#algo rhythm

[kokii-omii]

Random fun facts with my Twst ocs

(not drawn cuz i dont have my tablet with me rn)

Pan Nikos

He bit a kid once cuz the kid was badmouthing his brother

Is the Heir to the Hermes branch of Olympos

Was the team captain on his middle school spell drive team

likes to cosplay and crossplay

the magestone he has is located on the right side of his headphones instead of a pen like it normally should be

once sent a message via pigeon because his phone died and he was NOT gonna ghost someone because it was just that important (it really wasn't)

his room is an absolute MESS, wires on the floor, foam, blankets everywhere, plushies scattered on the bed, books everywhere except the shelves

used to be in a club called "Bug Collector's Club" before him and jade saw each other in the mountains doing club activities and just decided to merge clubs

the ignihyde first years are low key scared of him because they pissed him off so bad he actually started yelling at them and threatened to leak everyone's search history if they misbehaved again

he has photographic memory

Pan knows how to play the electric guitar, the flute and the lyre

teched out his shoes so he could fly

flew into a tree when he was testing it out (always wear a helmet kids)

his love language is gift giving

Peyn Algos

Has a grandma that's fae and lives in briar valley

he visits her for winter break and often helps her with the modern technology

he's his family's tech support

his mother is human and his father is fae, his mother works as an archeologist while his father is a librarian

has an older sister that's a model

has a tamagotchi named Peggy that him and Pan take care of (it was a gift from Pan)

is more magically connected than technologically (he was taught by fae after all)

he fully thought he would be put in Diasomnia given his background, but learned and adapted pretty easily to techno-magic science and stuff within the first month

Peyn's an absolute beast at DDR and any rhythm game

beefs with riddle sometimes

memorized all 810 rules of heartslabyul just so he could argue with Riddle about how absurd they are

he is VERY spiteful

is actually two weeks younger than Riddle (his bday is on August 10)

probably the only ignihyde student that likes PE and sports

his love language is quality time

Ezmond Morado

has rook on his hit list (dont ask why)

has been a genius at potion making since he was 7

the feather on his hair is a quill, he sometimes writes with it

he gets mistaken for a beautiful girl almost every day (deuce thought he was a girl at first)

his mother is a doctor while his father is a botanist

he knows how to draw really detailed plants and landscapes (cant draw people tho)

there was one time a potion brewing went wrong and accidentally turned him into a cat

has beef with leona because he's constantly making krohn do things for him (he literally does the same)

Ace is also on the said hit list (i don't think i need to explain why)

he holds grudges and NEVER lets them go

His love language is words of affirmation

Krohn Luteus

He's fully fluent in squirrel, he sometimes has full on conversations with the squirrels at school

Can absolutely boogie down and groove

he has no enemies 😌

seriously nobody beefs with the guy cuz a. he's built like an absolute unit and b. the entirety of savanaclaw would jump them if they tried anything (the pros of being Savanaclaw's chef)

he's REALLY strong

he could lift Jack, Ruggie and, Leona all at once and STILL be able to run full speed

he was a boy scout

he's also probably vargas' favorite student idk

he's dumb, maybe even a little dumber than deuce but he got the spirit

his love language is acts of service

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Pt.2 with my Yuus

[pinkslipxox]

Gentle:

Summary: Miko was a little rough last night and she takes care of you 🙈🥹

Warnings: slight mentions of smut, fluffy wife Miko 😘🤭

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The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room, where the remnants of a passionate night hung in the air like a gentle afterthought. Young Miko, the fierce rapper known for her bold lyrics and tough persona, now found herself in a different role: a caring wife, softening the edges of the night’s intensity.

She noticed Y/N lying curled up beneath the covers, a slightly pained expression gracing her features. The sight tugged at Miko’s heart, something deep within her breaking at the thought of her sweet girl feeling uncomfortable after their time together. Moving quietly, she perched on the edge of the bed, her muscular arms resting on her knees as she looked at Y/N with concern.

“¿Estás okay, pequeña?” she asked, her voice low and soothing.

Y/N opened her eyes, a hint of hesitation flickering across her face. “I’m okay, but...maybe you were a little rougher than usual last night,” she admitted, a shy smile creeping onto her lips, even as she winced slightly.

Miko’s brow furrowed with guilt, the fierce rapper reforming into a tender partner. “Lo siento, mi amor. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She sat upright, her tattoos glistening softly in the morning light, and reached for a glass from the bedside table. “Wait aquí. I’ll be right back.”

Within moments, Miko was back, a glass of cold water in one hand and a bottle of aspirin in the other. “Toma esto,” she said softly, handing Y/N the glass. “It’ll help with the dolor. No quiero que te sientas mal.”

Y/N took the glass, her fingers brushing against Miko’s as she looked up at her with grateful eyes. “Thank you, Miko. You’re always so sweet,” she replied, taking a sip before reaching for the aspirin.

Miko’s heart swelled at Y/N’s words, her tough demeanor melting further. “Eres mi todo. Siempre te cuidaré,” she promised, settling back against the pillows and guiding Y/N into her embrace.

As Y/N lay nestled against Miko’s muscular frame, she could feel the warmth radiating from her wife, and it quickly became a comforting cocoon. Miko held her close, fingers gently running through Y/N’s hair, creating a soothing rhythm.

“¿Quieres que te cuente algo?” Miko murmured, peppering soft kisses along Y/N’s forehead. The scent of her signature perfume lingered in the air, mixed with the warmth of their shared intimacy.

“Yeah, what is it?” Y/N replied, her voice a soft whisper.

“I was thinking about how much I love seeing you smile, hermosa. No quiero que te sientas incómoda porque soy un poco salvaje a veces,” Miko chuckled, her playful tone laced with sincerity. “Siempre te prometo que haré lo mejor para ti.”

Y/N smiled at the tender confession, feeling her heart swell with affection. “And you do, every single day,” she said, her voice full of warmth and adoration. “Just maybe a little gentler next time?”

“Absolutely,” Miko affirmed, leaning down to press her lips against Y/N’s forehead again. “Eres todo lo que quiero, and I’ll always make sure you’re taken care of, pequeña.”

In that moment, as Miko held her sweet wife close, the world outside faded away. They were wrapped in a bubble of love and tenderness, a beautiful contrast to the wild persona Miko upheld during the day. It was moments like these that reminded them both that beneath the tough exterior lay a heart overflowing with love, dedicated to nurturing and protecting the precious bond they shared.

[joces-wrld]

⋆*·˚ ༘ ➳ dancing with chris

✩ blurb!

IN WHICH— reader wants to dance with chris at her cousin's quince

| reader is hispanic :)

"cmon chris!! you've been learning how to dance for the past year, you've gotten so good at it, why not let the whole world see?" you whine, watching as your cousins danced to the upbeat huapango song

you we're currently at your younger cousins quinceañera, chris was obviously your date. you've had a lot of fun so far, catching up with family, introducing chris to some extended family he hadnt met yet but now, it was time for el baile

your cousin had already done her valse and baile sorpresa, it was time to get lit, the only problem was your stubborn boyfriend. for the past 15 minutes you had been trying to convince him to go dance with you, but he just wouldnt budge

you roll your eyes in annoyance, it's not like his dancing was bad, sure, at first it was horrible, but as you practice and taught him, he got better! better than some of your cousins who have been dancing since you guys were babies!!

"mija! porque no has bailado? se que te encanta, no te sientes bien? o que" (honey, why havent you danced yet? i know you love it, do you not feel well? or what) your mom asks, "no quiere bailar, ma" (he doesnt want to dance, mom) you reply, head motioning towards chris

"chris, mijo, why you no dance?"

