#Jairo How

[groriatrevi10xx]

"...Core..."

-Pequeña Musa, dime ¿qué haremos hoy?.../Little Muse, tell me what we'll do today?...-

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G: Seguí diciendo que estos dos no deberían ser shippeados y terminé dibujando esto al final, pero no tenía nada que hacer... ಠ⁠∀⁠ಠ/I kept saying that these two shouldn't be shipped and I ended up drawing this in the end, but I had nothing to do... ಠ⁠∀⁠ಠ

Lo siento.../I'm sorry...

[igotsnothing]

Beginning/Previous/Next ⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆

[hislittleraincloud]

Lookit these two, both wearin' white, with Cairo's off-white staining the purity. Both with collars. The ownership is real.

[nirlandais9u]

A Boy, a Garden, and a Cold Divide .

Lomaria_miru

Summary:

Alexis Ness meets Michael Kaiser for the first time

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Work Text:

When Ness was ten years old, he was a lively boy, full of energy and vitality. He was beloved by the people in the neighborhood, with his brown curly hair and strands that gleamed in a unique magenta hue. His eyes were a rare color, a blend of deep purple and dark pink.

When his mother became pregnant with her third child, she found herself exhausted, unable to keep up with his fast steps and mischievous behavior. She suggested to her husband that he take Ness with him to the palace, where he worked as a gardener.

On the first day he entered the palace, Ness's eyes widened in awe. The palace was majestic, surrounded by sprawling gardens overflowing with beauty, adorned with vibrant flowers and lush trees that told stories of time. It wasn’t just a workplace, but a magical world that stirred his childish imagination.

Soon, going with his father became a daily habit. He found immense joy in digging and playing among the flowers. He chattered endlessly, telling his father the stories his imagination wove, laughing and singing while digging small holes for flowers.

In the second week, the elderly lady of the palace, Frieda, noticed him. She watched him from her balcony, captivated by his enthusiasm as he hummed childlike tunes while he worked.

One day, she asked his father while sipping tea on the balcony overlooking the garden: "How old is your son, Jairo?"

He replied with a respectful bow: "Ten years old, madam."

She smiled and said, "He's the same age as my grandson."

Her eyes sparkled as she spoke of her grandson, as though the mere mention of him revived her youth.

Jairo placed his straw hat on his chest and said gently, "You must miss him dearly, Madam Frieda."

She nodded sadly, then sighed and said, "Yes... but he'll be back soon."

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A month had passed since Ness arrived at the palace, and one day, Frieda's daughter-in-law, Bertha, came for a short visit, bringing her son, Kaiser along.

Bertha was a stunning woman, with delicate features, elegant in every detail, her glowing blue eyes and long blonde hair streaked with blue, making her even more unique. She was a famous model, used to the spotlight, but her presence in the palace carried no warmth.

She sat in silence, stirring her spoon in her cup, mixing cream with the hot chocolate without uttering a word. Meanwhile, Frieda smiled fondly at her grandson, Kaiser.

The young boy looked just like his mother, even in his mannerisms.

He stood by the window, watching the garden with focus. His grandmother turned to him and asked: "Are you watching Ness? The gardener's son?"

He nodded quietly before returning to the table.

His grandmother spoke gently: "You can go down and play with him, show him your beautiful ball."

But Bertha interrupted softly, with a hint of disdain: "The boy with the curly hair and his father, the gardener???"

Frieda raised an eyebrow and asked coldly: "What’s wrong with that?"

Bertha sipped her coffee before responding with indifference: "I don't want my son associating with people like them."

The two women exchanged a silent glance, a cold war raging behind their polite words: "People like them?? A man who works as a gardener to support his family and his ten-year-old son???"

Bertha: "I’d rather my son make friends from our society and class..."

At that moment, Kaiser pushed his chair back and left the room, clearly displeased with the entire conversation.

Downstairs, Ness was completely unaware of what was being said about him upstairs. He was engrossed in planting a blue flower, pressing the soil with his small hands in satisfaction.

Suddenly, he felt something hit his head with force. He placed his hand over the spot where it hurt and turned to find a blonde boy glaring at him coldly.

Kaiser spoke in a calm but commanding voice: "Give me the ball."

Ness looked at the ball, then at the boy. After a moment of silence, he stood up and, instead of handing the ball over gently, kicked it hard into his face.

The maid gasped and hurried over to the boy, whose nose was bleeding. In moments, Frieda and his mother were by his side, checking on him with concern.

Jairo rushed in, picking his son up in his arms and taking him to the kitchen. "You’ve caused us trouble now."

But Ness, stubbornly, looked up at him and said: "He threw the ball at me first!"

Jairo wasn’t harsh with his son. He kissed Ness's cheek and patted his head lovingly. He took him to the kitchen and waited there, then watched as the maid entered, asking curiously: "Is he okay?"

