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sunshyni · 1 month ago

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vampiro da guarda | Jake

Jake × Fem!Reader | fluff | primeiro textinho de halloween (não que eu ache que haverão outros KKKK) | wc: 2k

sinopse: se apaixonar romanticamente por um gatinho, no sentido literal, definitivamente não estava nos seus planos.

notinha da Sun: tô viciada em “Brought The Heat Back”, então decidi escrever alguma coisa inspirada nessa música 😁 Eu sei que vocês gostam de uma coisa mais picante uh la la, masss essa aqui é extremamente bobinha e fofa. Talvez eu faça uma pt.2 porque deixei alguns pontos abertos, mas é só talvez mesmo!! KKKKK Espero que vocês gostem!!

boa leitura, docinhos!! 🦇

Você tinha se mudado para aquela cidadezinha remota não fazia nem três semanas, mas coisas estranhas estavam acontecendo. Sentia-se como se estivesse dentro da sua série favorita, “Teen Wolf”, só que sem a parte do ensino médio. A questão é que você trabalhava numa clínica veterinária, exercendo seu técnico em auxiliar de veterinária. Tanto você quanto Jungwon, seu melhor amigo, eram novos na região. Ele fazia o tipo medroso; você era curiosa demais. Talvez morresse primeiro se estivesse em um filme de terror, como o resultado daquele quiz que vocês fizeram dois dias atrás, mas, pelo menos, morreria com a curiosidade saciada.

— A gente tem que sair daqui o mais rápido possível, me escuta — ele disse, enquanto mastigava uma Fini daquelas azedinhas. Você tomou um gole do seu café tradicional e revirou os olhos.

— Jungwon, a gente tá há sei lá quanto tempo procurando emprego na área. Ninguém aceita dois jovens de 20 anos sem experiência — aquilo era verdade. Jungwon suspirou, batendo os pés tal qual uma criança mimada que precisa mesmo de uma coleção daqueles bonequinhos de ratinhos.

— Talvez a gente já saiba porque eles decidiram contratar dois jovens bobinhos — ele te olhou, e você roubou uma cobrinha repleta de açúcar azedo da embalagem dele. — Não consigo entender a morte daquele cão.

Todo o sangue drenado, não tinha nada. O cão estava oco. Nem sabiam direito em que horário ele havia falecido. Aquilo não saía da sua cabeça, e muito menos da de Jungwon, principalmente da de Jungwon aparentemente. Não podia negar que a cidade tinha uma atmosfera esquisita: anoitecia depressa, quase não tinha comércio, e o bar local era a única diversão que os habitantes tinham. No entanto, ele parecia sempre deserto, como se as pessoas se resguardassem com medo de algo maior, algo sobrenatural, quem sabe? Lobisomens ou...

— Para com essa história maluca de vampiros, Jungwon — você disse para o seu amigo, cutucando-o nas costelas e fazendo-o reagir imediatamente com um pulo do banco. Sempre fora extremamente sensível para cócegas. — Desse jeito você vai ficar maluco.

— Depois não me diz que eu não te avisei. Preciso de mais glicose, vou ver se eles têm aquele pirulito com pozinho.

Você assentiu, observando-o caminhar até um mercadinho pequeno do outro lado da rua. Estavam no centro da cidade, onde a quantidade mínima de estabelecimentos se reunia, como se aquele fosse o shopping local.

— Ah, achei que você não tinha comprado o seu — Niki, um dos clientes frequentes da clínica, apareceu de repente ao seu lado, segurando dois copos fumegantes de chocolate quente. Você ergueu seu copo já frio de café, dizendo: — Esse aqui já acabou mesmo.

Ele sorriu, sentando-se ao seu lado, no mesmo lugar onde seu amigo estava segundos atrás. Percebeu que Niki estava de olho em você desde a primeira vez que se encontraram na clínica e não achou aquilo ruim. Embora Jungwon sempre fizesse questão de não te deixar sozinha com o garoto em questão, dizia que Niki poderia ser um serial killer, um maluco disfarçado naquela cidade de malucos também. Mas você sempre ignorava suas palavras com um gesto de abano.

— Tá afim de sair esse final de semana? Pra um encontro? — você corou com a pergunta súbita, ficando meio sem palavras. Era sim ou não, mas, mesmo assim, parecia que suas cordas vocais n��o queriam fazer o trabalho delas. Você se remexeu no banco, olhou para ele, e, no momento em que iria responder com um “sim” não muito confiante e duvidoso, escutou o miado manhoso demais de um gato.

Olhou para o chão, para o seu lado, e sentiu quando o gato passou pelas suas pernas, se esfregando e ronronando em uma delas. Niki te chamou de novo e colocou uma mão sobre a sua, parecendo um tanto quanto afobado, querendo sua resposta logo e sem se importar muito com o novo amigo no chão.

— Ah... Sim? Como aqui não tem... — o gato continuou te circulando e até arranhou sua calça jeans de boca larga. Você se perdia no raciocínio toda vez que acompanhava a baderna que o gato fazia pela sua atenção. — Nenhum lugar minimamente interessante, posso te mostrar meus dotes culinários em casa.

Niki sorriu, sorriu muito, um sorriso completo que moldou seus lábios perfeitamente. Você deu um sorriso meio sem graça e finalmente segurou o gatinho, cujos pelos eram tão pretos que chegavam a brilhar, a cintilar. Os olhos amarelos sinceramente te hipnotizaram demais.

— Acho que ele tá com sede. Já volto. — Niki olhou para o gato com certo desdém, se você realmente fosse boa em linguagem corporal teria percebido isso, e assentiu mudo. O sorriso já não existia nos lábios dele, exibindo uma expressão neutra enquanto te observava atravessar a rua com o gatinho em mãos até o mercadinho, onde Jungwon estava. Encontrou-o com uma grande cesta de doces de embalagens coloridas, enquanto tinha a última Fini na boca.

— Voxê não vai acreditar — ele disse sem olhar para você. Quando o fez, arregalou os olhos para a criatura no seu colo, como se o gato fosse um gato-polvo com vários tentáculos te engolindo. — Ai, meu Deus. Você tava escondido aqui esse tempo todo?

— Quê? Que que você tá falando? — você questionou, e Jungwon sorriu ao terminar de mastigar o doce entre os dentes, te acompanhando até o caixa. Você passou a garrafinha de água, enquanto ele colocou na pequena esteira os mil e um doces que escolhera.

— Onde você encontrou esse gato? — seu melhor amigo questionou, e você deu de ombros enquanto acariciava o pelo do gatinho fofo.

— Quero levar ele pra casa.

— Você quer levar todo animal pra casa, ô metida a Luisa Mell — você mostrou a língua para ele, enquanto ele pagava pelas compras e se despedia da caixa com um sorrisinho.

— Tô pensando num nome... Sombrio, talvez? — você questionou enquanto andavam na calçada. Ele destacou outra embalagem de doces e colocou uma gelatina em formato de chapéu de bruxa na sua boca.

— Pra uma pessoa sem criatividade que nem você, é uma boa — ele disse, e você revirou os olhos.

Com o passar do tempo, você descobriu que Sombrio era o gato mais manhoso e doce que já conhecera. Ele queria te seguir para todo lugar, incluindo seu trabalho. No entanto, as últimas noites tinham sido estranhas: você acordava no meio da noite, quente, com a estranha sensação de um homem misterioso compartilhando a cama com você. Mas, quando olhava ao lado da cama de casal, encontrava Sombrio dormindo pacientemente. Era esquisito como sentia a pressão de mãos estranhas, que logo se tornaram familiares. Elas tocavam sua cintura, pousavam na sua barriga, e você podia até sentir uma fragrância diferente. No entanto, sempre que abria os olhos, assustada, não encontrava nada.

— O que eu te disse sobre o Niki?

— Sombrio não para de me morder, parece um pernilongozinho, sempre arrancando sangue de mim. — Você posicionou o celular na mesinha de centro, ficando de lado para Jungwon, do outro lado da ligação de vídeo, enquanto acariciava os pelos de Sombrio. Ele dormia tranquilo sobre sua barriga, mas, com a pequena menção de seu nome, levantou a cabeça para te olhar com aqueles belos olhos amarelos.

— Tá me escutando?

— Você me falou pra ficar longe, que ele poderia me matar e esconder meu corpo no quintal dele. Mas e daí? Faz muito tempo desde a última vez que um cara se interessou por mim. — Você beijou os pelos do gatinho, acomodando-se melhor no sofá. — Tô com uma torta no forno, e daqui a uma hora ele já deve aparecer.

— Meu número é o seu número de emergência, né? — Você bufou, mas assentiu para a câmera. — Promete que vai deixar o celu...

Você se inclinou para clicar na bolinha vermelha e desligar a ligação de vídeo. Depois, olhou para Sombrio.

— Eu sei, ele fala demais.

Seus olhos começaram a pesar com o entardecer que entrava em raios de luz alaranjada pela cortina da sua janela. Em pouco tempo, você estava dormindo. Só não esperava começar a tossir desesperadamente pouco depois. Quando olhou para a cozinha aberta, soltou um gritinho: tudo estava em brasas. Como uma torta poderia ter causado aquilo tão rápido? Seus dedos trêmulos pegaram o celular para ligar para os bombeiros, mas... Onde estava Sombrio?

— Vai ficar aí esperando o fogo te alcançar?

