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silent-raven13 · 5 months

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Make Hobie go PINK! (Halloween Special)

Halloween has arrived and everyone in HQ had this fun idea to dress up or wear some sort accessory as an excuse to dress up. "Happy Halloween!" Peter 616 said out loud being dressed as cozy big black bear holding a big bowl of candy.

"Happy Halloween!" Mayday dressed up as Merida from Pixar's Brave having a bow and arrow strap on her back. Her long wavy red hair had been perfectly curled by her mom.

"Awe, so cute!" The Spider-women came by to take one piece of candy from the bowl as they made comments about the father and daughter Spider-heroes.

Spectacular Spider-man stood with one hand on his hip, "Ohh, I see now. I get it, from the movie! Took me awhile putting together the idea."

"Hah, I thought why not make it a twist? Instead of the mom being the bear, it's the dad?" Peter shrugs.

"Not cool as me!" Ben Riley came in dressed up as Batman, "I am the Dark Knight." Trying to put on a menacing voice.

"Easy soldier." Jess appeared with her son, who's dressed as Michael from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. The Spider-woman dressed up as Tinker-bell.

"No, I am Batman!" Ben uses his deep voice getting way into character.

"And I'm Michelangelo!" Gerald stood in a mighty pose and uses his nunchucks to pull off his costume.

"Oh wow, you guys dress up so cool!" Gabriella appeared having to dress up as Mirabel from Encanto, she even wore fake green glasses. Her dad behind her wearing a large green cloak.

"Somebody is Bruno." Peter chuckles.

"Shhh, we don't talk about Bruno." Jess teased.

Ben sang, "No. No. No! We don't talk about Bruno!"

"We don't talk about Bruno!" Mayday, Gerald, and Gabriella sang out loud. Everyone in HQ knows the movies and sang out loud, "NO. NO. NO! We don't talk about Bruno!"

Miguel grunts having his green cloak on him, "Oh ha-ha, very funny! I only did it because Gabriella told me to be Bruno."

"Yeah. because papá is like Bruno; always in a dark room and hiding! And very sleepy lookin', too." Gabriella giggles as she twirls around to show off her pretty skirt.

"Awe, you guys are so cute!" Lupe appeared with her apprentices; Billie 1613 and Mariana 1022. Their masks were off being comfortable to show off their faces.

"Awwweee, such cuties!" The two girls behind Lupe awed.

Lupe looks at Miguel and grins widely, "Are you gonna tell me, my future, Mr. Canon?"

Lyla in her avatar pop out dressing as Peppa, "Hehehe, careful he'll go into hiding."

Miguel 928 gave a weak scowl before he saw Lupe's cat ears, "Aye, at least I dressed up."

"Nah, I'm not paying sixty dollars for a costume." Lupe laughs, then did a fake purr, "Meow. Do you like it, Miguelito?"

"Pfft, Tacky."

"Are you Catwoman, Lupe!" Gabriella asked looking at her ears.

"Maybe or a cat in general." The Spider-woman twisted her lips into a wide smile. "Its subjective."

"It's a poor excuse for a costume." Miguel mutters while he spend weeks making this Bruno costume and his daughter's costume.

"Oh Gabriella, your costume is so cute! So is May's!" Billie 1613 said happily with her hands clasp together, "I'm going to dress up as Ariel!"

"Your gonna be a princess, too!" Gabriella gasps with her eyes widen like they had sparkles in her eyes.

"Huh uh! I got this pretty blue dress for it." Billie giggles.

"I'm dressing up as Belle from Beauty and the Beast." Mariana smiles with joy.

"Oh, I wanna see it." Mayday stomp her foot on the ground, "I bet you'll look very pretty, Mariana!"

"Oh thank you, I will at the party." Mariana said happily, "Did you know Miguel 970, also said he's dressing up a character from Beauty and the Beast!"

"Oh wow, I guess the O'Haras have some weird power, because Gabriel told me, he's planning to dress up as Prince Eric." Billie said being naive.

Lupe crosses her arms then giggles, "Oh really, they both suddenly decided to be a character from a movie you two picked?"

"Yeah!" The girls were clueless.

"I can't wait to see them!" Gabriella happily bounce, "I love Belle and Ariel! They are my favorite princesses!"

Mayday said, "I wanna see the pretty blue dress." She took Billie 1613's hand trying to pull her, "Let's go see it!"

"Sorry, May. I have a lunch date with Gabriel- well, he calls it a date but I find it so silly since it's just us sitting together and talking about random stuff and eating good food." Billie 1613 explained.

Miguel 928 added, "That is a lunch date..."

"Oh no, a lunch date is when a couple go on dates and have lunch together, boss!"

"Yeah, papá. I had a lunch date with a boy from school!" Gabriella puff her chest out with confidence, "we share a juice box!"

"Oh how scandalous!" Mariana and Lupe fake gasps as Jess and Peter laughs at Miguel 928's reaction.

"Qué? Who was it?" Miguel 928 asked out loud, "Your too young para niños, Gabriella!"

"I'm not telling." Gabriella giggles with her little self hiding being Lupe's leg. "Right, Lupe. Us girls don't kiss and tell!"

"Right." Lupe saw the shock of a father figure as if his little girl no longer is staying a child.

"LUPE!"

"What? Me and Gabriella like to have evening tea time with Lyla."

"That's right." Lyla appeared in a Marilyn Monroe outfit on her avatar. "Sorry, Miguel. Gabriella made me pinky promise."

"What! Not fair, Lupe. You have to tell me."

"Nuh uh!"

Mariana said to Billie 1613, "Speaking of lunch dates. I think Miguel 970 is taking me to one, but hmm, he got all shy and grumpy about it."

"Oh no, has he been sleeping well." Billie said.

"I hope so!" The two Spider-woman talked having to ignore the two adults arguing- well, Miguel arguing.

Gabriella saw Petie and May together, "Oh wow, May is Barbie!"

The little three year old giggles with her pink Barbie roller blade outfit, "Daddy is Ken!" She hold her dad's hand.

Jess awed out loud, "Awe, how cute is little May. She's so Barbie."

"Just adorable." Peter 616 said as the adults went around to look at the little girl. May being a bashful went to hug her dad's leg.

Lupe hums, checking out Petie's tight roller blade Ken outfit, "You do realize Deadpool is gonna go crazy when he sees you and your fatty." She leans over to see Petie's butt then giggles.

"Oh god," Petie 2010 sighs, "But I wanted to match my baby. She looks so cute with this outfit."

"Oh wow, what a cute duo." They saw Miles 2020 with his triplets and Alpha dressed up as Pokemon characters. Miles wearing an Ash Ketchum outfit while his Alpha dressed up as Mega Charizard X and the triplets were dressed as up the three different types of Charizard. Mariana got her regular Charizard onesies, Aaron in a Chameleon costume, and Karl in a Mega Charizard Y onesies.

