#bean and fortuna

[theroamingvegan]

A vegan Casado plate for our Arsenal volcano hike in La Fortuna, Costa Rica 🇨🇷

[aenariasbookshelf]

Toe beans.

That is all.

[nihilistic-synth]

THEY ARE SO. CUTE.

[chaletnz]

Rafting in La Fortuna

I decided the other cafe nearby wasn't worth the super early morning so I slept in and took my time to pack up my things. It took about an hour for us to drive out to the Sarapiqui river where we would start our rafting adventure. On the drive out we were feeling half asleep until the driver hit a massive eagle that rolled over the bus and on to the side of the road, then we were all sitting up in horror. They just kept driving knowing it wouldn't have survived that collision. Once we arrived at the changing area to sign a waiver, they offered us free water shoes. Super annoying because Dennis our guide has told us all to go out and buy them from the supermarket which we had done! Everyone had signed the waiver and was waiting on the bus ready to go except for Charlie who left his shoes, hadn't signed the waiver, and then kept us all waiting while he went to the toilet. We were given a safety briefing on the ride from the changing area to the river and then we unloaded the rafts. They were an assortment of sizes so Tyrza, Georgi, and I teamed up together with our guide Gabriel in one of the 4 man rafts. He wasn't quite our guardian angel, but instead made sure all of us fell out at least one time during the ride! This was a level 3-4 rapid river so a bit more intense than the one in Niseko! Gabriel had us sitting on the front of the raft with our legs in the water going straight through the rapids, and he would instruct us to paddle or move to the wrong side that would cause us to capsize. It was fun for me though, Georgi was hungover as usual so she wasn't enjoying it quite as much. It didn't rain as forecast, plus the cold water was actually nice and refreshing on such a hot day. There was one point when we went over a rapid directly into a rock and i hit my bad knee really hard. It sent a jolt of pain through me but then I switched sides on the boat and felt better. We took a break about halfway down the river for some freshly cut pineapple and watermelon, then after the rafting we were taken back to the changing area for a shower, and big lunch. It included rice, beans, chicken, spaghetti, and coleslaw. There was no way I or anyone else could finish it all. There had been a slideshow of photos playing during lunch for us to watch, and then came the sales pitch. They were asking $50 per boat for the photos as I don't think the photographers realised we were all one big group. Now it made sense to their strategy that we had been split into smaller boats. We could've fit into less larger ones, but then they wouldn't be able to squeeze as much out of us on photos. I wanted the photos but Tyrza didn't want to pay and Georgi didn't like her hungover face in them. So why would I want to pay $50 on my own. The other groups were also annoyed about the price of the photos. Charlie had gone in the 3 man raft with Dennis and the guide, and of course Dennis didn't need the photos but Charlie wanted them. We'd already established that Dennis was not a very good tour guide so when we asked him to negotiate the price in Spanish for us he just shrugged and said we should pay it. I took over the leader role to try to hustle the hustlers and said we would pay $5 each minus Georgi and Tyrza who didn't want them. That left about 11 of us who wanted the photos so I offered him $55. He then tried to make us pay $70 but realised we were backpackers who were not going to pay these extortionate amounts for photos that frankly weren't that great anyway, and that $55 would be better than nothing. He reluctantly agreed and took our $5 each and we were later emailed all of the photos. I paid in full and then spent the remainder of our last day trying to get them all to pay me back which was so annoying.

We had a misty drive through the mountains to our final destination - the Costa Rican capital, San Jose. It was lashing rain when we pulled up to our hotel Le Bergerac and Georgie took a spectacular slip. Once we'd unpacked in our rooms and had some time to plan for tomorrow's departure, and shower, we all went out for our last group dinner at Olio, an expensive tapas restaurant. I chose a chicken quesadilla as everything else on the menu was super expensive - another place Dennis would eat free when bringing in all the gringos. After dinner we all gave Dennis a tip (I gave him $20 which was the same I'd given Walter for half the amount of time) and then headed to the Fallen Stag pub for a final drink together.

[chayscribbles]

chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ september 2022

oh hey there. haven't done one of these in a while huh.

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: embarrassingly few

projects worked on: Andromeda Rogue, Andromeda Rising, Secret Space WIP :)

proudest accomplishment: ummm i read a lot

books read: The Stray Spirit by R. K Ashwick (aka writeblr's very own @ashen-crest!!!), Fortuna by Kristyn Merbeth, Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir (just started)

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

(i know this is a writing update but i really like putting little reading updates here as well lol. book thoughts in short: Stray Spirit was a 5/5 and very cute and cozy; Fortuna was a 4/5 and is VERY Chaycore with a family of smugglers in space trying to stop an interplanetary war while dealing with their own personal drama; and Nona i've just begun but i am already losing my mind in the best way.)

(maybe if people are interested next time i'll make a separate post for reading updates.)

writing was honestly abysmal this month, i had a few flashes of motivation but most of the time when i sat down to try to write all i would get was a sad trombone noise in my brain. i really hesitated to even make an update for this month but here it is. it's gonna be short.

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE / ANDROMEDA RISING

the climax continues to vex me. every time i think i've figured it out i realize i haven't figured out anything at all. i'm too close to the end for me to give up now but i am sooo frustrated.

i'm hoping to be able to just blitz through this final act during NaNo just to get it over with, but that means i need to actually figure out what the final act looks like so i don't have to think about it in November. so while using October to plan it out would be a good idea i also feel like i should take a prolonged break before November... but i won't be able to relax until i know i have a plan... so basically pain and suffering <3

in the meantime, i've decided, against my better judgement, to start rereading AR1 right away instead of waiting to finish AR3. i'm hoping it might give me a bit of motivation and maybe inspiration for this bit i'm stuck on. (it hasn't, but it has reminded me of bits that i'd forgotten about that are better than i thought they were so that's something i guess.)

☆ COMMENTS: SECRET SPACE WIP

i'm still not ready to talk about this wip on writeblr but in between bouts of AR driving me mad i worked out Secret Space WIP's plot a bit to try to keep myself sane :')

also wrote a few scenes in the first act. i'm already at 7.5k total for this draft oops :')))

if you want ✨exclusive access✨tho you can dm me for the link to my discord server where i have spilled some beans on it ;))

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

sorry for being such a downer in this update. have some FinnPetra Fluff/Angst with no context <3

“Come back to me,” she whispered.

He knew it was foolish to make such a promise, but still, he gently took her hand between his, the best he could in the tangle of leaves, and softly said, “I, Finneas Robyn Becker, swear by the stars that I will do whatever I can to come back to you.” 

A shiver coursed through Petra's body as he completed the ritual by tracing his middle finger down her palm, the pad barely brushing over her skin, then brought her hand up to reverently press her knuckles to his lips.

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andromeda trilogy taglist:

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[sparkie96]

Resident Evil Christmas AU based off the song “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause” where Leon is the mom, and Nero sees him kissing Chris, who’s Santa.

(Merry belated Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Also on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36079315)

Though there was Christmas back at Fortuna and at the Orphanage, Nero really didn’t get to experience any of that due to how the Nuns and elders had treated him as well as the fact that a lot of the people there didn't even believe in a Santa Claus. It was usually a day of prayers and work anyway. Maybe there was a concert that told the tale of Sparda slaughtering his enemies.

But Nero didn't have to worry about any of that anymore due to his recent adoption by more extraordinary ordinary people. Though he didn’t get a Mommy and a Daddy like he had always dreamed of…he did get two very kind and loving Daddies instead, who loved him to bits. Chris and Leon…or as he knew them as: Papa and Daddy.

Daddy was a secret spy and Papa was a superhero. Nero often called them Captain America and the boy Black Widow. Aunt Claire and Cousin Sherry said that they fought monsters alongside Aunt Jilly Bean and Nero thought that was the coolest thing. And it was also why Daddy and Papa weren’t afraid of his “Monster Arm” when Nero showed it to them. He no longer saw it as a Monster Arm, but thought it made him special like Daddy told him.

Though they had both gently explained that they wouldn’t be home a lot and they both were not home during the weekday days, the second they got home, they cuddled him and loved him and Nero was always happy and excited to see them, spending as much time together as they could.

And he cherished that time together, especially loving the weekends when they had off, like this weekend. This weekend, Daddy said that they were going to go to Papa’s work where there was a super special Christmas party. Nero was a little upset that Papa wasn’t there with them, Daddy explaining that Chris had to go ahead and make sure everything was in tip top shape for a very special guest: Santa Claus!

Though, Daddy had to explain who that was during the ride there…and why they put a tree in the living room…and lights everywhere.

“So, dere’s a man who comes into the house and brings pesants?” Nero asked as Leon carried him, making their way through the little Christmas village set up outside of the BSAA, “And he has magic reindeer? Who fly?”

Leon chuckled, nodding his head, “Yep. And since you were on his “Nice List” this year, he’s gonna bring you lots of presents, Bubba.”

“Ohhh…” Nero said, eyes glowing with interest before pausing, “But wait! We don’t have a chimney!”

“That’s where the fireplace is, buddy.” Leon reminded him.

“Ohhhhh….” Nero realized, but then blinked, “But wait! Won’t he catch on fire?!”

Leon merely chuckled as he hoisted the three year-old higher on his hip, reassuring the boy that Santa was magical and fire wouldn’t bother him one bit. They navigated through the building, finally getting to the main area where the giant Christmas tree and presents were, Nero’s eyes lighting up as they laid eyes on the big guy with the long curly white beard and red suit.

“Daddy! There he is!” Nero whispered excitedly, pointing his little clawed finger.

“There he is indeed, Bubba.” Leon agreed with a nod and a chuckle as he went over to where the “Big Guy” was, Nero practically vibrating in his arms, tiny clawed hand loosening and tightening in the material of Leon’s blue dress shirt.

The big guy in the red suit turned to them with warm brown eyes, giving a hearty “Ho ho ho!” and arms outstretched toward Nero, “Hello, there, Nero! Have you been a good boy this year?”

Nero gasped before tucking his head into the crook of Leon’s shoulder and neck, Leon smiling, “Sorry, Santa, he’s a bit shy.”

“Nuh, uh…” Nero mumbled into his neck, peeking back and up through snow white fringe with timid eyes, Santa blinking at him before smiling through his beard.

“It’s alright, Agent Kennedy.” Santa said in a deep voice, Nero perking up at that, looking between Santa and Leon.

“He knows your name too?” Nero whispered in shock.