De fato, as chamas começavam a se alastrar pela sala, e o cheiro de queimado te deixava desconfortável. Mas o mais importante: como aquele cara desconhecido havia entrado na sua casa? E onde diabos estava Sombrio?

— Acho que eu prefiro morrer carbonizada do que nas mãos de uma pessoa desconhecida que tá literalmente dentro da minha casa. — Você deu alguns passos para trás. No entanto, se recuasse mais um pouco, entraria no foco do incêndio, e o teto poderia desabar na sua cabeça. Então, você parou, analisando bem as opções. Correr seria inútil: nunca foi muito forte fisicamente.

— Assim você me magoa. — Ele fez um beicinho e avançou até você num piscar de olhos, literalmente se teletransportando para pegar sua mão e te puxar para fora. Depois disso, tudo virou uma sucessão de eventos confusos.

Niki não apareceu naquela noite, mas Jungwon chegou minutos depois dos bombeiros. Ele te abraçou apertado e te conduziu até a garagem da sua casa, quando o incêndio foi controlado. Entrar na casa, no entanto, era impossível por causa do cheiro de queimado.

Você se sentou no sofá antigo que ainda estava na garagem. O outro sofá, o vermelho que você tanto gostava, provavelmente já tinha sido consumido pelo fogo. Por sorte, o andar superior e a garagem não foram atingidos, mas seus problemas respiratórios te impediram de ficar lá por muito tempo.

— Eu não tenho muita certeza de que uma torta causaria todo esse rebuliço — você comentou para Jungwon, que te olhou com uma expressão suspeita. — Tá, fala logo o que você quer dizer.

— Acho que você precisa saber que...

— Por que deixou ela me chamar de Sombrio esse tempo todo, hein? Não que eu esteja reclamando, foi fofo.

Você tampou a boca com as mãos ao ver o mesmo homem de antes aparecer diante de você. Queria gritar, mas Jungwon te impediu, ajoelhando-se na sua frente. Você, devagar, se sentou no sofá, ainda em choque.

— O Sombrio, na verdade, é o Jake. Ele é um vampiro.

— Híbrido, na verdade. O Jungwon é o seu vampiro da guarda, mas ele quase te entregou de bandeja pro Niki. — Jake afastou Jungwon de perto de você e colocou suas pernas no sofá, fazendo você se deitar. Em seguida, ele cobriu seu corpo com uma manta fina que, de alguma forma, estava ali naquele cômodo.

Você permaneceu estática, absorvendo cada detalhe daquele homem impecável. Era difícil acreditar, mas os olhos de Jake eram idênticos aos de Sombrio. Eles hipnotizavam, te atraíam de uma forma que você nunca pensou ser possível.

— Vampiro da guarda? — você perguntou, confusa.

Jake se ajoelhou ao seu lado, como Jungwon fizera antes de ser expulso. Aliás, Jungwon já tinha desaparecido do local — fazia sentido, sendo vampiro. Mas por que ele gastara tanto tempo com você nas idas de ônibus para a faculdade?

— É, às vezes os anjos se cansam disso. Vocês humanos são muito imprudentes, então a tarefa fica para as aberrações do inferno — vulgo vampiros. — Jake acariciou seus cabelos e suas bochechas, e você estremeceu. Conhecia aquelas mãos. Agora estava dando um rosto àquelas carícias: era ele quem te tocava de madrugada, te aninhava e te abraçava apertado. Não era algo que sua mente carente tinha inventado.

— Então foi você...

— Desculpa, você vive me acariciando, queria retribuir de alguma forma, mas não podia me revelar naquele momento. Eu nem deveria estar fazendo isso.

Seus olhos se prenderam aos dele, e você sentiu suas mãos formigarem, querendo tocá-lo.

— Mas a assembleia dos vampiros já tá puta comigo há um bom tempo.

— Sombrio...

— É Jake. Mas não me importo se você quiser...

Você o beijou, de verdade. Jake subiu sobre você, fazendo você envolver suas pernas em volta dele. Ele tocou suas bochechas e esfregou os narizes de vocês antes de se afastarem.

— Já tava começando a achar esquisito me sentir atraída por um gato.

Jake sorriu, os cabelos ligeiramente bagunçados e os caninos mais pontudos, como um vampiro deve ter. Você deveria estar aterrorizada, mas se sentia tranquila. Afinal, tinha dois vampiros da guarda.

— O Jungwon tava certo. O Niki queria te matar. Ele é um dos nossos, mas do grupinho dos rebeldes.

Você assentiu, e Jake se deitou apertado ao seu lado, te abraçando para dar mais espaço.

— Mas ele tava começando a ter sentimentos por você, o que é pior ainda.

Jake te beijou outra vez, esfregando o nariz no seu e lambendo sua bochecha de brincadeira, como fazia na forma de gato.

— E o que você fez pra impedir isso?

— Esquentei um pouco as coisas.

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tharett · 4 months ago

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**** This is going to be the last ranfren post I'll make ****

I'm pretty sure some of you may know (and by looking into the community, will probably tell me to "grow up" lololol), the ranfren creator has... a VERY problematic past (that i properly searched and educated myself about)... and I no longer want to associate with their work (simple as that, really)☝️🤓

[Context as to Why I'm Uploading this xd]:

I was in the process of drawing this page (with the intention of uploading it ywy) before finding about the LORE about the making of the Ranfren series, so I couldn't bring myself to NOT upload this after putting a lot of work in for it... and we find ourselves here in this awkward situation :v

So with this, I will bid the series adieu and continue uploading art of my other interests 🙇‍♂️

Eng Translation of my Chicken Scratch Handwriting:

Nyon and Nyen photo:

- ok 1/2 (letters on his shirt)

- Nyon looks too feminine lmao (in my style)

-Nyen (why is he always drawn all muscley??) (Future thare: I now know (HAH))

Luther photo:

[Headcanon Box]

- always unprepared for visitors (doesn't have enough drinks each visit somehow)

[Dialogue]

Luther (L): "I hope your friends like them..."

Randal (R): "thanks big brother! Woah, an ash tray for a cup!? Cool"

Avalona and Spider Girl photo:

[Dialogue]

Avalona Mercury (A): c'mon guys! Hurry up! N'hee hee hee!"

R: "I'm on my way ladies!!"

A: "ew you're drooling again hee hee!"

[OC]Hirose Daiki (H): "I'll stick around a bit!"

[Extra Notes]

- HS AU ☆ high school alternative universe

- they all get along like normal teens <3

Comic Strip (LEFT TO RIGHT! Also Numbered!!):

[Contex Box]

- meeting the Ivory Family

[Dialouge + Action Boxes]

H: "oh! Hey Sebastian (S)! What a coincidence! Wanna hang later?"

S: "H-Hirose? What are you...?" [First time meeting Hirose out of school]

H: "I'm also here for groceries?? Lol. Why else would I be here?"

L: "oh? Is he a friend of yours, Randal?" [Lean--]

R: "eeh, I guess? He's a friend of a friend" [uninterested]

H: "hello! I'm Hirose Daiki, Randal's and Sebastian's friend! You must be Randal's big brother, Luther, right?" [Offering hand for handshake]

S: "I told you, you don't have to greet them..."

H: "nonsense!! It's a pleasure to meet you! Hi Randal ^^"

R: "ugh... hi..."

L: "(Oh, he's nicer than the other one (Satoru)!) Well yes! Yes I am- it's a pleasure to meet you, too!" [Flattered Blush]

H: "the pleasure is all mine!"

R: "Seb, let's go to the candy section!"

[Contex Box (2)]

- later made plans to introduce his (Hirose) parents

Traducción de Todo lo que Dije antes pero en Esp xd:

**** Esto será el último blog de Ranfren que haré ****

Estoy seguro que algunos de ustedes saben (y al mirar los tipos de la comunidad, probablemente me dirán que "ctm/no mms" xdxd), el creador de Ranfren tiene... un pasado MUY problemático (en la cual yo tome el tiempo para buscar para que me eduque adecuadamente)... y ya no quiero asociarme con su trabajo (así de simple, la neta JAJA) ☝️🤓

[Contexto de pq subo esto xdxd]:

Estaba en el proceso de terminar este dibujo (con la intención de subirla ;-;) antes de enterarme de la HISTORIA sobre la creación de la serie Ranfren, así que como no subir este dibujo después de ponerle tanto esfuerzo para terminarlo, y pues... ahora nos encontramos aquí en esta situación incomoda :v

Así que con esto, me despido de la serie y continuaré subiendo arte de mis otros intereses 🙇‍♂️

Traducción Esp de mi letra culera JAJAJA:

Foto de Nyon y Nyen:

- ok 1/2 (lo que tiene escrito en su blusa)

- Nyon se ve demasiado femenino JAJAJA (en mi estilo xd)

- Nyen (¿pq siempre lo dibujan todo musculoso?) (thare del futuro: ahora lo sé (JAJ))

Foto con Luther:

[Caja con Headcanon] ("Headcanon" son ideas que son implementados en un personaje(s) de cómo interactuan/como reaccionaría en ciertas situaciones, etc)

- Siempre no esta preparado para sus visitantes (por alguna razón siempre no tiene suficiente bebidas para servir en cada visita)

[Diálogo]

Luther (L): "espero que a tus amigos les gusten..."

Randal (R): "¡Gracias, hermano mayor! Gau, ¿¡un cenicero para una taza!? Chido"

Foto con Avalona y Chica Araña:

[Diálogo]

Avalona Mercurio (A): "¡Vamos chicos! ¡Apúrense! ¡N'hji ji ji!"