"ROAR!" Mariana 2020 pops out of her wagon stroller with her two brothers sat with her.

"Rawr!" The other two boy follow with their massive hoodie covering their faces as they try to look scary.

Jess laughs with amusement at the Omega being the only different one, "What happened, 2020? You the only one not a Pokemon."

"Wow, those outfits are so cool!" Gerald admires the triplets, especially Hobie's costumes, "You look so dope!"

"I'm always cool, lad." The Alpha ruffled the little boy's hair, "Say you got a swag fit, too."

"I wanna be Leonardo!" Aaron bounced from his spot, his upper body leaning over the edge of the stroller wagon.

Hobie 2020 chuckles, "For real, little one? You were begging to be a Pokemon." The triplets ignore him as they were busy talking to Gerald about his cool costume.

"First, I had this idea that maybe me and my mate can be trainers and our babies be starter Pokemon, but..." Miles 2020 only remembers the costume shop filled with his triplets fighting over Charmander and Charizard. Then, his mate was looking at the cool black and blue Mega Charizard being into the costume than being the trainer. "You know, you make do." Then his eyes saw the girls, "Awe, you two look so cute."

Mayday and Gabriella giggles being shy at their outfits. Miles 2020 saw Miguel 928 looking so serious in his Bruno costume that he burst out laughing, "Oh my gawd, no way. Are you seriously Bruno? Honestly, makes sense... he is a hermit."

The Omega quickly swirl around his boss to look at the outfit then saw his face, "Oh wow, even you did a good job with your makeup. Those dark circles look so real."

Lupe, Peter 616, Petie 2010 were snickering to themselves. "Like I could see the depression hitting, the exhaustion and five'o clock shadow-" Hobie 2020 stop his Omega from saying anything further while maintaining a serious expression, "Darling, he's not wearing anything." Then let out chuckle giving up his strength to hold it in.

Miguel 928 merely stare at them being unimpressed, Miles 2020 gasps, "Uh oh! I am so sorry, Miguel! You really gotta sleep."

"Yeah, take your naps!" Mariana 2020 shouted.

Mariana 1022 and Billie 1613 were looking at the triplets being so cute. They were like hatchlings from a Pokemon egg and all three are together in a nest. "Where's yo costume?" Karl asked in his choppy three old tone.

"Later, bebé. It's going to be a lot of work to put it on." Mariana 1022 cooed, as her hand gently rub Karl's round cheek.

"Best fren! Best fren, hey! Hey, best fren!" Mariana 2020 got all in Billie's face, "Where's yours?"

"Oh it's for the party. I need to do so much with my hair and makeup." She answered.

Mariana 2020 pouts with her hoodie covering her face, "Awe, I wanna see your outfit!."

"Don't worry. I promise I'll show it." Billie 1613 giggles.

"Mariana, no reason to pout, bebé." Her daddy said.

"But daddy! I see them with no costumes!" Mariana 2020 pouts with a huff.

"You want me to deal with her, luv?" Hobie 2020 asked.

"Please, bae." Miles 2020 said to his mate.

His husband picks up their daughter, "Relax, spitfire. We need to wait for the party."

"Awe!" His pup pouted.

"Oh wow, you guys went all out today!" They turn to find Pavtri dressed up as Prince Charming walking with Gwen and Hobie.

Gwen dressed up as the bride from Kill Bill had a fake sword and her yellow black jumpsuit with her hair a little teased and added a bit makeup to look like she was fighting.

Hobie wore horn headband that's nicely placed on his head, and had a fake thin devil tail. "Aye, cat woman." He grins at Lupe.

"See he gets it!" Lupe grins widely, "And you're a demon."

The punker grins widely with his arms crossed, "Always."

"Where's Miles? I thought he would be here." Gwen asked as Billie 1613 touches her fake sword.

Mariana 1022 carries Aaron, "Oh, I wonder what's his costume!"

"Probably something nerdy." Pavtri giggles.

"Oh, will he dress up as a cool anime character." Billie 1613 awe, "My brother use to dress up all the time for his anime club and it was so fun to watch him make the outfits."

"Oh that'll be fun. I wonder if he's dressing up a popular character like Howl from Howl's moving castle or Naruto." Mariana 1022 rub her chin.

"Or hopefully a Pokemon trainer!" Miles 2020 grins widely, "That way my idea will be complete."

Hobie 2020 holding his daughter, "Awe, can't handle a dragon?"

"Roar!" Their daughter roar at her daddy, "Fear me, daddy!"

"Yeah, so scary." Miles 2020 giggles at his pup, "Your just like your father." He winks at his husband, the Alpha let out a low rumble in the back of his throat with his scent seeping out of him.

"Huh oh, careful Millie. He might give you another set of triplets." Lupe chuckles.

"Hahaha, oh nonono. I'm good with these three." Miles 2020 laughs.

"Yeah, I want to be the only girl!" Mariana 2020 chimes out loud.

Gabriella said, "You don't want another sister! I always wanted another sibling."

Miguel let out a cough. "Really? Why? I like being on my own." Gerry said to Gabriella.

"I want a little brother or sister, too!" Mayday agrees with Gabriella.

"Look what you did, Lupe." Miguel said to the Spider-woman.

"What? You can give her a brother or sister, you're still... young?" She tilted her head to the side, "How old are you, again?"

Gwen said to Hobie, "What if Miles dress as an Angel? That'll be so cute."

Hobie turns into a slight baby pink, "My Sunflower as an Angel... yes, I would love to see that."

"Fingers crossed!" Pavtri said out loud.

The group were unaware of a familiar Spider-man running from up high coming down holding a three year old in his arms. "Who dat?" Petie squint his eyes up. Then everyone turns there head at the colorful Spider-man as the closer he got down dressed as Spider-Punk 138b.

He stood as soon he began talking, everyone knew it was Miles. "I'm Hobie Brown, when I’m not playing shows, antagonizing fascists, staging unpermitted political action slash performing art pieces." He did a pose while held a handcrafted thrifted electric guitar similar to Hobie's, "OR, having a laugh at the pub with the mandem. I'm not a role model, I was briefly a runway model. I hate the AM, I hate the PM, I hate labels!" He remove his Spider-Punk mask to show off his own wicks made from a synthetic wig with visible colorful lines and yarn to give that voluminous look. His face painted more Punk aesthetic with black lipstick, and wearing fake piercings similar to his boyfriend.

"Oh my gawd, that's such a cool Hobie costume!" Pavtri and Billie 1613 gasps with their eyes gleaming at Miles' costume. He got every part of the outfit to the tee.

Gwen said, "Wow, no wonder you were asking me about battle jackets."