"i'm not that good yet, no bueno" the boy replies with a smile, "aish" your mom waves him off with a smile, standing up and grabbing his arm, yanking him up. "mi niña want to dance, so you dance!" your mom declares, pushing him towards the dance floor, knowing he wouldn't say no to her, couldn't say no to her

you clap your hands excitedly, immediately standing up. "thank tou mami!" the dj then puts the song eres ese algo on, making you smile, this was the first norteña he had properly danced to when you were teaching him. he had learned how to dance this genre very well, it was his favorite

"you know this song, amor, dont be nervous." chris nods, taking your hand as you wrap your arm around his neck, him mimicking the move on your waist

you 2 begin your dance, chris taking the lead as he takes lazy steps back. he quickly changes his pace as the saxophone beat drops, you following his footsteps

your family looks awestruck as your bodies move as one, effortlessly gliding across the floor. chris leads with confidence, guiding you through small spins and twirls. you continue dancing, making your way around the whole dance floor. chris, fully aware that he's doing well, starts a turn sequence, your skirt flaring out with each spin

the connection between you 2 was palpable, your smiles reflecting the joy of the dance. your once insecure boyfriend adding his own flair to the steps, improvising dips and quick footwork that showcased everything you'd taught him. as the song comes to an end, you finish with a flourish, breathless but exhilarated

your family actually claps, some of your tios and tias chanting, "guerro, guerro, guerro", making chris smile. then, the song tao, tao comes one, a classic cumbia. chris had caught on to cumbia's pretty quickly, only struggling with the turns you'd have to trade off

the boy immediately pulls you back in, pearly whites at full display

as the lively beat kicks in, you start swaying side to side, getting into the groove. you begin to spin around, laughing and enjoying the moment. your feet shuffle to the catchy rhythm, mixing simple steps with playful turns and little hops, chris definitely impressing your family

you then playfully twirl your skirt, swirling around chris, as he matches your energy with some fun footwork. you both share smiles and playful glances, really feeding off the music and each other's vibe

the night continues, the 2 of you dancing until the party was over, only ever stopping to drink water. you definitely regretted asking chris to dance

a/n: had this one brewing since last night, it sucks BUT i LOVE norteña's and cumbia's 🥀🥀

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[calsnaps]

Like a gentle melody and a warm flame, they complete each other in a unique rhythm. 💙🔥👻 I really like this ship, I spent a long time trying to decide whether to put them together or not.

( PT-BT Como uma melodia suave e uma chama acolhedora, eles se completam em um ritmo único. 💙🔥👻 Eu gosto muito do shipp, fiquei um bom tempo tentando decidir se colocaria eles juntos ou não.)

Grillby loves crouching to be at the same height as Sans or just staying close to him. After Sans started turning into a ghost, the two grew much closer. You'll see more of this in the remake I'm making for Napstale—I promise it's turning out much better than before. This time, I'll also try to translate it into English.

To cheer Sans up, Grillby remembered a funny old idea he had: using H₃BO₃ to turn green. It was temporary, but it worked like dyeing hair. However, some traces remained, and now he'll have some green flames forever. 💚🔥👻

The beginning will be a bit complicated… It's a difficult relationship. It started with Grillby feeling guilty and not understanding what was happening, and it continued with them falling in love… But I'll try to make it cute in the end, no tragic endings like Puzzle Papyrus and that random Undyne. 💕🔥👻

(PT-BR O Grillby ama se abaixar para ficar na mesma altura que o Sans ou ficar perto dele. Depois que o Sans começou a virar um fantasma, os dois se aproximaram muito. Vocês vão ver mais disso no remake que eu estou fazendo para Napstale, prometo que está ficando muito melhor que antes. Vou tentar passar para o inglês também dessa vez.

Para alegrar o Sans, o Grillby lembrou de uma ideia engraçada e antiga que teve: usar H₃BO₃ para ficar verde. Foi temporário, mas funcionou como pintar o cabelo. Porém, alguns resquícios ficaram, e agora ele terá algumas chamas verdes para sempre. 💚🔥👻

O início vai ser algo complicado… É uma relação difícil, começou com Grillby se sentindo culpado e sem entender o que estava acontecendo, e continuou com eles se apaixonando… Mas vou tentar deixar fofo no final, sem finais trágicos igual Puzzle Papyrus e a Undyne aleatória. 💕🔥👻)

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Absolutely adored your last story!

If you don't mind, I'd like to request something too. What about Miguel's reaction to the reader telling him they are with child? 👀 Feel free to write this to your heart's content 🩷

Have a great day! x

I'm not usually a fan of writing pregnant scenes unless and until it is absolutely required. Given Miguel's backstory, it is definitely required haha. So hope I did your ask the due diligence.

Hope you like it 💖💖💖

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Magic

The digits in the clock changed with a click. It was past midnight and somehow, you couldn’t sleep. You laid still, soaking in the silence and taking comfort in the soft pale light that filtered into the room.

Arguably with what you learnt yesterday, your mind should have been a warzone but instead it was a question paper staring back at you, waiting for you to choose the right answer. You preferred the battle field. You sighed, the warm hand that rested on the peak of your hip trailed up higher making your skin feel smooth as if you were made of butter.

He pulled you closer to him, even in his sleep he craved for you presence. You had been warned about him, to not marry him and yet you heeded to no one’s advice. Instead, only choosing him when any struggle arose. He was always the answer, you couldn’t be without him and with how he nuzzled into your neck seeking comfort, you knew you held some value in his life too.

So if you were going to choose him again, you were having to say goodbye to a different chapter in your life.

“You're still awake aren’t you?”, he asked you, his voice raspy as he stirred from his sleep.

“How could you tell?”, you asked still laying as you were.

“Reading you has always been a part of my reflex.”, he mumbled with pride as he placed a soft kiss on your exposed shoulder.

You let out a quiet chuckle, now turning towards him to hide deeper into the panes of his chest. Skin on skin, there was no telling where his limbs intertwined with yours. The steady rhythm of his heart only made your throat drier.

“A charmer, even in the dead of night.”, you traced your finger over his collarbone to tuck your hand beneath his arm in the end.

“My spells won’t work on anyone else.”, he spoke with his eyes closed, still caught in the in between.

You didn’t intend to wake him, he was tired as is and now you were keeping him up. It stung you, the one thought that had been on your mind since yesterday. You were failing, in being a wife and now, as a mother.

“Because you’re the magic.”, his words dripped like candle wax, beautiful and yet it burned your heart.

“Only you think so.”, you closed your eyes, hoping to fall asleep as his hand rubbed your back, the soft gesture easing you to relax.

“Puedo preguntarte algo?”, his words had a little slur to them as you hummed in response.

“Why did you hide you were sick this morning?”, the calm in his voice made your eyes pop open as you drew in a sharp breath, now with him holding you so close, he could read you like a book.

“There was nothing to hide, Miguel.”, you were digging a deeper hole.

“It wasn’t all too concerning to trouble you.”, you were now wide awake.

“Mi cielo.”, he murmured.

“Come to me with all your troubles, por favor.”, even as he spoke you could tell this had weighed him down.

You were still thinking it through when he prompted you again, “So?”, he was lulling you to give up the truth.

“Why did you then sneak off to the doctor’s?”, now he was awake too. There was a certain bite to his words, crisp with tension and worry.

You didn’t need to see his eyes to tell that he was afraid, you could feel it in the way his muscles stiffened. The thought propped up again. That you were failing, at being his lover and his wife by keeping things from him.

But was your guilt and fear more important than his feelings?

To have put him through the worry of fearing he was going to lose you too.

He was always the answer, he would give up everything for you if you asked and you would do the same. Selfless for eachother that it often put you in a spot to make decisions for him.

But what would he say?

Did you want to put him through the pain of his past by placing a child in his hands?

“Because,”, you looked up at him, to note his gaze was already on you, hooked on your every word.

“I’m carrying your child.”, you let the words slip from your tongue, like you were letting go out the helm of your ship towards what could be the point of it’s destruction.

You were sure, that having lost his daughter once, he wouldn’t want to put himself through that heartbreak again. You watched as he tensed up again, to slowly rise up to rest his back against the head board.

“Oh.”, he said, but you couldn’t tell from his sober tone.

“So nothing life threatening.”, he reached out to caress your cheek.

“No.”, you drew yourself close to him. Ironic, that many believed you lit up his world but he was the fire to your winter. You only found respite in his arms.

