. He was so much larger than the boy, so much stronger, so much more powerful. Lance felt as though he could lay in Fernandos arms forever and never have to worry of anything bad happening to either of them.

"How'd you sleep, mi rey?" Fernando spoke softly, lips pressing against the nape of Lance's neck

"I slept good" Lance smiled, turning to face Fernando, checking to make sure he was as handsome as he remembered. "Did you sleep well?"

"How could I not" The king smiled back, hand leaving the princes waist to brush the hair from his face "Sleeping next to you was perfect, can not wait to do it every night."

Before Lance could respond there was a knock at the door, a man saying something in Spanish that caused Fernando to get up, petting the boys head as he left the mattress

"Let's get dressed, your father wants the wedding to happen as soon as possible."

[thepleasurablemushu]

Snippet from a Miguel O'Hara/ Female Reader fic idea, where Spiderman starts to accompany you to your bus stop after an incident. He had done his job perfectly the other night, saved you and even checked you for injuries, and it went without saying that you were extremely grateful to him. But it’s not like you had unfinished business. Barring another attack, which you should hope wouldn’t be any time soon, you were simply not expecting to meet him again. Surely Spiderman had better things to do than to escort you?

“Are you… intending to walk me to my bus stop?”

He pushes his large frame off the wall he was leaning on and shrugs, your eyes immediately latching on to the corded muscles of his shoulders underneath his suit. “I thought I’d offer,” he replies. “Figured you might be shaken up from the other night, and I’m usually in the neighborhood anyway.” He tilts his head, as if debating if he should say what he was about to say next. “Didn’t like the thought of you walking alone.” 

Oh. Well, that was very nice of him. 

But you were fine, really. “Thank you, but I’m fine, really.”

The big electric sign the store behind you has suddenly flickers behind you with a violent buzzing sound and you jump. Okay, so maybe you were high strung since the attack, but that didn’t mean you weren’t fine. 

The eyes of his mask narrow slightly. “You ever heard of safety in numbers?”

“No, totally, I’m a huge proponent of safety in numbers.” You readjust the bag slung across your shoulder and point with your thumb back towards the store. “I even asked the guys at work if anyone could walk me home after what happened, but, uh, apparently that’s too much of a hassle for them.” 

His head turns to you fully now, and though you can’t see his face you think you sense some… anger on your behalf. You’re probably just imagining it though. Assigning meaning to things that don’t have meaning. That you wish had meaning.

“It’s just… I feel like you’re a pretty busy guy, so I’m trying to understand why…. you’d waste your time on this, of all things.” On me.

He crosses his arms before answering in that mesmerizing, deep tone of his.

“I never waste my time.” He points towards the foot path with another head tilt. “Let's go.”

[gum-iie]

as your heart desires

[greypetrel]

WIP (not) Wednesday

Thank you to @pinayelf , @dreadfutures , @blarrghe and @theluckywizard for tagging me! (You're all tagged back for next week) I had to work last weekend and I got caught in a wild reference hunting, but... It's all Whale AU/ an original story, I hope you won't mind!

1) Going on with costume designs for Aisling, this time we're going regional! After a long and difficult research, I can affirm that this is the traditional dress of Alghero, Sardinia, where her mother comes from and she grew up in this iteration. Sardinian traditional clothes are absolutely gorgeous and I wanted to draw her in one... But Alghero Is a minority, and things are quite different. First by the fact that I actually struggled to fact check this outfit. I'm still only sure it's geographically appropriate, but not time appropriate (the story is set in 1907). All I can tell you about it is that it may have more influences from Barcelona than from Sardinia, and that a necklace is made of coral, which is very typical of the town.

2) A master study which will serve as a banner? Aisling and Raina having a picnic on the beach. They're eating papassini, typical biscuits made with raisins and glazed with sugar, Aisling is reviewing for an upcoming job interview with a very special professor. I drew the landscape on memory alone, I tried to look for references but I wasn't lucky. Hopefully I've been there so many times growing up that I still have a plausible image.

... I talked for eight years, sorry, I'm happy of this project ahahahah and about learning more about a place I've spent so much time into.

It's late for tagging, isn't it? Going with people I don't feel bad in pestering: @salsedinepicta @ndostairlyrium @shivunin @melisusthewee

[sexynetra]

WIP WEDNESDAY

The people have been reacting well to cunty dame so have some more :)

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All this to say – Nicky leaving was putting a major crimp in Dame’s lifestyle. She plucked a glass of champagne off a tray, taking a long sip and surveying the room from her perch near the window. Tia and Kam were deep in conversation next to the food table, while Nicky — as the guest of honor — was in the middle of the room, surrounded by a gaggle of their coworkers.

Kam walked over a moment later, a small plate of hors d’œuvres in hand. “So, are you planning to go talk to your girlfriend?” She asked conversationally.

Dame rolled her eyes, plucking a canapé off of her best friend’s plate and popping it into her mouth. “Nicky’s not my girlfriend.”

“Try telling her that,” Kam retorted, giving Nicky a polite wave and a smile. Nicky smiled back at her before turning her gaze to Dame, smile softening.

“She knows,” Dame said. “I’ve told her. I’m not the girlfriend type. It’s just a bit of fun, nothing more.”

“Yeah well, the trail of brokenhearted girls you leave behind shows that well enough,” Kam shoved her playfully.

Dame pursed her lips to hide her smile. “You’re just jealous,” she teased, finishing off her champagne flute and stepping forward to greet Nicky who had made her way over.

