#musing. [ nayeli ]

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Ok, anon I think I accidentally deleted your ask 😭 it was cute tho thanks for asking!

So I like the idea of Trystan and Lyra ending up together (even though I might change that since I liked Nik and the other NB LIs more than I thought lol), but anyways Lyra is someone who does want to be a mom. My current headcanon is that she and Trystan would end up having identical twin daughters named Candice Marguerite Thorne and Alice Nayeli Thorne who are complete opposites, each like one of their parents and maybe a son?? (again, subject to change). I just know they would be the best parents I feel it in my soul. I'll post a fic later about how Lyra meets Trystan and Nayeli (my CoP MC?OC).

I like the idea that after being in relationships with people who were more emotionally distant, she would end up with someone who is willing to be vulnerable around her and show their affection more directly (I can also elaborate on this at a later date).

If I change my mind and keep her with Nik or another NB LI besides Cal and Vera they wouldn't have kids unless they were adopting. Lyra would be kind of disappointed but she would get it. She and Nik would def be Godparents tho

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Omg I love this question so much since I've been having thoughts™️ and I love any excuse to ramble

So if anyone knows me by now, they know I love to make unnecessarily overcomplicated backstories that are part of a multiverse instead of sticking with the provided MCs backstory imao. My original theory was that MC's mom died when she was young, and I didn't really think much of it. But after reading this post, I feel there are more interesting ideas to throw out there so ummm pick your favorite?

Died When Rose Was Young: This could have been in childbirth, disease, a vehicular accident of some kind, or maybe something crime-related since "Jimmy" was a cop. In that last scenario, maybe [insert criminal here] was upset and got revenge against Jimmy, and MC survived/was saved, but they couldn't save their mom in time. Highly unlikely, but angsty circumstances. In this case, MC doesn't remember what happened to their mother and their family may have hidden the truth about the nature of her death

Rose's Mom Ran Away: Maybe her family didn't want her to raise a baby, and they told Jimmy's family to raise them instead. I feel like their mother abandoning them would have been brought up, so idk...

Mom Was Deported: I didn't think about the possibility of the mom being deported and that makes me so sad :( i don't know what to elaborate, but I feel like this would have been brought up at some point unless MC was left in the dark on purpose

Here's the one I thought was most interesting because it sort of combines the previous two and is a little dramatic:

Maybe Rose's mom abandoned them after they were born, as in, she just dipped since she didn't want to raise a child (or so they thought). She left, and Jimmy had to raise MC with his family, BUT he didn't want to tell MC that their mom abandoned them. So, he said she died when MC was born (or another kind of fake circumstance), and MC grew up thinking this their entire life.

Now, in Book 3, MC's mom comes back to Uncle Tommy's bar. She exudes a very mysterious energy, and MC is the only person there. They notice that the woman has similar features and then Tommy comes out and is absolutely speechless as in: "[MC's Mom's Name]..."

Exposition etc. etc. and MC has a lot of mixed feelings ofc and now here's where it gets crazy...MC's mom reveals she's a spy, gang...leader(?), or some kind of secretive job where she had to leave so her family would be safe (she would have been in trouble for falling in love with Jimmy, a cop, in the first place). My current favorite scenario would have Kiss of Death vibes where MC's mom fell in love with a cop, and her mafia family finds Jimmy and enacts revenge, kills him to keep the cops away from investigating the criminal underworld Jimmy knows a little too much about, or something else without knowing MC exists. I mean MC had to stay alive right?? Or maybe the mafia member didn't want to kill a child idk

Anyways, Book 3 could be focused on MC finding out the truth of Jimmy's death with all of their allies and resources and stuff. MC's mom comes along and makes it clear she wants to help since she feels guilty for dragging Jimmy and MC in this mess. They start by finding the person who killed Jimmy and fall down a rabbit hole that leads to a surprisingly twisted conclusion...

Also, I'm bringing back Damien Nazario, he's part of the group now somehow idk. How are you going to have an MC who literally is a Private Detective and NOT BRING UP DAMIEN :(

Along with MC's mom being added to the dynamic, we also spend the whole book trying to rebuild their relationship. The end of the book will reveal MC's mom's true intentions (whether MC's mom was there to leech off of her daughter's success, if her story about protecting her daughter was true, etc.). It could even be like other Choices books where the ending depends on the player's choices/detective score

Each of the conflicts of the books slowly escalates. One was a "local-ish killer," the second killer was royalty, so maybe whoever killed Jimmy was a higher-ranking/more powerful individual 🤷🏽‍♀️

I wrote an entire fanfic synopsis for you all you're welcome <3 if you have any questions feel free to ask some of this might be a lil confusing

Detective Rose's Momma?

Pixelberry has been very Pixelberry and given us no backstory on our MC's Mother. I've wanted to create my own HC, but I'm hesitant because now that we know there will be a book 3, it could be ripped to shreds in a matter of seconds. Still... I have ideas, and I'm curious to know what others have dreamt up for Detective Rose's mother's backstory.

My ideas are below the break, but please reblog with your own HC. I'm tagging some CoP fans/creators I know of, but please, anyone is welcome to jump in. I'd love to know your thoughts.

I've toyed with several different HCs. I'm not sure which is the winner at this time lol I will use Carolina since that's my MC's name.