“When did you come to know?”, he rubbed his thumb over your cheekbone.

“Yesterday.”, you told him, to which he hummed taking in the information.

But his eyes slid to yours, “Why didn’t you tell me?”, the way his eyes looked pale in the dim light, you not confiding in him had hurt him.

“Miguel, you know the life I come from.”, you turned serious, that somehow in his presence you couldn’t continue to lie anymore.

“What if I’m not a good mother? What if instead of building this family, I wreck it instead?”, you asked, your blood turning cold with images of this fear manifesting in your mind.

“And it would result in you being heart broken, over the child you lost.”, you slumped into the cover like a little pebble, giving in to the pull of your panic.

“I love that you think of me always, mi ángel.”, he reached for your waist to pull you up over his torso such that you could meet his eyes.

“But in this circumstance, you’re wrong.”, his index finger smoothed the wrinkles on your forehead as you fought back tears.

“I can see it in your eyes, you will be an excellent mother. Your love is endless and patient, you made me believe in all this again.”, he gestured to the setting around you.

“So don’t let your fears destroy you.”, he wiped the tear as it landed on your cheek.

“As for me.”, he paused, his eyes turning distant for a second.

“As much as I loved Gabriella as my own,”, he ran his fingers through your long hair.

“She wasn’t.”, he pursed his lips.

“This variant of mine had everything I could only dream off. Replacing him meant I only enjoyed a life that was a lie.”, he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Which hurt more when I lost it.”, you could see the sadness in his eyes.

“Nothing was real from the beginning.”, he gave you a lopsided frown, which broke your heart as you felt his pain as your own.

“Almost as close to a figment of my imagination.”, he inhaled deeply to sigh.

“But you.”, the sadness vanished and in it’s place happiness restored his features.

“Our home.”, he looked up at the ceiling.

“It’s all real.”, he smiled, his eyes slowly trailing back to you.

“So no, this wouldn’t hurt me.”, he nudged your nose with his as though this was all you had to remember, to never forget that he was sure of this.

“I’ve wanted this, I want this next chapter for us. It's time.”, he confided in you as he closed his eyes to pull you closer, to rest your forehead on his and when you did, the question paper in you mind vanished. It didn’t have the answer you wanted to choose, because in this second you had both chosen to choose eachother.

“You surprise me in the best ways.”, you told him as you reached up to take his other hand.

Holding onto his fingers, you guided his hand over to place it over your womb and when he opened his eyes, there was a new passion in it. A new fervent resolution that what he had now, he would protect with his life, that his entire life was right here in the confines of his arms.

With that burning desire, he caught your lips with his. It was a sleepy kiss that was my no means perfect as the ones in the morning were but it was surely more important. You and him weren't going to be the only ones in this house anymore.

“Like I said.”, he spoke over your lips.

“You are magic.”, he said as he trailed his fingers over your lower abdomen.

So you kissed him again, softly, your hands scaling the incline of his back to hold his neck.

But he pulled away to catch his breath.

“Vamos, mami. You need to have a good sleep.”, he placed you into the side of your bed with a sudden air of discipline, as he had remembered what time it was.

“I’ll make you fresh lemonade in the morning to combat the sickness and also –

“You need your sleep too, papi.”, you cut him off before he began to panic and pulled his hand over your waist as he chuckled to settle into your covers.

“Bien, bien.”, he calmed down settling into the same lazy rhythm with his hand slung over you that finally made sleep arrive sooner than what you both had expected.

[bendycxmet]

content: 825 words. fluff, lil suggestive (mostly in another language), spanish speaking wolfwood, cowboy/vaquero wolfwood

Cowboy!Wolfwood who needs a farmhand for his ranch. He sees the desperation in your eyes as you peruse the shops in town, and offers you the position.

Cowboy!Wolfwood who is smooth in every way possible, all lingering gazes, hot, fleeting touches as he instructs and shows you how to fix the gate fencing in his cattle. The first time he brought you to his ranch miles away from town, he hopped off his horse and immediately helped you down as well, but instead of letting go of your hands, he gripped them tighter, turning them over this way and that, inspecting something you perhaps hadn’t seen. Your heart rate increases, a blush spreading along your body as he rubs his callused hands and fingers against the soft flesh of your own. “Que delicadas…” he muses, and drops your hands, sadly, the warmth of him whisked away with the biting wind.

Cowboy!Wolfwood dresses always in his signature suede sombrero, with a black and silver embroidered poncho constantly hiding the matching black underneath, the only difference being the brown leather chaps just running short from the bottom of his dirtied and muddy boots that stomp down the hallway early in the morning, rousing you from your sleep in your assigned bedroom. It’s an outfit that wouldn’t be flattering if it were on anyone else but Wolfwood. 

Cowboy!Wolfwood and you slowly become used to each other’s company, working in fluidity to keep the ranch running like a well-oiled machine. You discover he has a joking side to him once the ice thaws between the two of you, cracking constant jokes at you with a toothpick lodged between his teeth–a habit he now has as he attempts to kick cigarettes since you mentioned you hate the smell. 

As easygoing as he is, he takes his ranch responsibilities seriously. You watch as he rides his stallion, hands off from the reins as he twirls and lassos a stray calf, muscled thighs hugging his steed, hips following the rhythm of her trotting. Your eyes never leave his form, your body hot from watching his. A loud whistle cuts through your ogling.

“Mind opening the gate?” he shouts, chuckling at your stuttering. You quickly open it for him, watching as he guides the calf inside to join her herd. He stops in front of you, poking fun at your flustered state.

“I just think you ride Angelina so gracefully! I wish I could ride a horse as good as you.” 

He laughs lowly and moves to leave through the gates, but not before you hear him mumble “tengo algo más que puedes montar…”

Cowboy!Wolfwood isn’t just a cowboy living on the outskirts of a town that welcomes him, but he also holds the duty of a priest, going into town for Sunday morning mass, shaking hands with everyone, exchanging easygoing smiles and inquiries into each and every person’s daily life. From your spot across the street, you would think he was a different man from the one who curses when he gets a splinter, but a glance down erases all doubt as you see the same dirty boots that traverse the ranch home’s hallways peeking out from his priestly garments.

“Not very Catholic of you to wear your boots with those robes you know. Why not wear the dress shoes you have shoved in the back of the hallway closet?”

He leans down from behind to whisper in your ear, rosary gracing your shoulder. 

“It’s simply not how I work, mi cielo,” his answer comes quickly, quick enough that he’s conversing with a blonde churchgoer by the time you whip your head around. 

Cowboy!Wolfwood’s lingering gazes no longer linger, the grazing touches turning into caresses even in the midst of your duties. Your bantering and joking only intensify as does your chemistry, but Wolfwood begins to throw in more flattering remarks about your work, and you. Mi alma. Corazón. Tesoro. His nicknames for you begin to flow and ebb seamlessly into your conversations, so smoothly said that you nearly miss them each time. But he never turns his loving words into actions. You begin to get impatient.

Cowboy!Wolfwood’s eyes widen, his toothpick falling from his lips.

 “Come again?” he asks you. 

“Si no me besas en el próximo momento, ya me voy de aquí. Wolfwood, please.” 

He crosses the distance between you in half the time it would usually take him. 

“How long have you known what I have been saying?” he begs you, the embarrassment evident on his tanned cheeks, the callused hands you have been dreaming of holding you like that first day coming up to caress your jaw. 

“Desde el día que te conocí,” you say. Since I met you… I have loved you since the day I met you. 

He brings his face down to you, soft and sun-chapped lips meeting yours, his sombrero tipping to fall to the dirt behind him. 

a/n: pspsps @ayyydra and @aboveweirdest for all our screaming about cowboy wolfwood, i deliver some HCs xoxo

i tried to keep it gender neutral as possible but damn spanish is a very gender heavy language (that being said, there is many nicknames i wanted wolfwood to call you e.g. precioso/a (precious), hermoso/a (beautiful), querido/a (beloved) but the ones i wrote out are for everyone.

some translations:

“Que delicadas…” = "How delicate..."