The maid nodded and said: "Yes, but he's angry, and his mother is angrier. There was a heated argument between her and Madam Frieda. She threatened to take her son to her sister’s place instead of leaving him at his grandmother's while she went to America for a Hollywood offer."

Ness blinked in childlike shock and asked his father: "Is she going to leave him?"

Jairo looked at his son with tenderness and replied: "Some people do that."

Ness climbed into his father’s arms, wrapping his small arms around his neck, then whispered: "You’re not going to leave me, right?"

Jairo smiled and kissed his head, saying: "Never."

The maid smiled and said: "Madam Frieda refused to punish your son. She said it was just a children’s quarrel and that he is a peaceful child who hasn’t shown violent behavior since he arrived."

Jairo sighed with admiration: "Madam Frieda... truly a golden woman."

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Ness was watering the roses carefully, holding the watering can that seemed too big for his small body. He was a boy who combined both fullness and slimness. His cheeks were chubby in a cute way, and his lips had been full since childhood, giving his features a touch of childlike innocence.

While watching the water seep into the thirsty soil, he suddenly turned to his right, only to be shocked by the sight of a blonde boy holding a ball in his hands. Ness felt an uneasy tension, searching with his eyes for his father, as if the boy's presence posed an invisible threat to him.

The blonde boy noticed his discomfort and smirked, saying sarcastically: "You look scared."

Ness quickly answered, trying to hide his embarrassment: "I’m not scared... of you."

But in the next moment, before his words were even finished, he felt a strong blow from the ball hitting his head. He lost his balance and fell to the ground, the pain seizing him. His face became covered with dirt, and his eyes filled with tears, but he held himself together and didn’t retaliate. He hesitated to get up, remembering his mother’s warning from a week ago, telling him that any trouble he caused could lead to his father being fired.

kaiser approached him, folding his arms in front of his chest, looking at him with gleaming eyes. After a moment of silence, he said: "Have you ever played soccer before?"

Despite his humiliation, Ness quickly wiped his tears with his sleeve and shook his head.

The blonde boy raised his eyebrows in surprise before saying firmly: "Let me teach you then."

With a confident motion, he turned his back and began walking away, while Ness hesitated for a moment but eventually followed him with cautious steps.

kaiser led Ness to a large field behind the house. The place was completely deserted, which made Ness feel uneasy. He looked around anxiously and then asked: "Why is it empty? This is scary..."

The blonde boy laughed slightly and said proudly: "Because it’s my family’s field. My grandmother had it built specifically for me."

Ness’s eyes widened in amazement, and he couldn’t help but comment: "Amazing... you’re so lucky!"

But the kaiser didn’t seem to care about the compliment, just saying sternly: "Stop talking... let’s start playing."

[obigem]

As Jai approached, Alexander scrutinized him by giving him a look over up and down. His attire was too casual to be catering and he certainly wasn't dressed as a guest for the event.

"State your business, boy. If you're intent is to loiter, I should make it clear now that I will not allow that."

"Loiter? No, I think there's been a misunderstanding."

"Has there? Then set me straight, if you're so willing."

The man before him was domineering in a way Jai had never experienced before.

"I was just a bit confused. You see, my girlfriend is in there, and I was considering how best to find her."

"Your girlfriend is a member of the cotillion court?" Alexander looked at him skeptically.

"Umm, maybe? I don't really know all the proper terminology for this thing, but she's supposed to be dancing for a ball or something."

"Impossible." Alex sneered.

"Seriously. What if I described her to you?"

Alexander made no motion of agreeing or disagreeing with Jai's suggestion, his eyes continuing to pick him apart, but Jai decided to provide a description anyway."

"She's maybe a shade or two lighter than me, petite, really curly brown hair, the cutest of freckles all over her face, and her eyes—"

"She has these big, beautiful, green, doe eyes, the color of the forest, and when she smiles it's like it lights up the room, and when she laughs—"

"OK, OK, enough already! Ugh, teenagers." Alex scoffed.

"So, have you seen her in there?"

"Doesn't ring a bell." Alex shrugged.

"Maybe it would be easier if we went in and I showed you—" Jai motioned toward the door, but Alexander stood firm.

"Where exactly do you think you're going?"

"Inside? I can't point her out to you if I don't go in and find her."

"And you really think I'm letting you in looking like that?"

Jai looked down over himself and then back at Alexander, "I've got a shirt and shoes so that means I get service, right?" He joked.

"This isn't a chain restaurant." Alexander turned his nose up at his fast food uniform, "The barrier for entry is a lot higher for a Goth Cotillion Ball."

"The uniform is new if that helps." Jai gave a weak smile that didn't appear to budge Alexander one bit. "OK then, so what is the barrier for entry then?"