R: "¡¡Voy llegando chicas!!"

A: "¡Que asco, estas babeando de nuevo ji ji!"

[OC]Hirose Daiki(H): "¡Me quedo con ustedes por un poco!"

[Notas Extra]

- UA de Prepa ☆ Universo Alternativo de la Prepa/Secundaria

- se llevan como adolescentes normales <3

Tira Cómica (¡LEER DE IZQUIERDA A DERECHA! ¡¡TAMBIÉN ESTÁ NUMERADO!!)

[Caja de Contexto]

- conociendo la Familia Ivory

[Diálogo + Cajas de Acción]

H: "¡oh! ¡Que tal Sebastian (S)! ¡Que coincidencia! ¿Quieres pasar el rato?"

S: "¿H-Hirose? ¿Que haces aquí...?" [La primera vez que mira a Hirose fuera de la escuela]

H: "¿¿También estoy aquí para el mandado?? Lol, ¿para que más estaría aquí?"

L: "¿Oh? Este es un amigo tuyo, Randal?" [Se inclina--]

R: "eee, ¿yo diría? Es amigo de un amigo" [desinteresado]

H: "¡Hola! ¡Soy Hirose Daiki, amigo de Randal y Sebastian! Usted es el hermano mayor de Randal; Luther, ¿es cierto?" [Ofreciéndole la mano para saludarlo]

S: "te he dicho, no necesitas saludarlos..."

H: "¡¡Tonterías!! ¡Es un placer conocerte! Hola Randal ^^"

R: "ugh... hola..."

L: "(Oh, ¡es más amable que el otro (Satoru xd)!) ¡Por supuesto! Soy el hermano mayor- ¡Es un placer conocerte!" [Rubor Halagado(?)]

H: "¡El placer es todo mío!"

R: "¡Oye Seb, vayamos a la sección de dulces!"

[Caja de Contexto (2)]

- después hicieron planes para introducir sus padres (de Hirose)

Con esto, me despido y les deseo que tengan una buenas/os días, tardes, o noches 🫂💕

And with this, I say goodbye and wish all of you a good day, afternoon, or night 🫂💕

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kyuala · 6 months ago

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ky to pensando num cenário aqui e acho q só vc é capaz de entender a visão, se liga:

pipe matias E simon (sim. os três.) num bar contigo, por algum motivo esse bar tem aqueles touros mecânicos e eles te desafiam a ir achando q tu n vai durar um segundo (pq ne vcs já tão mei bebin tb) mas qnd vc sobe eles ficam alucinados não só com a sua capacidade (e habilidade pq porra touro mecânico é mt difícil vey) mas tb c o movimento da sua cintura acompanhando o movimento do brinquedo e eles só tão no canto olhando tipo �� e qnd vc sai do brinquedo toda confiante felizona só falando "podem fazer o pix" pq claramente ganhou a aposta eles estão tipo MA'AM CAN YOU RIDE DICK LIKE THAT?????????? pq eles ficam insanos no teu gingado 🤭

o "(sim. os três.)" me pegou muito LUNITTINHA VC EH TAO REAL. pensando aqui como esses três jovens libidinosos na flor da juventude logo pensariam besteirinhas e o simón e o matí poderiam até FALAR isso esses boca de sacola (sou time pipe mais reservado ou pelo menos c mais noção que esses dois) ai gostei achei meio cinema teen anos 2000 nostalgia 💅🏼✨

#vamos falar de um foursome c esses 3 qdo ⁉️🔊👂🏼 pq assim talvez eu tenha pensamentos #lsdln #matias recalt #matías recalt #simon hempe #simón hempe #felipe otaño #pipe otaño #asks #lunitt

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miharuki · 1 year ago

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𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊/ 𝕾𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖖𝖚𝖎

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:hi, I'm miharuki or just uki, and I make fanfic requests, my English isn't the best but I do it in English and Portuguese (Eng/ptbr)

𝐏𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀̃𝐎:oi, eu sou miharuki ou só uki, e eu faço pedidos de fanfic, meu inglês não dos melhores mas eu faço pedidos em inglês e em português (Eng/ptbr)

𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘:

★Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

★Tate no yūsha no nariagari/The rising of the Shield hero

★Tensei shitara slime datta Ken/that time i got reincarnated as a slime

★Jujutsu kaisen

★Dr. Stone

★Tondemo Skill de Isekai Hourou Meshi Online

★Blue Exorcism

★Kimetsu no Yaiba/Demon Slayer

★Tokyo revengers

★Mashle:Magic and Muscle

★Uramichi Oniisan/Life Lessons with the Uramichi Oniisan

★Saiki kusuo no psi-nan/The disastrous Life of Saiki kusuo

★Death note

★Hypnosis Mic

★Kaiju no 8

★Diabolik lovers

★Hunter x Hunter

★Marginal #4

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ────── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ──

𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘:

★The legend of zelda (linked universe)

★Genshin impact

★Undertale

★Omori

★Yandere aimulator

★Sally face

★Yanderes games

★Amor doce/My Candy Love

★ the kid ind the back

★ 14 days with you

★The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ────── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ──

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖘:

★The owl house/a casa coruja

★Miraculos

★Hora de aventura/Adventure Time

★South park

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ────── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ──

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒/𝕺𝖚𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖘 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒:

★Creepypasta

★Happypasta

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savage-rhi · 4 months ago

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Duality

Chapter 6: The Escape I

Summary: Sawyer Kiddo has walked a razor's edge as a hacktivist for several years, driven by the loss of her family in the Raccoon City incident. Haunted by past choices and fueled with desire for vigilante justice, Sawyer's work takes an unexpected turn when she ventures to Spain and crosses paths with Luis Serra—a man with blood on his hands long thought to be dead. Together they unravel a web of corruption and face an impending bioterror threat, fighting not only monsters but also the darker elements of their humanity. As they delve deeper into each other's pasts and the conspiracy at large, Sawyer begins to sense something unsettling about Luis—something that might be even more dangerous than their mutual enemies.

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Sawyer walked in silence; her head held high while trying to note anything significant that stood out in case she managed to escape from her captors. The cold air from the vents above bit her skin, and the concrete floor echoed with each step. Whatever was left of the animal noises she had heard were long gone as the halls grew smaller and never-ending. That gave her some comfort, despite not knowing where she was being hauled off to--the farther away from BOWs, the better.

The trio passed several offices and a large door leading into a storage unit, where Sawyer spotted crates full of lab equipment marked with the Umbrella Corp logo. She flashed back to memories of Carmen and herself seeing the supply trucks rolling into Raccoon City with the same emblem when they were teens.

These must be decades old… she thought, furrowing her brow. How did Soldado get his hands on all this?

"Keep your eyes forward!" barked the stout henchman to her left, tightening his grip on her arms. “Nada de cosas divertidas…” (1)

Sawyer's thoughts snapped back to the present. Of course, she should've known better than to be given any courtesy from the two morons at her side.

"Care to translate? My Spanish is rusty as hell," she quipped, earning a sharp slap from the taller man.

“Cállate y sigue moviéndote!” (2)

She had no doubt he said something unpleasant.

As they continued, Sawyer focused on the men's murmured conversation, catching snippets of Spanish intermingled with broken English. Her mind was heavily focused on what they were up to as she struggled to capture every detail that slipped past their mouths. The taller one, whom she dubbed "Thick Neck" for his prominent Adam's apple, seemed uneasy.

"No me gusta esto. Why move her now?" he muttered, his eyes darting nervously around the corridor. (3)

"Beats the hell out of me," replied the shorter henchman, "Shorty” with a casual huff. "Algo sobre querer acabar con los hacktivistas con un arma bioorgánica. Sin testigos ni cadáveres. Tu sabes como va.” (4)

Thick Neck made a noise. “Si, pero ¿por qué tanta prisa? We could've locked her up until Soldado was ready with the others. Luego está el tipo Serra al que todo el mundo le está dando mucha importancia.” (5) (6)

"Who knows? They don't pay us to ask questions," Shorty sighed with a shrug.

Sawyer's blood went cold as she absorbed their words. She tried to piece together the fragments of information as her mind raced. Although she couldn't understand their Spanish well, the moment she heard hacktivists, she knew Samuel, Kari, and Mobley had to be here in this godforsaken place. That or they were already dead, and she was tip-toeing close to joining them. She kept her face blank and breathing steady, trying to remain collected to not draw attention to herself. Acting meek and dumb was crucial right now. Every word uttered by the two idiots was a potential clue to understanding why she was here and, more importantly, how she could get out.

"Oye, Americana!" (7)

"Yeah?" Sawyer retorted, suppressing a grimace at the situation. "I thought you wanted me to shut up."

"Trust us, we do." Thick Neck bitterly muttered, casting her a sidelong glare.

Sawyer quietly rolled her eyes. She pushed her anger down, reminding herself now wasn't the time to get too snarky.

"It seemed you and Serra hit it off in the basement," The stout man chuckled, a leer creeping into his voice. "Did you two discuss anything we should know?"

To say Sawyer resented the insinuation was an understatement. Nevertheless, she shrugged and answered. "Not really. He rambled about getting snatched off the street. Said his last name was Navarro, not Serra. Guy's got a screw loose if you ask me."