"Tengo algo más que puedes montar…"= "I have something else you can ride..."

"Mi cielo. Mi alma. Corazón. Tesoro." = My heaven/sky/darling (idk it can mean many things). My soul. My heart. My treasure.

“Si no me besas en el próximo momento, ya me voy de aquí." = "If you don't kiss me in the next moment, I'm leaving this place."

"Desde el día que te conocí." = "Since the day I met you."

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[julio-viernes]

Una delicatessen instrumental para un frío día de domingo, a ver si entramos en calor. Hot Tuna empezaron siendo un grupo acústico, folk, blues y "roots" antes de volver a la electricidad del Airplane. Jack Casady venía del rhythm and blues y Jorma Kaukonen del mundo del folk, como la inmensa mayoría de los músicos que dieron forma al rock ácido de la West Coast. Ambos eran músicos de mentalidad muy abierta, escuchaban de todo, clásica, jazz, blues, R+B, country, rock, folk de la más diversa procedencia, experimental y de vanguardia, y de todo sacaban algo. "Water Song" es un prodigio de compenetración entre las guitarras de Kaukonen y el bajo distorsionado de Casady. Fue una de las canciones de su tercer LP, "Burgers" (Grunt, 1972).

Aunque es un tema plácido me ha hecho pensar en la tormentosa "Red" de King Crimson. Son canciones distintas que no tienen nada que ver. O tal vez sí, el toque y sonoridad del bajo.

[fieryvirgin]

Uma mini lista de conexões

Caramel - Sleep Token

Too young to get bitter over it all /  Too old to retaliate like before / Too blessed to be caught ungrateful, I know / So I'll keep dancin' along to the rhythm / This stage is a prison, a beautiful nightmare (too young to get bitter over it all) / A war of attrition, I'll take what I'm given (too old to retaliate like before) / The deepest incisions, I thought I got better (too blessed to be caught ungrateful, I know) / But maybe I didn't

Mesmo que não se lembre de tudo sobre o massacre, Yekaterina ainda carraga as cicatrizes do que aconteceu  e os traumas. E ainda que as intenções do povo de Kamensk em a canonizarem como deusa fossem boas, isso acabou trazendo um peso muito maior para a jovem que agora sempre se esforça para manter uma imagem que se julga incapaz de alcançar, não bastendo suas questões com o que Vesta espera dela. Surpreendentemente, em um momento de vulnerabilidade, Muse lhe estendeu a mão e pareceu compreender toda a dor e o peso que ela estava sentindo e desde então desenvolveram uma estranha amizade, já que Muse é alguém que não tem quaisquer expectativas sobre quem Yekaterina deveria ser ou como deveria se portar. (Se for changeling será algo trabalhado com mais desconfiança da parte dela, por conta dos traumas, mas seria uma amizade surpreendente e bem vinda também. - Aberta para khajols e changelings.)

2. Bleed - Connor Kauffman

Oh, all the things you told me / Were they meaningless? I needed to know / So I take another lap while your knife was through my back / Told you I ain't mad, so let's stop before we crash / 'Cause I don't wanna run anymore

Mesmo tendo sido criada boa parte de sua vida por uma Colmain, Yekaterina ainda assim sempre quis ver a bondade no mundo e nas pessoas, foi justamente por isso que nunca poderia esperar a traição de Muse. Eram amigos do tipo que compartilhavam tudo, até o momento que Muse se voltou contra ela e ela até hoje não entende o por que, mas também não quer instigar mais encontros nocivos entre eles. Já que Katya simplesmente detesta animosidades e brigas, o que provavelmente irrita mais ainda Muse que acha que ela está se fazendo de sonsa e vitíma da situação. (Podemos debater o que foi que aconteceu pra desfazer a amizade <3 - Aberto apenas para khajols)

3. Break me! - Maggie Lindemann

Little more lust and some addiction / I fell in love for a quick minute / Trying to cope with self-infliction / Drinking 'til I'm incoherent / Every time you try to break me / I feel my heart decaying

Apesar da fama de santa e de rumores sobre Vesta a obrigar a castidade, Yekaterina adora escapar para se divertir sempre que tem a chance e mesmo que tenha medo de quase tudo, ela sempre acaba se enfiando onde não deve e com quem não deve. Foi em uma dessas saídas que encontrou em Muse o parceiro ideal para suas noites farras, sendo uma pessoa tão sedenta por diversão quanto ela e que apenas gostaria de poder jogar tudo para o alto. Mas foi em uma dessas noites de farra que eles quase se beijaram e desde então, sempre que encontra Muse ela faz de tudo para escapar por que não quer contar sobre as restrições impostas por Vesta e tão pouco quer que Muse queime por um único beijo. Como só se falavam em festas, ela espera que Muse simplesmente esqueça dela e de todas as coisas absurdas que ela já contou enquanto bêbada. (Aberto para khajols e changelings - Deixo essa aberta pra changelings, por que apesar do medo dela, considero que ela sempre tava bêbada ou drogada demais o que deixaria ela menos fechada.)

4. Afraid - The Neighbourhood

You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs / It hurts, but I won't fight you / You suck anyway / You make me want to die right when I / When I wake up, I'm afraid / Somebody else might take my place

Yekaterina e Muse não tinham muita coisa em comum e sequer eram muito próximos, ainda assim o que os uniu foi talvez a coisa mais inesperada de todas. Talvez fosse o destino ou apenas o acaso que Yekaterina presenciasse Muse em um momento de pânico total por estar de frente com um de seus medos, foi nesse momento que ela que sempre foi tão medrosa encontrou alguma coragem dentro de si para ajudar Muse e lhe tirar dali, ficando com ele até que se acalmasse ou para que chorassem juntos completamente aterrorizados, por que ela ainda é uma covarde em seu cerne. Desde então, meio que desenvolveram um tipo de amizade estranha? Talvez o medo realmente possa ligar as pessoas, quem diria? (Fechada com @loveless-actone)

5. Bad idea! - Girl in red 

"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts" / You pushed me up against my wall / Threw my clothes down on the floor / "Darling, are you ready for more?" / It was a bad idea / Calling you up / Was such a bad idea / I'm totally fucked / Was such a bad idea / 'Cause I can't think straight

Tudo começou com pequenas piadas e flertes divertidos, nada que poderia ou deveria ser levado muito a sério, ainda mais com a condição de Yekaterina. Exceto que pouco a pouco, mesmo sabendo das condições da Orlova, Muse resolver testar a sorte e desde então tem testado os limites impostos por Vesta em sua hospedeira. E sempre que Katya vê Muse, ela sabe que é uma péssima ideia e provavelmente vai acabar desmaiando de febre, mas simplesmente não consegue fugir dela ou da atração que sente. (Aberta para khajols e talvez changelings apenas para mulheres)

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10 anos de 'PriPara': Como foram criadas as personagens? Entrevista com a designer de arte Kanagai Yukiko contando a história por trás da criação das personagens!

Data da Entrevista: 24/06/2024

Fonte: Realsound.jp

■ Quero criar um trabalho que se torne popular!

――Parabéns pelo 10º aniversário de 'PriPara'. É evidente que o conteúdo é amado pelos fãs, pois até hoje as palavras relacionadas costumam entrar nos trends do X. Kanagai-san, você esperava uma resposta tão forte?

Kanagai: Desde que o projeto 'PriPara' começou, estávamos muito motivados e nos empenhamos com uma forte determinação de criar algo popular. Então, sinto que nosso desejo se realizou (risos).

――O que você acredita que foi o fator principal para o sucesso?

Kanagai: Acho que foi graças ao excelente trabalho de todos os envolvidos em suas respectivas áreas. Cada pessoa estava focada na mesma direção, com o objetivo de fazer o projeto se tornar um sucesso. As expansões de media mix, como o anime, aconteceram rapidamente, e a linha de brinquedos e produtos também ganhou força, chegando até mesmo ter action figures. Acho que PriPara foi um conteúdo que se destacou não porque uma única empresa o impulsionou, mas porque várias pessoas contribuíram para seu sucesso.

