#t;santana

[bonkalore]

I've said before that Cyprus is actually much bigger naturally than he usually is seen, but he mostly takes this size when he's in the water. He's not as used to it above water, but he and Lucy were trying to be more honest with each other to avoid further miscommunications.

He was already crushing on her, but think he may have fallen a little bit in love with her after this lol I think he gets in deeper than he intended to for sure.

I've been having fun exploring his character more tho and finding that despite his in control and confident exterior, he gets quite bashful and shy when vulnerable~

[kitstark]

text > San

Kit: 🦈 Are you okay? @psusantana

[huntersrequiem-if]

How would the ROs react to seeing the MC cry for the first time?

Hii thanks for the ask! This was so much fun it turned a bit too long lol.

Oh damn. You're crying. Huh. A part of him scolds himself for not noticing this sooner, how can you be so blind? Are you really this - The thought is broken off by another sob. Astaroth frowns even harder. He hates this sound - he decides. He loves your laugh, your smiles. Stars, he doesn't even mind when they come from making him a joke. Your emotions are such a mess right now he doesn't know how to untangle them, where to start. So he does what he is best at, run his mouth. If he fills your head and ears with idle, meaningless chatter - there will be no room for sadness, no? At best, you would switch focus, at worst you start cursing him out. And he would take it, drag it out into a fight. Because it is way more fun to fight with him, right? Right? Still crying? Well, shit. And even harder now! He will demand to know just what is wrong with you? Speak so he can do something about it. Just please stop crying.

Oh. Oh no, love! Her face falls at the sight of your tears. What happened to you, darling? Moon hates tears, yours chief of them all. Already she feels the telltale pressure in her eyes, thin pinpricks that refuse to be blinked away. She scowls at you if you dare to console her. How dare you? This is about you, not me! Even as she tries desperately to wipe her tears away, she looks no less fierce. After a moment in which she takes a deep breath, she manages to turn the scowl into a small smile, her hands finding yours. Rubbing one tear away from your face with a thumb, she envelops you in a tight hug, warm and comforting. She will not let go until you tell her what she can do for you? Anything you want.

They're rusty at this. Giving comfort and a warm word. Their first reaction is to stare for a long time. Not out of judgment - but sheer bewilderment. The thought of leaving and pretending they never saw this rise unbidden, banished just a soon with a shake of their head. Night feels shame - shame they even dared to think this. With great hesitance they hover around you, unsure if their touch is welcomed. In the end, they open their arms - an offer for you to take. They'll catch you when you throw yourself into their arms, hand pressing your head into the crook of their neck. The hug is a bit stiff but they warm up to it. They listen to whatever you give, be it your sobs or the grievances that ail you.

Their laugh turns into a small strangled thing. Santana's heart cleatches at the sight of the glistering tears. What has happened? One moment you were laughing with them and now you burst into tears. Did I say something? They whisper fiercely, fingers digging into your shoulder. I'm sorry.

When you shake your head, they frown, worry swimming in their eyes. Then what is wrong? Please tell me.

You could only point at them. Santana gulps, heart starting to gallop into their chest. Me? What did they do? Should they leave?

When they try to take a step back, your hand clasps around their arm. Please, you mouth and their face falls. A quick nod and they hug you, your head buried in their stomach, their arms wrapped around your shoulders.

They still don't know what they did - before understanding strikes them like lightning. Oh.

You're silly, they say, voice wavering and wet. An idiot, even. I'm not going to leave you. Not now, not ever. I'm going to be by your side until I'm old and wrinkly and cranky and you're annoyed by me. And even after I'm going to find you in the next life. Promise? you mouth against their shirt, in such a small voice they have to resist crying themself.

Promise. Their voice is solemn, an oath.

??? stares at you for a long time. The tears of a god trailing down your face. Their tongue is paralyzed in their mouth, useless like a lump of clay. And whatever words they would find - how can they be used to soothe the wounds of a god? Can their touch? They contemplate - leave and pretend they never saw that. Never saw the tears trail down your cheeks, that they're blind to the puffiness of your eyes. They curse all things that are holy when your eyes meet. There goes the chance to save your dignity. You, although, don't look ready to strangle them. Good. With a gulp, they approach like a spooked rabbit with cautious steps. You don't seem to mind. ??? takes the place by your side, shoulders touching. They listen to your sobs, quiet, and gaze soft. They don't know what ails you, what wounds you carry - but you're not alone, now.