The two men exchanged a glance, skepticism clear in their eyes. Shorty leaned in closer, his breath hot and foul. "Are you sure? Because if you're holding out on us, carino , things could get a lot worse for you." (8)

Sawyer met his gaze and sighed, feigning innocence. "I'm telling you, he was talking nonsense. Something about getting mixed up with another guy or some shit. I barely understood half of it on account that he was speaking Spanish. I told you, mine's rusty."

She could see them weighing her words, deciding if they believed her. Beads of sweat trickled down her neck as Sawyer kept her expression neutral, hoping they'd buy the act.

“Ella no sabe nada sobre él. Dale un descanso.” Thick Neck muttered. (9)

Shorty curtly shot back. “Pero eso no significa que ella no sepa que él está tramando algo. Soldado y Álvarez dijeron que no lo subestimen. ��Y por qué le diría a la mujer que se apellida Navarro?” (10)

While they seemed distracted, Sawyer quietly processed everything they'd discussed. They knew something about Luis--at least, something that had them on edge, enough to try to get something out of her about him, a man she barely knew. Then again, hearing the names being mixed up, perhaps Luis did get mistaken for another guy. In which case, it sounded like Shorty and Thick Neck were in deep shit with Soldado and whoever else was in charge here.

"Just one more question, American, did he--"

Suddenly, both men's walkies crackled to life, interrupting their conversation as all three halted. The abrupt noise made Sawyer jump as she heard the static, followed by panicked voices coming from the end of the lines. She couldn't make out the exact words, but the fear was unmistakable.

"Are you guys gonna answer that? Seems urgent." Sawyer sarcastically pointed out, swallowing afterward. She ignored the glares both men gave and watched as Shorty and Thick Neck exchanged a concerned look as their expressions hardened. She was surprised when Shortly let go of her, focusing on pulling out a Glock from the holster on his pants. With trembling hands, he began to load bullets into the firearm. Thick Neck took his walkie off his utility belt.

“¡¿Qué demonios está pasando?!" Thick Neck barked into the device, but there was no coherent response, just more frantic shouting and a few indistinct words about "something loose" and "containment breach."

Sawyer's pulse dropped. She realized this could be her chance—whatever was going on was big enough to distract her captors. All she had to do was wait for an opportunity to turn the situation to her advantage. She could do it. Just like she did at the Plaza.

The Plaza…

Goosebumps traversed her skin when she remembered what had become of the cop, how he mutated into that…thing. The corpse of the old police officer covered in flies staring at her in shock, and the screams of the civilians who had no idea what was going on. It all played in tangent with Carmen's pleas for mercy as the doctors sedated her, along with Sawyer's vivid imagination of what had become of Raccoon City based on survivor accounts she had personally heard.

She had second thoughts about escaping from Thick Neck and Shorty as fear cushioned itself at the forefront of her mind--almost too frozen to do anything.

"What the hell is going on?!" Shorty snapped at Thick Neck, the latter shaking his head as something fell with a loud clang. All three snapped their attention toward a pipe that fell from the ceiling about ten feet ahead, and with bated breath, Shorty continued. "We should return to the basement and wait for Soldado to say something. Surely he's-"

"Shh. Mantenerla baja." Thick Neck interrupted. By now, he had drawn out his own weapon, keeping it poised and at the ready as he took a few steps ahead of Shorty and Sawyer to investigate. His steps were meticulous and slow, his posture like that of a soldier who had seen his share of combat. (12)

Sawyer felt like a sitting duck standing next to Shorty. She wished there had been a safe way to steal one of the guns from the men.

Thick Neck cautiously approached the fallen pipe, his eyes scanning for any sign of tampering. As he reached down to inspect it, Sawyer strained to catch any clue, any indication that might hint at what was going on. But there was nothing—no sign that the pipe had been deliberately loosened or moved. It was just an ordinary piece of metal lying there, as if it had fallen on its own.

Thick Neck straightened, his face plastered with confusion as he walked back toward Sawyer and Shorty. Before he said anything, a low guttural growl echoed through the hallway, sending a chill down Sawyer's spine. The noise came from behind the trio, somewhere in the low light. She watched as Thick Neck's eyes widened, his grip tightening on the trigger of his gun.

"Let's get out of here…" He muttered to both Sawyer and Shorty, turning to lead the way.

Thick Neck was suddenly yanked off his feet.

He hit the ground with a heavy thud, a cry of surprise and pain escaping his lips.

Thick Neck was dragged backward across the floor, his fingers scrabbling desperately for a grip on the smooth surface, trying to find anything to help him escape. His screams echoed in the halls. From the shadows emerged a dark, hulking figure—the same creature from the Plaza. Its wide eyes gleamed with a twisted excitement as it screeched in victory, long saber fangs framing its hollowed face. Sawyer's jaw dropped as she took in the creature's form: skinny, thick arms, broad shoulders, a protruding rib cage, a skeletal waist, and thin but muscular digitigrade legs ending in sickle claws. This creature was built to run, to ambush—just like a cheetah.

The creature flipped Thick Neck onto his back with terrifying ease, its claws glinting in the dim light as it struck. In an instant, it began to gut him—the sounds of tearing flesh and Thick Neck's choked gasps filling the air. The Saber wasted no time, diving its head into the open cavity of Thick Neck's abdomen, pulling out his intestines. Its long tongue slurped against its lipless mouth as it swallowed the heavy lump that was Thick Neck's liver.

Shorty screamed every profanity in the Spanish tongue, and his face contorted in terror. He raised his gun and fired wildly at the creature, the bullets sparking off metal walls and the floor. The noise was piercingly loud, mixing with the chaos of the attack. The creature cried out and flinched, but showed no signs of backing down from its meal.

A second Saber—just as monstrous as the first—burst from a nearby vent. It moved with velocity as it clamped its powerful jaws around Shorty's head. His screaming was cut short in a sickening crunch, the force of the bite silencing him instantly.

Sawyer didn't wait to see more of the carnage. She turned and fled down the corridor, her heart pounding. As she ran, Sawyer snatched up the fallen pipe, gripping it tightly in her right hand. Behind her, she could hear the roars and the wet, slopping noises as the creatures finished off their prey--and then the unmistakable sound of claws clattering against the floor, giving chase.

Panic surged through Sawyer. Everything except the instinct to run, hide, and fight shut off in her head. She could sense the monster closing in, its breath hot and ragged on her heels. She could almost feel its slender arm reaching out to grab her. Her eyes darted around, searching for an escape route.

Spotting a door slightly ajar, Sawyer made a sharp turn and burst into a large lab. The room was a maze of tables, equipment, and scattered tools—offering a chaotic landscape she could use to her advantage. Without hesitation, she shoved a heavy table over, creating an obstacle behind her, and kept running. As she sprinted, she knocked over chairs and smaller items, desperately trying to slow the creature down.

Glancing back, she saw the Saber barreling through the doorway and clambering over the overturned table. Its eyes locked onto her, a predatory gleam in them. Sawyer pushed on, and cried out; a desperate idea formed in her mind as she spotted another table near a doorway. She darted through, quickly ducking behind the doorframe, gripping the pipe like a baseball bat. Holding her breath, she positioned herself as the Saber charged mindlessly in her direction.

The timing had to be perfect.

As the creature rushed past the door, Sawyer swung the pipe. It connected with a mighty thud against the Saber's head. The beast uttered a loud cry, stumbling and collapsing onto its back. The moment of triumph was short-lived; with surprising speed, the Saber grabbed her left leg. She fell forward, hitting the ground hard. Pain shot through her body as the creature's jaws snapped at her. The foul stench of its breath made her gag, and Sawyer screamed as a set of mandibles suddenly protruded from the Saber's cheeks.

A fire was lit underneath Sawyer. She kicked wildly at the BOW's face, each impact making the creature recoil. She managed to pull her leg free and scrambled to her feet. She swung the pipe again without thinking, driving it into the creature's right shoulder. The beast flung its head back, letting out a horrific scream as it momentarily staggered. Sawyer stepped back and took off running again, navigating through a maze of interconnected rooms, desperately searching for a way out. She stumbled into another area—a locker room with lab tables and scattered hiding places. She quickly realized she had hit a dead end.

Sawyer slammed the door behind her with no other options, plunging the room into near darkness as she quickly shut off most of the lights.

She sprinted toward the nearest cover, dropping into a low crouch, and used her momentum to slide across the slick floor. Sawyer skidded effortlessly and came to a halt underneath a table, laying herself flat and keeping her eyes fixed on the door. Her whole body quaked from exertion, and she tried to steady her breaths, forcing herself to remain as quiet as possible.

For several minutes, there was a deafening silence. A part of her dared hope she could move on. Then she heard it: faint, deliberate footsteps from the other side.

Clank.

Every muscle in Sawyer's body tensed.

Ka-chunk-ka-chunk-creeeeeeak.

It opened the door.

It opened the fucking door.

The creature moved cautiously inside, inhaling deep as if savoring the scent of its prey. Its talons clicked softly against the floor, each step gentle and calculating.

It was close, too close.

Sawyer bit her lip, stifling a gasp as the Saber's shadow passed over her hiding spot. The dim light barely outlined the room, but she could see the BOW's form moving methodically, its head ducking into nooks and crannies. To add insult to injury, Sawyer heard the creature rip out the pipe from its shoulder and threw it across the room--snarls conveying disappointment that the noise didn't draw her out. She prayed it wouldn't find her, knowing she couldn't outrun it again. The only thing Sawyer had going for her was that damn pipe, and even that seemed a flimsy defense against a monstrous predator in the grand scheme of things. Her knuckles turned white as the creature continued its little game of hide and seek.