Runaway Mom - Carolina's mother and father were HS sweethearts. Her mother found herself pregnant not long after graduation, thwarting her dreams of attending college and potentially putting a damper on Jaime's (Jimmy - hey, my MC is Latina!) plans of attending the police academy. Her family wasn't very supportive, but the Rose family agreed to help out so Jimmy could still become a cop. But they weren't very supportive of her mother being able to pursue her dreams (a little old-school mentality, a little cultural). After Carolina was born, her mother suffered from post-partum depression. Between that and feeling her life was essentially stolen, she ran away, leaving full custody to Jimmy. Carolina was raised by her dad, her late abuelos, and Uncle Tommy. There would def be more drama in this route (Mom tried to come back once - why didn't Carolina know? Some really angsty stuff). In this scenario - she's still out there... and how could that be woven into the story. It could go different ways: a) She tried to come back after getting therapy and, being protective and fearing losing Carolina (perhaps a buddy recently lost child custody?), Jimmy refuses to allow her to have contact. He says she can see Carolina when she is 18 - if Carolina wants to. Her mother (obviously still unnamed, lol) could be heartbroken but accept it. Or heartbroken but angry and wanting vengeance... Do you see where I"'m going here? Or, b) She walked away and never looked back. But one day, she wants to reach out to Carolina. She contacts the NYPD trying to get in touch with Jimmy, and finds out he died when Carolina was only 13.

2. Dead Mom - Her mother died when she was young. During childbirth - something her father/Tommy always hid from Carolina to protect her from feeling guilty - is my preferred story. Since I don't think I want Carolina & Trystan to have children, this could tie into that story somehow. I also toyed with her dying of an illness when Carolina was very young and that she has little or no recollection of her.

3. Deported Mom - Another thought was her mother was deported when she was a child. Jimmy fought tirelessly to have her returned, but when things looked hopeless, her mother decided to try and build a new life in her homeland (not sure where this will be yet... undeveloped.) When Jimmy learns there is a chance that she will be able to reenter the US, he learns she's moved on with someone else, and they're expecting a child. She tells him to raise Carolina alone.

I don't know what I'll go with - but I'd love to explore this more during the break between Book 2 and 3.

What are your thoughts? What do you think happened to MC's mom in your HC?

Tagging some people - again - anyone can reply!

@storyofmychoices @lilyoffandoms @trappedinfanfiction @inlocusmads @starsarewithinme @moominofthevalley @reveluving @brycesgirl @aces-and-angels @cariantha @coffeeheartaddict2 @custaroonie @kyra75 @alj4890 @shreyamistry @ao719 @a-cloud-for-dreams

[sonnysolis]

❛❛ 𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑, taught me that weakness was a myth and love was leverage. Every hug came with a hidden cost, every lesson soaked in control. I became the perfect daughter for a man who never wanted one—just another weapon in his arsenal. And when I failed him? He discarded me like I was never anything more than a tool gone dull. But I remember now—tools can cut both ways.” ––––––––––––

FULL NAME. Marisol Nayeli Sales Solis

NICKNAMES. Sonny, Son, Nay & Carita de Ángel (by her mom/brothers), and Muñeca Asesina (killer doll) by the MC

GENDER & PRONOUNS. Cisfemale + she/her

AGE. Thirty 5

RESIDENTIAL AREA. Beach Front

OCCUPATION. Strategic Consultant

LENGTH OF TIME IN BRIAR RIDGE. 3 years (2015-2018) and then since March 31, 2025

MUSINGS | CONNECTIONS |  PINTEREST

STATS ━

BIRTHDAY. tba

ZODIAC SIGN. Leo

PLACE OF BIRTH. San Antonio, Texas

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. Heterosexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single

FAMILY ━

MOTHER’S NAME. Holana "Ana" Sales (nee Solis)

FATHER’S NAME. Elio "El Rey" Sales

SIBLINGS. Mateo Sales, Dominic Sales (npc)

COUSINS. tba

BACKSTORY —

trigger warnings: crime, manipulation, toxic relationships

Sonny Solis is a strikingly beautiful, sharp-witted woman of mixed heritage—whose life has always been defined by conflicting loyalties and an unyielding need to prove herself to the powerful men in her life. Born to a prominent and ruthless leader of a rival motorcycle club (The Vipers/Outlaws), her childhood was one of privilege but also isolation, where love was often replaced by power plays and manipulation. Her father, a man whose influence spanned far and wide, never showed Sonny the nurturing affection many children crave. Instead, he raised her to understand that love and loyalty come at a price.

At the age of 23, Sonny’s life took a dark turn when her father sent her to Briar Ridge, a small but crucial town with an even smaller but fierce rival MC (The Saints). She was tasked with infiltrating the life of Shane Parker, a well-respected member of the Saints MC. Her mission was clear: to seduce Shane, get close to him, and destroy his trust in his brothers, ultimately causing him to self-destruct or leave the club. With an almost clinical detachment, Sonny was trained by her father to charm and manipulate—her beauty was a weapon, but she learned quickly that it was her intelligence and cunning that would keep her in control.

For two years, Sonny and Shane were inseparable. Despite her initial cold intentions, something unexpected happened—Sonny fell for Shane. She had never been treated the way he was with her, with an honesty and passion that melted the walls she’d built around herself. Their love felt like a betrayal to everything she had ever known, yet it was also the one thing that made her feel alive.

Sonny and Shane’s relationship deepened, and a child was born—Elijah Parker. Holding her son for the first time was an experience Sonny never anticipated. For the first time in her life, she felt a sense of unconditional love and responsibility. The boy, a product of both her and Shane’s love, seemed to offer the chance at a different life, one she had never dreamed of. She envisioned a future away from her father’s cruel demands and the toxic world of the MCs, a future where she could be a mother to Elijah and raise him with love.

But Sonny’s dream of escaping that life was shattered when her father found out. Furious at her failure to carry out his orders, he threatened to kill Shane and Elijah if she did not sever all ties with them. The weight of her father’s wrath was too much for Sonny to bear. Torn between the love she had for her son and Shane, and her fear of her father’s power, Sonny made the gut-wrenching decision to leave. She fled Briar Ridge, abandoning both Shane and their newborn son without a word or even a goodbye.