――Entre as expansões de media mix, o anime também foi um grande sucesso, certo?

Kanagai: A diretora Makoto Moriwaki amava muito as personagens, o que acredito ter contribuído para que o jogo e o anime funcionassem bem juntos. A diretora Moriwaki tinha uma energia impressionante para criar coisas, então não é de admirar que tenha sido um sucesso.

■ Achei que meu primeiro grande trabalho fosse uma oportunidade.

――Kanagai-san, você já havia trabalhado com design de personagens para jogos antes disso?

Kanagai: Depois de entrar na empresa, fiz alguns desenhos para o jogo 'Pretty Rhythm', e outras pessoas criavam os designs a partir deles. Quando criei o design da personagem "Rinne" para o jogo 'Pretty Rhythm: My☆Deco Rainbow Wedding' lançado para 3DS, ela acabou aparecendo no anime 'Pretty Rhythm: Rainbow Live'. Nosso produtor disse que o diretor Masakazu Hishida elogiou meu desenho, o que me deu confiança para me esforçar mais nos meus desenhos.

――Como você foi escolhida para ser a designer de personagens de PriPara?

Kanagai: Quando PriPara estava sendo iniciado, os funcionários apresentaram suas ideias, e o design da Laala que eu criei foi escolhido. Assim, acabei ficando responsável pelo design dos outros personagens também.

――Foi uma grande responsabilidade ser encarregada de um trabalho tão grande de repente, não foi?

Kanagai: No início, não era considerado um título tão grande quanto todos pensam. Não havia tantas pessoas envolvidas no desenvolvimento dentro da empresa. Em vez de sentir a responsabilidade, eu estava cheia de motivação na época (risos), então encarei isso como uma chance e me agarrei a ela.

■ E assim nasceu Manaka Laala

――Os personagens de PriPara são populares até entre adultos, com muitos fãs criando fanarts e fazendo cosplay. No entanto, o público-alvo são as crianças, certo? Quais são alguns dos pontos que você projetou pensando nas crianças?

Kanagai: Em poucas palavras, eu queria criar personagens que as crianças desejassem ser amigas. Quando discutíamos sobre a imagem dos personagens dentro da empresa, surgiu a ideia de que seria bom criar personagens com quem as crianças quisessem ser amigas. Eu pensei: "É isso!", e foi assim que desenhei a Laala. Minami Mirei e Houjou Sophie também foram criadas em conversas com a designer de arte, Sayaka Sakurai, discutindo "com que tipo de personagem as crianças gostariam de ser amigas?".

――PriPara é conhecido pelo conceito "Todos são amigos!! Todos são idols!!". Parece que o foco em "amizade" já era importante antes mesmo desse conceito ser decidido.

Kanagai: Sim. A postura de desenhar personagens com quem as crianças quisessem ser amigas foi algo que mantivemos e valorizamos ao longo dos quatro anos de PriPara.

――Você poderia nos explicar, usando Manaka Laala como exemplo, como o design dela foi sendo definido?

Kanagai: Primeiro, desenhei o rosto dela com sobrancelhas afastadas para dar uma expressão meio desajeitada, e escolhi uma cor para os olhos que lembrasse o mar, uma cor tão bonita que é como se pudéssemos ser sugados por ela. Prestei bastante atenção para que as pessoas achassem os olhos bonitos só de olhar para eles. Em relação ao cabelo ao redor do rosto, como os cortes curtos estavam na moda na época, adicionei um cabelo fofo ao redor do rosto para expressar uma sensação de infância e simpatia. O "ahoge" (mecha de cabelo fora do lugar) adiciona ainda mais a sensação de simpatia. A franja é penteada para o lado para dar um toque de maturidade que as crianças admiram, mas como senti que se deixasse a franja toda inclinada o visual ficaria adulto demais, deixei uma ponta voltada para trás.

*Imagem do Artbook de PriPara mostrando um dos designs beta da Laala para ilustrar melhor

■ O cuidado com as maria-chiquinhas e o figurino

――O que realmente marca a Laala são as suas marias-chiquinhas volumosas, certo?

Kanagai: Achei que apenas amarrar o cabelo dos lados, como uma maria-chiquinha comum, não teria um impacto forte o suficiente para uma protagonista. Então, criei um design onde as marias-chiquinhas (twintail) nascem a partir da altura de um rabo de cavalo (ponytail). Ao combinar a vivacidade de um rabo de cavalo com a fofura das marias-chiquinhas, quis expressar uma criança enérgica, brilhante com quem é fácil de conversar.

――O figurino (coord) que a Laala usa também é muito fofo.

Kanagai: O design das alças nos ombros foi inspirado no filme Populaire (conhecido como "A Datilógrafa" no Brasil), achei que as roupas da protagonista eram adoráveis e quis incorporar isso. Eu frequentemente tiro inspiração de filmes. A parte amarela na cintura tem babados porque as saias peplum estavam na moda naquela época.

――A saia tem listras também. As três cores são muito bonitas.

Kanagai: Eu criei as listras para a Laala enquanto conversava com a Sakurai. Elas também estavam na moda na época. As cores alternadas foram inspiradas nas teclas de um piano. Aliás, inicialmente, em vez de uma única listra grossa, eram duas ou três listras finas. Mas, quando o modelo 3D foi criado para o jogo, acabaram esquecendo esse detalhe (risos).

――Ouvindo você, parece que sua abordagem para o design de personagens envolve adicionar vários elementos, certo?

Kanagai: Na verdade, não sou muito boa em designs que envolvem adicionar elementos, meu processo tende a ser mais sobre subtrair. Mas, mesmo assim, acabei incorporando muitos elementos (risos). Há uma parte do meu trabalho que é bem lógica, onde eu considero que, se eu desenhar de certa forma, terá tal efeito.

■ Maiores orgulhos: Laala e Falulu

――Você se inspira mais em filmes, moda e tendências do que em jogos e animes?

Kanagai: Sim. Embora eu goste de animes e jogos, costumo me inspirar em pessoas reais, como modelos em revistas de moda ou mulheres em filmes. Por isso, quando olho para os designs que criei, é comum ver reflexos das tendências da época, e eu penso: "Naquela época, esse tipo de roupa estava na moda...".

――Quais personagens você considera suas melhores criações e com quem está mais satisfeita?

Kanagai: Acho que Laala e Falulu. A diretora Moriwaki também elogiou o design da Falulu. Ambas são personagens importantes para a trama, que ajudaram a mover várias histórias. Lembro que o design da Falulu foi inicialmente difícil. Ele chegou a ser rejeitado uma vez. Ela era uma personagem adorável, parecida com uma princesa, mas houve uma sugestão para incluir um design mais parecido com um robô.

*Imagem do artbook de PriPara com os designs betas da Falulu para ilustrar melhor

――Esse é um pedido bem difícil, não é?

Kanagai: Pensei que seria difícil combinar a imagem de robô e princesa, mas achei que poderia funcionar se incorporasse elementos de steampunk. Isso é refletido nas articulações esféricas da Falulu, por exemplo. Além disso, queria adicionar elementos digitais, então visitei lojas de eletrônicos e observei vários dispositivos nas seções de áudio. Adicionei a imagem de botões de reprodução e outros detalhes no vestido e no peito dela. Enquanto Laala é uma personagem adorável por si só, em Falulu, quis criar uma adorável contraparte, mas com uma pegada diferente. A Laala incorpora elementos da música tradicional, enquanto Falulu incorpora elementos da música digital.

――Vendo o design da Falulu, dá para perceber o esforço que você teve. Houve algum personagem cujo design foi especialmente difícil ou que demorou mais para definir?

Kanagai: Embora a Falulu tenha sido desafiadora, na verdade, não houve nenhum personagem que tenha levado mais tempo para ser concluído. Trabalhamos com a Takara Tomy Arts para projetar os personagens e acho que todos passaram pelo mesmo número de etapas para serem finalizados.