“He knows everyone’s names, Nero.” Leon chuckled, brushing his hair out of his little eyes, “He’s got a list. He checks it twice. Right, Santa?”

Santa laughed, “That’s right! Gotta find out who is naughty or nice!”

Nero had been facing Santa now, missing Leon’s scowl at the jolly man. Santa outstretched his arms again, Nero feeling brave this time and leaning toward the man, Leon handing the little boy over. Nero sat on the man’s knee, looking up in wonder at Santa. He was utterly speechless, unsure of what to say even as Santa asked what he would like for Christmas. Leon watched with a smile, crossing his arms and coaxing Nero to speak.

Nero looked between the two again, waving shyly, “Um…may I have a toy sword? And some trucks, please?” He asked politely and in a quiet voice.

Santa nodded, “Of course! Anything else, Little Guy?”

Nero blinked up at him, giving a little shake of the head but then paused, “...Can you keep my Papa and Daddy safe this Christmas?” He asked, Leon visibly pausing as well, “Can you keep the monsters away?”

Santa was quiet, smiling and nodding, “I think I can do that.”

Nero smiled back, nodding up at the man, “Thank you so much, Santa.”

The old man nodded once more, handing over a candy cane before letting Nero down, the little boy going to Leon’s side and holding his hand. Jill Valentine came over and scooped Nero up, peppering his cheek with kisses, Leon getting pulled down into Santa’s lap.

“And what would you like for Christmas, Agent Kennedy?” Santa asked, Nero distracted momentarily with Jill.

Leon chuckled, “For my fiance to propose.” He said, throwing an arm around Santa’s neck, crossing his leg over the other, “And for him to be home later at a reasonable time so he can celebrate our baby boy’s first Christmas with us.”

Santa hummed at that, “I think the latter can be arranged. As for the proposal…how do you know that isn’t planned already?”

Leon raised a brow, “Oh? Really? When is that?” He asked in a purr.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise…” Santa said back, leaning down and kissing Leon, Leon meeting him halfway.

The moment was sweet…until a candy cane cracked over Santa’s head, “STAY AWAY FROM MY DADDY!” Nero exclaimed, “ONLY PAPA CAN KISS DADDY!”

Leon looked up at Nero for a moment before looking at Santa with a chuckle, “Sorry, Santa. Didn’t mean to accidentally get you put on Nero’s naughty list.” He apologized as Jill held the squirming boy, taking him over to the sweets table.

Chris laughed underneath the beard and the hat, “I guess we probably should have waited until AFTER the Christmas event to do that.”

Leon agreed with another laugh, both of them watching as Nero wrestled with Jill, the little boy ready to fight Santa Claus, promising to tell his Papa so his Papa could “kick his ass” for kissing Daddy.

[insomnishnik]

pairing : obsessive! dom eren x god complex reader *wink* *wonk*

rating : smut, 18+, fluff, crack (?)

wc : 53k

cw : degradation, choking, semi public sex, art student! eren, cockwarming, pussy spanking, mention of bruises and injuries, breeding kink ish, obsessive behavior, stalking, borderline yandere 😁 also pliz I'm new so if this bad lemme know

summary : at the very end of graduation, it's time to say goodbye, college is over, now off to the real world. But before the farewell, you as the student president arrange the one last time after party as a sweet goodbye message, little do you know eren have other plan.

“DO WE HAVE TO?” you murmured as Hitch pushed your back while both of stepping inside of a coffee shop. Fragrance of coffee bean, vanilla air freshener wafted to your nose, the comforting wooden minimalist arabica design greeted your eyes for its pleasing aesthetic scenery.

"Yes, we have to i mean how bad could it be?" she grinned, pulling your arm to her clutches while both of you scoured inside, "besides, the past must stay as the past, it was just a silly president election it's not like he would hold grudges against you for getting elected," she continued, referring to the big college event far ago before the senior year. 

That one time when you and Eren Jaeger applied to be the student council president, and like how history spoke, the winner rejoiced, and nobody really care about what happens next to the loser. It was a though fight, you were quite determined to take that core position with your persona, you believed that you could bring greater goods for the community, and you DID do good, but Eren fought back passionately, and you remembered you could see fire in his eyes during his speech at the debate election, he may not smart but he's clever, maybe a little aggressive but hell does he moved so many people's heart, you remembered when he was standing tall and brave on that podium while his sea green eyes glued the room together, the intimacy that is fiery and optimistic, but as the whole world know destiny said otherwise, without your own anticipation 

you won. 

And since then your reign begun. You rule well, you made plenty achievements as student president and you never been so proud of yourself, since then you never lose your dedication for your people, and the feel of being a victor, and oh how you loved the feel of being powerful. 

You and Hitch walked upstairs to the second loft of the coffee shop after you both ordered the drinks you wanted, "I dunno Hitch, i don't think that this is a good idea," you mumbled to the girl next to you, while you scratching the back of your ear, "when Armin said not to mess with Eren i think he meant it."

Sure you were delighted with your victory, but you still couldn't help yourself to feel bad for Eren, there's this strange tingle of guilt vine your stomach when you, the possessor approached your ex rival far a month ago, he gave you this bitter dirty look as you waved him a polite good morning, then he stormed off without a single word, you felt like he was prestige to look into your eyes since then. 

"And when i said he was a wuss, and a man child for going all off emo after that election i also meant it," Hitch rolled her eyes, she pat your back as a reassurance before you two finally found the person you've been looking for, almost unrecognizable from the last time you guys bumped to each other, for a moment your eyes widened to the now Eren Jaeger.

 There he was sitting all pretty at the smoking area, his hair was pulled onto a messy bun with a few loose strands on his nape, he was far more built than the boy you used to know, his bushy eyebrows looking furrowed to a sketchbook, the charcoal pencil he's holding dances on top of it. He was styled in a thin knitted black long sleeve top that hugged his muscular body tightly, army green cargo pants, and combat boots — you know, those kind of boots you wear to a rock concert just to kick someone — his rolled sleeves, revealing his veiny arms that covered with tattoos. His long legs is stretched to the chair next to him while he is leaning against the wall. 

Hitch glanced at you, she cackled noticing you googling at Eren, she pulled you by your wrist approaching the brunet, "you'll be fine," she snickered, while you could only let out a soft sigh, here goes nothing. 

Hitch signal her presence to Eren with a light cough, a small thud hit the surface of his sketchbook after he dropped his pencil. His gaze shifts to both of you who were standing by his side, he raised his left brow when his eyes met yours, you stared back at Eren and he outstared you blankly, "Jaeger," you hesitated. 

About time you finally came to me.

"Y/N," he replied, calling you by your first name. His expression never change, they're rather cold, unimpressed, he studied both of you, then back to you, he lift his chin up as he locked his eyes on you, "you brought a friend." Intruder, he finally said after a brief silence, Eren closed his sketchbook and then cracked his knuckles, Hitch pulled you, taking a seat in front of Eren. 

"Now let's skip the chit chat, because by the way Eren, you smells musty," Hitch waved her hand in front of her face, she's not wrong though, he smells like tobacco and axe body spray. Furthermore when Hitch explained the reasons of hers and yours arrival to Eren, his gaze never really left you, sometimes he would spare Hitch small glances and nods as confirmation of himself still listening, but his attention was on you. 

And you willingly stares back, you still couldn't read his expression, they're as calm as the morning blue sky, they're just so empty it sucks you in, maybe it's the blunt hatred and envy from him for your presidential position, or maybe it was something else, you even almost think that you two are basically eye fucking each other. 

You extended him the proposal and the selected material details to him, it's almost graduation, and you're running out of time to find someone who could make an exclusive design for the jackets you are planning to make as a gift for the after party event. The other councilor members and you also haven't decide the theme yet, it has to be perfect. Your last hope is Eren, the fine arts student all the girls in school droll over, even though his charisma was slightly dimmed after his loss at the election, he still got his charm, and you really prayed to Goddess Fortuna because you don't want to risk looking for someone else to customize this specific special item and just to get disappoint by the erratic result, at least when Eren agree to take the work, someone could watch over.

"No fucking way," Eren let out a smug chortled, "the president needs my help," he added in a sneering tone. Cute. 

"So you agree or not Eren," you try to suppress your nerve, and you really try not to punch his cocky face, the way he throw his head back a little so he gave you this kind of kubrick stare, gazing into your soul as if he wants to eat you alive, and just like they said, if looks could kill, you're probably be ripped apart by now. 

"What if i say no?" he continued, tapping his boot's toe on the wooden floor. 

"You'll waste your talent," you gift a thin smile that hides a very big urge to stab him repeatedly. 

Eren chuckled, he looked away towards the window before he lean forward to you, "What happen to the other art students, L/N? Did they finally acknowledge your overly perfectionist bossy self or what?" 

"And what about it?" you argued, leaning to his face, he wanted to humiliate you, he wanted you to get on your knees and beg, but you still have your dignity. 

"Uh, what is this," Hitch hesitated, "i am highly uncomfortable with the atmosphere we created in this room," what's with the eye fucking? Hitch thought, she felt like she's interrupting a really heated make out session but instead of kissing it was exchanging pure hatred, Hitch nudged you by your elbow, giving you a look. 

You gritted your teeth and pursed your lips together, leaning closer to Eren's face, "Alright, if this is about that stupid president election we had together grow up Eren! The world doesn't evolve in your stupid drama queen head, so please since i'm asking you nicely before i could fu-" You stopped your bust as a waitress came over with the drinks you ordered earlier, you glared angrily at Eren as you caught a tug of amused smirk at the corner of his lips, it was the fact that you desperately needs his help but still play all bitchy, he found it funny. 

Sure you have your dignity, and he is willing to destroy it just because he can.

After the waitress left, you tasted your fresh latte angrily, making Eren chuckled under his husky breath, while on the other side Hitch is silently witnessing the tense between you two. 

"Fine," Eren broke the silence after a few minutes since the waitress left, "i'll take the work." he sat up, you nodded and watched as that key necklace of his dangling out from his collar, and when your eyes laid on the toned chest that peaking under his shirt, you gulped your saliva and quickly looked away, "good, thank you for your understanding."

You clasps your hands together and you could hear Hitch's faint sigh of relief, "great so now i think we have our deal, you know Professor Levi's tea shop right? tomorrow we're doing a gathering, be there before 8, and if-" 

who says that i'm finished doll? Eren tug another smirk, "but with some condition."