"Whoa, is your guitar really!" Mayday went up with the other children to check out the outfit. Her hand touched the guitar.

"Yup!" Miles plays a weak string.

Mariana 1022 giggles, "Sweet, I like the hair. maybe you should do wicks more often."

"Oh yeah!" Miles grins widely, as he posed.

Petie said, "The suit and looks is spot on!"

"Yeah, no kidding. I thought it was another variant." Peter added.

"I really like the patch work on those jeans." Jess eyes on Miles' black jeans, she could tell he put a lot a thought on the design.

"He looks like other da-da!" Mariana 2020 said out loud to his daddy, "Right, daddy."

Miles 2020 giggles, "Yes, he does!"

Miles grins widely, "You know, I thought I try something new." His doe eyes glances at Hobie.

Everyone else saw Hobie 138b turning vivid bright pink. Hobie 2020 chuckles, "Tongue twisted, eh?" He patted his variant's back, "Heh, I would be too if my Sunflower dressed up as me." He looks back at his mate with a puppy pout.

Miles 2020 giggles, "Oh really? Maybe next year."

"I wanna dress up as da-da, daddy." Karl climbs on his daddy, being carried.

"I will keep that in mind, mi vida." Miles 2020 kisses his son on the cheek.

Hobie finally got up to look at his Sunflower, "You look Ace, luv. You got every detailed!" He saw the battle vest, "Oi, are you sure you didn't take my clothes."

"No, bae. I made everything. See!" Miles shows the brand of the battle vest, "It's a different brand."

"So, that means I should be you then... hmm perhaps I can steal me a Spider-man cost-" Then a three year old Spider-man pops up from Miles back, "No! It's me!" Billie's voice spoke from the tiny Spider-man.

"Hahaha, sorry, bae. Billie is me for Halloween." He had a baby strap underneath his battle jacket, he got Billie off his back.

The little girl dressed up in Miles' black and red suit wearing her mask and web shooter, "Hi, I'm Miles Morales! I am Spider-man and-and I'ma do my own thing!" She proudly puff her chest out, then shoot a dart from her web shooter at Hobie. "Hehe!"

"Awe, she looks so cute, Miles!" Jess quickly went over to look at Billy, "She's so adorable as a tiny Spider-man? Spider-woman?"

"I'm Miles!" Billie 1610 said out loud.

Hobie chuckles, "Heh, not follow gender norms. I like it."

"Ohhh how cute! Look at her tiny web-shooter!" Pavtri gawks.

Billie 1613 and Mariana 1022 cooed at Billie, "Awe, Billie. Your so cute as Miles."

"Hehehe! I'ma do my own thing." She saids trying to be her big brother. She didn't want to remove her mask.

Miles mimic Hobie's voice, "Sunflower, you're doing a fantastic job!" Gwen and Pavtri giggles at the perfect cockney accent.

"Huh uh!" Billie nodded.

Hobie picks up his Miles, "Hobie!" Miles being bashful.

"You're too precious to me, luv." He happily kisses Miles' cheek.

"No, Hobie! My big brother!" Billie huffs out loud.

"Well, now I know the party is going to quite ecstatic." Miguel said to the adults.

Peter laughs, "Yeah, especially when you got those two together."

"HOBIE!" Miles saw how the punker runs around having the children chasing them.

"No fair, Hobie! I wanna touch Miles' guitar!" Gabriella said out loud.

"I wanna hold Billie!" Mayday said out loud.

Gerry preach, "I wanna play with Miles."

Hobie merely plays around while carrying his lover and Billie. "Whoa-whoa!" Billie getting dizzy. "I wanna do my own THING!"

"Me too! Me too!" Mariana 2020 shouted out loud.

"Sorry, lads. I'm not sharing him." Hobie chuckles at the children.

#punkflower #hobie brown #spiderman #miles morales #fanfic #spider verse #flowerpunk

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ofieugogyshz · 5 months

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🌟 + the Johto Elite Four? /genuine, lighthearted

Send a 🌟 + name and I’ll talk about my self insert’s bond to that character!

oh man i had so much fun with brainstorming this stuff back when i made Our Love Is Here To Stay. will constantly be referring back to this fic as i talk about them

Will - I made him kinda showboaty and full of himself in my fic lol, but also i feel like that's kinda true about his character, from what i remember off the top of my head. Also weird vibes. Like, once, when I was a teen, I think I dreamt that he had a crush on me and wanted me to date him instead of Lance? So I kiiiiiindaaa very subtly snuck that into the background lore of the fic. I think Riya was the only one I've told that to so far, outside of whenever I probably posted that on my devart journal when it first happened lol?. Basically, he's just Lance's coworker to me.

Bruno - Love this guy, or well, the way he came out in the fic. Basically kinda borrowed a smidge from pokemas' direction with his character, but also the idea that he's also one of those cheerful loudboxes with how often he shouts HOO-HAH! or something :p Canonically, I don't think he'd be as big of a softie as I wound up writing him, but it was too funny not to think about him being like that. He's always very nice and sweet with me and greets everyone loudly. He was also the one who won all the betting pools on when Lance and I would date/propose/etc. Everyone overthought it, he just synthesized gossip info from the pokecen/league employees. He's kinda like that boisterous loud uncle who would also get very serious if someone tried to hurt you? But mostly we just enjoy having Pokemon battles together a lot and sometimes he shares his food with me if I'm waiting for Lance at the Pokemon League.

Karen - I love Karen!!!! I forget where the hell I got the idea that she was canonically a model/fashionista of some sort, but you can't tell me that's a wrong headcanon to have. She's that work bestie-in-law kinda thing except it's my husband's work but my bestie when i go there. She'll share devious little secrets about Lance with me, especially in the early/dating years, though by now there's less she could share that I wouldn't already know/believe. She still tells me when he's done something embarrassing (for him) and then I get to just later be like "So, honey... about <redacted event>?" "I really wish Karen didn't catch that =_="

When Lance and I were first dating/almost dating, she was very supportive and helpful for basic dating/beauty/appearance tips. c: She also sometimes envies us, because she hasn't had a lot of long-term relationships that worked out because of her position/goals/life ambitions and beliefs.

Koga - embarassing old man co-worker that you tease your husband about him becoming. Koga and I have battled enough, from when he was originally a Gym Leader and again after his promotion to the E4, that he respects me as a Pokemon Trainer. But it took awhile for him to start seeing me as a grown-up adult from when I most battled him as a kid and teen. We have a fairly amicable relationship overall, as far as the coworker vs coworker's wife dynamic goes. He's this cool but sometimes embarrassingly out of touch old guy I know and I'm some person who can help translate his teenage daughter's mysterious ways!