"At the bare minimum a suit of 3-pieces. If you mean to make a statement you could add to that a jacket, some gloves, a hat, a cane perhaps."

"All that, huh?" Jai rubbed his chin. "Is there a place where I could maybe rent some of those things, maybe for an hour?"

"Rent?"

"Yeah, I mean on credit probably, but I'm good for it, I swear!"

"Young man, this isn't a golf club. We do not rent attire to guests."

"Well, if not here, somewhere else?"

"At this hour? I should think not."

"Not anywhere? But I need to get in there. My girlfriend, she's counting on me. I can't let her down. What if I just went in for a few minutes?"

"Out of the question."

"Mr, please! What else am I supposed to do?"

"Not my problem." Alexander stood steadfastly his eyes averted away, deeming Jairo no longer worth his attention.

Stonewalled, Jai wracked his brain. This man was barring him entry. He couldn't be there for Cordie like she wanted. But he had to do something so she knew he cared.

But what?

[dunmeshistash]

i thought lycion was pronounced lie (as in lying down) - see - on like as a nod to lycanthropy because hes a werewolf!

Well now I don't know whats right 😎

I got Raikansuropī from trying to put that in japanese so I'd assume it would be raishion in that case?

I try to go with how its sounded out in japanese as a clue, I read the whole of sbr reading gyro like the portuguese giro (spin) only to find out it's Jairo 😔

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 87: A Reality Check

Their classes didn’t make it easy to schedule, but Luigi and Noemi arranged an appointment with a therapist shortly after their heart to heart.

For Luigi their first session couldn’t come soon enough. Even after the initial shock wore off, all kinds of fears around fatherhood had his heart and head all tangled up. He had no idea how to straighten them out and was afraid that trying to do it himself might cost him Noemi forever.

So, when Dr. Velasquez greeted them at her office in uptown and invited them to “jump right into it”, he didn’t need to be asked twice!

He started to explain the worries that had been troubling him, the Doctor’s calm prompts helping him put individual concerns into clear words one at a time. Some of them surprised even him, like when he confessed that the pregnancy seemed suspicious.

Asked to clarify, he explained that he’d been so good about using protection and Noemi had said she had an IUD too. Then she got pregnant right after they had been a bit too busy with school to “get busy” for a little while. The therapist said “Unplanned pregnancies bring out those fears in a lot of sims, even when they're completely unfounded. Fortunately, a simple paternity test can prove the baby you’re expecting really is the start of your legacy, and no-one else's.”

Luigi stiffened at the word “legacy”, while Noemi was taken aback by the topic in general. “Do you really think I lied about my IUD, or about being exclusive, and I blew off classes to woohoo with someone else in the few hours we haven’t been together this semester!?”

Luigi turned to her with an unusually intense expression. “I trust you, and more importantly I love you. I want to raise this baby with you, whether it’s an alien from Sixam, a slow grower from that Jairo guy you were seeing just recently, or a strong swimmer of mine who was really good at punching through rubber.”

She still looked hurt and confused as he continued, “There’s just so much I’m not sure about right now. Getting a firm answer on where this baby came from would be one less unknown in a world that feels like it’s suddenly trying to change everything all at once.”

He looked at Dr. Velasquez. “I’m in this for the long haul, but what you said earlier about my legacy… if I’m going to accept this kid as the next legacy heir of my family, I have to be sure its my biological child.”

As the others looked at him in confusion, he felt a rush of embarrassment. Taking a deep breath, he launched into the explanation of watchers, legacies, and his own “special status” as it had been explained to him by his papa.

The therapist’s professionally interested expression was stable as a rock while he rambled on, but Noemi seemed to zone out into her own thoughts until suddenly she snapped, interrupting him angrily.

“Luigi, just stop! I know you’re self-absorbed but thinking that you are literally the only sim that matters in the whole of SimNation?! You know that sounds pants on head crazy, right? That hasn’t escaped your notice??”

Dr. Velasquez cleared her throat. “It’s not crazy to consider yourself the main character of your own story, but have you ever heard of sonder?”

When Luigi shook his head, she told him “It’s a term that describes the realization that every sim is living a life as vivid and complex as your own, with their own ambitions, friends, routines, and worries. There are countless epic stories continuing seamlessly all around you, all the time. In those stories you might appear only once, if at all, as an “extra” sipping coffee in the background.”

She reached over to her desk, searching out a small card, which she handed him. “It’s wonderful that your papa thought you and your father were the most special sims in the nation, but holding that same belief about yourself puts you at risk of devaluing others and may make it hard to participate fully in healthy, loving relationships. There are some videos and readings listed here that I strongly suggest you review, maybe together with Noemi.”

Luigi looked over to find his girl had turned away towards the opposite wall, her judgment coming through as clearly as if she was still yelling at him.