After abandoning Shane and Elijah, Sonny was exiled by her father, branded a failure for not completing the task he had set for her. She was forced to cut ties with everyone in her life, including her father’s enemies and allies. The shame and guilt she felt haunted her, but so did her longing for Shane and Elijah. She never stopped thinking about her son, wondering how he was growing up without her, and if Shane would ever be able to forgive her for the cruel decisions she’s made.

Now, several years later, Sonny is a woman hardened by betrayal, loss, and the relentless fight to reclaim her life. Her exile has only strengthened her resolve to live on her own terms, and she has become a skilled strategist, working in the shadows for various factions, quietly building her influence once again. But despite her success, a part of her always aches for the family she left behind. Her loyalty to her father is fractured beyond repair, and she has no intention of returning to his control, but the consequences of her past actions still haunt her.

 Sonny’s life has been anything but stable after her exile. While she was forced to cut ties with her father’s criminal empire, she knows that the underworld never forgets or forgives. Her father’s rivals have gained power over the years, and whispers of betrayal and schemes are rampant. Her return is prompted by the growing instability surrounding her father’s operations. He's reached out to her, though indirectly, asking her to return and help reassert control over certain key territories—Briar Ridge among them.

Sonny’s exile from her father’s empire made her hungry for power, but she knows the price of loyalty and the cost of betrayal all too well. She’s returned not only to fulfill her father's demands but to carve out a piece of Briar Ridge’s underworld for herself. The criminal landscape has shifted, and she’s ready to stake her claim. With her blend of beauty, intelligence, and ruthless instincts, Sonny knows she can manipulate the situation in her favor. She’s no longer a passive pawn; she’s a player in her own right, one who will stop at nothing to secure her future—and potentially even take down her father’s empire from within.

 Ultimately, Sonny’s return to Briar Ridge is about redemption—if such a thing exists for someone like her. She is seeking to right the wrongs she’s committed, not only to herself but to those she’s hurt, especially Shane and Elijah. Whether she can make amends or will fall deeper into the spiral of her father’s world is uncertain. But what is clear is that she is no longer the naive young woman she once was. She’s stronger, more calculating, and determined to confront her past head-on, even if it means risking everything in the process.

HEADCANONS —

Growing up in a world where power and loyalty were conditional, she learned early on that losing control could be disastrous. She constantly fights against her emotions, particularly when it comes to her feelings for Shane and Elijah. To this day, she’s mastered the art of compartmentalizing, pushing feelings aside when they threaten to weaken her resolve.

Sonny views power as both a weapon and a curse. She respects its ability to protect, but she also fears how it can corrupt and destroy. It’s why, even though she wants to reclaim her life on her terms, she still struggles to trust those in positions of power—especially men. Her father’s manipulation shaped her view that power often comes with a heavy price, and that trust can only be extended when there’s something to gain.

She prefers to work alone and has always had a hard time depending on others. Despite her intelligence and resourcefulness, she’s been betrayed too many times to trust easily. However, when it comes to her son Elijah, that solitary nature would crack. She would have a hard time reconciling the woman she is with the mother she wants to be for Elijah.

The physical scars from her childhood are a reminder of the harsh world she grew up in—her father’s temper was legendary. But the emotional scars from leaving Shane and Elijah are far deeper. She replays the day she left them over and over, knowing it was the right choice at the time for their safety, but still never forgiving herself for the hurt it caused. So, like, she has a heart???

Despite her cold and calculating exterior, Sonny has a soft spot for Shane that she can never fully hide. The way Shane treated her when they were together opened up a part of her she didn’t even know existed. It’s likely that, if she were ever given the chance, she would still be in love with him—but it would be an impossible love. She fears the damage she caused him and knows that even if he forgives her, she could never fully forgive herself.

Sonny struggles with the duality of her nature—on the one hand, she was raised to be ruthless, strategic, and detached; on the other, she is a woman capable of deep, passionate love and vulnerability. She often questions if her capacity for love is a weakness or strength. In moments of raw honesty, she knows she wants to build a life of love and family, but her experience with love has been filled with betrayal, manipulation, and pain.

She’s incredibly perceptive, able to read people’s motivations, vulnerabilities, and desires with ease. She can predict someone’s next move before they make it, and her strategic thinking allows her to stay several steps ahead. This is why, even in exile, she has remained a formidable force. Her mind never rests, and her ability to manipulate people into doing her bidding is unmatched—though she prefers not to do so unless absolutely necessary.

Sonny’s greatest fear is becoming just like her father—a manipulator who uses people as pawns for personal gain. She constantly works to distance herself from that fate. Though her methods can sometimes be cold and calculated, she refuses to become the monster her father was. The line between manipulation and survival is a thin one for her, and she’s always walking it, unsure of where to draw it.

She has honed the ability to wear different faces for different people, adapting to their needs, expectations, and desires. Her ability to manipulate her image has allowed her to survive in environments where she otherwise wouldn’t have. But underneath all the masks is a woman who has yet to find her true identity outside the influence of the men in her life. When she returns to Briar Ridge, she may struggle to rediscover who she is beyond the roles she has played.

Sonny has come to realize that, while she may never be able to escape her past, she wants Elijah to have a different future. When she returns to Briar Ridge, her main goal will be to ensure that her son isn’t burdened by the same toxic legacy she was. Though she has no idea how to rebuild the relationship she’s destroyed, she will fight with everything she has to make sure Elijah knows how much he means to her—and that she will do anything to protect him.