Her eyes darted to a glass beaker near her hand. With a slight shake in her fingers, Sawyer grasped it. Adjusting her position under the table, Sawyer flung the beaker toward the door. It shattered against the far wall, and the Saber's head snapped toward the sound, using its powerful limbs to propel it forward. As it followed its predatory instincts, Sawyer slipped from under the table and darted towards a row of lockers lining the opposite wall. She squeezed into an empty one, quietly closing the door behind her. The metal interior felt cold, like a coffin.

Peering through the narrow slits of the door, she could see the Saber prowling the room after it fiddled around with the glass. Its posture was tense as it sniffed the air, clearly pissed off that it hadn't found her. The creature's large skinless eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of movement.

"Plaga Type E is uniquely attracted to carbon dioxide. The very breath you exhale draws it in."

Soldado's voice returned to haunt Sawyer---she realized too late that she hadn't controlled her breathing. Panicking, she covered her nose and mouth, holding her breath.

The Saber's head snapped toward the lockers, nostrils flaring. It took two steps forward, then ducked out of sight.

Sawyer's eyes widened, her pulse skyrocketing. She could only see a narrow slice of the room through the locker, making it impossible to track the Saber's movements once it crouched.

Suddenly, the Saber's head rose into view---right in front of her locker.

It knew she was there.

Everything seemed to freeze as Sawyer and the Saber locked eyes in a silent, horrifying stare down. The creature's orbs gleamed with sick anticipation, its breath fogging the metal. She felt her breath quickening, a mix of terror and disbelief washing over her. The locker felt unbearably small, the walls closing in on her.

The door swung open, and Sawyer let out a blood-curdling scream.

Bang.

The monster fell to the ground, and Sawyer watched as the life drained from its eyes. The creature's final moments were a grotesque dance, its muscles contracting and releasing in erratic spasms as blood pooled from its wounds. A final puff of air escaped its body before it stilled.

She was too much in shock to register what had happened, except that--by some miracle--she was alive.

Sawyer's body shook uncontrollably, her legs weak beneath her. She felt light-headed and disoriented. The lights suddenly flicked on, and she blinked several times, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness as her left arm came up to shield her face. Her gaze shifted ahead as a familiar voice called out.

"Onyx!"

In a million years, Sawyer never thought she'd be so happy to see Kari.

Surprise washed over her as she limped over the carcass, eyes welling with tears. Kari rushed to meet her, latching her gun onto her belt before she rested her hands on Sawyer's shoulders to steady her.

"Are you okay?" Kari's voice was firm but caring. Her eyes scanned Sawyer for any signs of injury. "You're not infected, right?"

Sawyer shook her head, her voice shaky. "No, no, I'm fine. Just…scared. I think…my soul was about to leave my ass. I almost…god, it almost got me."

Kari scoffed, nodding as she squeezed Sawyer's shoulders before letting go. "I see your humor's still intact. You don't know how relieved I am to have found you."

Sawyer took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "Where… where did you come from? What the fuck is going on?"

"Slow down, one thing at a time." Kari glanced around the room before gesturing for Sawyer to follow. She led them into a smaller lab, then down another set of hallways to a cramped storage unit. Kari quickly drew another handgun from her belt, loaded it with bullets, and shoved it into Sawyer's quivering hands.

"To answer your questions," Kari began, rummaging through a pouch tied around her waist. "We're in an old Umbrella lab. They call it Unit D. I found out while I was being kept hostage on the top floor. This place is three stories—the top level is above ground, the other two are below. We're on the second level right now."

"Are we outside Madrid?" Sawyer coughed, feeling the exhaustion from running catching up with her.

"Yeah, somewhere up north in the woods. Not sure how far," Kari replied, taking a deep breath as she fished out more bullets. Without hesitation, she shoved them into Sawyer's pants pocket, noting her dazed expression. "Looks like Soldado took over after Umbrella fell. He's been using it for black market operations, maybe even continuing their research. It's perfect—isolated, off-grid, and loaded with equipment nobody's watching."

Sawyer sighed, shaking her head. "How did you even find me? This place is a damn maze."

"Got lucky," Kari said matter-of-factly. "Heard screams, found the remains of your friends , killed a BOW chewing on one, then tracked the other ugly. Didn't realize it was you getting chased until I took it down in the locker room."

"No shit…" Sawyer's expression hardened as she listened, grabbing the rest of the bullets from Kari. She still had a million questions. "What happened at the Plaza? How did you guys get caught?"

"I was hoping you could tell me that." Kari's brows knitted in a fierce glare. "What happened between you and Soldado?"

"The young guy—" Sawyer exhaled sharply, still catching her breath. "He sold us out, tipped off Soldado, and killed the other cop. I heard you guys getting picked off over the network before Soldado tried to shove a damn bug up my nose. I barely escaped, ended up in an alley, then got tranquilized."

"I'll be damned," Kari said, her face darkening as she exhaled slowly--piecing together the plot. "So, the rookie gave away our locations, and Soldado's men moved in fast. They rounded us up before we even knew what hit us."

"Yeah, that's what it sounds like. So, what happened to you up there?" Sawyer gestured towards the ceiling, indicating her reference to level one, which Kari had mentioned.

"I was knocked out cold at the Plaza," Kari said, her voice shaky. "When I came to, I was in an office. They tried to interrogate me, but then alarms blared, and BOWs poured in left and right. They tore through everyone—scientists, Soldado's goons—didn't stand a chance."

Sawyer grimaced. "So, all of Soldado's people are dead?"

"That's what I gather," Kari said, shivering as she recalled the gruesome details. "It's been a madhouse. I grabbed a gun in the chaos and started looking for you, Spector, and Atom."

"Have you seen the others?" Sawyer's voice was tight with worry.

Kari hesitated before nodding. "I saw Mobley briefly on my way down. He looked terrified and then just ran like he was leaving us for dead. A bloody coward."

Sawyer clenched her fists. As much as she wanted to lash out, Mobley wasn't her primary concern. Her eyes pleaded with Kari's. "And Samuel, have you seen him?"

Kari shook her head. "No sign of him. We need to get out of here, Onyx. There's an exit on the first floor—I saw it myself. We can't stay here much longer. Before I found you, there was an announcement—this place is going to self-destruct."

"What? Self-destruct? When?!"

"I don't know," Kari said earnestly. "But we can't take any chances. Have you seen Soldado or any survivors?"

Sawyer hesitated, thinking of Luis, when a pack of canine-like beasts, Dires--emerged from behind several crates. She could barely make out all their details, but the creatures reminded Sawyer of movie werewolves, but on meth. Their eyes held a feral intelligence as they spread out, coordinating in a lethal formation around the two women.

Kari and Sawyer exchanged a brief, tense look before moving in opposite directions to avoid the Dires that charged for them in the middle. Kari aimed her gun toward a large crate precariously perched on a nearby stack. Her shots were precise, shattering the crate and sending it crashing down to crush several Dires beneath it. The debris created a temporary barrier, separating Sawyer from Kari and the rest of the pack.

"Go, I'll catch up! Get to the first level! Head for Toledo, no matter what!" Kari shouted over the commotion. "I'll hold them off!"

"I can't just leave you!"

"Onyx, go now!"

Sawyer hesitated, torn between helping Kari and following her directive. When Kari shot a Dire charging toward her, Sawyer finally turned and ran. Her legs felt on fire as she retraced her steps through the labyrinthine paths the Saber had led her through.

Several minutes later, Sawyer soon found herself running past the grisly remains of Shorty and Thick Neck, their bodies ravaged by the earlier attack. She stopped to catch her breath, turning her head to look at what was left. As much as she could care less about them, she didn't have the heart to wish such a brutal death on anyone. The thought of being disemboweled alive made her stomach twist, and it took all her willpower not to throw up.

Rebus, that better not be happening to you back there...

Whatever pittance of energy she had left disappeared as the sound of running footsteps and heavy breathing reached her ears.

Sawyer's pulse throbbed as she drew the gun Kari had given her, almost forgetting to take the safety off. The gun shook in her hands as she tried to steady her fingers, her chest heaving as she glared toward the noise.

"Whoa, easy with the pistola, I come in peace!" (13)

"Luis?"

"In the flesh!" Two Legs grinned, raising his hands in surrender before slowly lowering them, mirroring Sawyer's actions with the gun.

A wave of relief washed over her, and she let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding back, eyes at her feet. "Oh, thank god…"

"Eh, I'm not that great, but I'll take it," Two Legs quipped with a half-hearted smile. He stepped toward her, his right hand hesitating mid-air, as if wanting to touch her but unsure why. His expression flickered between confusion and something softer--almost vulnerable--before he briefly dropped his hand and looked away. Then, meeting her eyes, he added, "You have no idea how happy I am to see you in one piece!"

"I almost wasn't just a bit ago," Sawyer glanced around, ensuring they were safe. She noticed the concern in his eyes but focused on the blood dripping from his hands. "What happened there? Did you get hurt?"

"What?" Two Legs looked surprised, then glanced at his palms and chuckled. "No, it's not mine. You should see what happened to the guy though, your fella--the bioterrorist. I found his body."

"Holy shit, he's dead," Sawyer gasped, primarily to herself. "Did you see what got him?"