Thank you so much for asking about them! I absolutely love getting to talk about them whenever I can on a meta level bc of the fic I wrote, bc I went from being like "yeah sure they're characters may as well include them" to "this is my husband's squad of coworkers and everyone in this group is embarrassing to each other in some way shape or form."

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kogito-mojito · 2 years

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Camilo, being disappointed.

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Uncolored version, because I like it more. (My coloring is lazy af)

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#SEVEN FOOT FRAME #rATS aLoNG hiS BACk #i used to think tio bruno was cool #but hes just weird #also hah i made a funny #i really like how Bruno came out #hes so smol and adorable gkhfkhgdkhgfd #got lazy on camilo tho lol #sorry camilo #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #rats #encanto #my posts #my fanart #funnies

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wikluk · 2 years

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Okay, first of all I LOVE your fanfic and I was wondering if in your Mirabel Dead AU. I mean what if before the events of the movie Mirabel was making little gifts for all of them like she did for Antonio and they didn't know. But as they were cleaning the ruins of the Casita theh find the most unfinished projects. What do you think will happen? How will they react seeing their gift? She was making one for each one of them.

Thank you for writing an amazing fanfic!

Thanks, Anon!

It's... Ya know, it's actually a good question and angst potential lol. But let's cross out two gifts since she already made a gift for Antonio (his plushie) and for Julieta (it's mentioned in the unspoken invisible pain that Julieta found the apron Mirabel intended to give her for her birthday (back then I had no idea Antonio and the triplets' birthday are 5 months apart, so let's say Mirabel just likes to have everything prepared much earlier lol)). So it leaves 8 people because without Bruno, of course who can receive gifts. Let's go:

Abuela – Alma’s guilt’s gonna be strong when she finds a sketch of a mourning shawl but embroidered with small golden butterflies. She’d frame the picture and keep it on her bedtable and after her death... This picture would go to Julieta. Also, it would remind her of the mistakes she made throughout her life. Quite a punishment, hah.

Agustín – Pair of socks! Just like those he wears in the movie - mismatched and being a symbol of all of his girls, this time including Julieta and Isabela as well (instead of her flower). He’d tear up, completely. He already loved the previous pair, the other would be just his greatest treasure. Two favourite pairs, rarely worn, only on good occasions because he’s afraid he’s gonna damage them.

Isabela – I actually think Mirabel would make something... Casual for her. Like a headband too, to keep her long hair away when Isabela attends to the flowers in their garden and in the town. (I refuse to accept she didn't have a garden pre-movie. She definitely did, maybe together with Julieta.) It would make Isabela regret so many things, considering she feels like she failed Mirabel... And despite it all, their ups and downs, Mirabel still made her a gift. Totally heartbreaking.

Luisa – I always imagined it would be either a plushie, just like for Antonio. Or bracelets. I think her plushie would be unfinished... Like... Maybe Mirabel started doing it but it was left to decorate and so on - it has one eye and unfinished hair and pattern but it’s the most priceless thing Luisa owns. She’d totally cry into it when her emotions overwehlm her.

Pepa – I thought Mirabel would gift her a headband handmade by her. And it would just make her weep like a baby. She’d definitely need some Felix to keep her going after that.

Félix – Hc that Mirabel knows how to design, paint and draw. She wanted to customise a new umbrella for Felix, adding some clouds all over it. She even started painting it but never finished. It’s gonna be his favourite umbrella and one that would always make Pepa calm down.

Dolores – Earmuffs or a headband, just like Pepa’s. Dolores would be touched and it would quickly become her favourite thing.

Camilo – Huh... Imagine she wanted to make him his own kitchen gloves after he burnt his hands a few times in a row while trying to steal food when Julieta went out lol. But Camilo also likes to cook and help Julieta so... Mirabel thought it would be a nice gift. She made a project, and draw even some funny little reference pic of Camilo with those gloves on, with some text too. Probably something silly, or some inside joke. Camilo would frame this project too. He’d never take it off his walls, keeping it like a small Mirabel Memorial.

damn i went deep

#wiktoria's fanfiction corner #encanto #Mirabel's Dead AU #DAMN IT'S DEPRESSING #BUT ALSO AHHHHH

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ken-katayanagi · 2 years

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Encanto Gift Exchange

I was assigned @deadpancrowmomma with the prompt "Bruno with a platonic relationship"

@encantogiftexchange

He wondered how his eyes always managed to hurt the worst after visions.

Bruno sighed, a damp rag placed over his eyes. He’d managed to negate his headaches for the most part with his sister's cooking, but after a vision he might as well not have a face. He sank into his recliner, most of his furniture having been moved from his hole in the wall (literally) up to his newly renovated room. It made the process slightly easier, but his body still ached and cramped, his legs curling into his stomach. He shivered, sweat soaking his forehead.

“Cuanado?” Agustin slowly opened the door, Bruno flinching at the stream of candlelight. “Feeling better?”

“No.” He snipped.

“I…thought so.” He slipped in, making sure not to let the light fall on him further. “I’d offer you an arepa but I don’t think it would help.” Gently he switched out the towels and sat by, head resting on the arm of the chair. “Do you think some fresh air would help?”

“Is it cold outside?”

“Freezing.”

“Let's go.”

“I thought you stopped smoking.” Bruno said as he wrapped his towel around his shoulders, Agustin nibbling along the edge of his pipe. The dark of the night played around their shoes, a gentle shine of candlelight coming from the kitchen. They leaned against the wall, Casita bringing Bruno’s towels out for him.

“I did. It’s not stuffed, but it’s a nice feeling, chewing.”

“You’re, uh, you’re not supposed to chew it.” He laughed, the sound hollow.

“And you’re not supposed to do visions alone.” Bruno frowned, rolling his eyes.

“And you’re not supposed to give cigars to the rats.”

“Now, now I stopped doing that!”

“You thought it was hilarious.”

“Well, it’s not my fault I think it’s funny that they can’t fit the cigarette in their tiny little paws. And I took it if they tried to eat it!”

“Agustin, I'm going to ask you straight up.” Agustin stiffened, unused to the tone. “Do you think rat cancer is humorous?” They giggled, then snickered, then fell out laughing, sliding down the wall as they howled into the night. Somewhere, thunder clapped, and the two shushed one another as a light flicked upstairs. They sat, frozen, and the light flicked off.

“Ay, the devil never sleeps.” Bruno quipped, Agustin snorting as he wheezed hard. He slammed the stone, desperately trying to catch his breath. Bruno had missed this. The long, cold nights of dry wit and smoking under a random tree so Julieta wouldn’t yell at them for ruining their lungs. (Not that her aperas hadn’t kept them in perfect health, but both men had found themselves weaned off the habit by her nagging.) Such nights hardly existed in the walls, and only if he pretended the rats could speak. A soft breeze caught his cheek as his eyes finally began to stop aching. The night was young and it’s coolness soothed him.