PET PEEVES —

She has little patience for people who are unprepared or who fail to think things through. Her own upbringing in a high-stakes world where every decision could have deadly consequences made her keenly aware of the importance of planning.

While she is a master manipulator, Sonny has a deep-rooted disdain for blatant lies. She’s skilled at reading people and can usually tell when someone is lying to her or trying to hide something. When someone is insincere with her, it rubs her the wrong way, especially if they’re trying to pull the wool over her eyes. Her father's brand of manipulation made her wary of dishonesty, and it reminds her too much of the toxic relationships she had to endure growing up.

Sonny tends to be a bit cold and calculating, so people who let their emotions control their actions (or who let their emotions get in the way of logic) frustrate her. She respects self-control and finds excessive displays of emotion—whether it’s anger, crying, or even too much joy—distracting and unnecessary.

Raised to be fiercely independent and self-sufficient, she absolutely cannot stand being treated as if she’s fragile or incapable. Whether it’s someone doubting her intellect, abilities, or strength, it triggers a deep-seated irritation.

Having grown up surrounded by constant power struggles, Sonny prefers order and control in her personal life. People who thrive on drama or thrive on stirring the pot for no reason annoy her. She enjoys calm, strategic environments and avoids unnecessary conflicts unless she absolutely needs to be involved.

 As someone who is fiercely loyal to her own goals and values, Sonny has no patience for people who question authority or rebel without a good reason. Though she dislikes the way power is abused by people like her father, she still respects it when it’s used wisely and decisively. If someone fails to respect a chain of command, it irritates her.

QUIRKS —

Constantly Observing: Sonny has an almost eerie ability to observe people without them knowing. Whether it’s scanning a room for threats or quietly studying someone's body language, she’s always assessing the situation. It's like a reflex for her, a habit that was honed over years of watching her father's interactions with others.

Fixating on Small Details: Sonny has a tendency to fixate on small, often inconsequential details. It could be the way someone says something, a slight change in someone's demeanor, or even the positioning of furniture in a room. These little things often get under her skin, and she has an obsessive need to understand them, as if they are keys to a bigger picture.

Pacing When Thinking: When she’s trying to figure something out, Sonny will pace back and forth—sometimes for hours. It’s a nervous habit she developed from being alone with her thoughts so much. When she was younger, it helped her release the stress of her father’s pressure and her own tangled emotions. Now, it’s just a way for her to process and strategize.

Unpredictable Smirks/Smiles: Sonny has a way of smirking when something amuses or pleases her, but it’s never in the way you’d expect. Her smirks are often very subtle, almost imperceptible, and can convey everything from sarcasm to genuine amusement to sheer dominance. It’s a quirk that hints at her inner thoughts and emotions—if anyone is observant enough to catch it. Occasionally, Sonny will also smile—sometimes when it’s entirely inappropriate. It could be after someone says something dark or unsettling, and she’ll offer a slight, almost imperceptible smile, as if the situation amuses her or if it’s just a reflex. The smile can be unsettling, as it rarely matches her actual mood.

Her Tendency to Disappear: When things get overwhelming or she needs to think, Sonny has the tendency to just vanish for a few hours or days. She’s incredibly good at slipping under the radar when she needs solitude, and people who are close to her know that when she retreats, it’s because she needs to process. Her isolation is often an emotional necessity, but it’s also a way to maintain her control and guard against becoming too vulnerable.

Sleepless Nights: Sonny struggles with sleeping at night. She often lays awake, unable to shut off her mind. The weight of her guilt, past betrayals, and the constant calculation of her next move keeps her up. She’s used to working through the night, and it’s become second nature for her. She might even take pleasure in the quiet stillness of the night when the world feels like it’s hers to control.

No Love for Small Talk: Sonny doesn’t have the patience for casual or shallow conversations. She’s all about substance—whether it's about strategy, survival, or loyalty, she wants every word to carry weight. People who engage her in small talk often find her responses clipped and curt, but she knows how to turn a conversation into something meaningful or beneficial when it serves her purpose.

A Strange Love for Nighttime Drives: Sonny has an odd, quiet love for driving alone at night. It’s when she feels the most herself—free, detached from everything, and able to think clearly without distractions. The open road offers her a sense of release, like she’s escaping the weight of her decisions and just being in the moment.

Subtle Acts of Care: Even though she’s emotionally guarded, Sonny has moments where she shows small, tender acts of care that few would notice. Maybe she’ll leave an extra blanket for someone who looks cold, or ensure a wound is properly tended to before it becomes infected. These actions are not motivated by a desire for praise but rather a deep-seated need to care for those she feels she can still trust—without them ever realizing the extent of her concern.

Tapping her Fingers: Sonny has a habit of tapping her fingers on any available surface when she's thinking or anxious. It’s a small, unconscious action, often mistaken for impatience or irritation, but it’s her way of releasing tension. When she's focused, her fingers rhythmically tap a pattern—maybe it's a nervous habit, or maybe just a way to keep herself grounded.

Mismatched Socks: Despite her sharp and meticulous nature, Sonny sometimes wears mismatched socks—just because she doesn’t care enough to make sure they match. It’s a tiny rebellion against the rigid, perfectly controlled world she’s lived in. In the privacy of her own space, she’ll pull on socks that don’t match, almost as if it’s a small personal rebellion against the need for everything to be perfect.

Playing with her Hair: Sometimes, when Sonny’s deep in thought or stressed, she’ll absentmindedly twist a strand of hair around her finger or tuck it behind her ear—something she only does when she’s on autopilot. It’s a vulnerable, quiet gesture, almost like she’s trying to center herself while also fidgeting in the middle of her mind's whirlwind.