Dame leaned over, placing a ghost of a kiss on each of her cheeks. “Nicky,” she murmured. “Lovely party. Shame it's goodbye.”

“It doesn’t have to be. You could come back to Paris with me.” Nicky looked up at her hopefully.

Dame plucked another flute of champagne off the tray of a passing server, letting out a noncommittal hum as she looked away, meeting eyes with the Spanish woman who worked in reception, flashing her a wink and a smile. “Better not, I’m quite enjoying London,” she said flippantly.

[watchyourbuck]

Inspiration Saturday ☾𖤓

tagged by @daffi-990 thank you baby!💗 today I wanted to be a little more creative than a moodboard, so I wanted to show you what I think about when I make descriptions for my Murder Husbands AU! Here you have firearms, uniform and knives + daggers, accompanied with a quote for each. I hope you like it!

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Eddie stood on the side, racking the slide of his favorite gun to make sure there were rounds in its chamber. “You ready?” he called out with a grin. He adjusted his side strap to make it tighter, putting the gun on its holster.

“I am,” replied Buck, coming out of the bathroom in full gear. Eddie’s breath hitched. Draped in sleek black, his attire hugged every contour of his body like a second skin – a one-piece uniform, with a bulletproof vest on top. He wore a side strap that mirrored Eddie’s, crisscrossed his torso, with a belt boasting twin holsters – as well as thigh ones adorning each leg. Three pockets filled with extra ammo and knee pads completed the look. As usual, he sported his combat boots, holding the balaclava in one hand.

Eddie nodded, grabbing the silver dagger from his ankle strap and playing with it absentmindedly. He did that every time he was consumed in thought. Buck thought it was pretty, the way he would scar his fingers with the tip and never once wince.

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tags! @housewifebuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @spagheddiediaz @thewolvesof1998 @malewifediaz @loserdiaz @wildlife4life @lover-of-mine @try-set-me-on-fire @cowboydiazes @mattsire @buckleyobsessed @disasterbuckdiaz @bucksbirthmark @evanbegins @wikiangela @911-on-abc @butraura @hippolotamus @honestlyeddie @fionaswhvre and anyone else who’d like to participate! (I’m going a little insane with this AU so if you’d like to be removed from this tag list pls let me know!)💗

[mary-is-writing]

✨NOW LOOKING FOR BETA READERS FOR THE MONSTERS ONLY WE SEE✨

After many months of waiting for official paperwork to happen and lots and lots of procrastination, TMOWS is finally ready to enter the next stage: Beta reading for the English version!!

So, hi there writeblr community!!! 👋 If you're interested in helping me by beta reading my first novel, please keep reading this!!

If you don't know what TMOWS is, check the intro post here and check the #tmows tag on my blog :D

Now for real, thank you so so much if you're interested in helping me with this!! You have my eternal gratitude 💕 Secondly, I'm opening 5-10 slots for people interested!! I'd like to at least have five beta readers since that's what I had for the Spanish version, but if by some miracle more people appear that want to help I don't want to reject them.

What I'll ask you to do is mainly catch grammar and spelling errors, since English is not my first language, as well as suggest changes to things like the semantics, punctuation or vocabulary used, if you think they are needed.

What I offer you is not money, but to add you to the Thank You section at the end of the book as well as offering to beta read for free any of your works, anything from short stories to a full novel.

When it comes to a schedule, I'll keep the slots open until the end of June or until they are all filled, whatever happens first. Then, I'll send you a PDF copy through your email on July 1st, and you'll have until September 30th to send it back with your notes. You can choose to either make notes in the copy itself or send a different doc with all your notes, whatever it's easier for you!!

Please send me a DM if you're interested in being a beta reader!! I'll be reblogging this post constantly this week as well as updating on any progress owo)b

Slots available: 10

[encrucijada]

okay this wolf book is so fun actually

[artofluffy]

[sharkyy599]

WIP since I can’t finish this right away

Bruh why am I the only one who finds Antonio hot

[cupcakesmoothie]

Sometimes I wanna draw and then I realise I can't draw

Anyway. WIP! I feel like this'll be fun if I keep going but I have a tendency to lose all motivation if I leave it so I usually do things in one shot. However, I need to go to bed.

I feel like this is a lot of research that people will never see unless they themselves are Mexican but one of the reasons I make/draw things like this is so people feel seen. I looked over a couple things for this, quite fun! This is supposed to be a chiapaneca dress, but I am not used to this more "realistic" style so the dress actually needs to spread out more. It's so pretty though! Will either be very fun or very torturous to colour

This is Paloma! I haven't started on her wings and at this point I'm not sure how to add them in. She's Mexican and was a fashion designer. I'm using that as an excuse to continue putting eyeliner on Alexis, who she is friends (?) with. She's older than him.

I have seen somewhere that Spanish Spanish and Mexican Spanish are slightly different, the two should still be able to communicate. I don't know what you call a "big sister/miss" in Spanish, or if that's even something you do. I guess Senorita would be it? I'm trying to convey that Alexis is showing respect to her though, so that feels like it's not it.

I'm debating between wing styles also. I think colourful wings (Like a parrot) would be pretty, and not as common as dove wings (Which are her namesake). Also it was while I was looking those up that I found out the Mexican flag has an eagle on it! The golden eagle wings sound pretty interesting, if a little bit drab, but having her be tied to the national bird would be fun I think. And lastly, wood pigeon wings, which are also her namesake, only in Latin.

[svampira]

this looks so muddy but i believe in it