"Well," Two Legs glanced at the corpse of the Saber, not far from the remains of the two humans. Something unreadable crossed his eyes before they stiffened with contempt. "It wasn't one of these...creeps skulking around. Some bald guy, pretty sure he shot him."

"Mobley…"

"Friend of yours?"

"Only by association," Sawyer muttered bitterly. The picture wasn't clear, but it was becoming evident to Sawyer that something nefarious was happening with Mobley. She wouldn't be surprised if he was in on this charade the entire time and bit off more than he could chew.

"I hate to interrupt your thoughts," Two Legs cleared his throat, concern evident in his voice. "Did you find your other friends?"

Sawyer nodded, gesturing towards the hallway she had come from. "One of them is back there. She said there's an exit on the first floor."

"Shouldn't we help her?" Two Legs asked, a hint of worry in his tone.

"No, she's got it covered." Sawyer's response felt wrong, but she pushed the thought aside. "She said there's an exit on the first level."

"I wouldn't go that way," Two Legs cautioned, shaking his head. He noticed Sawyer's questioning look and exhaled, steadying himself. "There's security footage where I found Soldado's body. That's how I knew you were here—I saw you on the cameras and the creatures sneaking up on you. On the way over, I found the staircase and elevators leading to the first level. There were too many monsters; I could hear them through the vents. I doubt you have enough bullets to handle a swarm, let alone however many are up top."

Sawyer blinked, the weight of his words sinking in. He had been watching her, tracking her movements--and, from the sound of it--had even planned to help her. She didn't know what to feel about Luis overall, but gratitude came to mind.

"Shit and this place is going to self-destruct on top of it…" Sawyer muttered, trying to process everything.

"I know," Two Legs replied. "I saw that too in the office. I think your pal Mobley activated a protocol to flood the lab with BOWs before destroying the place. There was a timer."

"How much longer do we have since you last saw it?"

Two Legs bit the inside of his cheek, glancing around anxiously. "Probably thirty minutes left, give or take. It took me a while to get here."

"Fuck!" Sawyer exclaimed. She shook her head in defeat. "This place is gonna blow to kingdom come, and we have no fucking way out?!"

"Actually, we do!" Two Legs forced a smile, though his heart wasn't in it. "There's a waste hatch. Right here, on level two! I'm pretty sure it leads out to a water source!"

"How do you know?" Sawyer stared at him, her eyes a mix of skepticism and hope.

"I could smell it when I found the tunnel," he replied, wrinkling his nose at the memory. "It's gross, but it's our best shot."

Sawyer bit her lip. Doubt crept in, just as it had when the Sabers attacked and when she left Kari to fend for herself, making her second-guess every decision that led her here. She glanced behind her, almost hoping Samuel would pop up behind her and Luis.

"You okay?"

Sawyer let out a breath as she faced him. "I can't just leave him."

"Leave who?"

"Samuel—I can't leave him here in this place."

"But we need to--"

"Luis, I need to find him. You gotta help me find Sam. I need you to help me find him."

Two Legs' expression was torn. The instinct to flee and ensure his preys survival clashed with the realization that this Samuel meant a lot to her—more than her other companions. He couldn't help but wonder why. The urge to grab her by the hand and force compliance crossed his mind, more than once.

"Look at me," Two Legs sighed and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, meeting her eyes. "Let's get to the hatch first and make sure you're safe, hmm? If we have time, we'll go back for your friend. I promise. But we have to go, now."

"Okay," Sawyer muttered, her reluctance clear. Nevertheless, she knew she had no choice but to work with Luis once again.

“Confía en mí, remember?” Two Legs nodded, giving her a soft smile before gesturing with his head. "C'mon, we can't keep standing here!" (14)

Together, they started to run, ignoring the blaring alarm systems around them. As Sawyer followed Two Legs--with him leading the way toward the hatch--she couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.

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1. Nada de cosas divertidas…= No funny business / no fun stuff 2. Cállate y sigue moviéndote! = Shut up and keep moving! 3. No me gusta esto = I don't like this 4. Algo sobre querer acabar con los hacktivistas con un arma bioorgánica. Sin testigos ni cadáveres. Tu sabes como va. = Something about wanting to take down hacktivists with a bio-organic weapon. No witnesses or bodies. You know how it goes. 5. Si, pero ¿por qué tanta prisa? = Yes, but why such a rush? 6. Luego está el tipo Serra al que todo el mundo le está dando mucha importancia. = Then there's the Serra guy that everyone is giving a lot of importance to. 7. Oye, Americana! = Hey, American (female) 8. Cariño = Sweetheart 9. Ella no sabe nada sobre él. Dale un descanso. = She doesn't know anything about him. Give it a rest. 10. Pero eso no significa que ella no sepa que él está tramando algo. Soldado y Álvarez dijeron que no lo subestimen. ¿Y por qué le diría a la mujer que se apellida Navarro? = But that doesn't mean she doesn't know he's up to something. Soldado and Álvarez said not to underestimate him. And why would he tell the woman that his last name is Navarro? 11. ¡¿Qué demonios está pasando?! = What the hell is going on? 12. Mantenerla Baja = Keep it down / keep it low 13. Pistola = gun 14. Confía en mí = Trust me

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lostrealities0 · 9 months ago

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Finding Home part 4

Part 1 - Prev - Next

(I apologize for any mistakes in the Spanish. I do not speak Spanish. Feel free to correct me!)

After he hung up, Hueso could hear the crackling sound of a portal opening. Leo stepped into his office. "Look, Boneman. You know I'm always here to help, but you've got to pay child support."

Hueso ignored him. There more pressing matters than banter. Besides he doubted Leo knew what child support was. "From what I've heard, he has recently been mutated. He doesn't have a place to stay so I need you and your brothers to take him in, at least for tonight."

The amused look on Leo's face disappeared completely. Almost as quickly as his expression has fallen, it was lifted up. "Understood. Lead the way, Tío!"

The two found the teen playing with his empty glass. "Niño, let me introduce to you Leonardo."

The turtle smiled brightly. "Hello! I am Hueso's second favorite person and your personal escort for tonight." He stuck out his hand. Hueso rolled his eyes.

The teen looked a little lost, hesitantly shaking the hand. That was a common occurrence around the blue turtle. "Hi?"

"Woah, what kind of mutant are you?" Hueso whacked him on the back of his head.

"Pepino, no solo le preguntas a la gente qué tipo de mutante es!"

The boy tilted his head. "Am I a what?"

Leo snickered. "Sorry, sorry. Ignore what I said."

Hueso sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "Back to the matter at hand, you can stay with Pepino for the night." He handed them a piece of paper. "Here's my number in case you need it."

"Is this a business card? You're just trying to get my money." The boy grinned.

Leo snorted. "Damn, Tío. I knew you were once a pirate but this is just wrong."

Shaking his head, Hueso muttered, "Dios mío..." Yeah, they were going to get along just fine. "You boys should get going. I have a son waiting for me."

Leo saluted. "See ya 'round, Hueso!" He swiped his ōdachi through the air, cutting a rip in matter and space. Turning towards the other teen, he offered his hand. "Don't worry, it's safe. I have a 95% success rate. Don't ask my brother to confirm that."

They looked back towards Hueso. The skeleton nodded, holding back a comment on his experience with the turtle's portals.

He took Leo's hand and followed him into the portal.

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We finally get to meet the fam!

Ngl, not having a name for the OC rn is annoying. I hope it isn't for you. But! That's gonna change soon, definitely within the next few parts. Idk I don't have an outline.

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yarart4ever · 11 months ago

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Kfp fanart I did in my art class lolsies

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booklovershouse · 2 months ago

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Oi oi, booklovers!

Um post "Noite Estrelada vibes" pq eu amo esse quadro e não tive nenhuma ideia melhor 🫠

Mas, para ser sincera, a primeira coisa que essa booktag me lembrou foi a abertura clássica de ICarly, quando o Freddie começa com "em 5, 4, 3, 2 e..." pam pam pampamparam I know, you see 💃🏻 kahskahajhsk minha infância todinha! 🥹❤️✨

Ok, vou deixar de enrolar e ir pra booktag kkkkkkk

🌙| 5 livros que amo

• A Menina que Roubava Livros (+14)

Vcs já devem estar achando que o Markus Zusak me paga pra fazer propaganda, mas A Menina que Roubava Livros é realmente um livro único, até agora não vi nenhum igual. Traz a Segunda Guerra Mundial com uma perspectiva diferente da maioria dos livros, que tem foco nos judeus - e com razão - enquanto esse daqui se passa num bairro pobre da Alemanha. Fora isso, qual leitor não gosta de um livro sobre livros?

• Minha Vida Fora de Série 1 (+12)

Eu sou muuuuuito apegada a MVFS1. Foi o primeiro romance teen q li e tbm é o lar do meu maior crush literário (eu CASARIA com ele sem pensar duas vezes). Além disso, é nacional e tem uma prota apaixonada por séries. Vcs podem encontrar a resenha aqui :)

• O Cão dos Baskerville (+10)

Ora, ora, se não é o caro Sherlock Holmes? Kkkkkkk

O Cão dos Baskerville é minha história preferida, talvez pelo cenário diferente e uma participação maior do Watson na investigação, porém amo a saga inteira.

• Pollyanna Moça (+12)

Meu romance de época preferido e um dos meus livrinhos de conforto. Essa é a sequência de Pollyanna, que mostra a juventude da nossa querida garotinha loira otimista. O começo é meio chatinho, mas as migalhas de romance são uma graça.