[giselle-archive]

text message ⇆ santana & giselle

Giselle: i'm glad you liked that playlist, and i'll take that appreciation whenever you feel like giving it to me. though, that goes against our 'taking it slow' agenda so... Giselle: anyways, there's something i need to tell you, and you're not going to like it, but i need you to promise me that you won't spiral. @limalatina

[serenaxsmythe]

TEXT📲 SERTANA

SERENA: You know, I had a revelation. You and I together could be a serious threat to the universe. Our combined wit and charm would have people questioning their life choices just by being in the same room. SERENA: This is precisely why the universe keeps us apart. Can you imagine the chaos we’d unleash if we kissed? SERENA: Drinks to test this theory? @psusantana

[tha-wrecka-stow]

The Album

The Single(s)

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

It’s A Rich Man’s World

Author:  thatgleekychick

Rating:  T

Status:  Completed in January 2014

Word Count:  48,379

Summary:  What happens when you have everything to gain and even more to lose? When Kurt Hummel, a waiter with dreams of Broadway, meets Blaine Anderson, a NYC stockbroker on his way to the top, the attraction is instant. But they come from two seemingly different worlds. Through each other they learn that there is more than one way to be wealthy, and not all of them involve money.

Tropes/Genre:  Stockbroker!Blaine, wealthy!Blaine, NYC!Klaine, romance, waiter!Kurt, Santana Lopez

Lynne’s review:  I really enjoyed this story. They had a complicated relationship to navigate, but love and trust wins out. Santana is fantastic in this story!

Read at:  AO3

[bonkalore]

Sort of continuation of the very wholesome comic with Cyprus and Lucy. Here Cyprus is remembering that gravity is more of a thing to worry about on the surface than it is under the water.

He seems confident all the time but he's really got a lot on his mind when trying to be lol

[afrotumble]

Juelz Santana ft Jadakiss - Party N Bullsh*t (Official Music Video)

[huntersrequiem-if]

I do not know if anyone has asked this but it's my favorite toxic scenario so don't judge me.

If the ROs and MC are out and someone tries hitting on MC while an RO is away from them... how do the ROs react?

Can we pretttttty please do crushing stage vs relationship stage. 😫

I'm already dying while imagining reading Astaroth's... i have a problem 😭🤣

Hiii! Sorry, it took so long, was a bit busy. Also don't worry I'm not gonna judge, after all, it's pretty fun to explore this side of the characters.

Warning: It's pretty long so it goes under the cut.

(Also I imagined it as some sort of party)

Crush:

Nope, nope. Astaroth is seething inside. How dare this worm bother the Hunter with useless drivel? And why, oh why isn't the Hunter leaving, could they like it? No, no, he shall hear no reason like duty and politeness or silly things like that.

While there is little he can do about it - unless he wants to get into an ugly fight - Astaroth does what he knows best, talk. He picks apart everything about that worm, from the way they speak and look, the clothes they wear, the way they carry themself.

Poor Hunter will have to leave to spare themself a headache.

And if Hunter don't? Well, fine, they forced his hand. He's willing to go into a fight over this.

Regardless of how it happens, Astaroth is right as rain the moment Hunter leaves the worm in the dust. Back to jokes – fine, he’ll even grovel a bit, or more until they stop cursing him out.

Just this once.

Relationship:

Here he is more assured, confident. Because Hunter is his and nothing can take that away. So, who cares if some poor thing makes a fool out of themself trying to flirt with someone as radiant as the Hunter? Ha!

He would watch this - with his head resting on the Hunter's shoulder arms wrapped around their waist. Draped lazily over their back, he enjoys the show. An amused smirk plays on his lips as his eyes follow the bumbling fool. It widens when they stumble over their words.

Astaroth wants to cheer the idiot – “Go on, make a bigger fool out of yourself, amuse us!” – but he doesn’t, just nitpicks the attempts to himself. Frankly, he heard better flirting.

 He'll be quiet, only speaking when the idiot finally scampers away.

"Hm, I almost feel sorry." Lips brush the Hunter’s neck, a brief kiss against their warmth. “Almost.”

Crush:

Moon would freeze, not knowing what do to. Well, she does know but she isn’t that idiotic. She wants to slide near the Hunter and intertwine their fingers together. And Hunter placing a kiss on her knuckles while she sends the beau a smug look.

No, that’s downright idiotic. Moon has a duty, an obligation. She should be by her husband's side, be his darling wife. She shots a glance at the man by her side, see his gaze snap back to her. She flashes him a quick, meaningless smile, her eyes already back on the Hunter.

Movement from the little beau and Hunter, the person raising a hand to touch them. She bites her lips, wrapping her wings around herself. Oh, but would you look at that? Another person bumped into the beau before their hand touched Hunter.

Those two seem stricken by each other, you can just see the hearts floating around each other. They walk off like two loverbirds.

How adorable! How fortunate the little beau had found their mate! Isn’t Moon such a caring goddess?

The self-satisfied smile on her face withers when her eyes meet Hunter’s, quirked eyebrow and unreadable expression on their face. Moon flushes, feathers ruffled. Turning to her husband she places her arm delicately on the crook of his elbow, trying to focus on him, his lips, his words.