⊱✿⊰

"For real? No party organizer available until next January?" you groaned in frustration, frantically flipping through pages of your journal, Hitch and Armin walks by your side to the long table area.

Chaos. 

Chaos everywhere, you feel like your head is going to explode, your blood boils, and there's this uncomfortable anxiety under your skin, crippling under you and devouring you slowly. You've been overworked yourself the entire night after your meeting with Eren, you were brainstorming for your graduation speech, activity recap, and of course other ornaments for the very last project you're having in your senior year, you cried for three hours while listening to montgomery ricky then cried again over the document you accidentally deleted. 

You're exhausted.

Mentally and physically, you woke up with puffy eyes and wrecked brain, but you knew that everything must go on, and no, you won't back down, everything has to be perfect, 

It has to be perfect. 

Hitch pouted as she watches you typing on your laptop, she snakes her arms around your waist and leaned her head against your shoulder, watching you making some kind of budget recap, "sweetie you should rest and lay down." She spoke with a soft smile. 

You pursed your lips together before you leaned your head on top of hers, not leaving your eyes from your laptop, "thanks Hitch, but i'm alright, i'll just finish this and i'll take a break for a bit." You just can't really trust anything without yourself being under control or watching over, you're afraid that everything would astray far from your definition of 'perfection,' this empire you've been building, and this is your last legacy the next generation will remember, and you wanted it to be remarkable. 

"No dumbass, the last catering service was too expensive and apparently our university was filled with cheapskates." argued a voice from across the room.

"Well we have no choice???" other voice argued back, "Or we can rely on your very bad cooking skill Kirstein, just pray nobody's gonna die from food poisoning." 

You huffed at the sight of Ymir and Jean who was sitting face to face on the floor, both are on their phone scrolling on google, you looked around and found Sasha, Marco and Connie, chatting across you, and you looked over to the three people next to you, your vice president Hitch, your treasurer Armin, and your secretary Mikasa. You couldn't help yourself but smiling at your team, they works so well. 

Then you frowned as your realized something, "Have Eren-" 

A short blonde girl with a tray of drinks and snacks entered the room, "Y'all snack time!" she called out with a large grin on her face.

Ymir's face lit up as she walked up to her girlfriend, Sasha sprinted towards Historia, going feral over food as usual. 

"Ugh finally," you chuckled to Jean's mumble. Soon, half of the room crowded the blonde girl, reaching for snacks and drinks, your eyes fixated as you slowly notice the presence of the familiar sea green eyes, you watches as Eren strolls inside of the meeting room, he yawned before he took a seat on Hitch's place, your frowned slightly, "excuse you?" 

"Excuse me?" he replied, plastering that damn cocky smile, he looked to you up and down, definitely mocking you under his degrading gaze, dammit y/n did you overworked yourself?

"Well have you look at yourself, President." he snickered, suddenly a sketch design laid in front of you, you shift your eyes to Eren, before you took the papers on your hands. Soft grazes of colored pencil and ink, the art was delicate yet firm, "what is this?" you asked dumbly to the design of two bomber jackets, each of the jackets has their own scrawled side notes of the color details, embroidery, and even fabric material.

"Both jacket will be make from satin, no argument, satin," Eren spoke, he pointed his polished finger nail to the design, "the girls will have the yellow one, the boys will take the red, it'll have our Uni symbol and our number," he explained, "should be ready as soon as possible," Eren watches you closely, waiting for you to say something. Part of him.....just wants you to react, just anything, just any reaction exclusively for him. 

You blinked slowly, wow. Honestly it's beautiful, looks like it was Harajuku style inspired, you can't wait to touch the final craft, you glanced at Eren, "thank you," you spoke finally, "it's really beautiful."

I'm glad you like it. "Of course it's beautiful, i made it," he replied with a smug face, he cracked his knuckles then tapped his fingers to the wooden table, "now now, what do we have here." 

It was part of Eren's condition. One, he wanted to be fully involved in the graduation ceremony prep and the after party. Two, most importantly nobody touch his creation while he have full control of it, you reluctantly gave him the responsiblity to handle the venue decoration and the theme, most of the people in your team weren't really pleased with that decision, but like you all have time to think? But after considering it, you felt like it would be good idea to have extra hands helping. 

Anything,

To reach the absolute perfection.

⊱✿⊰

"I'm so glad, that this is almost over, because i could not bear drinking another monster and espresso or i might get caffeine intoxication," you grinned as you earned chuckles through the dinner table, it was all paid off, and the grand event was right in front of your eyes, you could already imagine yourself standing on that podium, delivering your grand speech, high and god like.

But now, celebration first. 

The admiration looks from your team and the last year student council team — who decided to join for the gig — feeds your ego, there's Zeke, Nicolo, Reiner, Pieck and her girlfriend Yelena, Porco and Bertholdt. Your friends really look up to you, from the day you earned your position, they knew they could count on you. "Thank you, thank you for all of the hard works this season, i would never ask for a better team, you guys are the best that i could ever wished for," you grinned and picked up the can of beer from the table, everybody raises their drinks, and you looked at the edge of the table, where your graduated senior, Zeke Jaeger sitting down, giving you a proud look, he was a student president before you, "this is for everyone, our community has never been this great, because you all dedicated your hearts." As you cheers together, you looked around, something is missing, you can feel it, yet you can't find any solid answer for that feeling. 

It was a simple outdoor Korean barbecue party in your house's backyard, after all done, you wanted nothing but to treat your friends, because that's what they deserved for serving you right. It was returning favor, while waiting for the meat to be cook perfectly by your senior Nicolo, you sat besides Mikasa as you both chats, while Armin was next to her, busy with his phone. In the distance, chaotic guitar strums and jams from drunk Connie and Jean cracking the air together with everyone that hyping them up. You pressed your chin against Mikasa's shoulder while both of you giggling over a twitter thread. 

"Eren said he's coming over," Armin announced to both of you, he looked down to his phone and let out a heavy sigh. 

So that was the missing piece. 

"Why's the sigh?" you asked Armin.

Armin hesitated, he looked around everywhere that isn't you, he rubbed his hand through his undercut, it feels like watching someone having a very conflicted mind war with themself, he then finally impaled you with a mixed expression, "Y/N," he started, "i don't know how to say this but....." He glanced over at Mikasa, and you followed him. 

The dark haired girl rather gave him a surprised expression, a some kind of you did not! look. You exchanged the utterly confusion to both of them, Mikasa nodded slowly, "She needs to know, Armin." 

"I need to know what?" 

"What are you guys talking about?" you turned around and sees Eren standing right in front of you, bruised up and bleeding, his knuckles was fucked in a shade of dark red and purple, strands of hair falling in front of his face, Mikasa quickly stood up, "Eren did you—"

"Yes i did," he shot her a cold glare, you could see from the corner of your eyes that Zeke started to approaching, Eren's eyes then finally found Armin, who's looking scared and nervous more than ever, "tell me, what's the interesting story Armin?" his tone was striking and icy, under his husky voice, you could track hints of slurs because of alcohol. 

Armin went quiet, he gripped his knuckles, what is this? something must happened and you didn't know, and you hated that. You hated when things was out of your reach. "It's okay Eren, you should check your wounds, they look pretty bad," Armin swallowed, his words came out more threatening than he anticipated. 

"No, no, no, i wanted to know what you gonna say to Y/N," Eren moves closer to Armin, "you are not trying to tell her anything bad about me right?" 

They looked like they're ready to throw hands, but Zeke was already slips between them, holding the both boys's chests with his flat palms, "come on now guys, let's not." he hesitated.

"No, let's." Eren insisted, he slapped his brother's hand, you quickly pulled him down by his arm, he flinched when he felt your touch, Eren glance at you, and for a split second his eyes went soft, it was that soft that you felt nothing but pure affection from his sea green eyes, then something took over his body, he suddenly pulled you by your collar, lifting you up, moving your face closer to his.

His eyes were bloodshot, you squeezed his wrists while kicking your feet on the air, "you," he growled, his warm breath smells like alcohol, you blinked slowly, scanning Eren's animalistic glare, but there is no hate in his eyes, you found yourself trying to look for it but there it none, instead there's this raging desire, he looked at you like you were his prey, "Eren-" you choked, for the first time, you feel powerless.

"I hate you," he hissed, but all you could sense was lie, his mortal fingers squeezing you so deadly but you feel the comfort of it, the bizarrely embracing lust, and his existence blurs all the noises around you, just you and Eren Jaeger. "you took everything from you," he continued, "i woke up everyday wishing you dead." 

You knitted your eyebrows, and you feel your godly ichor rushes back through your veins, a disgusted smirk appeared on your face, belittling him for lying, "liar." 

Then huge arms pulled Eren from you, tackling him to the ground, Mikasa caught you before you hit the ground, Hitch stepped in front of you, shielding you from Eren who was struggling under Zeke, "Eren what the hell!" she shouted. Mikasa helped you up and pulled you close to her chest, "Y/N are you okay?" she sounded so scared, questions and assumptions popping in your head about what happens between Mikasa, Armin, and Eren. You looked up, finding Reiner helping Zeke restraining his own brother. You knew a minute ago that guy attacked you, but seeing Eren in that position just feels so wrong, you never thought you'll get drew by a guy like Eren Jaeger, but here you are finding yourself shoving aside your pride while approaching the two blonds. You put your hand on Zeke's shoulder, squeezing them gently, "it's okay," your delicate tone shocks him, "let him go Zeke." 

You could feel everyone giving you a jaw drop, but when all eyes on you, you find yourself only looking at Eren. 

After a tense moment, Zeke and Reiner finally let go of the brunet, you pulled Eren up then you put the tip of your fingers to his chin, examining his wounds, he scoffed and avoided your eyes, dropping his eyes to the ground. "Let's get that clean up," you mumbled and dragged him by his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. Leaving everyone in a ambiguous silence. 

"Why are they leaving? the wagyu is ready."

You walked upstairs to your room, no words exchange both of you before you finally entered the bathroom with Eren, you let go of his hand, your heartbeat strangely skipping inside your chest, while you were searching for the medicine kit in the cabinet, when you finally turn around, you found Eren already sitting on the toilet seat, you kneeled down in front of him and you opened the medicine kit, you pulled a towel from the drawer and stood up, wetting it in the sink, "what happen?" you finally spoke. 

Eren let out a deep chuckle, he wiped his bloody nose with his thumb then wiped it off on his jeans, gross. "Why do you care," he asserted. 