*Imagem do Artbook mostrando mais etapas do design da Falulu

■ O que é um design característico de 'PriPara'?

――Mirei e Sophie, que formam o grupo idol "SoLaMi♡SMILE" com a Laala, também têm designs bem distintos. Mirei tem um estilo colorido e pop, enquanto Sophie tem uma beleza fria com uma pegada gótica lolita.

Kanagai: O design da Mirei foi bastante influenciado pela moda das artistas de Harajuku, que estavam em alta na época. Além disso, o penteado com orelhas de gato estava em destaque nas revistas de moda, e adicionei elementos de palhaço de circo para enfatizar o aspecto pop. Já o design de Sophie foi definido de imediato. Ela tem um corte de cabelo de princesa e uma aparência gótica lolita, desenhada de forma direta e clássica.

*Imagem retirada do Artbook mostrando as etapas da Mirei e Sophie

――As três têm atmosferas bem diferentes. Foi difícil criar uma sensação de unidade no grupo idol?

Kanagai: Para criar coesão, incorporei elementos como fitas e listras, e adotei as meias longas, que estavam na moda na época. As meias longas acabaram se tornando um símbolo das idols de PriPara. Quando desenhei a protagonista Katasumi Amari, de Idol Land PriPara (lançado em 2021), com meias curtas, algumas pessoas disseram: "PriPara tem que ter meias longas!" Mas, como as meias curtas estão na moda agora, eu insisti nisso (risos).

――Hahaha. Então você sempre incorpora as últimas tendências nos seus designs. Você mencionou algo sobre o estilo de 'PriPara' anteriormente. O que você considera característico de um design de 'PriPara'?

Kanagai: Como já mencionei, o design deve fazer as crianças quererem ser amigas dos personagens. Além disso, como o logotipo do título tem uma fita, dou importância às fitas nos designs. As fitas simbolizam a conexão entre amigos. No caso de Pretty Rhythm, as Prism Stones tinham formato de coração, então o coração era um elemento importante. Trabalhando esses pontos e incorporando as tendências, eu sempre me esforcei para criar designs que refletissem a sua época.

――Pessoalmente, acho o design demoníaco da Kurosu Aroma muito fofo, mas tenho certeza de que os fãs têm seus próprios “favoritos”. Qual é a sua personagem favorita, Kanagai-san?

Kanagai: Eu gosto de todas, mas se tivesse que escolher uma, seria a Fuwari. Quando eu era criança, adorava meninas gentis, doces, e que se davam bem com os animais. Tenho certeza de que eu teria amado a Fuwari quando era pequena, pode-se dizer que ela é uma personagem que desenhei pensando em mim quando eu era criança.

■ Quero continuar fazendo jogos com protagonistas femininas

――Atualmente, que tipo de trabalho você faz na Syn Sophia?

Kanagai: Tenho mais oportunidades de fazer direção de arte, mas ainda faço muito trabalho de desenho, então meu trabalho não mudou muito. Além disso, agora estou envolvida no recrutamento e presto atenção em como tratar as equipes mais novas para ajudá-las a crescerem, o que é uma diferença em relação a dez anos atrás.

――Que tipo de obras você gostaria de criar no futuro?

Kanagai: Quero continuar fazendo jogos com protagonistas femininas. Desde criança, sempre joguei esse tipo de jogo, e acredito que, proporcionalmente, ainda há poucos jogos com protagonistas femininas. Gostaria de criar obras em que a protagonista seja alguém com quem os jogadores possam se identificar, uma personagem que inspire coragem para seguir seus sonhos.

――Jogos com protagonistas femininas são realmente raros. A propósito, qual é a proporção de mulheres na indústria de jogos?

Kanagai: Não posso dizer com precisão, mas comparando com empresas de animação, sinto que há menos mulheres na indústria de jogos, tanto entre os criadores quanto entre os responsáveis. Embora a Syn Sophia tenha uma proporção relativamente alta, ainda não chega a metade dos funcionários. Gostaria de ver mais mulheres criadoras na indústria. Se as mulheres constituíssem metade da equipe, isso aumentaria a diversidade, e se houvesse mulheres nos cargos de decisão, obras com perspectivas diferentes poderiam ser criadas. Nossa empresa está sempre recrutando novos talentos, tanto recém-formados quanto profissionais experientes, então, se alguém estiver interessado, por favor, candidate-se. Estamos procurando pessoas interessadas em trabalhar juntas para produzir jogos.

――Trabalhar em 'PriPara' também deve ter mudado a sua vida, não é?

Kanagai: Após dez anos, tenho tido mais oportunidades de ouvir as pessoas dizerem: "Eu amo PriPara!". Claro que não é um mérito só meu, mas sinto que a série se tornou importante para muitas pessoas, e estou muito feliz por ter podido fazer parte disso.

――Poderia deixar uma mensagem para os fãs que sempre apoiaram PriPara?

Kanagai: Muito obrigada por sempre se importarem com PriPara. Para aqueles que amam a série, e até para quem nunca ouviu falar, mas está lendo esta entrevista (risos), saiba que PriPara está sempre esperando por você. Aproveite essa oportunidade para conhecer a série. Tenho certeza de que as personagens estarão sempre prontas para recebê-lo.

[aimportantsheep]

Louisa LOVES christmas

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The Christmas Louisa

December started like any other month for Darius. Rehearsals, interviews, photo shoots. Everything followed its usual rhythm, except for one peculiar detail: Louisa.

She, who up to that point had been efficient and calm, suddenly began radiating an enthusiasm that Darius couldn’t ignore.

The first hint came when she showed up on set wearing a bright red sweater decorated with tiny snowflakes embroidered on it, a stark contrast to her usual formal attire. “What is that?” Darius asked, raising an eyebrow as he pointed to the sweater.

Louisa, who was hanging a garland on her dressing room door, responded without stopping her work, smiling. “It’s December, Darius. Don’t you notice?”

“Of course I notice. It’s cold. But why does my dressing room look like a Christmas store display?” he replied, pointing to the lights gently twinkling around the mirror.

“Because the Christmas spirit is contagious,” she said with a wink as she adjusted the lights. “Besides, everyone is happier when there’s a bit of Christmas around.”

Darius snorted, but said nothing more. Despite his skepticism, he couldn’t deny that the warmth of the decorations made the place feel a little more inviting.

With each passing day, Louisa became more and more Christmas-like. One morning she came in humming carols and left small packages of decorated cookies on the crew’s tables. Another day, she showed up wearing a Santa hat and handed out candy canes.

The final straw for Darius came when Louisa entered rehearsal wearing an even more eye-catching sweater than before: bright green with reindeer and twinkling lights. “Louisa, should I be worried about your mental health?” he asked, taking off his sunglasses to look at her more clearly.

She laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine. It’s just Christmas, Darius. Aren’t you excited, even a little bit?”

“Louisa, I’m an actor. My life is full of drama, but this…” he said, gesturing at her sweater. “…this is over the top.”

“You say that because you don’t have your own sweater yet,” she replied with a mischievous smile.

Two days later, Darius found a package wrapped in Christmas paper on his chair. He opened it out of curiosity and found a red sweater adorned with gold stars and the word “Star” written in big, bright letters.

“Is this a joke?” he asked, holding it up in front of her.

“It’s a gift,” Louisa said, holding back a laugh.

“From Santa?” he joked.

“From me. But you can pretend it’s from Santa if that makes you feel special.”

To his surprise, Darius put it on. Although he grumbled about it all afternoon, more than one person commented on how good it looked on him. And at the end of the day, Louisa couldn’t help but notice that Darius kept wearing the sweater.

That December, Darius not only discovered that Louisa was a Christmas fanatic, but that her enthusiasm was contagious. No matter how hard he tried to resist, he ended up humming some of the carols she had been singing all month.

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La Louisa navideña.

Diciembre comenzó como cualquier otro mes para Darius. Los ensayos, las entrevistas, las sesiones de fotos. Todo seguía su ritmo habitual, excepto por un detalle peculiar: Louisa.