• Sem Coração (+14)

O País das Maravilhas é um universo bem conhecido, mas já imaginou como foi que a Rainha de Copas chegou ao poder? Como ela era antes? Por que ficou desse jeito? Aqui, você tem as respostas - e, pra quem assistiu Descendentes 4, eles tiveram uma ideia bem parecida pra personagem.

Mas já aviso: quem termina sem coração é você, pq ele se parte em 1000 pedaços depois da leitura 🫠

💙| 4 livros que quero ler

• Assassinatos e Cookies de Chocolate (+??)

Eu estou super animada pra ler, pq assisti todos os filmes da Hannah Swensen e só depois de séculos descobri que existem os ✨livros✨

Porém, a edição era super antiga (o nome é O Mistério do Chocolate) e só se vendiam usados na Amazon, então desanimei. Até que, num belo dia no Insta, eu vi uma resenha desse livro e fiquei tipo "não creio q fizeram uma edição nova aaaaaa 🥹"

Em resumo, Hannah é uma confeiteira que, de vez em quando, dá uma de detetive. Parece ter uma pegada bem "cozy mistery", exatamente do jeitinho que eu gosto. Deveriam aproveitar e traduzir os livros da Aurora Teagarden também!!!

• Caída por Você (+14)

Comédia romântica dos anos 2000 é um dos meus gêneros preferidos, então eu espero amar esse livro, pq disseram q parece com "De Repente 30" - fora q tbm li a amostra e gostei bastante. E, é claro, tem enemies to lovers 🥹❤️✨

O plano de Charlotte Wu é organizar a festa de formatura perfeita e as coisas estavam correndo como o planejado, até que ela cai de uma escada e aterrissa em J. T. Renner, seu arqui-inimigo. Entretanto, quando acorda, Charlotte se vê numa cama desconhecida com seu noivo que, pasmem, é Renner. Agora os dois estão presos nos 30 anos e precisam fazer de tudo para descobrir como voltar ao normal.

• Cidades Pequenas não Guardam Segredos (+12?)

Tbm é um livro que eu já "conheço", então estou muuuuuito ansiosa pra ler! Essa é a nova versão de Cecília Vargas (que eu só consegui ler o primeiro volume, para minha infelicidade), ent conheço boa parte dos personagens e um pedaço do enredo :)

Enquanto os amigos de Cecília estudavam para o vestibular, ela fez um curso de investigação profissional para, enfim, realizar seu sonho de se tornar detetive particular. Mesmo com medo de não ser levada a sério por sua pouca idade, Cecília põe um anúncio e é chamada para seu primeiro caso: um incêndio suspeito em Itaipaema, onde crimes nunca acontecem...será mesmo?

• Se não Fosse por Você (+14)

Mais um nacional, pra equilibrar. Esse livro tá na minha lista há séculos, mas tá sempre caro kkkkkkk Não julgo já que é nacional e nem tem editora, mas cara, quase 50 reais em um livro de 300 e poucas páginas que consigo terminar em uns 2/3 dias 🤡 Eu sou leitora, mas tbm sou ✨pobre✨

Melissa está dando duro pra realizar seu sonho de ser delegada. Como qualquer concurseiro, ela está sempre estudando e vendo dicas, principalmente em seu blog preferido, Sr. Concursado. Então ela conhece Leonardo e a relação deles passa de briga por uma limonada roubada a namorados por uma noite.

(amo fake dating e o ENEM tá me tirando do sério. Esse seria o momento perfeito pra ler esse livro.)

🌙| 3 livros que sempre recomendo

Meu momento de brilhar chegou kkkkkkk

O primeiro é A Menina que Roubava Livros, que já panfletei nesse post. Os outros dois podem ser qualquer um da Marissa Meyer, principalmente Cinder e Renegados (meus preferidos dessas sagas são Scarlet e Supernova, mas não posso recomendar eles se a pessoa não leu o primeiro).

💙| 2 leituras recentes

O último livro q li foi Nos Vemos em Vênus. Não botei muita fé, mas gostei bastante, embora a protagonista tenha me estressado muito em alguns momentos. No geral, ele é uma mistura de Amor & Gelato com Como eu era Antes de Você.

Antes dele, terminei O Assassinato no Trem, o primeiro da série "As Irmãs Mitford Investigam".

E pasmem: as irmãs Mitford não investigaram nada.

O livro tem foco na nova babá dos Mitford e em um policial decidido a solucionar o assassinato que ocorreu no trem. Em resumo, senti que foi muito enrolado e teve pouca ação. Seria melhor se tivesse menos páginas.

🌙| 1 Leitura atual

No momento estou lendo A Bicicleta das Dálias Vermelhas (comecei ontem). Uma amiga virtual da época do meu Ig (2020-2022) me recomendou esse livro (e tbm Peripécias de uma Estudante de Moda). Demorei um tempão pra ler, mas ela acertou em cheio! Até agora estou achando bem a minha cara.

Finalmente acabei de escrever esse post kahskahajhsk ficou quilométrico, mas gostei 🤡🫶🏻

Bjs e boas leiturassss <333

#livros #leitura #livrosderomance #books & libraries #leitores #books #books and reading #livros nacionais

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hemanuely · 1 year ago

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11queensupreme11 · 11 months ago

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So, I'm going to vent here, and because I'm from LATAM/Colombia (¿¡Donde esta mi gente latino!?) I'm going to write in Spanish, so, if you aren't mad queen, just google translate it or tell me to translate it for you later, cause I'm like, kinda drunk (???) Don't really know what I´m doing right now

Sinceramente, odio como la gente viene a tu espacio para quejarse de cosas como "¿tu personaje apoya el feminismo? 🥺"

NO ES TU DEBER, o mejor dicho, nunca supe que cuando alguien escribe era para complacer a todos los lectores y no por aquellos con nuestros mismos gustos

Si es un personaje femenino entonces ¿Cómo apoya el feminismo?

Si es un personaje que puede verse como una metáfora de la comunidad trans ¿Cómo puedes escribir un personaje que puede ser una metáfora que promueve la idea de que los trans son los malos? (¡esto es un caso de un fic real! Con un fic de Teen Wolf donde una omega odiaba la idea de ser omega y quería ser alfa y despreciaba a los omegas por sus prejuicios)

Cuando estas escribiendo no nos sentamos y pensamos: "Oh, ¿Cómo puedo usar mi escritura para promover todos los pensamientos que apoyo pero tal vez no deseo escribir o no conozco lo suficiente para escribir :D?"

Simplemente nos sentamos y escribimos como mejor nos parezca, sea bueno o malo, primero debemos de escribir cosas que deseamos leer y luego corregimos para que la historia tenga un mínimo sentido.

Por supuesto, podemos escribir con la idea de promover cierto tipo de personajes para demostrar que estos suelen salir de los prejuicios que les suelen imponer (la hermosísima Ellen Woods, Theo Putnam, mommy Sophia Burset o POSE de HBO)

¡Pero! eso no significa que los personajes de esas comunidades tienen que pertenecer a "soy tan bueno, fuerte e independiente que no necesito de tu aprobación 🥺"

Son personas y como todas las personas pueden ser buenas o malas, fuertes o débiles, inteligentes o tontas o necesitar apoyo sin que eso hable de un prejuicio en la mente del autor sobre esa comunidad.

Si un hombre cis puede ser el malo sin cualidades redentoras entonces un hombre trans lo puede ser

Si una mujer blanca puede ser una mujer que solo quiere vivir cómodamente mientras su marido la mantiene entonces una mujer o un hombre de cualquier etnia/sexualidad/raza/religión lo puede ser también

O, pueden ir al contrario de estas ideas ¡y todos son personajes validos! Santificarlos solo elimina el hecho de que son humanos

Tu Percy no es mas débil, mas tonta o menos valiente que PJO Percy, solo es una versión de Percy en una situación donde actuó como pensó que era mejor

¿Y si eso fue actuar "UwU don´t hurt me please"?

¡Es valido y no necesariamente porque es mujer!

Todos los personajes son personas y cualquier reacción que tomen es única y no debería ser vista como una representación del grupo que pertenezcan. Pertenecer o no a uno de estos no significa que deba ser un ejemplo para la sociedad y su evolución como comunidad.

Solo son personas viviendo sus vidas y no son menos en cualquier forma por no encajar en lo que en la cabeza de las personas debe ser cierto tipo de personajes o luego solo terminamos con personajes como la protagonista de Means Girls 2

¿Si una chica decide usar su ternura para salvar su vida mientras trata de regresar a su casa? ¡Excelente! En su posición estaría llorando durante varias horas todos los días hasta que Poseidón me mate por ser una molestia.

¿Sabes como se que Percy es un buen personaje?

Porque sus CARACTERISTICAS IMPORTANTES SIGUEN AHI

Sigue siendo amable, sigue siendo valiente pero no una tonta que se arriesga cuando no hay nadie en peligro, sigue peleando con los dioses que la enfadan (Loki y Ares) y sigue siendo Percy solo que en una situación donde pelear no es una opción o que tenga la oportunidad de formar un plan

¿Qué importa si no intenta matar a los dioses o pelea con ellos de forma tonta?

Mi chica no es débil o cobarde.