The rest of the session covered much less controversial topics. Dr. Velasquez encouraged Luigi to attend Noemi’s OB appointments as a way to show support and bond with their baby to be. She also suggested they make a team project of telling all their family and friends the good news.

Luigi wasn’t worried about his clan. They all liked Noemi, and he was certainly old enough to have a baby even if the timing was terrible, but Noemi’s face paled. She’d been so overwhelmed adjusting to the idea of motherhood, she hadn’t even considered that Luigi would be meeting her parents for the very first time not just as her boyfriend but as the father of their grandchild. It was a whole new angle for her social anxiety to fret over.

The therapist provided some tips on handling the meetings before setting a follow up appointment to check in with them next trimester. Neither sim broke the awkward silence as they left her office, but both secretly felt this visit had been much more painful and less helpful than they had hoped.

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[lutherlegacy]

welcome to my sims save.,,,, here are some photos.,, its supa kewl..,,, i think.., full stories of each family coming soon

this is the Luther-price side

and the luther-yamashi side (OLD ASS PHOTO ILL TAKE A NEW ONE SOON TRUST 🤞

my founders were two sisters cuz i felt like it, idk. Anyway, lets get into the nitty gritty of each family!

These are my founders, two sisters forced to skip town due to the loss of their parents. Jocelyn is in red, and Camilla is in blue.

currently this is the quinn family. Left to right is Viktoriya, Dominic, Mckenna, Stella, and Macy. Stella is the oldest daughter of Camilla. Not pictured is stella's oldest son (Mckenna's dad) who is no longer with us (rip bro)

terrible photo but this is the Luong family, left to right it's Makana, Sylvia, Pulani, Grace, Oana, Michael, Akiti, Dominic, Herenui, and Leilani. Sylvia is Camilla's second daughter.

also an old ass photo ive made them less ugly since this picture was taken

Left to right is Katherine, Genesis (she's trans now oops,) Leonel, Emerson, Declean, Quinton, Jules, and Sawyer. Sawyer is Camilla's third daughter (noticing a pattern in how I'm organizing this?)

This is Camilla's youngest and his family. He's unfortunately world famous and decided to shack up with his mistress after she gave birth to the creature.

Left to right is Robin, Tamako, Sebastian, and Marylin. Marylin's mom is also famous but she chooses to stay as far away from her ex husband as possible.

unfortunately i lack individual photos of this side of the tree so ur getting a repeat image

Left to right (take a shot every time I say this) its Jairo, Dayana, Xzavier, Jocelyn, Alden, Ashlie, Sidney, Austin, Kierra, Yuki, Valentino, and Darius

Jocelyn and Sidney have two children (Dayana and Xzavier), while Jocelyn has another son from a previous relationship. (Valentino)

Jairo and Dayana have three sons, Darius, Issac, and Irvin.

Xzavier and Ashlie have a daughter so graciously named after his dead aunt. (Thank you life and death for introducing reincarnation)

Yuki and Valentino have three kids pictured above. Kierra, Austin, and alden.

here's a link to the family echo tree if ur confused

https://www.familyecho.com/?p=FNGPP&c=8ou3d5go4e3o459t&f=755998411347545222&lang=en

[42bakery]

I need fotage of Arón kissing his head mechanic. He said he was about to do it (in the sense of how happy he is) after the setting change Jairo did. it's also the reason he's back to form apparently

[scoobydooisadetective]

Hi. I just wanted to ask if it's possible for you guys to post the English translation of the Spanish posts? Tumblr doesn't have the translation option like X or Facebook

Hi! I'm guessing you're speaking about this post. Sure, no problem. I think it's relevant for everyone to know how long he has been in these kind of situations. I'll try to do my best w/ translation and offer some context.

Luz said in her post:

"I don't have a Twitter, I consider it an intolerant and racist world, this is the social network where Tenoch has the most bots against him, he receives a lot of hate and they generate that hate. But yesterday in a group they sent this picture, it's a publication about a radio host saying Tenoch apologized to him for being a person "without education and without ethics" according to his words.

(In the tweet: I share with you the picture when #TenochHuerta apologized to me for behaving as an uneducated being, without ethics and as the chairo without words he has always been. If I had known, I would've charged $1,800...

Note: Chairo doesn't have a translation, but it's basically derogatory way to to describe an individual who holds a far-left ideology, specifically any person who thoughtlessly defends, idolizes, and fawns over a populist politician and demagogue with an attitude similar to that of a religious fanatic.)

I thought it was weird and I found a publication made by the director Alonso Ruizapalacios in 2015 where he explains what happened that day

(full text here: https://www.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid02fkKp1ZGWvpcweaavk8e13ke4HQj2k616EPv75JrrExeEB49DUGPL7m31WJzGDqqil&id=1369494912&mibextid=Nif5oz)

"COMMERCIAL BREAK!