You rolled your eyes and kneeled back in front of him, with dripping wet cloth on your right hand, "please you stormed on me, lifted me up and looked at me like you wanted fuck me against the table while also wanted to burn me alive at the same time." you gave him a judging look. You took his hands, and then slowly pressed the dampen cloth on his bloody knuckles, he didn't flinch, Eren remained silence while he watches you. You could feel his smirk while you were treating his wounds. "Have i told you how hideous you look tonight?" he asked quietly. 

"No, tell me." 

Eren then moved his left hand away from you, extending them, he caressed his thumb on your cheekbone, made you froze, his hand then traveled to your ear, it tugged your hair behind them, "i cannot." He whispered softly. 

You looked up, and put the now reddish cloth on the floor, you moved closer to the burnet in front of you, you intertwined your fingers with his once again, the tense on his shoulders visibly relax while his pupils widened to the presence of you, "now would you tell me what happen?" your voice sweetened, melodic in his ear, and it seems like he's lured enough by it. 

Eren huffed a chuckle, he looked down to both of your hands, "Had a fight with Pops," he shrugged, "took the anger on the wall." You moved closer to his face, close enough to smell the liquor in his breath. Eren stared at you, he never imagine he would have the blessing to be this close with you, he was always watching you from afar. Those interrogation towards Armin regarding you, questions after questions on your personal life, forcing Armin to dug deeper and helped Eren fulfilling his needs on you, he'd followed you after school, to your favorite coffee shop, your home so he'll know your address, to where ever he could reach you, man... he'll go after you to the edge of the world if that's where you're heading. 

"Do you still hate me?" you asked, and to be honest the question kind of scares you, because after these past few weeks of spending more time with Eren Jaeger, you finally caught in his fire, his flaming intimacy you thought was long gone, and you also surprises yourself for not getting pissed off by the feeling, because it makes you feel vulnerable. 

Eren grazes his thumb on your jaw as if you were made of glass, he kneeled down to the floor with you, so you both could be equal, no high ground. "The truth is my darling, i never was," he confirmed, "after you won that election it was my last straw because from the first time i laid my eyes on you, Love.... You have bewitched me body and soul," he's been watching over you from the distance and you still as pathetic as he could remember, maybe it's the way you stole glances at him, the way you would secretly checking him out but little did you know that he notices everything, he's been reading you like an open book without having to flip through every pages, because you already spread open for him, "you have became the very thing that is out of my reach, Love. And for i have fancy you, and you'll be mine not just in my mind but fully," and he is itching to taste you. His warmth envelopes you to a sense of safety, he trails his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you melt like a candle on fire. Right above you stand an entity greater than yourself, the essence of mystery that fold itself in front of you, and with the universe speak between you, everything is a clarity. 

And you, you don't get it, you thought it was all envy to the position you have, and for the first time, you crave something other than power, "Did you just quoted Pride and Prejudice for me, Jaeger?" you snakes your arms around his neck while his growing bulge strokes on your clothed cunt, the rough material of his jeans made your arousal grow thicker, "my, my, my i used to think that you were just a pretty face with zero common sense," you teased, nuzzling your nose against him. 

His husky chuckle vibrates against your skin, without warning he pushes you up against the wall and you immediately jumped onto his waist with your legs, you gasped as your back hit the cold surface, Eren kneading your butt cheeks as he was holding you up, his chest pressed on yours, warm breath mixes together, "ouch, did you just call me dumb?" you snickered, Eren tilts his head before he smirked, "maybe we could be equally dumb after i make you babble nonsense with my cock." His mouth devouring yours feverishly. Frantic gestures rid you and him of clothes on your body, while you helped Eren unbuckling his belt, his teeth grazes yours, tongues fighting for dominance with each other, he latched his lips onto yours, hungry for more taste, you started to sucking his bottom lip while Eren savor your taste, he pushes more for a deeper kiss, his hand fondling your clothed boob, then it slipped under them, as he found your stiffened nipple, you felt his smirk between your kiss, and a moan escaped from your lips, they're already swollen and you knew you needed air soon, but without your realizing, you already breath through his air through the kiss. 

You unhooked your bra while Eren pressed you harder against the wall, his cock was already free from his jeans and boxer, his beautiful tip was coated in precum, when you finally exposed your breasts in front of him, the animalistic side possessed him back, Eren kneads your breasts greedily causing you to mewl, shivers running down your spine, and you unconsciously grinds you drenched cunt against his waist, Eren cackled. 

"What a fucking whore, you looked like a cat in heat." 

You whined when his flat palm hit your cunt, he rubs the dampen clothed surface of your clit, Eren brought his mouth to your breast and started to circling his tongue on your nipple, making your back arched and you grinding to nothingness of his waist, "whore," he spat, a string of saliva bridge between your skin and his lips, "is this what you called a student president? i don't think so." Eren grip your throat and slowly adding pressure to your air circulation with his index finger and thumb, his other hand has been stroking his own cock for awhile, he uses his precum as lube and your eyes twinkled to the beautiful sight. 

Your lips parted, he let out a throaty groan to your ear just to tease you, "what if i just jack myself and leave you like this?" the menacing grin appeared on his face, your desperate look just pleased him even more, he groaned under his breath as he feeling himself twitching, and your drooling pussy just looking tastier than ever, Eren inhaled and faked a pout, "aw, what is it? don't you want to walk around with my cum dripping from your slutty hole aren't you? that is sinful my Love, won't it gonna stain your pride, Miss President?" 

You cursed under you breath, and another slap landed on your cunt, you threw your head back as Eren squeezed you against the wall, "nu uh, bad words," he growled, "what do you want, Y/N? Use your fucking mouth if you want something, did your parents never tell you?" another hard slap on your cunt made you gasp, you cried louder, and Eren shushed you while peppering kiss on your naked shoulder, "careful darling they might hear you from downstairs." 

He pecked your nose before he finally aims his cock to your entrance, stroking his tip to your dripping cunt, "what do you want, Y/N? say it." He repeated.

"Your cock!" you whimpered, "please pound me with your cock.... please Eren.. i just want it inside.."

He slammed into you, causing you to let out a sharp noise, "Oh, like this?" Eren felt your soft warm walls hugging him so tightly, as if you guys just fit so perfectly together, he held his hand on your tummy to prevent you from grinding your greedy self, letting your cunt clenching him by itself, "fuck you're so tight my Love," he groaned subtly. 

"E-eren please move..... i'm begging you...." you sobbed so pathetically. Eren moved his face close to yours and pinned your wrists above your head, "this will need an outcome don't you think?" he tilted his head, making you wept for his cock to move even more, suddenly an idea popped in his head, "I will move," he said, "i'll shoot my loads in you and then you'll be mine, i want you to want me so badly, i'm going to imprison you, and then.... just then...it'll be just you and me, always and forever," he dug his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent so they'll stay in his head, but he knew it won't, you're his own personal drug anyways, "promise, Darling?" Eren whispered against your skin.

You shivered under him, your eyes rolls at the back of your head, your pussy is aching with lust, so needy for his cock. You quickly nodded your head, "p-promise." 

Eren kissed your neck, sucking them briefly, leaving a visible mark on your soft skin, "good girl."

He pulled his cock from you, leaving just the tip, before then he impaled, filling you up with his length, he slide so easily onto your meat, your legs shivered as he endlessly pushed deeper inside you, and you could feel his tip kissed your cervix, Eren then started to moves at a quick pace, "you like that so much hm? taking my cock like a little slut," he said velvety, turning you on even more. He buried your moan into a deep kiss, his big arm scoot your hips close to him as he ramming his cock with no mercy onto your walls, his other hand still pinning your wrists, as if you're gonna escape from him. You started to rolling your hips on him, making him move more faster, you're both skin to skin, grinding onto each other desperately, "Eren....s'big...so deep..." you moaned. He continues to pound into you.

"Fuck, that's right baby say my name."

"Eren!"

After a minute he completely stopped, you opened your eyes and your face shows confusion, before you could ask any questions, he suddenly slams all of his length into you, causing you to yelp both in pain and pleasure, the lewd sound of skin slapping made you curl your toes, he pounding into you like there's no tomorrow, you threw your head back, your tongue lolling out from your lips, he slamming all his length in and out of you repeatedly until you're a shaking panting mess, an amused look plastered on his cocky face, and his hips didn't stop dipping on you, not letting you think straight or put up any fight, "come on, fucking take it like the cumslut you are."

You choked on your breath as the knot in your stomach getting tighter, "E-ren... hugs...hugs....?" you purred to him, he finally let go of your wrists and let your head fell against his shoulder, he increases his phase that you didn't know was possible, you warped your arms around him as he did to you, and you dragged your nails through his sweaty back, Eren started to whisper sweet nothings as he felt himself twitching, he slurred curses underneath his groaned, his veins popped as he gripped you tightly, his muscles flexes at each moves.

You didn't dare to question him when he said that he'll fill you up inside, because no matter what your answer is, he'll do it anyway. The sight of his hard rock abs and v lines sent you over the edge, “Eren i’m gonna cum—“

“cum with me, Darling.” 

You tasted the bitter tint in your tongue as you started seeing stars, you vision went black as Eren rides you to your orgasm while fluid started dripping down your thighs, your body is shaking uncontrollably, Eren let out a loud groan as he riding himself to his own high using your abused cunt, he shot his warm thick load onto your womb, making sure you take all of it, you buried your face on his neck, he slowly pulls out his cock and watches the white liquid oozing from your hole. Eren lifted up your chin, he cupped your cheek and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, mixing your pants together, “mine.” he moaned to your soft plump lips.

“yours."

⊱✿⊰

[somer-joure]

In related news, let me tell you that having the Ducktales theme and ‘Last Sled to Dawson’ stuck in your head at the same time is a trip.

[hitman-3-mod-offline-5g]

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[feltpool]

Exploiting clones for fun and profit

I'd be interested to see if the Bad Batch shows us an onscreen parallel between the Kaminoans and Cid and how they've both used the clones while also needing them?

Because my brain has been turning this over and while they're both heavily invested in their businesses and see the clones as an asset to be exploited for profit their approaches are very different.

Kaminoans:

The clones have always trusted the Kaminoans, they're the closest thing to parents that they have, and they're reliant on them for absolutely everything until the moment they leave to do their duty. BUT, they've been raised and trained to trust them absolutely, their trust in them has no real basis in anything.