Ella, que hasta ese momento se había mostrado como una asistente eficiente y tranquila, de pronto comenzó a irradiar un entusiasmo que Darius no podía ignorar.

El primer indicio llegó cuando apareció en el set con un suéter rojo brillante decorado con pequeños copos de nieve bordados, algo muy diferente de su habitual atuendo formal.

—¿Qué es eso? —preguntó Darius, señalando el suéter con una ceja arqueada.

Louisa, que estaba colgando una guirnalda en la puerta de su camerino, respondió sin dejar de sonreír.

—Es diciembre, Darius. ¿No lo notas?

—Claro que lo noto. Hace frío. Pero ¿por qué mi camerino parece el escaparate de una tienda navideña? —replicó, señalando las luces que titilaban suavemente en el marco del espejo.

—Porque el espíritu navideño es contagioso —dijo ella con un guiño, mientras ajustaba las luces—. Además, todos están más contentos cuando hay un poco de Navidad a su alrededor.

Darius resopló, pero no dijo nada más. A pesar de su escepticismo, no podía negar que la calidez de las decoraciones hacía que el lugar se sintiera un poco más acogedor.

Con cada día que pasaba, Louisa se volvía más y más navideña. Una mañana llegó tarareando villancicos y dejando pequeños paquetes de galletas decoradas en las mesas del equipo. Otra, apareció con un gorro de Santa Claus y repartió bastones de caramelo.

La gota que colmó el vaso para Darius fue cuando Louisa entró al ensayo con un suéter aún más llamativo que el anterior: verde brillante con renos y luces que parpadeaban.

—Louisa, ¿debo preocuparme por tu salud mental? —preguntó, quitándose las gafas de sol para mirarla con más claridad.

Ella se rió.

—No te preocupes, estoy perfectamente bien. Solo es Navidad, Darius. ¿No te emociona ni un poco?

—Louisa, soy actor. Mi vida está llena de drama, pero esto... —señaló su suéter—. Esto es un exceso.

—Lo dices porque aún no tienes tu propio suéter —respondió ella con una sonrisa traviesa.

Dos días después, Darius encontró un paquete envuelto en papel navideño sobre su silla. Lo abrió con curiosidad solo para encontrar un suéter rojo, adornado con estrellas doradas y la palabra "Estrella" en grandes letras brillantes.

—¿Esto es una broma? —preguntó, sosteniéndolo frente a ella.

—Es un regalo —respondió Louisa, conteniendo una risa.

—¿De Santa? —ironizó él.

—De mí. Pero puedes fingir que es de Santa si eso te hace sentir especial.

Para su sorpresa, Darius se lo puso. Aunque refunfuñó durante toda la tarde, más de una persona comentó lo bien que le quedaba. Y, al final del día, Louisa no pudo evitar notar que Darius seguía llevando el suéter.

Ese Diciembre, Darius no solo descubrió que Louisa era una fanática de la Navidad, sino que su entusiasmo era contagioso.

Por mucho que intentó resistirse, acabó tarareando algunos de los villancicos que ella había estado cantando durante todo el mes.

Estoy intentando que Louisa encaje en el estilo de Sing, pero cada vez que lo intento parece Eddie con falda, no quiero que pierda su escencia así que siempre termina así, creo que se ve linda pero seguiré cambiando hasta que me guste.

[suckaysuamigos200]

para el dia 7 de esta semana con Tangerina torta hoy le toca a coco

así que decidí dibujar algo diferente aquí está tangerina bailando ula ula junto con un pequeño Naughty Nutter bailando el ritmo de la música 🌴.

*.☆⸜(⑉˙ᗜ˙⑉)⸝♡.*✧*.◟(ˊᗨˋ)◞.*✧*.☆⸜(⑉˙ᗜ˙⑉)⸝♡.*✧*.◟(ˊᗨˋ)◞.*✧

For day 7 of this week with Tangerina cake today it's Coco's turn

so I decided to draw something different here is Tangerina dancing hula hoop along with a little Naughty Nutter dancing to the rhythm of the music 🌴..

[pinkslipxox]

not to be a little bit TOOO freaky, but i NEED a reader riding mikos face😓🤞

Freaky is welcome here, mi amor 😘🙈

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“C’mon, baby,” Miko’s low, husky voice beckons you, sending a warmth to flood your cheeks as her lips curl into a smirk from where she sits on top of the bed.

You take a deep breath, nerves fluttering in your stomach, but Miko’s presence is grounding. Her blue eyes never leave yours as you make your way to the bed. Your girlfriend’s grip on your hips is both possessive and tender as you straddle her, noses brushing each other’s before Miko closes the space between the two of you. The kiss is soft and gentle, at first, before she deepens it, her warm tongue massaging against yours in a passionate dance. A soft moan escapes your lips, and you feel her lips smirk against yours. Miko trails her lips down your neck, planting soft kisses that make you shiver with delight. You’ve had spent many nights like this, but every passing moment like the first—full of excitement and intensity.

“Miko, please…” you half-beg, half-whimper as Miko nips down at your collarbone and just above your breasts. She’s always had this effect on you. And you love it.

“Carajo, nena,” Miko groans, her tattooed fingers brushing delicately over your thighs. “Las ganas que tengo de comerte…”

“Do it, then,” you urge, not caring how desperate you sound. All you can think about is how good Miko will make you feel soon.

“Let’s try algo diferente tonight,” Miko suggests, her voice laced with desire yet playful. “Que te parece, mami?”

You don’t even ask what she has in mind.

“Yes, please,” you hum, eliciting a chuckle from Miko.

Before you know it, you’re hovered just above your girlfriend’s face, her tattooed hands holding your hips steady as you slowly sink yourself down. A loud gasp echoes the bedroom when you feel Miko’s tongue touch your pussy.

“Ah, Miko,” you breathe, voice shaky yet filled with a mix of incredulity and delight. Her warm tongue pushes upward, the tip penetrating through your spongy walls, and you cry out in pleasure as your body instinctively arches against her. Her tongue works expertly on your core, taking her time exploring every inches of you.

Feeling emboldened, you shift your movements, losing yourself in the rhythm. Miko’s hands on your hips become a guiding force, fueling your desire and pushing you to surrender fully to the experience. Every kiss sends waves of pleasure shooting through you, and you can’t help but get vocal, gasps and moans escaping your lips. Another lick over your folds, finished off by pressing against your clit by the tip of her tongue, makes you toss your head back in pleasure.

“M-Miko! I— I can’t… Please!” you cry out, the euphoric warmth consuming you. A low, deep groaning from Miko makes the vibrations shoot up to your core, and you know you are done for.

With a final wave of passion, you succumb, crying out Miko’s name as you are engulfed by ecstasy. As you come down your from high, breathless and full of warmth, Miko pulls you into her tattooed arms, the pride evident in her face. She plants gentle kisses to your forehead, your cheeks and then your lips, and you whimper softly at the taste of the lingering sweetness on them.

“You’re a little vixen, huh?” she teases, her voice thick with admiration. “Riding my face like that, mi nena salvaje.”

“But you love it,” you giggle as you snuggle up closer to her, reveling in the warmth she always provides.

Miko smirks, her pride and affection palpable. “Damn right. Ahora dame otro besito, mami.”

With that, Miko cradles your face in her hands, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. The kiss is gentle yet ignites a fire within you, a spark that further deepens your connection. She pulls back slightly, resting her forehead against yours, her breath warm against your skin.

“Te quiero tanto, Y/N,” she murmurs, her voice tender. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, pequeña.”

You lean into her touch, feeling secure in her embrace. “I love you too, Miko.”

With a playful glint in her eye, she kisses your neck, planting soft, teasing pecks that send electric shivers down your spine. “You’re my everything,” she whispers in Spanglish, her grip on you tightening as she cradles you in her strong arms.

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"The now, in four paws"

Nicola wasn’t asked to pose. It wasn’t planned or directed. It just stood there — in its own rhythm, tongue out, eyes steady, framed by light that felt like it had waited just for this moment.