A few hours ago, me and Tenoch Huerta went to promote our movie GÜEROS at the radio show "Charros vs Gángsters", hosted by Jairo Calixto and some José Luis Guzmán "Miyagi" (I confess I didn't know about him until today).

Since we arrived at MVS Radio in Polanco, we saw patrols and riot policeman surrounding the radio station and preventing the production van from passing through. The driver suggested it was "because of that reporter that they are going to fire."

Despite this rarefied atmosphere, the inteview about the movie went like most interviews in radio and TV he (Tenoch) helped with in Mexico: wih cordiality, but with simple and unexciting (no preparation), but overall with the hysteria that characterizes a large amout of the communicators in our country - a kind of perpetual nervousness about not leaving even a moment of pause, to "fill the air" with whatever, with an incessant strident chatter that passes for irreverence and freshness. Despite that, we promoted our move without problem, between jokes about the Partido Verde and bestiality.

At the end of our interview, Tenoch took the floor and said: "Before we leave, I'd like to comment something in a personal capacity, I think it's necessary to have dialog to clarify the situation about the communicator Cármen Aristegui and her firing from this radio station." In that moment "Miyagi", who had not heard a single word about Güeros nor had he looked up from his iPad during our entire conversation, ordered: "Let's go on commercial break!" and it was obeyed immediately in the cabin. After a awkward painful silence, Tenoch and I realized we had finished. After a painfully awkward silence, Tenoch and I realized that we were done. We approached to say goodbye to our hosts, who barely shook our hands, without looking us in the eyes. But before leaving Miyagi told us: “We opened the microphones for something else, not so that you could continue with that…” To which Tenoch responded “We just want to know what is happening with Aristegui.” And nothing else was said.

We went out of the MVS with our heads spinning aournd, trying to understand what had just happened. And we still continue to not understand...

My interpretation: We're still trapped in this climate where communicators -even those who brag about being irreverent- fear (maybe justifiably) about their continuity in the enterprises that pay their salary. We're still living in a climate of very litte solidarity and a lot of intolerance.

Maybe "Miyagi" simply made a mistake and acted on impulse, a byproudct of the frustration from reading trolls against him since he didn't defend Cármen Aristegui. Or maybe the sushi upsetted his stomach... But what he did was censorship, it's indisputable. Turning your back on such a valid and relevant question and go on commercial break when things get awkward, in true Televisa style, was something surprising to witness live.

I don't have information to venture an absolute theory about all of this, nor to affirm that it is censorship that comes from above, or if it's rather self-censorship, a product of fear. But that there's something rotten in Denmark, I have no doubt.

While I appreciate the space that was opened to talk about our film, I deeply regret the continuation of this state of fear we live in.

I'm sorry that our communicators don't look at us in the eyes. I'm sorry there's no room for pauses. And I'm sorry there's no time to listen.

Context on who is this journalist and why this happened:

On 12 March 2015, two journalists from MVS, Daniel Lizárraga and Irving Huerta, were fired after they used the station's brand name without permission in a newly created website known as MexicoLeaks, which leaked reports on government corruption. Aristegui issued an ultimatum and threaten to quit if MVS did not reinstate her two staff members. Four days later, MVS fired Aristegui after considering that she had crossed the line for issuing an ultimatum to the MVS management.

My friend Tenoch says: My name is José Tenoch Huerta Mejía, mexican.

I love who I am, where I live and with who I live.

I don't like what's going on in my country, it's not the country I grew up in, nor the one I want to live in.

I don't understand a lot of things and as many more I'm scared about what we're living.

It hurts my soul to know that thousands are no longer hugging their families when their time had not yet come.

I wonder what's up, what can I do so everyone can be alright, the truth is I don't know but I decided to talk and ask.

I have nothing against any politician or people in power, I just want a different country.

I don't want one where we're all poor to be equals, but one where we're rich at heart, pockets and tummy to decide what to do with our time in this land.

Yersterday I asked something I needed to know, the mic was open and I asked.

Today, someone went to my house, intimidated me while hiding their face behind a brown scarf and a newspaper. They took photos of me, laughed mockingly at me and then disappeared into the hallways of the place where I live and have called home the last four years of my life.

What did I do wrong? Ask, say that I don't like any of this, thinking that we could have a better life, think?

A lot of people supports and helps me, but what about those that don't have the fortune to be visible?

I write this and I cry because I don't want to live like this, we don't deserve to live like this.

Mexico hurts my guts.

My little corner on land that gives me food and air to breath, that gives me a house and family.

I love my country, I love my people and even you, who doesn't understand we can live in a better way.

Thank you for your support, for being there and might our voices and hearts always sing.

We deserve something better.

Then, Luz adds:

What really happened was that exactly 8 years ago, in that booth, there was no freedom of speech, Tenoch tried to speak about a topic and was quickly cut off. Another account later shared that Tenoch had reported that he was being followed and photographed.