As for the Kaminoans, while they appear to treat their products well, it's in a very cold and distant way. They don't have any deep feelings for the armies they churn out, and why would they? They're a product which will live briefly and die screaming on a battlefield somewhere. Expecting them to become emotionally attached to the clones would be like a Heinz employee becoming attached to their cans of beans. They’re nothing more than livestock in their eyes.

Omega *seems* to be the exception here since Nala Se made a specific effort to hold the doors and let her run off with the boys. BUT that could have far more to do with her not wanting Tarkin to get his hands on her special science project than any actual desire to keep a little girl safe from harm.

Both because it might reveal that they’ve been running their own side projects on the Republic’s budget and because (like the Techno Union with Echo) her loss would represent a “devastating blow to [their] profit margin” not to mention a significant loss of time and experiment information.

Cid:

A bunch of clones walks into a bar sounds like the start of a joke, but in Cid’s case it represented an opportunity she never saw coming.  She’s quickly on the defensive to start with, but once she sees how naive and desperate these boys are the credit signs light up in her eyes and she offers them a job she doesn’t really expect them to be able to achieve.

For all her reassurance to Bib Fortuna’s face the minute he isn’t looking (when he turns away because he’s heard Muchi) she looks totally shocked with her mouth dropping open, eyes wide, eyebrows flying up.

She keeps her shock way more under control, only looking mildly surprised, once she gets outside and is greeted by the sight of the whole group on her doorstep, all limbs intact, and Omega riding the baby rancor. But it’s clear that whatever she was expecting to see, it wasn’t that.

Following their success with that job her hopes for their continued success are raised and she has a high expectation that her boys will deliver what she asks. So while she’s pissed over the loss of the tactical droid and the damage to her cash flow (and maybe her reputation too?), she maybe decides that she expected too much of a group who are largely untested as yet. She doesn’t make grandiose threats towards them, just makes it clear that she expects them to make up for it.

She expects the team to cover their expenses and clear their slate, she doesn’t owe them any favours but in covering their expenses so far has manoeuvred them into a place where they’re in debt to her, like it or not. But, thus far, Cid has upheld her end of the bargain. She’s paid them (however badly) for the jobs they’ve done and come through with the info the team asked her for. She’s well aware of the advantages to them having a mutually beneficial arrangement (although obviously she’d prefer to benefit more than them) rather than just selling them out to the Empire for a one off payment.

Cid is very forthright in both what she wants and what she expects from the clones. She wants to make money and she wants them to make it for her. She’s shrewd enough to spot just how needy they are right off the bat and offers them a deal both sides know is terrible for them, but everyone also knows they can’t afford to refuse.

I doubt she’s above playing two sides off against each other, but going against the Empire is a highly dangerous thing and she’s already playing with fire just by having them hanging around her place. And she knows that. She knows the standard of clientele she gets in her bar, she’s knows how quickly they’d give up info to any stormtrooper who came asking about the boys.

Having a connection to them puts her in a position of risk, and when the Empire come to track the team down they’re going to turn up at her door sooner or later. And it’ll be at that point where we’ll find out where her loyalties really lie.

Cid is curmudgeonly and unsentimental. She’s focussed on her business interests and has no personal attachment to the team or about the jobs they do for her. She’s quick to exploit a weakness when she sees it and isn’t above pointing it out in order to make an oblique threat.

Or is she? She’s got an office filled with items which could well be personal trophies, especially given the hunting nature of Trandoshans. She’s been quick to assign nicknames to team members and she’s allowed them to hang out in the bar for target practice and, despite her grumbling, catching up with Rex. She didn’t complain about Omega’s bow practice chasing off customers, damaging property or making a mess, instead she gives a rapid fire demonstration and advises Omega build up the strength in her arms. 

So, is she the cold, uncaring reptile she appears to be, or is she the epitome of ‘stern and gruff with a heart of gold’

In conclusion:

Out of the two of them I think the Kaminoans are the most likely to sell out the clones for their own gain, whereas Cid will grumble and bluster but ultimately stand by them ‘protect her investment’ since they’ve helped her make such good profit.

[tyrovne]

*     𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨     ›    @cconexiones​.

buenas bbs no saben lo emosionada que ando por aquí ah pero sí,,,, mimi reportándose con dos (2) estúpidos para armar conexiones bien lindas o no tan lindas, jé. debajo del seguir leyendo podrán encontrar la respectiva info. extra de tyrone de villiers, como la de nélia desjardins para que así todo sea más facilito. con un pequeñín likaso al posteo les iré corriendo a im’s para charlar headcanons and stuff（*´▽｀*）

intro: tyrone de villers. veintitrés años. tercer año de arqueología en st. abel of reims ( matriculado ). miembro del club de esgrima, portugués y latín y lenguas bíblicas.

pinterest: https://pin.it/3JYTLcw

conexiones: https://tyrovne.tumblr.com/relaciones.

expediente: https://condenadoshq.tumblr.com/post/655743413426208769

hijo de dos historiadores y coleccionistas de gran renombre, siendo así como surgió la pasión de tyrone por la arqueología y los tesoros arqueológicos.

es,,,,,,,, un basurita. nació en la alta élite y le encanta. el dinero, ser alguien importante, that’s what he lives for. aunque desde la adolescencia empezó a renegar un tanto de sus padres ( no tanto de su fortuna ) ya que quiere conseguir algo por sus propios medios y que no se le sea brindado en bandeja de plata.

lindo y lo sabe :-/ se aprovecha de su apariencia de ser necesario. un fuckboy if u ask me. iconic bisexual.

problematic.

apostató a los dieciocho pq para dios él. no cree en la religión y era su forma de decir fuck u!! a sus padres, pero claro, de querer ser parte de st. mary magdalene tenía que ocultar apostasía, falsificando cualquier documento requerido.

en resumen se quiere un montón u_u

intro: nélia desjardins. veintiún años. primer año de biología en st. abel of reims ( becada ). miembro del club de ruso, ecología, jardinería, arco y flecha.

pinterest: https://pin.it/7owrkoo

conexiones: https://neliavs.tumblr.com/relaciones.

expediente: https://condenadoshq.tumblr.com/post/655813781642952704

a soft bean!!!! mentira,, si le molestas te dará un puñetazo en la cara u_u pq sabe defenderse. ok igual no tan exagerado pero sí es una cutie pie que sabe poner y respetar bien sus limites.

le encantan las plantas, las flores,,, la naturaleza en general. es su gran pasión y le encantaría poder acceder a grado de bioquímica cuando logre graduarse.

su padre es pastor de la iglesia de su pueblo. se unió en sacerdocio cuando la mamá de nélia murió al cumplir ella siete años. familia católica, pero era mamá la que amaba a dios de forma más intensa. siendo esa la razón por la que varón dio sus votos, queriendo honrar memoria de su esposa.

nélia no cree en dios pero tampoco lo niega, simplemente se acostumbró a fidelidad de dogma que cumple por simple rutina.

nerd af!!! logró ser becada en st. mary magdalene por sus altas cualificaciones así como su impecable expediente. gracias a eso, ahora puede volver a retomar estudios que abandonó por impagos a antigua universidad.

bisex.

[theroamingvegan]

A Costa Rican breakfast burrito with gallo pinto!

Gallo pinto: Rice, beans, seasoning and Lozano sauce. Typically served with plantain, cheese and eggs but this is completely vegan!

Urban Farm Cafe- La Fortuna, Costa Rica 🇨🇷

[nihilistic-synth]

Found and rescued this precious baby today while doing my standing.

[chaletnz]

Mistico Park La Fortuna

Tyrza and I were up super early and ready to go for our 5:30am pick up hoping to get to Mistico Park very early and be among the first to enter and walk the hanging bridges. Unfortunately, we were left waiting as our shuttle did not arrive. By the time we had waited a little more than half an hour the hotel's reception had opened and I asked Fernanda to call the tour company and try to figure out why we were not collected. There had been a miscommunication with the driver so they changed our pick up to 7am (and gave us a full refund) and we went for a little walk around and bought a pastry at a nearby bakery that was open early. During this little walk I managed to lose my room key but the driver had arrived so we just hopped in and that was an issue for later. When we arrived at the park, we realised it was admission only and didn't include a guide, we didn't mind though and headed into the park to look for sloths. Tyrza spotted some little animals that looked like raccoons right away and we watched them eating their breakfast and rustling around in the trees for a while. Next I spotted a huge bird that looked a bit like a peacock way up in the trees. I was also fairly confident I saw a toucan in the trees too, but it was so far up I couldn't get a photo of it. Tyrza saw a squirrel and we saw a lot of butterflies and spiders but no sloths. The park was awesome in any case, with about 8 suspension bridges throughout that we took our photo opportunities on. The volcano was still covered in clouds so we couldn't get perfect photos despite our great viewpoint. The souvenir shop and restaurant were super pricy so we just got our driver to take us directly back to our hotel. I looked for my room key along the path we walked as we headed back into town for breakfast and coffee at the Chocolate Fusion Cafe. I went for a mango blueberry smoothie bowl topped with some caramelised cacao beans on top, and a mocha since this was a chocolate specialty cafe after all! It was delicious and probably less than $10 all up. After breakfast Tyrza and I went our separate ways so I could look further for my key. It was starting to get really hot and humid as I was walking around retracing my steps so I went to ask the hotel front desk for forgiveness thinking they might just say okay whatever and be done with it. While Fernanda could sympathise with my day of problems she said it would be $20 to replace the whole door handle. I walked for another hour to search again but it was still nowhere to be found so I reluctantly told them it was gone forever, coughed up the $20, and the maintenance man came to replace the whole door handle and keys. I surmised that someone picked it up and took it or handed it in to some random shop because I searched every piece of the ground and bushes over two hours and asked in a few shops but noone had seen it/didn't understand what I was asking them. By evening it was raining very heavily so when there came a break in the rain Tyrza and I regrouped to walk down to the La Fortuna pub which was empty. Georgi came to join us (not in a rain break so was soaked) and we ordered our drinks, I had a piña colada with ice cream, Tyzra tried a float of the local beers, and Georgi had two pints of the house beer - her typical starter. Once happy hour hit we ordered 6 drinks, 2 each of the Cuba Libre, Mojito, and Guaro Sour and did a mix and match so we could each try two. At another rain break we made a dash to Pollo Fortuneño where we ordered a share plate with ribs, chicken, tortillas, beans, and fried plantains. After dinner we ran into some of the group getting dropped off after their cooking class and salsa lesson so we all went out together for a drink at Lava Lounge. I decided I wanted a sickly sweet dessert brownie with ice cream and Georgi decided it was her now birthday so we all ran with that, she got free shots and a happy birthday song from the live musician in both English and Spanish.