Es inteligente porque carajo, incluso los peleadores del lado humano no tendrían oportunidad contra varios dioses al mismo tiempo y ellos están en su máximo poder y PERCY ES UNA LITERAL ADOLESCENTE QUE ESTA SOLA EN UN MUNDO DONDE NO CONOCE NADA y en lo personal nada tiene sentido con su lógica casi hentai

(Let´s take a moment to appreciate the tits and those sluttiest outfits, they're feeding us very well)

¿QUIEN ESPERA QUE UNA ADOLESCENTE NO SE EQUIVOQUE? ¿O QUE SEA FUERTE CUANDO TIENE MIEDO? Soy legalmente adulta y todavía le pregunto a mi mama que decirle al medico TT-TT

Juro que Will Graham no sufre este tipo de comentarios cuando dejo de luchar contra la corrupción de Hannibal (he leído muchos fics donde pierde toda su identidad y terminan romantizando todo el asunto)

Queen, don´t worry about your work, you´re amazing. Just keep writing things you like and hopefully acing your finals and being happy

you write better than i do when i'm drunk 🥲

anyway, here's the translation for anyone curious:

dude i genuinely believe that ppl think they'll set the [insert marginalized group here] movement back if they don't write their characters in a certain way 💀

if their character is from any marginalized group (a woman/girl, poc, lgbtq, poor, etc), they gotta make a squeaky clean image of them as if they gotta prove to their readers "yes my character MAY be a woman/gay/poc/etc but they're different than the other ones! see, they're better!!!!"

like for the female characters thing i mentioned before. it's as if they're thinking "women are seen as meek and inferior so i MUST make my female character as masculine as possible so i don't set feminism back!!!! no makeup, no skirts/dresses, no pink, no kindness because they're a naturally beautiful STRONG WOMAN who BEATS PEOPLE UP!" and they end up demonizing feminine characters and other male characters to make their mc seem oh so strong 💀

for lgbtq+, homophobes often demonize them as "dirty and too sexual, not safe for kids!" so people who write lgbtq+ books tend to make their queer stories super bland and lame with the most boring plots ever to prove to people "hey look at my book! it's about a gay couple BUT they're actually very pure! they only hold hands! maybe a smooch or two! none of that icky stuff!! see, we're pure!!!"

thankfully i don't see that as much with mlm stuff anymore, but there's a lot of discourse over how wlw fans tend to harass fanfic authors for writing "impure" wlw fics 💀 even the fans who demand toxic yuri bully and dox writers and artists for making toxic yuri content that's "too toxic" (apparently their idea of "toxic" is an argument with a few raised voices and... not actually real toxic stuff 💀)

some of these people are only making their sanitizing their words to avoid getting harassed, which is understandable because people are INSANELY RUDE to fanfic authors nowadays (and fan artists too!!!).

but other ppl do this cuz they've got some internalized issues that bleed out into their works which is also unfortunate

i honestly missed the days where everyone just made whatever fan content they wanted and nobody ever fucking bullied them off the internet or DOXXED THEM. ppl can't even fucking ship in peace omg 😔

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colletti · 11 months ago

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Standardized Tests for Teens por maplebell

Tradução por Colletts

“ Descrição do Mod ”

Este mod abre muitas novas interações para que seus adolescentes se aprofundem mais em seus estudos. Prepare seus Sims para o sucesso enquanto eles se preparam para fazer vários testes e medir sua proficiência. Após você se inscrever no exame pode reunir-se com o conselheiro de orientação, comprar livros que ajudam com o exame ou usar ferramentas onlines gratuitas, ou até mesmo contratar um tutor. Para o funcionamento do exame, irá ter uma estrutura de pontuação onde dependendo da nota do seu Sim, irá também dar outros tipos de buffs!

Para mais informações detalhadas e para baixar o MOD do criador, acesse AQUI!

É obrigatório ter o XML Injector para que ele funcione corretamente.

Caso encontre qualquer erro na tradução, insisto que me comunique.

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CorreaCelestePriscila XD me di cuenta que hesperia es el tipo de personaje con sobrecarga de trabajo que a diferencia de querer tomar un descanso el se niega a hacerlo….los niños totalmente lo taclean o tienen que perseguirlo para dormir, verdad??

(Google translation: XD I realized that Hesperia is the type of character with work overload that unlike wanting to take a break he refuses to do it .... Children totally cup or have to chase him to sleep, right ???)

greentrickster: XD Yeah, he's definitely one of those people you have to chase down to make have a cup of tea and a nap - Hawkmoth takes no responsibility for his actions, but Hesperia takes too much responsibility for everyone's actions. Fortunately he's got the kids, who understand his importance and also care about him, as you said, but also it's really not they're job, because they're 14/15 and he's in his forties, he's right about that. He's a man naturally drawn to push the envelope in how much he expects from himself, but this particular scenario has him leaning to extremes even he wouldn't normally take.

And it's easy to say that the five of them are young adults, they're smart, strong, and capable, they're making their own decisions, this is their world and they have as much right to fight for it as anyone... and that's all true, very much so! The thing is, speaking as someone who - like Hesperia in this AU - is over the age of thirty and possessing of strong nurturing instincts, the urge to take responsibility and pressure away from young teenagers doesn't come from a place of disrespect or dismissiveness, but from wanting to keep them safe. Of knowing that they're entering a stage of life where they're going to really start testing their wings and their own limits while also still generally having that sense of immortality you have when you're younger and wanting to make a space where they can fly to their absolute limits while also leaving them a safe place to land or fall, and to pull them back before they get hurt in ways that can never be undone.

It makes for an interesting dynamic, because Gabriel is behaving as a genuinely good man in how he's trying to treat the kids, but he's hurting himself and in doing so risking the world never breaking free of the Supreme's grasp in the process. It'll take a lot of careful balancing to figure out a group dynamic where Hesperia's accepting support from the rest of the team without crossing a line and giving them a responsibility that they shouldn't have to carry. (Which is frankly a flavour of angst that would be 90% more interesting to me than any 'Gabriel's just a terrible dad in every universe' idea. There are only so many ways a character can be a terrible parent, but there's a far broader spectrum of ways to write a genuinely caring and decent character having to contend with a situation where they have to navigate an extremely complicated moral path where the lines between right and wrong are so heavily skewed due to the situation.)

If they were all adults, or if Gabriel was also a young teen, it would be a much simpler matter, he'd just need the occasional reminder that it's okay to let others share the burden and support him the way he supports them. But he's the eldest of the group by almost thirty years and the rest of the group is comprised entirely of minors, and that opens the story up for some truly delicious complications and intergroup conflict and bonding.

OoOoOoOoO

CorreaCelestePriscila: Vi en tumblr una publicación en la cuál hesperia tiene que recordarles a shadybug y claw noir que ahora son buenos…y al final una imagen de un hombre con correas para niños alrededor de dos niños……me hizo reír a carcajadas cuando me imaginé a hesperia con correas para niños alrededor de alya,Nino,claw, shady y Chloe

(Google translation: I saw a post on tumblr in which hesperia has to remind shadybug and claw noir that they are good now...and at the end a picture of a man with child restraints around two children......it made me laugh laughing when I imagined hesperia with child leashes around alya, nino, claw, shady and chloe)

greentrickster: XD XD XD Hardcore yes, they're doing a great job with their whole moral alignment shift, but there's still the odd time when their old supervillain ways are just so easy to accidentally slip into and the rest of the group has to run herd on them (and also stop them from being bad influences on Chloe. And also prevent Chloe from being a bad influence on them. Chloe, Shady, and Claw are the Trouble Trio in this universe, they're all here to smack down and verbally roast their enemies and I love that for them.

And this aspect makes them so hard to deal with at times, all three of them, but it's also surprisingly useful in regards to helping Hesperia and making sure he's okay. Because all three of these kids have their 'you're not the boss of me!' dials turned up to twelve, and they're only willing to listen if they think an adult or someone else has something worth saying. As mentioned in another post, Claw 100% appoints himself as team medic (which is great, because they need one and no one else wants to do it). Shady cheerfully (and much more sneakily) integrates herself into Gabriel's civilian life with a "Hi, I'm dating your son, I adore fashion, this is my portfolio, smile once while looking through it and I get to be your new intern" technique and proceeds to team up with Nathalie in regards to getting the namesake of the Gabriel line to not run himself ragged. She 100% does not care if anyone thinks she's dating Adrien solely as a career advancement technique, and anyone who tries to make it a problem for her can kiss her yoyo before it hits them in the face.

(Side note, Adrien didn't think he could fall for this girl any harder than he already has but hoo boy, was he ever wrong-)

As for Chloe, she gets the benefit of my love for the 'Chloe figures out Ladybug and Chat Noir's identities without being told' trope, and becomes the group schedule coordinator without anyone realizing what she's doing, primarily because she hasn't told anyone she that she knows. Having to hide Pollen for a month and some change made her realize that it can be kind of fun to know or have something no one else knows you do, even if it was extremely scary, but she's not on her own anymore and she figures that a couple of extra secret identities is safe enough to keep to herself. Marinette and Adrien are going slightly grey over how loose-lipped this girl seems to be with information about the resistance sometimes, Nino, Alya, and Gabriel are all very impressed at how often Shady and Claw manage to show up at just the right time without having prior knowledge of a meeting or mission, and Chloe's a busy but also very smug little bee. Turns out she likes coordinating more than just outfits, which eventually leads her to getting more involved in Alya's research and reconnaissance work, and the two of them getting to be better friends.

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