What I'm trying to say is that they have always hated him for telling them to their faces what he thinks about some topic and that makes them angry, they "can't stand it." Now that he is doing a little better, they are trying by all means to ruin his career. Tenoch himself has mentioned it in many interviews, and they have paid the media to destroy him.

I think we have to be careful, those media and haters are always aware of all the publications about him and if it is something controversial they can manipulate, they will do it, have no doubt about that, even if it is from years ago.

Do not react, do not comment or retweet, only report the publication if it has racist content. Never try to talk to them, it's not worth it. (Personal note: Please listen to this!! Especially twitter folks, since it might be counterproductive. By fighting them, you're offering them more interactions because that's how the algorithm works).

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Hope this helped!

[the-manila-continental]

How is Jairo doing with his online activity? ☺️

—Ms. Ampuan

[groriatrevi10xx]

"...Core..."

****El Tren de la Galaxia/The Galaxy Train****

Adham siente cierta curiosidad por las gafas de Jairo, cuando lo conoció llevaba unas típicas gafas redondas, fáciles de romper... De la noche a la mañana, empezó a llevar unas gafas doradas y brillantes que cada vez que se rompían... Se reparaban solas, obviamente tenían algún tipo de magia de cierto nivel que aún no conocían, parecían más bien un regalo de alguien... No sabía por qué sentía tanta curiosidad, seguramente porque no había visto a nadie darle a Jairo ese tipo de regalos... O simplemente era la extraña magia que desprendían las gafas que vibraba presumiblemente revelando que no era magia de mago.../Adham feels a certain curiosity about Jairo's glasses, when he met him he was wearing some typical round glasses, easy to break... Overnight, he started wearing some golden, shiny glasses that every time they broke... They repaired themselves, obviously they had some kind of magic of a certain level that they didn't know about yet, they seemed more like a gift from someone... He didn't know why he was so curious, probably because he hadn't seen anyone give Jairo those kinds of gifts... Or it was just the strange magic that the glasses gave off that vibrated presumably revealing that it wasn't a magician's magic...

Y conociéndose bien, Adham sabe que no podrá dormir a menos que le pregunte dónde consiguió sus gafas... Bueno, la curiosidad mató al gato y Adham prefiere morir antes que no saber nada.../And knowing himself well, Adham knows he won't be able to sleep unless I ask him where he got his glasses... Well, curiosity killed the cat and Adham prefers to die than to know nothing...

--Una pregunta.../A question...--

Adham comienza a entablar una conversación, si es que se le puede llamar así... No hay nadie a la vista en la biblioteca, así que no hay problema para ellos dos en estar charlando juntos por ahora.../Adham begins to strike up a conversation, if you can call it that... There's no one in sight in the library, so it's no problem for the two of them to be chatting together for now...

--No voy a ayudarte con tu tarea de polvo de plumas.../I'm not going to help you with your feather powder homework...--

Jairo responde rápidamente, sin apartar la vista de su libro... El niño de ojos rojos mira a su compañero con incredulidad.../Jairo answers quickly, without taking his eyes off his book... The red-eyed boy looks at his classmate in disbelief...

--¡¿Cómo carajos llegaste a la conclusión de que te pediría ayuda con mi tarea?!.../How the hell did you come to the conclusion that I would ask you for help with my homework?!...--

La mirada de los orbes verdes choca con los rojos, dejando de lado su libro por ahora.../The gaze of green orbs collides with the red ones, putting aside his book for now...

--No sé, solo lo pensé... Aunque pensándolo bien, somos demasiado competitivos, nunca nos ayudaríamos con las tareas, siempre tratamos de ser los mejores... Y me encanta verte derrotado.../I don't know, I just thought about it... Although when I think about it, we're way too competitive, we'd never help each other with homework, we always try to be the best... And I love seeing you defeated...--

Jairo sonr��e alegremente, Adham lo mira con una sonrisa ligeramente torcida.../Jairo smiles brightly, Adham glares at him with a slightly crooked smile...

--Yo también te quiero, Jairo... Yo también amo verte llorar, mientras te restriego en la cara mi victoria, maldito hijo de puta.../I love you too, Jairo... I love seeing you cry too, while I rub my victory in your face, you damn son of a bitch...--

Antes de que pudiera seguir insultándolo, Jairo le lanza el libro que sostenía y él lo esquiva.../Before he could continue insulting his, Jairo throws the book he was holding at his, and he dodges it...

--Oh, cállate... Sólo dime qué ibas a preguntar.../Oh, shut up... Just tell me what you were going to ask...--

Con un profundo suspiro Adham pregunta, después de todo... No puede ser nada malo.../With a deep sigh Adham asks, after all... It can't be anything bad...