“Feeling better?”

“A bit. My back doesn’t hurt-” Bruno stretched, his back tensing up. “-didn’t hurt.”

“Hah! I don’t think that was your vision Brunito.” Agustin leaned in. “I think you’re just old.”

“If I’m old, you’re ancient.”

“With my, oh, yes extra two months. Again, delight me in the ways of the young.” They snickered at that, the months of absence seeming to close like it was nothing. “If I can, though. What was in your vision?” He perked up.

“I, uh, just, things.”

“You don’t have to share if you don’t want to.”

“It’s nothing bad!”

“Bruno.” He flinched, hardly recognizing the tone.

“I, I just mean that it wasn’t anything big. It was one of my montage visions ya’know? Lots of little stuff, wedding here, birth there.”

“Oh?” Agustin said.

“Not for a while Gus.”

“Ay, I was never impatient till I met you.” Agustin groaned, but his face was almost gleeful. Bruno smiled. He was one of the few people who was often more excited to receive a vision than he was dreading a possibly bad one. Part of him knew this was why it was best he first saw his disastrous vision. His shoulders slumped, and the night wind pierced the comfy wool of his ruana. “It’s getting cold. We should head in, maybe Julieta saved you some dinner.”

“Si.”

“I was wondering when you’d come down. Eat.” Julieta pushed an arepa and a plate of stuffed shells towards her brother, Agustin sneaking the last of the strawberry oblas as she emptied her baskets. Tomorrow was her day off (Mirabel enforced them with a frightening iron embroidery needle) but Antinio’s animals would devour them if they weren’t cleaned properly.

“Ah, gracias. Sorry for missing dinner. I figured it would just be easier to get it over with…” Julieta just waved him off.

“As long as you eat.” She said, a faint hint of fear playing around her tone. But her grin returned, and she shook her brother’s shoulders. “If you get any thinner we could use you as paper!!”

“Wah! Gus!” Agustin laughed, whisking his wife away from her already frazzled sibling. He ate, watching them as they twirled around the room.

“Ah! Oh, oh my, hm…” She giggled, placing her baskets on their shelf and heading for the archway. “We’re going to head up. Do you need anything else?”

“Oh, uh, no, I can get it.”

“Alright. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight!” Bruno bit into a shell, delicious pork coating his mouth. Silently, he wondered how he’d managed to have such a wonderful family.

#encanto #encanto gift exchange #i dont know how to read more on mobile

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chaoticspacefam · 3 years

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I was tagged by @darth-bagel thank you! I shall tag (no pressure as always and feel free to ignore!) : @a-muirehen , @palepinkycat , @walk-ng-d-saster , @kyber-heart and @berriku <3

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 5 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

Name/Nickname: I usually go by Elf/Elven online, tho my gf also calls me Boyscout (it’s an inside joke we have XD)

Gender: Cis female

Star sign: Taurus ♉

Height: 5′4″ (I can’t believe I’m actually taller than someone, sorry Bagel!)

Birthday: April 21st. Prolly gonna be spending another birthday in lockdown but hey, at least I can either play SWTOR with some buds or ARK with dad this time so that’ll prob be what I’ll be doing. Gotta make the most of it

Time: as I’m finishing this to post it, it is 1:22pm

Favorite bands: I have a lot so hold onto your hats lmao: Fall Out Boy, Glass Animals, Panic! At The Disco, Hop Along (not sure if these two still count as bands or if they’d fall under solo now...), MISSIO, 30 Seconds to Mars, Shinedown, Lord Huron is apparently a band now too tho he started solo owo, The Oh Hellos, Of Monsters And Men, The Antlers, PVRIS, Bastille, Young Heretics, Dorothy, The Crane Wives, The Mountain Goats

Favorite solo artists: Hozier, Willyecho (pretty sure he’s solo? XD), Billie Eilish, Ed Sheeran, Lorde, Mikky Ekko, Iron & Wine, Marina (& The Diamonds), Florence & The Machine, EDEN, P!nk, Keaton Henson, Amanda Palmer, Halsey, Radical Face, grandson, Lincoln

Song stuck in my head: as of this morning, The Mighty Fall by Fall Out Boy

Last movie: Uuuhh, pretty sure it was Hotel Transylvania 2, I was feeling icky the other day and needed to laugh so XD

Last show: The Alien Worlds series on Netflix, it’s really cool even if I wish they’dve come up with better names for the alien critters ¬_¬

When did I create this blog: Oh, not that long ago actually, funnily enough. I’ve been in and out of tumblr for a long while but never made my own blog(s) till about March last year (2020)

What do I post: this blog is exclusively SWTOR (and KOTOR) related stuff, anything from awesome art, writing and headcanons from mutuals, to my own art, screencaps from my and mutuals’ gameplay, to my own fics, headcanons and stuff. My other blog is for “canon” Star Wars, general fandom/gaming stuff etc. Very occasionally I might post non-swtor posts like this one here if I feel it “belongs” in the “get to know elven” tag

Last thing I googled: "acnh how many villagers can you have” - I wasn’t sure what the limit was and I play sporadically so I didn’t know, don’t laugh at me LMAO

Other blogs: just my other/main blog: @itstheelvenjedi . There’s “canon”-era Star Wars, LotR/The Hobbit stuff as well as a little bit of Warrior Cats, other gaming (mainly ARK: Survival Evolved atm), as well as a tiny bit of politics and ranty stuff. All is properly tagged so you can block any tags you don’t want to see.

Do I get asks: I do! I’m kinda slow answering them sometimes but I promise if you send me one I will always answer it and I appreciate every single one <3

Why I chose my url: ok, so, my mains are mostly wlw - except for Kas - (and yes, wlw can use the word “lesbian” if we want to, as a demisexual wlw person I will beat you with my crutch, fuck off, it’s a blanket wlw term just like “sapphic” and you don’t get to decide what I can and cannot call myself or my characters, you’re not me), they’re chaotic and they live in the SWTOR verse which is sometimes affectionately called a “space opera” so: chaoticspacelesbians. my main blog is because “TheElvenJedi” has been my main online pseud since about 2014, but theelvenjedi was apparently taken when I made my tumblr so I had to add something else to the beginning, therefore I went with itstheelvenjedi cause it was the closest thing to theelvenjedi and easy for me to remember XD

Following: 229 apparently (oop. I should probably....go through that and trim out the year+ inactive blogs huh o.o)

Followers: 90 (holy crackers where did you all come from LMAO am I really that funny???)

Average hours of sleep: I try to stick to at least 7, sometimes when insomnia hits tho it’s more like 4... >__<

Lucky number: 4 again! I just really dig it, it’s a cool number.

Instruments: I used to play recorder, and I took a couple drum lessons in primary school but couldn’t afford to keep it up ;-; it was fun while it lasted tho!