Relationship:

Moon sweeps between them with fluttering feathers and a trailing dress. Her tinkling laugh steals the beau’s attention and her smile is like the sun.  Warm, radiant. She enchants the person until they’re so enamored with her they forget Hunter is even there.

But she doesn’t. Moon’s eyes are always on them, flashing them a smile meant for them. Soft, adoring. Brushes of her knuckles against the back of their hand, featherlight and gone in a flash. It burns her and she wants nothing more than just leave this party.

Somehow, she manages to make the beau leave. With a wink, she turns to the Hunter and discreetly tugs at their wrist. Once they are in a secluded and shadowed corner away from prying eyes, she presses herself against them, lips seeking theirs in a heated kiss. Her hands search purchase on their clothes, trailing.

“Hello, love. Missed me?” Her words are faint against their lips.

Crush:

They would watch – glare, if you were to ask anyone else, over the rim of their cup, sipping slowly. They’re being silly, Night knows that. Hunter is their own person – this is just a childish crush, it will pass. But why does their heart do a painful squeeze when Hunter reciprocates?

Why do they wish that smile was for them?

They glance away, lips pursed in a thin line. Sneaking a glance back, they run a hand through their hair. How… pathetic they are, pinning for someone who doesn’t even know they care.

Ridiculous. They’ll leave – not because of this little scene, no, no! – but because the Underworld is busy. Night can hardly leave it unattended for a silly party.

Yes, that’s exactly why. Downing the last of the wine, they’re gone before anyone else notices.

Relationship:

A hum leaves their throat, watching the spectacle unfold. Night is not amused, more like curious. How will this happen, will the person take rejection gracefully? Some do, some don’t. A shame, to embarrass oneself for this.

Their steps bring them closer to the Hunter. They have a questioning look in their eyes – is this alright? Do you need help?

The Hunter shakes their head and Night’s shoulders drop slightly. Still, they give their hand a quick squeeze, a touch of heavy wings on their back gone just as soon. A flash of a warm smile accompanied by a nod and they leave. The Hunter can take care of themselves – but Night would keep an eye from the corner of the room.

When the Hunter returns to their side, Night smiles softly at them, leaning their shoulder against them. They start talking in soft, hushed voices.

Crush:

The other partygoers give them a pitying glance.

They have been standing in the same spot for quite a time, hovering uselessly around a certain conversation.

Poor thing.

Some have tried to engage this lone figure.

Santana flashes their current conversation partner – a woman with auburn hair and pretty green eyes – a fleeting smile and they try. To be aware, present and listen. Yet their answers are short and quiet with a gaze more often than not on Hunter.

Peering at this person, Santana knows it’s silly – they don’t know all people after all. But maybe they know this one or heard of them. Tall and bearing a proud figure, Santana’s mind blanks. They can’t put a name on the face.

It was to be expected, but it did nothing to quell the disappointment in them. With a huff, they can’t help but be curious, who is this person to have the courage to flirt with a god so brazenly?

Another bigger part is annoyed by how easily they capture Hunter's attention with so much confidence in each gesture.

Santana frowns, trying to ignore the incessant tugging in their heart, like a thin thread wrapped around Hunter's fingers.

A small nudge against their shoulder brings them back to reality with a startle. Santana blinks wide eyes at the woman, cheeks flushed. Her eyes sparkle with mirth.

How rude of them!

Before they can release a torrent of apologies, she cuts in with a jerk of her head. "Your partner?"

They follow her gaze and their cheeks flush harder, mortified. "No!" Their voice is a little too loud, too high-pitched.

Curious eyes glance their way and Santana gulps, shoulders rising to their burning ears. Especially when they feel the Hunter's gaze, hot and scorching on their skin.

Why can't the earth open up and swallow them?

The woman snorts and takes another sip of her wine. "No offense, friend, but you're a terrible liar."

A small pause. "None taken." They rub a hand at the back of their throat, unsure. "But nothing is going between us."

“Sure, friend.” Santana frowns, not liking her sarcastic words.  She lifts a shoulder, swirling the wine in her glass. “There won’t be anything else if you keep watching.”

They watch her, the veil of melancholy that feel on her face. It saddens them. “I’m sorry.”

She blinks at them, for a moment looking taken back. A quick bark of amusement slips past her lips, shaking her head. “There is nothing to be sorry about friend. We just made our choices.” A fleeting pat on their shoulder and the woman leaves, blending in the crowd.

Santana blinks at the spot she was. Ah well, there goes their excuse to linger around. With one look at Hunter, Santana bites their lips, hard.

Taking a deep breath, their feet bring them closer. Hunter turns their head slightly and Santana smiles, eyes on them. Trying to stop their hand from trembling, they place it on the crook of Hunter’s arm.

“Hello. I’m Santana.”