--¿De dónde sacaste esas gafas?, vibran con una magia que no viene de algún mago.../Where did you get those glasses?, they vibrate with a magic that doesn't come from some magician...--

Las manos de Jairo tocan sus gafas, piensa por un segundo.../Jairo's hands touch his glasses, he thinks for a second...

--En el Tren de la Galaxia, iba directo a casa cuando me encontré con una niñita... Tuve una conversación extraña con ella, luego arregló mis gafas rotas... Son las mismas gafas, solo que no sé qué magia usó en ellas... De todos modos, supongo que no me importa, al menos las gafas se arreglarán solas.../On the Galaxy Train, I was going straight home when I ran into a little girl... I had a weird conversation with her, then she fixed my broken glasses... They're the same glasses, I just don't know what magic she used on them... Anyway, I guess I don't mind, at least the glasses will fix themselves...--

No le prestó atención, pero hubo silencio... Adham lo miró por unos instantes, abrió la boca para decir algo... Pero no salió nada, en cambio oyeron libros caer al suelo... Los dos se giraron rápidamente, solo para ver a Ondine que había tirado accidentalmente algunos libros, ¿desde cuándo estaba allí?.../He didn't pay attention to it, but there was silence... Adham looked at him for a few moments, opened his mouth to say something... But nothing came out, instead they heard books falling to the floor... The two quickly turned around, only to see Ondine who had accidentally knocked over some books, since when had she been there?...

La Chica estaba sudando y rápidamente se dio la vuelta para abandonar el lugar, dejando solo un silencio incómodo... Adham fue el primero en hablar.../The girl was sweating and quickly turned around to leave the place, leaving only an awkward silence... Adham was the first to speak...

--Mmm... Bueno ¿cuántas veces nos ha pasado esto?.../Mmm... Well, how many times has this happened to us?...--

Jairo mira a Adham, mientras hace una mueca.../Jairo looks at Adham, while making a face...

--Con Ondine ya son 5 veces.../With Ondine it's already 5 times...--

--Oh mierda.../Oh shit...--

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G: Ondine probablemente tenga mala suerte.../Ondine is probably unlucky...

{M: Jaja... Volví sólo para publicar cosas random, lo siento... Tengan paciencia conmigo... (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ᴥ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ⁠ʋ⁠)/Haha... I came back just to post random stuff, sorry... Bear with me... (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ᴥ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ⁠ʋ⁠)}

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hey, butterfingers! you dropped this... oh? you didn't? details, schmetails 😏

break - Lawrence desire - Sabine failure - Jairo guilt - Henry hide - Sasha nightmare - Nia please 😇

You sly, sly...

Also important to note: you're the best! I mean, you're asking about my pixel children- is there a greater kindness for an obsessive storyteller???

Ok: STORYTIME

Lawrence- break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

The older the vampire, the quirkier- but here's the thing: when it comes to keeping their existential shit together, they do it very well. They've dealt with lifetimes of loss and crap, so they have it DOWN. They'll flip over little stupid stuff but are very good at navigating the life-and-death scenarios. HOWEVER! Being in a relationship with Julian has made Lawrence feel emotions he'd not dealt with for a very long time. He's very aware of his attachment to Julian. He's acutely aware that he's in love with someone mortal and he worries about something bad happening to Julian. The anguish is fierce. Julian has seen Lawrence break down over this and it's heartbreaking. The compromise they reached is that Julian carries a protective amulet with him at all times and they've agreed to revisit the idea of Lawrence turning him or his starting to take a longevity elixir in a couple years.

Sabine-desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

Sabine's desire has always been- without spoiling much- to be independent. She's in a bit of a bind right now and fighting to stand on her own two feet (more to be revealed- plot, not feet...). She thinks of herself as a no-nonsense person and tends to be practical and pragmatic. Working for Hiram has opened her eyes to new experiences and awakened her curiosity. Would she admit that she is experiencing new emotions? That she finds her mind wandering when it comes to Hiram? No. Never. It'll pass, she tells herself.

Jairo-failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

HAHAH! JAIROOOO! Jairo is the kind of person who would try to bake a cake, it would fall apart, and then he would simply serve it as "cake crumble" or something as half-assed and somehow it would be great. If you asked him, he'd tell you that his greatest failure was that he did not manage to convince Mr. Lam to turn Erato Bookstore into a bookstore/petting zoo/crepe cafe.

Everyone else will tell you that Jairo consistently fails at READING THE ROOM.

Henry-guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

Henry is honest and straightforward. He's good at articulating his feelings and doesn't usually hold things in. Since his and Lee's move to Tomarang, Henry realized that he did not notice how upset Lee was about uprooting them from San Sequoia, where they had a good life with lots of friends. He thought that because Lee was moving back to Tomarang, and near his family, there would be no qualms. Instead, Lee, who is extremely sensitive, felt insecure and mortified that maybe he'd acted selfishly in wanting to move. Henry felt terrible- and guilty that he hadn't seen the breakdown coming- when Lee opened up about his fears. He accepted the guilt and saw in it a lesson that helped him communicate better with his husband.