Overthinking Food Choices: Sonny has a funny habit of overthinking the simplest of decisions, like what to eat. She’ll stand in front of the fridge or at a restaurant menu for far longer than anyone would expect her to, weighing every possible option, considering the impact of each choice, and even pondering the symbolism behind certain foods. It’s completely out of character for someone so strategic, but it’s a weird little quirk that feels grounding in moments of uncertainty.

Collects Small Trinkets: Although Sonny doesn’t often show emotion, she has a strange habit of collecting small, seemingly meaningless objects—like a broken keychain, a worn-out coin, or a feather she finds on the ground. These trinkets are usually tucked away in a drawer or box somewhere, where no one else can see them. It’s a way for her to hold on to moments or memories that matter to her, even if she doesn’t let on how much they mean.

Takes the Long Way Around: Whenever Sonny walks anywhere, especially when she’s in a place she’s familiar with, she has a habit of taking the long way around, even if there’s a quicker route. It’s a small act of defiance against the need to always be efficient. Sometimes, she’s just stalling, giving herself time to think, but other times, it’s simply because she enjoys the extra time to herself.

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[the-reaper-spider]

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[crimsontrxcks]

Years have shaped tolerance and indifference to violence like the rough hands of an artist working with clay. The dropper of prosperity gave its nectar to his tongue, which had no place for the bitterness of remorse. Axel wanted to cut out the remaining parts of pity and morality like children cut collage paper, clumsily and in divided pieces, but the edges of those subconscious spirits could not be exorcised by force of will.

Seeing the weary, trembling hands of a woman who had been beneath the foot of those at the top of the food chain, but had not ceased to pick up old bones, doing humiliating work through hot and cold days to feed two hungry mouths, drove respect for women into his heart like a nail. Especially towards those who, in the teeth of fate, answered with their own growls, fought like a fanatical soldier to the last iota of strength, until the muscles fail, the lungs reject oxygen and the blood pump ceases to fulfill its rhythmical purpose.

The dust stuck to the inside of the mouth, the lack of saliva only made the baritone hoarse and rough. " Well, for starters, I would greatly appreciate if you would move away from that door. " In the vortex of violence and survival, they forgot about the original threat that brought them all to this ungodly situation. The shaking of the steel entrance to the already largely devastated shop, mixed with gurgling and growling, sent an unmistakable warning that leaving was not the happiest solution. " Look, darlin' . . . I don't want to belittle your ferocity, but I think it's best for both of us to stick to some facts. For one, if I wanted to do something to you, I wouldn't wait for you to rearm, you'd be the next target after the bastard who held you. "

The heavy legs did not move, but the strong hands found themselves near the body and rejected the gesture of surrender. " Secondly, if you keep swinging that machete, that ' scratch ' will bleed more heavily, which won't do much to conserve your strength. " Man pointed the index finger accusingly at the crimson-stained source. " And thirdly . . . " the broad palm disappeared behind the back before it could reveal the content he was looking for. The gun was presented to an unknown woman. " . . . I don't even need a physical confrontation. If I want to get rid of you, I can do it from any distance. " A few moments were generously offered to process the spoken words, before the firearms were put away. " Now, can we stop wasting time and discuss possible solutions as civilized folk, or should I wait for you to pass out from blood loss? "

𝒔𝒉𝒆  𝒉𝒂𝒅  𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔  𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏  𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍  ,  a  fighter  —  a  little  rough  around  the  edges  even  .  proof life  had  carved  her  into  something  jagged  ,  long  before  the  world  went  to  shit  .  each  day  was  a  ticking  clock  ,  an  unrelenting  countdown  where  every  crumb  of  food  might  be  your  last  .  she  had  a  routine  down  pact  .  but  no  amount  of  preparation  could  have  steeled  her  against  the  brute  force  of  two  scavengers  ,  hulking  masses  of  menace  .  they  were  like  wolves  ,  circling  their  prey  ,  and  she  was  caught  in  their  trap  . one  moved  with  the  swiftness  of  a  snake  ,  coiling  an  arm  around  her  throat  ,  pinning  her  slight  frame  against  his  bulk  .  the  other  watched  her  with  a  predatory  glare  ,  appraising  her  like  a  prime  cut  of  meat  ready  for  the  taking  .  brown  eyes  flickered  like  a  candle  in  the  wind,  scanning  the  shelves  for  salvation  .  suddenly  ,  in  a  heartbeat  ,  crimson  sprayed  across  her  face  ,  a  macabre  rain  .  the  metallic  tang  seeped  into  her  mouth ,  unwelcome  and  bitter  .  but  it  wasn't  her  blood  painting  the  earth — it  was  his  .  the  man  who  held  her  fell  like  a  felled  tree,  his  body  collapsing  into  death's  embrace  .  she  watched  as  the  second  man  crumpled  ,  joining  his  comrade  in  the  cold  ,  eternal  silence  .  seizing  the  moment ,  she  dove  for  her  machete ,  her  hand  closing  around  its  hilt  with  the  certainty  of  fate .   she  rose ,  shoulders  squared ,  blade  an  extension  of  her  will ,  daring  the  world  to  come  at  her  again .  "i'm  fine  —  "   gash  across  her  arm  said  different  ,  but  she  knew  better  than  to  trust  honeyed  words  .  there  weren't  good  people  in  the  world  anymore  ,  she  was  sure  of  that  .  "  what  do  you  want  ?  why  are  you  here  ?  "  voice  was  a  rasp  ,  raw  as  the  desert  ,  as  she  retreated  a  step  ,  each  movement  calculated  ,  cautious  . gaze  flicked  to  the  bodies  sprawled  like  discarded  trash  ,  then  returned  to  meet  eyes  as  blue  as  a  winter  sky  . 