Relationship:

Santana would pause, fingers wrapping tighter around the cups they are carrying. Of course, they left their side and someone already swooped in. A furtive glance at the person reveals a stranger.

Another glance to Hunter and they don’t seem interested. Good.

A frown worms it way on their face - how to approach this? What version of them did the Hunter like more?

With a shake of their head, Santana sighs and resumes their way. Smiling warmly at Hunter, they give them a cup. Now with their hand freed, they slide it across Hunter's back, resting on their hips.

Taking a sip of their drink, Santana watches the stranger over the rim of their cup. "Hello. I'm Santana." A small nod, eyes inquisitive. "And who might you be?"

Crush:

??? would hover so close, just behind Hunter's shoulder, staring at the other speaker. The other person would shift before finally leaving.

With them gone, ??? would turn to Hunter and ask in a small, quiet voice. "Is this something you to often? Bedding mortals?" There is no reproach in their voice, mere curiosity.

"Are... are you offering?" The answer is befuddled, lacking any kind of heat.

They would tilt their head, mapping the Hunter's features with their eyes.

"No."

Still, they don't leave, sticking to Hunter like a quiet shadow.

Relationship:

A simple look is enough to tell them everything they need to know. ??? would wrap their fingers around Hunter's wrist and drag them away from the stranger.

They would search a quiet spot, potentially the garden before slidding down and resting their head on Hunter's shoulder.

[giselle-archive]

📱 text message: giselle ⇆ santana

Giselle: obviously that answer pertains to people i love that aren't my girlfriend. Giselle: why are you having a bad day? Giselle: if it's because i was already gone when you woke up, i'm sorry. i had to go back to my dorm to finish the paper you kept distracting me from doing. Giselle: not that i'm complaining in any way about your methods though. you should definitely not stop. Giselle: but seriously, what's wrong?? @limalatina

[what-if-rpg]

↪ Have you heard about SANTANA LOPEZ? SHE is 29 and hails from LIMA HEIGHTS, OHIO. Looks exactly like DIANNE GUERRERO, and is TAKEN.

“Me and my head high, and my tears dry, get on without my guy.”

↪ IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

FULL NAME: Santana Maria Lopez DATE OF BIRTH: November 17 SEXUALITY & GENDER: Lesbian & Cis-Female RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married to Brittany S. Pierce POSITIVE & NEGATIVE TRAITS: Charming, Honest & Loyal. Blunt, Jealous & Bitter. OCCUPATION: Rachel Berry’s Agent CITY: New York, NYC

↪ HEADCANONS:

Santana and Quinn have quite some history as frenemies, she used to hate Rachel and Quinn's tense relationship as Santana herself was still in the closet. She once confided about that with Rachel and after that, their friendship blossomed.

Although Santana is a lesbian, she has a history of sleeping around with men, one of these men was Finn Hudson, who she slept only once with. Mostly because she wanted to spite Quinn thinking she had feelings for her then boyfriend. But once Santana realized that she and Quinn had more in common than cheerleading, she turned in a sweeter friend.

Britt was Santana's first love, first kiss with a girl, first-time sex with a girl - she owns a lot to Britt, but seeing Britt wants to start a family, and Santana wants to focus on her career, or more importantly Rachel Berry's career - she finds herself thinking the lovebirds might not be meant to be after all.

Santana recently got a big tattoo, of angel wings, on her back. It's to celebrate being as free as a bird and she holds no shame of her tattooed back, often wearing open-back dresses to flaunt her tattoo off.

↪ IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS:

MARIBEL & MR. LOPEZ (Parents): Santana broke contact with her parents after coming out. She sends her mom letters on Mother's day however since her mother isn't as against it as her father is. MRS. LOPEZ (Aunt): Her aunt sent her money when she struggled to get by as she was kicked out of her family's home. BRITTANY S. PIERCE (Wife): They are having a break at the moment to have things cooling down about the children's debate. LAYA, LEAH & LUCA PIERCE-LOPEZ (Children): Up to RPer RACHEL BERRY, KURT HUMMEL & QUINN FABRAY (Best Friends): Quinn and Rachel Berry, but also Kurt Hummel is family to her. They are her support system. And in return she is theirs.

[giselle-archive]

Giselle: aaand here we go again. Giselle: i won't give you any shit in mexico. do whatever you want. if you lose your shit, i won't even intervene and stop you. Giselle: forgotten. Giselle: i'll just talk to you...whenever the fuck i talk to you, i guess.

Santana : i don't see anything wrong with what i said, but i'm not trying to start any fights. Santana : you're always giving me shit about something. at least since you've been back. i don't remember always having to defend myself to you in high school, but maybe our problems weren't as serious back then. Santana : no, that's not good. this whole time i've been trying to figure out what the hell you want. but you refuse to tell me. and i'm done going around in circles with you, so just forget it.

[ringthedamnbell]

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