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Word count: 5877

Trigger Warning: Violence/Gore description - Depression cases

Prologue: [Link]

A few weeks later...

November 2nd - 04:05 PM

Nero was walking alone in the middle of a small city on the mainland; despite the weather being brisk, he was wearing his jacket. It was new, but it was like his old one, which had blue leather, zipped with the hood up. He walked slowly but not in a straight line, hands pocketed, and pissed off. His eyes were sunken in, and his beard the length similar to his uncle's.

On his back, he carried his brand new sword Nico made using the remains of his previous one:

"Devil Queen"

Category: Human-made

Type: Slash and Magic Catalyst

User(s): Nero

Description: The ultimate version of Nero's old Red Queen. Its revving function is now fuelled by Nero's demon magic.

The new sword was quite similar to the previous one, but with a few upgrades; it has a chainsaw on one side and a typical blade on the other side. The engine grew a bit in size with larger exhausts. At the end of the handle, a keychain was made of a feather from the man's spectral wings.

From the shadows came a few Riots, Baphomets and Hell Cainas. They slowly circled around him, sensing the rageful aura that surrounded him.

A few Baphomets started the fight by casting ice spikes under Nero's feet. He easily avoided them by jumping backward; while he did so, he grabbed his sword. 

At his last jump, two Riots jumped over him. He had no trouble at all grabbing them by the neck with his Devil Bringers. When the Hell Cainas started to approach, he threw the two lizards at the Baphomets that barely could get out of the way in time and ended up being smashed against the ground. 

A Hell Caina swung their scythe towards Nero's chest. He swiftly parried the attack. Others of its kind got closer and started to sword fight Nero, but he could parry and defend every single swing. At the same time, he shot at the jumping Riots with his recently upgraded gun, which now also had a key charm made with another feather of his spectral wings.

Carnage Rose

Category: Human-made

Type: Fire gun and Magic Catalyst

User(s): Nero

Description: With the upgrade, the gun shoots faster. It's easier to channel Nero's magic through it, making him able to use the special spectral projectiles he would only be able to use while in his Devil Trigger state.

When all of them were trembling on their feet, he carved the sword into the ground, and when he turned the switch on the handle, the chainsaw activated, bursting blue flames from his magic.

He swung his sword against the Hell Cainas and Riots; the teeth of the chainsaw ripped the demon flesh to ribbons as if they were made out of paper. Meanwhile, the Baphomets were starting their ice incantations to stop Nero from killing their comrades.

But it was put to a stop by an enormous bolt of purple electricity, not dead but stunned.

Nero turned around to look behind him. It was Kyrie, with a proud yet nervous glint in her eyes, holding her magical staff with a silver rose at the top.

"That was sick!" he said, pumping more adrenaline into her system.

She wasn't the same opera singer she was in the Order. She changed a lot since the incident, both mentally and physically. Her hair was a medium bob cut with a strip of white parted to the side and is held in place with a feather from Nero's Spectral wing. A small scar on the left side of her forehead was more visible; she got it during the orphanage attack back in Fortuna. She was wearing a long all-black leather jacket, jeans, leather gloves, and combat boots with a few purple details that threw out the outfit.

The oddest part of this new version of Kyrie was her eyes. Her right eye was the usual warm brown that Nero knew. In contrast, her left eye had sectoral heterochromia, with one half of the iris brown and the other half a light blue.

"The spellcasters are yours," Nero pointed to the Baphomets.

Kyrie nodded confidently and ran up to them. They were starting to get up when they noticed her and began to flee. She aimed the rose end of her staff at them. Blades from under the rose opened and started to spin at high speed to channel her magic energy.

A large bean of electricity came out from the wide-open silver rose, obliterating all that was in its path beside one. 

When the bean ended, the staff closed up to cool down. Kyrie kneeled tiredly from the amount of magic used. The sole surviving Baphomet saw an opportunity to strike back. It cast its spell and then threw a sharp ice spear at Kyrie.

Before the ice could impale her tired body, a red energy barrier appeared in front of her, blocking the deadly attack. The border absorbed the impact and then shot back the same amount of force at the demon, killing it instantly.

Nero, who had his arm stretched in Kyrie's direction, controlled the barrier; his eyes were shining green and his facial hair much darker.

Nero nearly yelled at Kyrie for rushing ahead but controlled his nerves and just yelled, "Oe oe, don't use your magic like that! You can't unload everything at the very beginning.." His eyes then returned to blue, and his facial hair silver.

"Sorry, I got too excited," she said, embarrassed. 

He tisked. "If you keep acting like a kid in a candy store, I can't leave you alone. Yet" he said with a teasing tone.

"Ah! No, no, no!" she exclaimed. "I will be kicking demon asses in no time! You will see!"

Nero gave an honest smile to her. He moved closer to her and gave her a chaste kiss on her forehead. "I know you will, darling."

Making her cheeks flush more. 

Minutes later…

Kyrie was at the city's small police station receiving payment for the successful demon hunting and killing. At the same time, Nero waited outside, leaning back on the front part of the van.

He had a numb look in his eyes and a blank expression, hood up and his hand in his pockets. His mind drifted.

Without warning, he started to cough up blood. Fresh red blood hit the pavement, intense pain began to flood his system. He kneeled to the ground, unable to endure the pain.

"No… not again…" he whispered painfully.

Kyrie stepped outside of the police station with the money in hand, excited to show Nero her progress. Unfortunately, her enthusiasm was ripped away when she saw Nero hunched on the ground.

“NERO!" she screamed as she sprinted towards him, also calling Nico's attention from inside the van.

"NO!" he shouted between bloody coughs."Don't touch me!"

Nico jumped out of the van very quickly. "OH SHIT! Don't tell me he…!" she stopped when she saw all the blood dripping not just out of his mouth, but also from his nose and eyes.

"Come on, man! Get inside!" she said as she put her arm around him to pull him up and help it into the van. Kyrie walked over to Nero's other side to help, but Nico made a signal for her to not touch him, which made her apprehensive.

While helping Nero into the van, Nico started to recall past events that were all too familiar to this situation:

Back to August 20th - 06:00 PM

Kyrie was being taken to a modern hospital on the continent. Her wounds were so severe that she had entered a coma. She was only breathing with the help of special equipment. Her head was partially wrapped in bandages around the gash that a demon had inflicted. The room was not expensive-looking, but it wasn't cheap either. There was a comfortable chair for the patient's visitors to rest on by the bed's right side.

The place was dead silent. The beeps of the Holter Monitor was the only sound filling it.

The lights of the room were dim. 

Nico slowly entered the room, looking for Nero. She only saw the empty chair on the other side of the room, behind the bed, from her perspective. "Nero? Nero, where are you?"

After she entered, Lady and Trish walked in behind her. "He's not here?" Trish asked. 

"He should be. He barely leaves her side unless to use the restroom", Nico said very worriedly.

Lady and Trish got closer to the bed to take a better look at Kyrie. They both were shocked to see her in that state. 

Trish, unbelieving the situation of the human girl, said in a depressed tone, "no… why do humans have to be so fragile like this? This is unfair…"

"I know, right?" Nico nearly whispered.

Nico stepped closer to the bed, circling Trish and Lady to be on the other side. Before reaching it, she heard a splash coming from under her shoes. She looked down and saw a small puddle of blood, passing under the bed from the direction of the chair. She hurried over to see what was on the opposite side of the bed.

"HOLY SHIT! NERO!" she yelled in panic.

Nero had fallen out of his chair, unconscious. He had blood coming from his eyes and nose. There was still a little amount of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Trish and Lady went to see what was going on; they both were shocked when they saw the same sight. Nico quickly kneeled and went to check his pulse on his neck. 

Relieved, she told the others, "Thank God, he's alive."

The moment Trish got closer to Nero to assess what had happened, only she could see some flickering blue and red energy strings. It was acting like static around him. Trish stepped back, looking inexplicably scared and confused. Nico immediately noticed how apprehensive she got.

"What's up?" She was confused as well.

"Nothing… I hope…" Trish replied nervously.

She extended her hand towards Nero's head. The moment she touched him, she could see a yellow light string coming out of her hand, trying to connect to the ones that surrounded Nero's body. The moment it touched his, she felt like her entire body was being electrocuted.

She let out a painful scream and fell to the floor.

Not being able to see what truly happened, Lady shouted, worried, "Oh my God! What happened? Are you okay?"

While Trish got back on her feet, she explained, "As I suspected… he's desyncing…"

"He's what now?!" Nico asked, confused.

"Nico, you know the Demonologist, Victor?"

She took a few seconds to respond, confused by the question. "Ah, yes. Why?"

Still feeling a bit of the pain from the shock, she said, "He can explain better how Synchronization works. You need to take Nero there as fast as you can. But to sum up what is happening. He got problems with his demon magic."

Back to the present days…

Nero was lying down on the van's couch. He had a bit of a fever, but the bleeding stopped. Kyrie was just observing him, sitting in one of the chairs. She could see the light strings flashing around him. 

"Can't you see them?" Kyrie asked Nico about the light strings.

"I told you, no. Neither Lady could. It's a demonic magic thing," Nico replied as she was driving at high speed out of the highway.

"Don't touch him. You won't like to get hurt." Nico reinforced.

"I won't, don't worry," Kyrie said, a bit annoyed.

There was dead silence inside the van. Only the engine and the suspension rocking with every bump as the vehicle raced down the road. 

Kyrie looked at her hands, thoughtfully. So much had changed since the attack on the orphanage, it didn't look like it had just passed a bit more than two months. She clenched her fists confidently, and a bit of purple magical energy lightened up.

"OH FUCK!" Nico yelled.

Kyrie ran to the front of the van to see what was going on. Once out, she was more surprised than Nico; it was demons very similar to those that attacked the orphanage, but none of them had armor aside from some chest protection. This time they were being accompanied by new flying fellas that looked like a vulture version of them. The only difference was the black steam mane that, in their case, was their tail, and they were hornless.

They were all being able to run together with the van.

"I got this!" Kyrie shouted.

Before she gets to the door, some of the doggy demons threw their bodies against the van, trying to make it lose stability.

Kyrie trembled on her feet but didn't fall. 

"Just keep going, Nico! Nero needs to get to the doctor," she shouted to her partner.