[excelcrackeado]

Shayari Forest A Journey into Poetry and Nature's Serenity

Imagine a lush green forest where every rustling leaf whispers verses, every path carries poetic echoes, and every corner invites introspection. A Shayari Forest symbolizes this magical fusion of literature and the natural world, offering a sanctuary where poetry breathes life into the soul, and nature serves as an eternal muse.

This concept merges the calming essence of nature with the profound beauty of Urdu Shayari, creating an immersive experience for poets, writers, and nature enthusiasts alike. Let us delve deeper into the idea of a Shayari Forest and its cultural and emotional significance.

The Legacy of Shayari A Timeless Art Form

Shayari is a celebrated form of poetry deeply ingrained in South Asian culture, particularly in Urdu literature. It is not merely a poetic expression but an emotional language that captures the depth of human experiences—love, loss, hope, despair, and beyond.

Urdu Shayari’s power lies in its ability to communicate universal truths with brevity and elegance. Verses resonate universally, offering solace, inspiration, and a shared sense of humanity.

When set against the backdrop of a serene forest, Shayari takes on new dimensions, blending seamlessly with nature’s rhythms. The forest becomes a living metaphor, with every tree, stream, and breeze embodying the themes poets so often explore.

Why a Forest? The Natural Connection to Shayari

Forests have long been metaphors in poetry, representing everything from mystery and solitude to resilience and renewal. In Urdu Shayari, these themes find vivid expression:

Solitude and Reflection

A forest, with its stillness, mirrors the poet’s inner journey of self-discovery and reflection. It provides the perfect environment to connect with one’s thoughts.

"Jungle ke beech tanhai hai, aur tanhai mein ek nayi kahani hai."

Life’s Transience

The shedding leaves, flowing rivers, and fleeting sunlight capture the impermanence of life and beauty—a theme central to Urdu Shayari.

"Har patta yeh kehta hai, guzar jayein ge mausam bhi, magar yaadein sada rahein gi."

Love and Longing

The vastness of a forest often reflects the unfulfilled desires and endless longing expressed in Shayari.

"Yeh jungle ke raaste, uski yaadon ka ek intezar hain."

Resilience and Renewal

Forests endure change and thrive anew, embodying hope and perseverance—themes often celebrated in Shayari.

"Andheron ke baad bhi, roshni ke naye savere milte hain."

The Concept of a Shayari Forest

A Shayari Forest could be a real or symbolic space where poetry and nature converge. Let’s envision its elements:

1. Themed Trails

Romantic Pathway: Adorned with verses on love and longing by poets like Ghalib and Parveen Shakir.

Melancholy Lane: Dedicated to Shayari about loss, heartbreak, and introspection.

Hope’s Haven: Celebrating optimism and resilience through uplifting verses.

2. Interactive Poetry Stations

Poetry boards where visitors can write or display their own Shayari inspired by the surroundings.

Digital screens offering audio recitations of classical Urdu poetry for an immersive experience.

3. Gathering Spaces

Poetry Circles: Open spaces for group recitations and discussions.

Performance Stage: An area for live poetry readings and musical interpretations of Shayari.

4. Workshops and Events

Shayari Writing Workshops: Encouraging budding poets to hone their craft.

Nature Walks: Guided tours connecting visitors with the environment and inspiring poetic creation.

5. Symbolic Elements

The Tree of Verses: A central tree where visitors can hang handwritten poems.

Stream of Memories: A symbolic water stream representing life’s fleeting moments, accompanied by verses engraved on nearby stones.

Themes in Urdu Shayari for the Forest

Death and Transience

Urdu Shayari often reflects on mortality, drawing parallels between life’s brevity and nature’s cycles.

"Pattay girte hain, magar har shak par ek nayi ummeed bhi hoti hai."

Love and Separation

Forests echo the solitude of unfulfilled love, a central theme in many classic Urdu works.

"Yeh tanha raat aur jungle ki khamoshi, uski yaadon ka ek geet hai."

Nature as a Muse

Many poets celebrate the beauty of nature, drawing inspiration from its resilience and harmony.

"Chandni ke neeche, har ped ek afsana kehta hai."

The Impact of a Shayari Forest

Cultural Preservation

It would revive and celebrate the tradition of Urdu Shayari, introducing it to new generations in a creative and accessible way.

Environmental Awareness

Connecting visitors to the natural world, fostering a sense of responsibility toward its preservation.

Emotional Healing

Serving as a retreat for individuals seeking solace, inspiration, and emotional rejuvenation.

Community Building

A space for poets, writers, and nature enthusiasts to connect and share their passions.

Conclusion A Vision for the Soul

The Shayari Forest is more than just an idea; it is an invitation to reconnect with the beauty of poetry and the serenity of nature. Whether you seek solace, inspiration, or simply a place to unwind, this concept offers a unique blend of creativity and tranquility. Imagine walking through trails lined with timeless verses, listening to the whispers of nature harmonizing with your emotions, and finding a space to reflect and create.

For those yearning to experience this enchanting fusion of Shayari and nature, don’t wait to immerse yourself in its magic. Visit the website to explore more about Shayari Forest, its themes, and how it can inspire your poetic journey. Let the forest of words and wonder guide your soul.

[thecolorfulthorn]

All About Nayeli Rosita

I wish I could change my bloodline but I can't so I don't claim half of it.

Daughter of Clay Morrow & Rosalina Alvarez

Niece of @ofmayanroyalty & Diana Alvarez

Cousin of @blueeyedmayan @ofsnarknflames & Tessa

Ol lady to @thebutcherofanarchy

SAMCRO First Nine Brat

Owner of The Dizzy Daisy Flower & Gift Shop

Tail Gunner for the Roses

Lover of all things whimsical

Mature Content Triggers MDNI

Muse of #Paradox

21+ #SOA #MayansMC RP

Reblog if you wish

[choquilia]

Hi 🥺 Here are some crackhead photos of me and my brother visiting our family. We dragged my cousin Lucero out to the ranch with us back in Mexico.