What am I wearing: ...my pyjamas and a dressing gown. It’s cold and I don’t have to go out or expect visitors today so I’m staying warm. Don’t judge me LOL

Dream job: I would’ve loved to have done either Riding Groom/Jockey (which I might have managed 6 or so years back but uhhh, I can’t handle the physical strain anymore, thanks granny joints!) or Animal Assisted Therapy, but there’s no way I can cope with managing my own business, it’s too much for me qwq A lot of things are Too Much For Me, unfortunately. I will take working checkout at a grocery store at the rate I’m going now tbh.

Dream trip: 1) to visit the gf in Germany and see the Christmas Markets there, and also 2) to go to New Zealand and visit the Hobbit/LotR sets and see all the wildlife :’D

Favorite food: Mac n cheese, it’s just...so good....

Nationality: South African/British (yes, I am in fact dual-national even if my SA passport has expired and I can’t find money to renew it, it’s on my birth certificate and in my blood so HAH)

Favorite song: I have...a few... but uhh Bruno Is Orange - Hop Along Bury Me Face Down - grandson Domestic Bliss - Glass Animals (TW: abuse mention, abusive relationship) Raise Hell - Dorothy Woman King - Iron & Wine Save Rock n Roll - Fall Out Boy Saint Bernard - Lincoln I could go on for a while but these are the ones that oft live in my head rent-free XD

Last book read: I don’t even know, tbh....I haven’t been able to focus on reading in a while 😅

Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in:

1. SWtOR (obviously. Gimme a lightsaber and Force powers, stat!)

2. LotR/The Hobbit

3. ARK: Survival Evolved (I’d prolly get eaten by a t-rex or a spino in like 5 mins but hey, the thought of actually having a bunch of pet prehistoric animals is nice~)

#not swtor #get to know elven #i was gonna put this on my main blog but since i have more followers here & *technically* this is the blog bagel tagged #XD #plus i don't post much about *me* here and this is impersonal enough that it feels safe to share with y'all #some proof i am an actual living being behind a screen and not some sort of pro-empire robot #hahahaha

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heartfeltheroes · 5 years

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SINGULARITY

[ alfonse x summoner! reader ] — dancing with death.

“A thick ice has formed

in the dream I shortly went into,

my agonizing phantom pain is still the same.”

word count: 4523

TW: death + blood

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Alfonse didn’t like the cold.

As a prince, he didn’t get much room to complain. He faced the cold winds with the pride and bravery of a prince, as was expected of the heir to the Askran throne. Gustav would truly reprimand him for letting himself be weakened by something as silly as the winter winds.

Even if it was cold, it didn’t mean he’d stop his training. No, it just meant he had to train harder, to build up his endurance. He had to get stronger, he had people he loved to protect after all. Sharena was counting on him, his mother was depending on him, and the people of Askr put their future in his hands. And now, you relied on him as well.

But, no matter how hard he tried, it just seemed like he couldn’t get strong enough. His friends always fell one after another on the battlefield, falling victims to the hands of the Emblian Empire. Veronica sneered with delight at the sight of her fallen foes, Alfonse grimaced with the death of his friends hanging heavy on his shoulders.

At the end of the day, Breidablik always brought them back. While the scars never appeared and the pain was always gone, the memories of their fatal ends stuck with Alfonse. Their screams and their cries were burned into his mind, replaying in his mind whenever he thought he could be at peace.

Just like every other battle, you stuck to his side. You had dubbed him your ‘designated bodyguard’, a title he took with pride. With you, official titles didn’t matter; he wasn’t the Prince of Askr, he was just Alfonse.

In all honesty, it was almost funny how much the Prince of Askr came to care for you, his dear Summoner.

At first, he had been nothing but cold to you. He shut down any conversation you had with him, he refused to sit near you during lunch, and he never trained with you among other things. If it didn’t benefit Askr, he didn’t care. Zacharias had already left him heartbroken once, he didn’t need to go through the pain again.

Yet, his actions didn’t deter you in the least. It just made you try even harder, it was almost like you saw his stubbornness as a challenge. Slowly, ever so slowly, you chipped away at the walls he had set up so carefully. It was only a matter of time before you wormed your way into his heart.

It didn’t stop there, he couldn’t just see you as his friend anymore. Before Alfonse knew it, he had fallen in love, and damn did he fall hard. It was like he had been shot straight in the heart by Cupid’s arrow. If he didn’t know better, he’d accuse you of placing him under a love spell.

These feelings he held for you were true. His love was genuine and it was reserved for you and you only.

He’d be damned if he let someone so close to him fall once again.

“Woo-hoo!” You cheered, throwing the hand that held Breidablik into the air, “Go Hector! Go Roy!” Aforementioned heroes focused on you for just a small moment, proud grins on both their faces, before returning to the fight on hand.

Alfonse couldn’t help but smile at your enthusiasm. “I have to say, [Name], your tactician skills have certainly improved,” He pointed out, a chuckle leaving his lips when you unconsciously smiled at his praise.

There was a clear improvement from the day you were first thrown into Askr and now. Back then, you struggled to give out simple orders to your heroes. But now, you guided them to victory, a comforting force on the battlefield for your allies and a sign of peace.

Although not every battle was won, sometimes you faced loss after loss. Those days were the ones that would stick you to the bitter end. With those losses, you simply picked up your bearings and vowed to improve. He admired your will to move on, it was one of the many things he loved about you.

“You flatter me, Alfonse, but if you want to flirt with me you’re going to have to try harder than that,” You joked offhandedly. Alfonse felt his face flush cherry red, spanding from his round cheeks to the tips of his ears. How you could say something so casually was beyond him, the mere words made him flustered.

“[N-Name]! You — you’ve misunderstood m-my words!” He stuttered, stumbling over his words. You didn’t miss the way he turned into a tomato, a light laugh leaving your lips, “It’s okay, Alfie. I know you’ll try harder next time.” At that, Alfonse let out a choked noise.

You surveyed the battlefield with a confident gaze. With the way things were looking, you were surely going to win. Hector and Roy took out foe after foe, leaving behind a bloody mess in their wake. Mist, on the other hand, provided aid whenever needed. Ylgr simply took out the enemies getting too close to your two powerhouses. Everything was going all according to plan.

You had stayed up all night last night preparing for this battle. You had received word from a spy that Veronica and Loki were close by, ready to attack at any time. That, in turn, motivated you to study and revise your tactics in preparation. You’d say it’d pay off with how the way things were looking, you even found a tinge of pride blooming in your chest.

After this, your merry party would trek back to the castle, the feeling of victory in all your hearts. Sharena would greet you all, happy as ever, as Fjorm offered her help to those that needed it. Anna would usher you all to the mess hall to share a meal with the Order of Heroes where you’d recount your stories on the battlefield. Everything was going to be alright!