Sasha-hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

Oh, Sasha... Where do we BEGIN? This boy could be a case study. But...He hides his heart. It's been hurt and broken so much that he has perma-paywalled it more fiercely than some asshole content creators. He can't afford anything to be vulnerable and has rationalized his abrasiveness as a means to survive.

Nia-nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

AAAAAH!!! You remembered NIA!! I love Nia so much! I need to get cracking on Bite Me! so she and Sam can show up more (because they do). Ok, so Nia has been terrified of scary or sad clowns since she was a little kid. Ask Sam about the time they went to SpookyTown on Halloween: Nia screamed more than a D-list actress in a low-budget slasher film anytime a scary clown snuck up on them (but she claimed she was still having fun- go figure). If Nia hasn't been getting enough sleep OR if she overindulges in spicy food late at night, the probability of a clown nightmare skyrockets, and Sam knows they'll be consoling her and rubbing her back later. All their friends know about this because Nia will share the nightmares' outlandish plots with them in these mini-impromptu analytical sessions (Julian especially loves to offer his interpretation of the symbolism behind the imagery, and he and Nia feel oh-so-insightful and smart afterward, while Sam shakes their head in bewilderment)..

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Jairo vs. Wenovan, Chibi Cats Edition

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Episode 2 ~ Two Of A Kind

"And so follow my breathing...do as I do....deeeeep inhale....out...deeeeeep in....and out...close your eyes and imagine yourself....see the shape of your very soul.....deep in...and out..." This went on for several minutes and all that time his eyes were wide open, after all, how could he see her with his eyes closed and he had very much wanted to see her.

"Did you find it yet, she shape of your soul?" Sup asked, that was her name, Sup Darawan. It was an odd name he thought, even here in Komorebi but that was because Sup wasn't from Komorebi but instead called Tomarang home.

"I did not," Jairo admitted, but then he didn't try. He instead focused his attention on Sup. Watching her chest rise and fall gently as she went through a meditation exercise she apparently did every morning. Somehow she had made breathing look like a skill. "What's your shape? The shape of your soul?" He asked before she could scold him for his failure.

"Undefined," she said at once, a question she had answered plenty of times before he assumed. "I can't tell you the shape of my soul, it can only be seen, never defined."

"That...makes sense," he thought it was the perfect answer but then why would he be surprised, there wasn't a single thing wrong with Sup.

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As the graduation dance drew near, Alexander used the lull between now and then to get a moment of fresh air.

He was used to being a bit of a wallflower at his mother's balls, but the older he got the less the other women allowed him to fade into the decor.

The very second he passed the threshold of 30, it was like all the women of means smelled blood in water and swarmed to the source.

He had never been popular with women in his youth, but that didn't seem to matter to these women. They wanted a respectable husband, and Alex, well…

He wasn't quite ready for all that, not just yet.

When his mother noted that the doorman had been absent, he used this stroke of luck to his advantage to get as far away from the eye of the storm as possible

The cool air was already doing him some good as he relaxed. But then he noticed something.

Ordinarily, it wouldn't have been something to take note of. There's pretty heavy foot traffic in downtown Del Sol, by the ballroom is no different. But it was the fact that this boy wasn't moving at all.

He stopped in front of the building, just staring. It was suspicious behavior.

Little did Alexander Goth know, it wasn't Jairo Reynold's intention to come off as suspicious at all. He was simply considering how best to make his entrance.

He'd have been there sooner, but on his way out from work the paparazzi swarmed the restaurant asking him all sorts of questions.

They were convinced he was a part of Wendy's McBurger Queen's new SDI initiative and wanted to know his opinion on the restaurant's new effort to be diverse and inclusive. Before he could correct them on his employment status, Mrs. McBurger swarmed in to let them know how happy they were to have him.

The next thing he knew she was telling him in a harsh whisper that if he put on the new uniform and took some photos with her in front of the paparazzi he could keep his job. It took an extra §3 added to that raise to get him to agree and avoid any possible negative headlines of a firing.

Through all of that, he barely had a spare moment to think about what he would do or say once he got to the ballroom.

He knew, for starters, he'd have to find Cordie and talk with her just the two of them. But this ballroom, it was bigger than he anticipated. How would he even find her in there?

"You there, boy!" A voice startled him.

He couldn't have been talking to him, could he?

When the silence prolonged longer than Alexander would've liked, he spoke again. "Are you hard of hearing?"

"Who, me?" Jai ventured to guess

"Is there any other boy out on this street? Come here, would you?"