 "GET OUT OF MY WAY, YOU PIECES OF SHIT! There's a sick person here!" Nico shouted while pushing harder on the accelerator.

Kyrie got her staff and opened the van's door. There was a demon already waiting for her. The monster jumped in her direction in an attempt to bite her. 

Using her elbow, she heavily hit the head of the demon, throwing them back into the asphalt.

Incredibly confident, she did a high jump off the van, and quickly, she adjusted her staff under her feet. As the sclera from her left eye turned black and the pupil shined in white, the blades started to run at high speed, magically. Very similar to Nero's but made out of purple light, enormous spectral wings came out of the silver rose among many lightning bolts. 

She started to ride her staff as if it was a flying skateboard.

She could now understand the demons yelling. "Dragon! Dragon! Give us the Dragon!"

"Even if I knew what you're talking about! I wouldn't give it to you!" She bravely yelled as she closed the van's door.

The flying ones tried to hit her by diving from the sky. She avoided them by quickly swinging on her flying staff before increasing her speed. So much so she went ahead of the van. 

Surprised by Kyrie's speed, Nico gave a quick look at the speedometer. It showed that she was moving at one hundred twenty kilometers per hour; Kyrie was a little faster than that.

 "Holy shit, girl," she whispered with a smile.

"What's going on?!" Nero shouted from the sofa, still a bit dizzy.

"Your girl is kicking demon ass, man!." Nico yelled excitedly.

Nero moved fast so he could get to the front seat to see outside.

Four demons were getting closer to Kyrie and were preparing for a combined attack. Sensing the incoming attack, she got ready for it. At the moment she heard the roaring and seeing the creatures jump, she acted quickly. She willed the staff's wings to fuse, and they then assumed the shape of a scythe blade.

Precisely, she spun her body at high speed, and with the strength of her legs, she swung the blade in their direction. Thanks to inertia, they could not dodge, and the edge cuts through their bodies very smoothly. 

Once she finished her swing, she returned back to the initial position. Looking back, she began grinning in happiness and surprise; her plan worked perfectly.

Nico felt it necessary to pass over the demons' bodies with the van's wheels and did so with a smile. In doing so, the van jumped high enough to take both Nico and Nero out of the seat for a brief moment.

"How this shit still fucking works?!" Nero shouted worrisomely.

Kyrie now had to take care of the avians. They kept attacking her by diving, but luckily she could avoid them all. Still, sometimes she had to rebalance her body, almost losing balance and making Nero's hair lighter than it already was.

She rose in the air and flew over the van's roof. The flying demons, thus, started to aim their claws at her. 

She deactivated the staff's winged mode, landed on the roof, and got ready to hit them full force.

Between their dives and her dodges, she swung the staff to land the heaviest part of it on the demons' bodies or even their heads, heavily damaging them and making them fall on the road.

When she threw away the last one, she started to cheer happily since she had yet to receive a single wound.

"That's it, girl!" Nico cheered.

Nero couldn't help it; he gave a wide, proud smile.

"Hey! I can see the city!" Kyrie screamed.

"Finally, bro… let's discover what is going on with 'ya," Nico said low to Nero.

Nero just took a slow and deep breath, very worried about what's to come.

Pitch Black City - 07:43 PM

The van slowly entered the large megalopolis. Kyrie and Nero were mesmerized by the enormous skyscrapers and the vast number of people walking in the streets, not to mention high car traffic. Kyrie got a bit intimidated with all of that; it was her first time in a big city and the first time out of Fortuna for real.

They arrived at the gate of an enormous and fancy building, perhaps it had more than twenty floors. Once Nico talked with the concierge, a few minutes later, the gates opened. Nico parked the van at a space for visits.

"Follow me now!" Nico told them as she left the van.

The building entrance was so fancy and beautiful that it screamed "rich and high class" to them. At the elevator, Nico typed the floor level on the panel: number forty-two. 

Kyrie got apprehensive as the elevator doors closed. She had to hold Nero's hand to feel more secure around all the top-notch modern technology.

"Are you sure he's trustworthy?" Nero asked, sounding relatively low and a little intimidating.

"Yeah, yeah, man. Hold your fire. He IS trust-worthy." Nico replied quite calmly.

The elevator arrived pretty quickly to the destination. At the entrance hall, there were only two doors. Nico went to knock on the entry labeled as "forty-two A."

A man's voice came from inside, "password?"

"Don't start me with this bullshit, old man!" Nico yelled in a mocking tone.

The door opened, and then a man, around fifty years old, showed. He had very thick glasses, a skin color like Nico's with some freckles and dark brown hair. He wasn't so tall, around 1.60 meters(5′24″ft) high, but his curved back made him look smaller, and he had to use a cane to help him walk. 

"Yep! That's my niece!" The man said happily.

"Uncle Vic!" Nico yelled happily.

They both greeted each other with two kisses on the cheeks. 

The man looked at Kyrie and Nero up and down before raising his hand to greet them. "You must be Kyrie and Nero. I'm Victor Dryblood"

Kyrie did a customary handshake with Victor; however, he slowly did one while staring very suspiciously when it came to Nero.

"Nice to meet you!" Kyrie said politely with a smile.

"It's my pleasure. Come inside. I just made tea." He invited them.

The apartment made Kyrie's jaw drop and made Nero astonished. With an open-concept kitchen, the living room was nearly the size of the apartment they had on Fortuna and looked like it came out of an interior design magazine. There were no walls on the outer part of the building; instead, they had large reinforced windows that allowed a panoramic view of the city. The furniture was mostly black and white and very modern looking while the floor was of expensive dark wood.

"Is he… really your uncle?" Nero asked Nico, suspiciously, though still mesmerized by the place.

"Aye, the only part from my father that doesn't suck…" Nico replied with a disgusted tone.

Nero stared at Victor, trying to see something similar to Agnus aside from the hair and skin color, but it was a bit difficult.

"Agnus is my half-brother, to be exact," Victor explained to them while he got some tea mugs.

Now it made more sense why the lack of resemblance.

As he served the tea, Victor conferred with them, "So, what brings you here? Nico only told me you're having problems with demonic magic."

They were silent, feeling a bit uncomfortable to talk about their situation.

Noticing that, Victor pressured them a bit, "Okay, will Nico have to tell me or what?"

Nero took a deep breath before speaking in an attempt to gain some confidence. "What is… Sync? For a demon, of course…"

That question already helped Victor have an idea of what was going on. He gave a very suspicious look at Nero's face, and he stared deep at the man's tired eyes that weren't even the same shiny blue as they used to be.

"Take your hood off," Victor requested, not taking his eyes out of Nero's.

He didn't want to, but Nero did so cautiously. The white light from the kitchen's LEDs made Nero's face much clearer. His tired face turned to be much more awful, and his eyes were red as if he had cried for hours. His hair was downright messy, like he had not brushed in days. Some wounds, looking like scratches, were noticeable on his scalp. He felt uncomfortable with all of that exposure to a person he just met.

But what mattered most to Victor were his eyes.

"Look at me," he imposed.

Nero didn’t move his head, just his eyes to look at the man.

Nero's sclera didn't have a precise shape. It was something between his demon sclera and a human one; the iris color was also in the same state. Analyzing a bit more of Nero's body language, Victor could see he was breathing heavily. Not only this, but his muscles were exhausted, and under his large coat probably had a very unhealthy body.

"Who told you about Sync?" he questioned.

"Trish did," Nero replied quickly while he brought his hood back up... "She also told me you would know what to do about my… 'desync problem.'"

Victor gazed at Nero's form a bit more before speaking, "I knew it… You're desyncing… but... at this age?"

"What? This is a child thing?" Kyrie asked.

"No… it's a baby thing," Victor said in a worrisome tone in the end.

Nero let out a sarcastic laughing, with a bit of worrying in the end. "Great," he said ironically. "What happens with me now then?"

"If you don't Sync with your parents…" he made a dramatic pause… "you will die," Victor said rather seriously, taking off Nero's ironic smile at the same moment.

They stayed in dead silence for a few seconds, trying to process the information.

"But…" Nico interviewed, "Vergil is with Dante, and they are still in Hell…"

"They… what?!" Victor accidentally lost his composure.

"They got themselves trapped, I guess, in Hell to destroy the remaining Qliphoth roots," Nero said in a low yet angry voice.

"Wait! What they have to do with you?" Victor questioned, quite apprehensive.

Nero let out an annoyed sigh, "According to Dante… Vergil is my father…"

Victor's skin turned pale the moment he heard that, and he started to sweat cold. He let his teacup fall off and splatter tea and the cup pieces all over the floor. He got nervous and began to look away as if he had a terrible realization. 

"Oh, shoot! Uncle! You're okay?" Nico spoke, worried.

It was when, looking at the broken teacup in the ground, Kyrie noticed Victor's prosthetic left leg, that would explain the need for a cane, perhaps?

"NO WAY!" Victor slammed the desk in rage. "T-T-THAT…! BIG ASS MORRON! If I only knew…" 

"Who you're talking about?" Nico was quite confused.

"Da-Dante! That idiot! He n-n-never told me Vergil had a child!" Victor continued to yell angrily.

Drifting his mind away for a moment, Nero thought, "The stutter is a family thing?"

Since Nero didn't seem to want to talk, Kyrie went ahead and asked Victor, "Do you know Dante?"

"Yes, he and Vergil are my oldest clients." He replied, slowly regaining his sanity.

"Why did you get so mad? He hasn't told you about Nero?" Kyrie asked, rather confusedly.

Looking at Kyrie now, he replied, "Dante only told me he left the Yamato with Nero. I don't know why he hasn't told me everything… But… all the Qliphoth mess could've been avoided, I wouldn't have to tell Vergil about the Yamato either."

"YOU WHAT?!" Nero snapped back to the conversation. "You sent him?! Do you have any idea what he did to me?!"

He walked furiously towards Victor at the other side of the table, his fits clenched, ready to do something insane.

"HE RIPPED MY ARM OFF, DUDE!" he shouted, his teeth turning sharper and his eyes slowly turning a bright yellow.

"Stay away from him!" Kyrie yelled at him, putting her staff between them. 

"What's wrong with you?! Let's hear his side of the story first!" she scolded though her face showed visible confusion and concern. Nico was staring at him as well, terrified.

Nero growled as he irrationally wanted to punch Victor in the face. He noticed Victor got ready to grab some sort of small weapon by his waist under the coat, but he couldn't tell what it was. Fortunately, he decided to listen to Kyrie and walked away from him.