Well, that’s how it was supposed to be, but things never seemed to turn towards your favor.

“Argh, Askr — I will kill Askr. . .hah”

That voice, you froze. Your hands twitched around Breidablik, unconsciously gripping the handle tighter. The once joyous air turned sour, tense with the appearance of an old friend. You looked to Alfonse, the urge to make sure he was okay the only thing on your mind.

He was just as shocked as you were, his eyes betrayed all feeling he tried to keep at bay. He swallowed, mouth suddenly feeling dry. Neither of you could forget that voice, never in a million years. It was the voice of someone suffering, of someone in pain.

Bruno?

You had to help him.

In tandem, the two of you turned around, weapons at the ready. You held Breidablik, as Alfonse drew Fólkvangr. Sure, he might’ve been a familiar face, but you knew of the curse that ran through his veins. As much as you didn’t want to fight him, your will to live was stronger.

Bruno looked worse compared to your last meeting, panting as he tried to fight the voice in his head. He ran a gloved hand through his silver hair, shaking his head with closed eyes. You could see sweat drip from his forehead; whatever battle he was fighting, it was definitely a hard one.

“Zacharias—” Alfonse tried to speak, but Bruno cut him off. “Zacharias is. . .dead. He never was, spawn of Askr,” Bruno growled, before letting out an agonizing yell. He screwed his eyes shut tighter, his hands pulling out handfuls of his hair.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The last time you had saw him, he looked like he had his curse under wraps. Now it held a vice-like grip on him, torturing him inside and out. “Bruno, what happened?” You asked, taking a tentative step forward. He took a step back, like he was a frightened animal. “Don’t, hah, come closer. . .I don’t want to hurt you, Summoner. Don’t—make me,” He demanded.

Before either of you could respond, he sprinted off. You felt your heart pang with hurt at his diminishing form. You turned to Alfonse with determination that burned like fire in your eyes, “I have to go after him, Alfonse,” You declared. You weren’t taking no for an answer.

Alfonse was taken aback, but he didn’t disagree with you. Bruno was just as important to him as you were. “If you’re leaving, then I’m going with!” He demanded. You were quick to shoot him down, “Alfonse! He’s not — he’s not the Bruno you know, his curse is getting to him.”

Alfonse stood his ground, “That’s why we need to go, to help him!” He refuted, he wasn’t going to back down either. “I need to follow him, not we,” You corrected, causing his eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

You sighed at his stubbornness, he wasn’t understanding what you were trying to say. “What I’m trying to say is that he’ll kill you if you follow him,” You reiterated, trying to get your point across. He opened his mouth to argue back, but you didn’t give him the chance. “You can’t die, Alfonse! Just. . .Just stay here! I can do this on my own,” You ordered, stomping your foot into the ground for emphasis.

His lips pressed into a flat line, “I cannot allow this, [Name]. If you leave, then I’m coming with,” He affirmed. You had to admit, Alfonse was stubborn when he had his heart set on something. There was no telling him otherwise, and you knew that. Looks like you were going to have to resort to a new plan.

“Well, have fun trying to catch up then, Princey.” You ran off without another word, leaving Alfonse behind in the dust. You couldn’t afford to argue while Bruno was suffering, each second wasted could’ve been used to help him.

Alfonse was, once again, taken off guard by your actions. He cursed under his breath once he processed your actions. You were always the faster of the two, especially when he had his armor on.

With one last look to the battlefield, Alfonse ran off towards the direction you had fled. He pushed himself to his very limits, there was no telling what could happen, especially when you were going against someone as unpredictable as Bruno.

As much as it pained him to say it, Bruno was dangerous. Breidablik couldn’t do anything besides summon heroes, leaving you defenseless before the curse that flowed through Bruno’s veins. Your heart was in the right place when you demanded he stay, but he was never one to listen to orders when it challenged his own stubbornness.

He had to get to you, he had to. He couldn’t lose you like he lost everyone else, if he did then the war would truly be lost. There was no telling if Breidablik would revive it’s faithful summoner, and Alfonse didn’t exactly feel like testing if it did.

You, on the other hand, knew Alfonse couldn’t catch you. Days of training had proved that your speed triumphed over his, something you made sure to flaunt whenever you could. Those days of track in high school were finally paying off.

You ran into the forests without hesitation, intent on finding Bruno. He was in such pain, you could hear it in his voice. It was the same way he spoke when you first met him, when he revealed himself as Zacharias. While you did feel bad for forcing Alfonse to stay behind, you knew it’d be dangerous for any of the Askrans to come near Bruno.

You found Bruno standing in a meadow, a small area desolate of ant trees. You slowed your sprint to a jog, huffing for air after such a long run. Wow, you were really out of shape, your lungs burned and cried for air.

“Bruno!” You called out, gaining his attention. He turned to face you, his eyes covered by the mask he always wore. Even if he were without the mask, you could tell his face was devoid of any emotion.

His face was neutral, staring at your form. His intense gaze made you flinch, you took a step backwards as a precaution. “Let me help you, Bruno. Alfonse isn’t here; it’s just me and you,” You spoke, waiting for a response.

You expected him to let out a howl of pain, like he did earlier, but instead he began to laugh. His laughter became louder and louder, as if he were amused. You stared on in confusion, this was nothing like the laughter you had heard when he was under the influence of the curse. This was something else, something way sinister.

“Who knew it’d be so easy to trick the mighty summoner of Askr?” He spoke, his voice suddenly higher and more feminine in tone.

You blinked in surprise, thrown off by his new voice. It took you a moment to put two and two together, but once you did your gaze hardened, “You’re not Bruno, aren’t you?” You seethed, more angry at yourself for letting yourself fall victim so easily.

Loki let the glamor fall away, revealing her true form. You aimed your arms forward, locking them in place as your aimed Breidablik at her. She let out a laugh at your stance, “Poor [Name], I already know that Breidablik only shoots heroes. You’re defenseless, sweet summoner.”

You could only stay silent, taking a step back with every step forward she took. “Well, aren’t you going to talk to me? You sure did seem talkative with dear old Alfonse back there,” She mocked. You grit your teeth, placing Breidablik by your hip, “What do you want Loki?” You demanded, never letting your grip of Breidablik falter.

“What do I want, hm?” The words rolled out of her mouth, sounding so sweet, yet you knew they were anything but. “For starters, I want Breidablik, but unfortunately you’re the only one that can use it. How sad.” She pretended to fake pout.

“Spill it already, I know there’s more to it than that,” You urged. You were really starting to regret leaving Alfonse behind, the simple presence of this trickster was more than enough to have you on edge.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” She spoke, circling your form. It was then you realized she didn’t have her staff on hand, which was rather odd. You didn’t take her as a person who would leave themselves undefended, but who knew what she had up her sleeves? You didn’t allow yourself to let your guard down.