I got to see my friend Nayeli with my cousin Antonia when we had a cook out.

Diego had the time of his life because he got to place with Lu’s dogs Paloma and Dozer.

Antonia and I went hiking before Esai, Luce, and I went back home, so I took some cute photos of her 🥺🥺

[ramcharantitties]

laila

@adikavy ye le

based on this post, pov for all the pics one by one :) (nsfw from pic 2)

ram x reader (first person pov of ram)

pic 1

“Your bangles are beautiful” he mused in an English accent, pathetic hands grazing her wrists. Round glasses, pointed chin, lean body, and two wires in name of moustache- he doesn’t even look good. She would reject her in a glimpse yet here was my loveliest wife- laughing with an unknown man. Well he wasn’t unknown, he was the editor of the new thesis she was writing. Javed. He has been visiting us a lot, her alot. Annoying. I knew the chai in my tumbler was getting cold but how did he have the audacity to talk to someone so smart, so beautiful and elegant. Her walk resembled a peacock and the way she carried and dressed herself, only people of high standards like her could. It’s only a magic that she chose me. And here was this wooden stick of a man, trying to bag her. The sticks I use to beat people are browner and thicker than him. I wonder if he was too blind to see the red on her forehead, the gold in her neck. So shamelessly touching her saree as if it was him who she pestered to choose the colour. Hell, did he even read the name of the woman he is editing thesis of? Y/n Ramraju. And guess who Ramraju is? Her dear, dear husband, me. Her type of man. Y/n’s eyes flickered over here, recognizing me. Her face lit up, calling for me. Now he’ll know. I gulped the rest of the chai and made my way over to them, engulfing y/n in a side hug, holding her waist. Javed looked uncomfortable. Good. “I told you about my husband, right?” y/n said, patting my chest. Javed peered up at me, fixing his specs. I offered my hand for him to shake, instead he jumped back. Better. He quickly gave y/n some notes and scurried away, stuttering to see her soon. “Javed kitne acche hai na” y/n said with a smile and looked up at me. I could only raise an eyebrow to that. 

pic 2

“Ram, bas” her hands tapped at my still clothed chest, running out of breath. “Kyu, javed ab accha nahi lagta?” I asked her, thrusting in her one more time. She let out a moan, tears running freely down her cheeks. The more she cries when I fuck her, the better i feel. The more I push her through the edge. “Please, bas aur nahi” she said, clutching my hand. “I can’t feel you anymore” oh? I pulled out of her and threw her on the bed, she yelped and sighed, her thighs shivering. I don’t even remember how many times she has come now. I pulled her close to the edge of bed, kneeling on the floor. What started as mere teasing has now become a punishment for y/n. We were back in our room and she was going for another bath when I pulled at her saree pallu, earning a gasp from her. The pallu slid off her shoulder and she grabbed the rest of it to hide something. “Yehi pallu pakda tha na usne?” I knew my tone was malicious. Before she could even finish taking my name, I pulled her close and she fell forward- as I tackled her on the bed. Now here we were, my nose and knuckles deep in her core as the only name she could take was mine. Her husband’s. “Dopahar hai, koi sun lega” “Koi aa jaayega” all the complains died when I got to work, showing her place. As y/n hit her orgasm, I deepened myself in her core, not letting her rest. She thrashed around the bed, yelling at me to stop. All her pleas died on my hearing- her scent, taste, the only thing that mattered to me right now. She came again, going lax on the bed now. Y/n shivered, the sight only for me. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, finding her trying to catch her breath. I pulled her on her pillow, laying a blanket and turning the fan on. I kissed her asleep figure, closing the door. 

pic 3

“Ji, Y/n Ji kahan hai?” Javed came back when I was strolling near our house. I smiled at him, throwing an arm around his single frame. “So rahi hai”, I said with a little too much pride in my voice. “So rahi hai? Unko mujhe naye edition ki-``''ab toh” I stopped his rambling mid sentence “kal aana” I said with a smile. “But why is she asleep?” he asked, turning to me “is she okay?” I smiled at the memory, fixing my moustache “oh she is more than ok, just tired” I nodded at Javed, who just won’t get it. “But why? Is the load from the thesis too much” okay. Now his scrawny voice was giving me a headache- his obsession with my wife was even more annoying. I tried keeping my temper down, in the end I was left with nothing but a sarcastic smile. He looked scared. “Y/n, my wife, just had a mind blowing orgasm that her husband gave her” i said in a tone low enough for only him to hear. Javed visibly gulped, nodding his head and scuttering away. 

tagging: @aasthuu @thewinchestergirl1208 @tinysmallworlld @shreyalokesh @rambheemisgoated @budugu @kashti15 @saanjh-sakhi @chaanv @chaotic-moonlight @bromance-minus-the-b

[incandascxnt]

new tag drop bitches !

[missameliep]

Hello! For the writing ask, I'd like to ask you 1, 8, 9, 10, 20 and 28. :)

I hope you're enjoying your weekend!

Hello! Thanks for the ask! :)

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

When it comes to fanfic, a Typical me-fic has got fluff, a little bit of humor and is usually more focused on the characters and their inner conflicts than external conflicts. But I’m also comfort exploring different POV and writing non-linear narratives. Can I write angst? Yes, I can, but it's usually not something I often do.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

From the latest fics I wrote, this dialogue from “Like Poetry” is probably one of my favorites:

“A life worth living must be more than sacrifice,” he dared admit one night while they contemplated the night sky, snuggled together in the bedrolls. As an elf from one of the Great houses, Tyril was used to the burden of duty and honor, but since meeting Nayeli, his hear wished more than this. His admission was met with cautious tenderness and a bitter sigh.