Looking back at Victor, Kyrie asked softly, "Please, explain more... How can you tell that if Nero helped Vergil, it would avoid the Qliphoth event? We know nothing about how hybrids work, to be honest."

Before speaking, Victor took a deep breath. "I noticed…" he whispered. "Have you heard about the Magic Spectrum?"

Kyrie shook her head.

"Ahem! So, there's a thing called 'Magic Spectrum.' Imagine a ruler that begins at minus one, the middle is zero, and the other end is plus one. 'Zero' is called 'Void,' also known as everything alive on Earth; Humans, cats, bugs, fishes, etcetera. When you start walking to the minus one edge, you have the demons. Closer to the edge, the stronger the demon.”

"What about the plus one edge?" Kyrie interrupted him.

"Those would be the angels," Nico answered.

"Angels are real?" Nero questioned, surprised but not leaving his angry face.

Victor then responded, "They were once, but no Angel has been seen since the demons expunged them from Earth more than two thousand years ago… They are considered extinct."

Still, without taking his eyes off Nero, he continued, "So! We, 'The Voids', are called like that not just because we aren't magical, but we are as the name says: 'We are empty.' Our bodies are ready to receive magic. Hybrids like you are still a Void, but a "filled void." You're the best of both worlds. You stay within the spectrum from zero to whatever it is close to minus one. That's why you have to build up your magic, also known as 'Devil Triggering,' to use your full demon potential. Let's say that you can…' walk on the spectrum.'"

Nero raised his eyebrows since some things were starting to make sense.

"But now…" Victor continued. "There's the minor spectrum or 'personal spectrum' like some of my area like to call it. Imagine that all magic is like a radio, sending and receiving signals. Each being has its own signal frequency, like magic DNA. A newborn's magic doesn't know how to keep their frequency stabilized and needs their parent's aid to do so… Or siblings from the same parents. It also works between them, but with half efficiency. The Synchronization process is when a parent and their offspring connect their 'radios,' syncing their frequencies."

Nero quickly interrupted him, "Okay… so… I would have to… 'Sync' with Vergil for this shit stop happening with me?"

"Yes, it's the only existing method in your case, and if I had known about you, I would have told Vergil, and you would have been able to save him too. Syncing with Vergil would heal him magically-wise and also put yours in place."

Nico then questioned, "What happened to Vergil?"

"The consequences of his own actions." Victor started to explain with a bit of sadness in tone behind. "Vergil tried to beat Mundus, the Demon King back then but ended up being slaved. Somehow he managed to break free from Mundus' corruption, but that had cost a lot of him."

And so, Victor told them about the last time he'd spoken with Vergil:

Back to 30 May - 04:20 AM

Victor was manipulating a golden orb inside a glass box in his laboratory when his phone started to ring out loud, nearly scaring his soul out of his body. With a bit of difficulty, since he was in a wheelchair at this point, he answered after a few rings but could only hear someone deep breathing on the other side. 

"Hello?" he said with suspicion.

"Ooooh…. good… it's the same… number… *cough cough*" said a man with a feeble and ill voice.

"Who is it?" Victor called out.

"It's me… Ve...Vergil… I need some information from you… quick…" 

It was Vergil at a phone cabinet somewhere around Fortuna. He was wearing a filthy cloak, and his skin was starting to crack like arid soil. He suddenly coughed so hard he threw out blood all over the phone.

"VE-VER-VERGIL?!" Victor shouted. "A-A-ARE YOU ALIVE?! H-Have you sur-survived Mundus' corruption?!”

"...Aah… So… Dante told -cough cough- told you…" he kinda seemed to be surprised.

"H-How?! or… Who?!" Victor asked, terrified.

Vergil held his voice and breath before speaking out loud, letting out grief from deep down his throat, "...She killed him -cough- he didn't deserve that…! -cough cough- I couldn't protect him!... It was just like that day… -cough cough cough- all over again!"

Vergil held his voice and breath, before speaking out loud, letting out grief from deep down his throat, "...She killed him -cough- he didn't deserve that…! -cough cough- I couldn't protect him!... It was just like that day… -cough cough cough- all over again!"

“Who?! The one who helped you?!” Victor asked quickly since Vergil appeared to be in a rush.

"...It doesn't matter… for you… Do you know where Yamato is…?!" Vergil started to sound angry.

"Yes… Dante found it and let over the pro-protection of a young man in Fortuna. H-H-He keeps the Yamato safe in his demonic arm…But a-anyway! where are you?! You ne-need help!" 

Vergil started to sound much weaker, "I just need my sword… I need power…-cough cough- I can't die… yet…But... my magic is killing me…" 

Without imagining what was about to happen, Victor let out: "Dante can help you with that"

"NO! I RATHER DIE!" Vergil screamed in rage, his voice distorted by his decaying health.

Out of patience with Vergil's pride, Victor screamed at him through the call, "Vergil! For God's sake! Stop with this hate towards your brother! It's not what you're thinking! You are distorting everything!"

Victor is interrupted when he hears some insanely and low laughing from the other side:

"The Qliphoth fruit… it will give me…"

“power…!" Vergil grumbled.

"NO! The fruit can't help you with that! It will only-!" But he's interrupted by the beeps of the sudden finished call.

Desperate with the incoming end of the world, Victor tried to contact Dante at the same moment, but every single attempt he tried he always got the same message: the number was busy or inactive at the moment.

It didn't matter how many times he tried, Dante hasn't paid the phone bills anyway.

Hell - Nowadays - Apparently night time…?

At the remains of the dead Qliphoth roots, sounds of some kind of wind bursts accompanied by electric static can be heard from far away. Many rooting bodies of defeated demons were laying around the large open area of the place. 

At the center of it, had a massive portal made with Yamato and Vergil's magic.

Dante was running straight forward to the portal, but every time he got in contact with it, the portal tossed him back.

"Dante!" Vergil called for him. "Dante stop!"

After the last launch, Dante turned to his brother and rather annoyed he asked him, "Are you sure this is the strongest portal you know?"

For much of his annoyance, Vergil wanted to respond in the same tone, but instead, he replied quite calmly, "Yes! I used to do this for Mundus' most powerful minions. But with the power of Yamato, it should be ten times stronger!"

A simple Riot used the open distraction of the brothers and passed through the portal normally.

After witnessing that scene, Dante raised his arms pointing, hands wide open, at the portal with a very annoyed yet surprised face. 

"How then?!" he yelled at his brother.

Vergil took a deep breath before speaking. "I don't know! There are only two possible situations: either we are too powerful beings now OR as hybrids, we need some sort of special portal… or both..."

Dante got up from the dirty ground very tired and lowering a bit his voice and nerves he said, "Did you feel what I felt a few days ago, right? Some bad shit is going on in the human world!"

"I know brother, I know…" Vergil responded. 

Dante let out a tsk before speaking and stared at the portal closing, "Nero will kill us…"

Vergil stared into the closing portal as well and then at the ground with an empty look.

"None of this would be happening If I could protect Baby…" he whispered.

"Eh?" Who? Nero's mother?" Dante asked, quite lost.

"No.," Vergil said drily.

"Da fuck? To be called "baby", who else would be? A child?" He questioned Vergil, more confused than before.

Getting in the middle of their conversation, loud thunderclaps shouted in the sky.

Vergil got scared at the same moment and suddenly started to run away. "We must find cover! Quick!"

"Why bother? Scared of getting a little wet?" Dante tried to mock his brother, that was a bit far already.

Without previous warning, a small rock in flames passed too close to Dante's shoulder, leaving the shoulder pad with a small fire on it.

"VERGIL! WAIT!" Dante screamed while he tried to catch up with his brother.

They both ran away endlessly, trying to find shelter around the remains of the colossal roots to protect themselves from the fireball rain.

To be continued...

Chapter 2: [HERE]

[little-lily-w]

Doing an analysis of the characters of my RP partners with my characters in terms of compatibility.

John Wick:

With Eve: he'd be loved and find peace. Eve would be happy taking care of him. 100%

With Irina: oh lord. House would be on fire all the time. John would go crazy and Irina would be screeching all the time due to him forcing her to behave like an adult. 20%

With Elizabeth: no, no. Even though they both are killers, Elizabeth and her strange... passions... would never be accepted by John and he'd most likely kill her. 0%

Eilblis:

With Eve: oh no my poor bean. She'd be tortured day after day but maybe he'd break her. So I'd say 50%

With Irina: surprisingly enough, I think she would think she can win over him yet enjoy his reactions when put back in place. What can I say? This girl needs discipline. 70%

With Elizabeth: if he is not selfish to share power... They would def enjoy their sadistic pleasures together 90%

Asa Emory:

With Eve: she'd be fascinated with his citizen persona and most likely end up broken in the collection. Asa would probably enjoy an innocence and fragility to destroy and mold to his will. Therefore 90%

With Irina: this is a strong no. She would end up dead in a second. I don't even believe he'd want to collect her. 0%

With Elizabeth: Complicated. They are both psychos. But they both have different "hobbies". Asa wouldn't enjoy a woman ordering around and his lifestyle is more simple. Elizabeth needs luxury. However, they can both benefit in a work relationship and maybe ocassional sex. 30%

Michael Langdon:

With Eve: she'd be fascinated by the fact that he is the anticrist and although she would try to deny It, his elegant charm and well spoken persona would get her. Michael on the other hand, may not like her right away but he'd notice she unconciously wins his heart. 90%

With Irina: oh Michael would have so much fun disciplining her, making her embarrased and bringing her pink world down. And Irina... Irina would be glad to brag about her boyfriend being the Antichrist. 60%

With Elizabeth: hell yes. They'd both match in lifestyle, appeareance and blood thirst. I even imagine them bathing in blood together and doing a ritualistic orgy with victims. However, Michael may lack of love. 99%

Richard Firewood

With Eve: goodbye Eve. You are def dead. If he spares your life, you'll have a hard time. However, he is a type of man you'd enjoy serving. 50%

With Irina: I feel like this brat would be tamed. Like she wouldn't die only because she is a nice distraction. But if she runs her mouth too much, she'll be dead. Also, she thinks her dad Will own his hotel. 20%

With Elizabeth: these two wolves would fight for dominance but they'd enjoy killing together and dominating their victims together. Elizabeth likes his hotel and considers him a nice candidate for a future husband who maybe she won't try to kill this time. 80%

A special mention to Jesse character who I have shared some conversations as Eve. He'd def enjoy Irina!

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