There’s something about animals on film. They don’t perform. They don’t hesitate or second-guess. They simply inhabit the frame — fully, naturally, with nothing held back. Nicola didn’t need a reason to be still. It just was.

And the film responded. No edits. No retakes. Just one exposure — enough to hold a small life exactly as it appeared, brief and whole. The colours, the textures, the softness of light on fur… nothing added, nothing corrected.

There are photos that demand attention. This one doesn’t. It sits quietly. But if you stay long enough, it reveals something rare: presence without tension. A portrait that isn’t really about a subject — it’s about being.

"O agora, em quatro patas"

A Nicola não foi chamada para posar. Nada foi planeado ou dirigido. Estava ali — no seu próprio ritmo, língua de fora, olhar firme, enquadrada por uma luz que parecia ter esperado só por este momento.

Há algo especial em fotografar animais em filme. Eles não fingem. Não hesitam. Não se corrigem. Limitam-se a habitar o enquadramento — por inteiro, naturalmente, sem reservas. A Nicola não precisou de um motivo para ficar quieta. Simplesmente estava.

E o filme respondeu. Sem edições. Sem repetições. Um disparo bastou — suficiente para guardar uma pequena vida tal como apareceu: breve e inteira. As cores, as texturas, a luz suave no pêlo… nada acrescentado, nada corrigido.

Há fotografias que pedem atenção. Esta não. Esta repousa. E se ficarmos com ela tempo suficiente, talvez nos mostre algo raro: uma presença sem esforço. Um retrato que não é sobre o que se vê — mas sobre o que se está.

Camera & Film: Canon Ftb with Kodak Portra400

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deltarune OC dump, line break below for their descriptions

first, felt like a sprawling megalopolis like cyber city should at least have some public transportation, so i designed a few darkeners to facilitate that :)

cirquet (she/they) is the head of the department, while the rammies are the general workers.

the other 3 are addisons based on other misc online stores, while there is a music shop in the city technically, they don't actually sell instruments or equipment, and I'm a giant music nerd.

rhythm (they/them) sells sheet music, classical instruments, and offers lessons.

algo (he/they) sells electronic/synthetic instruments, various music equipment/accessories, and handles repairs.

vendor (she/her) is based on online video game markets (i.e. steam, origin, etc.). holds tournaments occasionally for others to participate in.

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♡Fushiki (Fukuzawa Yukichi x Murasaki Shikibu)♡

★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

五節章の暖かな光 The Warm Light of the Afternoon

The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of their home, bathing the room in a warm, golden light. Fukuzawa had arrived early, something unusual given his responsibilities at the Agency. His usual serene and solemn demeanor seemed softened as he crossed the threshold of home, as if leaving the weight of the world at the door allowed him to relax.

Murasaki was in the kitchen, preparing a cup of tea while he sat on the tatami in the living room. His gray eyes followed her with a calm expression, but his gaze was warmer than what he usually showed at the Agency. “Thank you for this,” he said, his low, steady voice filling the comfortable silence between them.

She approached with the cups of tea and sat down next to him. For a moment, the silence continued, broken only by the soft sound of porcelain against the table. “Is everything okay at the Agency?” she asked gently, noticing the slight tension in his shoulders.

“It’s been a long day,” he admitted, letting out a sigh. But his expression softened when his eyes met hers. “But now that I’m here, it feels… different. Lighter.”

Murasaki smiled at his words and, without thinking too much, reached out to gently stroke his cheek. Fukuzawa closed his eyes at her touch, leaning slightly into her palm, as if the simple gesture was enough to soothe any worry he might have carried with him. “You’re too good at taking care of others,” she said softly. “You should allow yourself to rest more often.”

Fukuzawa slowly opened his eyes, a spark of tenderness reflected in them. “You’re right,” he conceded, leaning toward her until his lips brushed against Murasaki’s in a gentle kiss. It was a slow gesture, full of restrained affection, as if the world had stopped just for the two of them.

The kiss gradually deepened, and one of his hands found its way to her waist, pulling her closer. The room filled with a warmth that didn’t just come from the afternoon sun, but from the connection they shared. His lips were firm yet gentle, and the unhurried rhythm of his movements showed that he wanted to take his time, savoring every moment with her.

When he pulled back slightly, his breath brushed against her skin. “You’re important to me,” he whispered, his words resonating with an honesty that made Murasaki blush. “More than I can express with words.”

She leaned toward him, leaving a kiss at the corner of his lips before replying, “And you are to me.” The moment was perfect, a blend of quiet romance and simmering passion that they shared only when they were alone.

The rest of the afternoon melted into a succession of kisses and warm touches, with Fukuzawa revealing a softer, more vulnerable side that he reserved only for Murasaki. In those moments, the stoic leader of the Agency disappeared, leaving a man deeply in love and grateful to have her by his side.

～～♡～～♥～～♡～～♥～～♡～～♥～～♡～～

五節章の暖かな光 La luz calida del atardecer

El sol de la tarde se filtraba a través de las cortinas de su hogar, bañando la habitación con una luz cálida y dorada. Fukuzawa había llegado temprano, algo inusual considerando sus responsabilidades en la Agencia. Su porte habitual, sereno y solemne, parecía suavizado al cruzar el umbral del hogar, como si dejar el peso del mundo en la puerta le diera permiso para relajarse.

Murasaki se encontraba en la cocina, preparando una taza de té mientras él se sentaba en el tatami del salón. Sus ojos grises la seguían con una expresión tranquila, pero su mirada era más cálida de lo que acostumbraba mostrar en la Agencia. “Gracias por esto”, dijo, su voz baja y acompasada llenando el silencio cómodo entre ambos.

Ella se acercó con las tazas de té y se sentó junto a él. Por un momento, el silencio continuó, roto solo por el suave sonido de la porcelana contra la mesa. “¿Todo bien en la Agencia?”, preguntó con suavidad, notando la ligera tensión en sus hombros.

“Ha sido un día largo”, admitió, dejando escapar un suspiro. Pero su expresión se suavizó cuando sus ojos se encontraron con los de ella. “Pero ahora que estoy aquí, se siente… diferente. Más ligero”.

Murasaki sonrió ante sus palabras y, sin pensarlo demasiado, extendió una mano para acariciar suavemente su mejilla. Fukuzawa cerró los ojos ante su toque, inclinándose ligeramente hacia su palma, como si el simple gesto bastara para calmar cualquier preocupación que pudiera haber llevado consigo.

“Eres demasiado bueno cuidando de los demás”, dijo en voz baja. “Deberías permitirte descansar más a menudo”. Fukuzawa abrió los ojos lentamente, una chispa de ternura reflejándose en ellos. “Tienes razón”, concedió, inclinándose hacia ella hasta que sus labios rozaron los de Murasaki en un beso suave. Era un gesto lento, lleno de afecto contenido, como si el mundo se hubiera detenido solo para ellos dos.

El beso se profundizó gradualmente, y una de sus manos encontró su camino hacia su cintura, atrayéndola más cerca. El ambiente se llenó de una calidez que no venía solo del sol de la tarde, sino de la conexión que compartían. Sus labios eran firmes pero gentiles, y el ritmo pausado de sus movimientos mostraba que quería tomarse su tiempo, disfrutando de cada momento con ella.

Cuando se separó ligeramente, su aliento acarició su piel. “Eres importante para mí”, dijo en un susurro, sus palabras resonando con una honestidad que hizo sonrojar a Murasaki. “Más de lo que puedo expresar con palabras”.

Ella se inclinó hacia él, dejando un beso en la esquina de sus labios antes de responder: “Y tú para mí”. El momento era perfecto, una mezcla de romance tranquilo y pasión latente que solo compartían cuando estaban solos.

El resto de la tarde se perdió en una sucesión de besos y caricias cálidas, con Fukuzawa mostrando un lado más suave y vulnerable que guardaba solo para Murasaki. En esos momentos, el líder estoico de la Agencia desaparecía, dejando a un hombre profundamente enamorado y agradecido por tenerla a su lado.

★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★