“I know not how to be any different… not anymore.”

“Then we learn together.”

I like this particular dialogue because it’s so meaningful in the fic, works well in the narrative and despite being brief it conveys so much, fitting both characters... Tyril dares say something that might not be well-received by Nayeli, who has taken upon herself the role of the heroine of the Realm, and the depth of what Nayeli confesses in her reply and the hope and love translated in his suggestion in the end is very much what I wanted to portray for them and it worked well. Being someone very wordy, this dialogue being this brief with no longer speeches made me quite proud of myself.

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

From the latest ones I’ve been working on, the hardest to write is probably “Like Poetry”, I’ve worked on it for like a year, and I struggled with the right tone and the chronological narrative that somehow conveyed a different perception of time that could fit an elf character.

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write?

That’s easy! The easiest one to write was definitely “You’re my oasis”, from the moment I’ve had the idea to completing the fic it was just a couple of days to write, edit and post it, and the narrative, dialogues and pace worked well from the start. I guess it helped that I was writing for my OTP (Hamid x Elizabeth) and I wanted to write something nice for my dearest friend @lorirwritesfanfic

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

The perfect writing conditions would be at evening since I'm a night owl, with no interruptions, in the background playing a nice playlist fitting the WIP I’d be working on, maybe a cup of tea and a cooperative muse; but since this rarely happens, I’m used to write anywhere, anytime I’ve got a break lol

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Oh! Only 3?!! That’s so hard!!

Ok! Let’s do this. I’m only listing the ones from the Choices fandom that I've been reading lately:

@lorirwritesfanfic – Lori is an amazing storyteller, every fic is so carefully built and there’s so much research and care behind her stories; and she writes one of my favorite couples (Hamid x Daphne) and her writing is so inspiring that her series Meant to Be inspired Second Chances.

@princess-geek – Débora is so talented and her stories are absolutely heart-warming, even when she breaks your heart. Unspoken Desires is one of my favorite things to read in the Choices fandom and I’ll treasure forever Finding my way to you.

@storyofmychoices – Dani is another gem in this fandom and her storytelling is superb. One of my favorite things to read these days are her Mal Volari x MC fics and the random Troy Hassan fics she writes.

Honorable mentions to @lilyoffandoms who writes beautifully, @lizzybeth1986 who delivers such amazing stories and Eleanor’s Kitchen is just a delightful series; and pixieferry who is no longer in the Tumblr fandom but her amazingly beautiful fics are on AO3 and I re-read everything she wrote for Prince Hamid and Liana from time to time...

Thank you so much for the ask and for the opportunity to hype some of my favorites. And I hope you had an amazing weekend and that this week treats you kindly!

[sebastianshaw]

I'm going for worst ship idea let's go.

Narvi x Shaw or Nayeli x Shaw

I can't find Narvi on your muse list but Nayeli def wouldn't work. Shy sensitive anxious sorts do NOT mix well with Shaw DX

[abrushwithdeath]

"SORRY!" Nayeli screamed out, panicked, not realizing someone was in the shower.

@amultitudeofmutants

THE SENDING MUSE CATCHES THE RECEIVING MUSE IN THE SHOWER. WHAT IS THE SENDING MUSE’S REACTION?

Rogue hadn't heard the door open, hummin' to herself as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair. So when Nayeli shouted out an apology, it actually made Rogue jump! "Damn! Ya tryin' to give me a heart attack?" She shouted back. But the shock wore off a second later and she felt bad for yellin' at her, "It's fine. It's not like ya meant to do it. Just knock next time or somethin'." She suggested.

[wueyahfantai]

@cloudbatcave​ @stickertrolls​

“Nayeli is...”

“She’s... she’s really sweet. And really cute. I guess I have this.... this habit of attracting those types of trolls... and I’m glad. She’s really uh... she’s really caring. I really feel calm and happy being with her. She’s definitely helped my mental health... I hope I’ve done the same for her.”

“Hey, I am NOT a talker! You expected me to say paragraphs of how much I adore her? Eat an ass.”

Send in ⭐ + Muse to have them gush about their quadrants.

[arqueolcgias]

♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ LUZ FUENTES DEDIOS ❜   /  TD.

♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ sometimes her heart is a knife she takes to bed ❜   /  musings. ♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ those lips would taste of tragedy◝ and wisdom would drink her in ❜   /  visage. ♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ she wears fire for skin◝ but a storm lives in her soul  ❜   /  aesthetic. ♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ honey poured over a spear◝ so they can taste me in the wound ❜   /  answers. ♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ i still run to pay for all my sins ❜   /  music. ♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ she knew herself by heart too◝ and was sick of the story ❜   /  history. ♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ she is clever and she is able◝ enough so to turn a nightmare into her coronation  ❜   /  mentions. ♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ little girl in the light with blood on your hands ◝ you can’t keep crying if you want to keep going ❜   /  family. ♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ build yourself a myth◝ materialize or let these ashes fly ❜   /  edits. ♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ without achilles’ heel you would not know his name ❜   /  headcanons. ♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ from dust we came◝ and to dust we will return ❜   /  memes. ♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ peaceful moon◝ i consist only of bones ❜   /  ooc. ♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ mother is the word for god on the lips and hearts of children ❜   /  nayeli esparza fuentes. ♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ it only takes two facing mirrors◝ to construct a labyrinth ❜   /  boot hill. ♖ . ˚ ◝  ––––––  ❛ yippie queue yay motherfucker ❜   /  queue.