“You see, my dear, sweet princess wants you dead,” Loki mentioned, causing you to roll your eyes. “We all know that, Loki. I already told you to cut the crap,” You huffed. She let out a little giggle, “If I want Breidablik and Veronica wants you dead, then why don’t I just take out two birds with one stone?”

It took you a moment to process her words, but once you did your eyes widened. “You wouldn’t—” You tried to say, but her actions answered for you. “Oh, but I would.” In her right hand, a purple dagger appeared.

Your fearful eyes met her own, catching the playful and sadistic glint in her gaze. She sighed dreamily, “I wish you could see the look on your face, it’s simply divine,” She expressed, pressing a hand to her cheek.

You cursed to yourself silently; now that you were stuck in this situation, it made you wish you took Xander up on his offers to train you. He had his worries about you not being able to defend yourself, but you reassured him with the fact Alfonse was protecting you.

But Alfonse wasn’t here now, and you were defenseless. Great.

As Loki stalked forwards, you let your feet guide you backwards. If you ran, maybe you’d run into Alfonse, then he could save you. But she could always just throw the dagger, depending on her aim she could cause some permanent damage.

You were starting to panic, your breathing becoming uneven. The reality that you were about to die finally set in, making you dizzy from the anxiety coursing through your veins.

“[Name]!”

You heard Alfonse call your name, the sound of feet hitting the grass becoming louder and louder. You looked to him with hope, but he could see the underlying fear present in your eyes from a mile away.

He was quick to notice the dagger Loki held in her hand, extended towards you as you walked backwards. In that moment, the moment he realized that you were truly about to die, adrenaline kicked into his system.

He ran to your aid as fast as he could. His legs were burning and begging for a break, but he didn’t care. Alfonse forced himself to go to his limits, desperate to protect you. You were out of options, that much was obvious, and you were struggling to keep calm.

He was so close, so close, but Loki was faster. It all happened too fast, way too fast for him to comprehend in the time that it happened. In one moment you were standing tall, Breidablik in hand; in the next you were on the ground, a large wound in your stomach as you bled out.

Never, never in a thousand years, would he imagine that the mighty summoner of Askr would fall.

Time seemed to slow down, with Alfonse’s own world falling apart. He could only watch as you fell to the ground, landing rather harshly on the grass. You held a gloved hand onto your new wound, the river of blood that weeped from the dagger in your stomach dying your white robes a jarring vermillion. Your eyes were glazed over, staring at the baby blue skies above your head, as soft whimpers left your mouth.

Suddenly, a piercing cry left your lips, your body finally processing the pain caused by the wound. Alfonse eyes widened at the noise, before he saw the blood. He felt anger swell in his chest at the sight of you writhing in pain, crying tears that didn’t seem to stop.

Loki let out an annoyed huff at the sight of the Askran prince. “See you on the other side, summoner,” Loki bid farewell, knowing that you couldn’t hear her in your shock-induced state. Before Alfonse could bring Fólkvangr upon her form, Loki disappeared with a wave of her hand.

He let Fólkvangr fall from his hand, rushing to your crumpled side on the green grass. He knelt down besides you, flinching as he watched your blood seep into the pristine fabric of his own outfit, yet took your unoccupied hand into his.

Alfonse was quick to take notice of you pale skin. He remembered the days the two of you spent outside, walking around the castle gardens of Askr. Back then, you appeared vivid and so full of life. Right now, you skin was clammy and cold.

With the enemy out of the way, Alfonse focused on you. He didn’t care about Loki, or your allies on the battlefield, or about the mission; what mattered here and now was you.

“[Name],” He called, worrying when he didn’t get a response. “[Name]!” He called once again, this time louder than before. You blinked twice, acknowledging Alfonse’s calls, as you grounded yourself in the here and now.

“Loki,” You choked out, “we need to get her, she wants Breidablik!” You attempted to stand up, stopped by the pain blossoming in your own abdomen and Alfonse’s insistent hand pressing down on your shoulder.

“This, hah, really, really hurts,” You whined, as if it weren’t a fatal wound you were dealing with. Alfonse squeezed your hand lightly as a sign of comfort, “I’m here, [Name],” He exclaimed, but the loud volume of his voice caused you to grimace.

Alfonse took notice to your rapid and unsteady breathing, his face softening considerably. You needed help and you needed it now, but Mist was too far away. He grit his teeth, he was at a loss as to what to do. He stared at the dagger in your stomach with despair, he couldn’t pull it out here.

Sweat dribbled down your forehead, a cold, unsettling feeling finding its way into your system. You recognized it as anxiety, it settled into your veins like a blanket of cold. You hated this feeling, you hated being weak.

“I don’t want to die!” You blurted suddenly, panting as your lungs were desperate for air, “I don’t want to die, Alfonse! Please, Alfonse, please. It hurts — please.”

All you wanted to do was sleep off the pain. You couldn’t think straight, see straight, you couldn’t do anything. You felt weak, helpless, and now your heroes were at risk of being in danger because of you.

“You’re not going to die, not as long as I’m here.” Alfonse’s hand found its way to your cheek, cupping it so you could stare into his beautiful, blue eyes. You never noticed how vibrant his eyes were until today. They were glossed over with worry and concern, his gaze hardened as he tried to keep calm. You could stare at them all day, his eyes were like a deep blue ocean that you were getting lost in.

You shook your head lightly, clearing your thoughts. You needed to stay awake, not think about Alfonse’s eyes. You attempted to stop your eyes from drooping, but the idea of sleeping sounded so, so nice. With Alfonse by your side, you knew you’d be safe and protected.

“Don’t leave me,” You begged, and faintly you could see Alfonse nod his head. His hair bounced with the movement of his head, dragging a small smile from your lips. “I won’t leave, not until you’re better,” He reaffirmed, a sense of seriousness in his voice.

You felt your heart rate speeding up, but you couldn’t tell if it was from Alfonse or the shock of blood loss.

“Am I, ah, supposed to be dizzy. . .?” You questioned, more to yourself than anyone else. The world spun around you, even Alfonse faded in and out of sight. Black spots dotted your vision, your consciousness threatening to leave you. You fought tooth and nail to stay awake, to stay with Alfonse.

When met with no response, your worry grew, “Alfonse—? Are you still here?”

Alfonse fought an internal battle with himself: should he leave and get Mist, or take you with him? If he took you with him, there was a chance he could make your injuries worse. That was the last thing he wanted to do. Alfonse was meant to protect you, but now you lay here dying in his arms.

He was weak.

“Yeah,” He spoke, voice cracking, “I’m still here.”

You squirmed, restlessness getting to you. “I’m sorry—” You choked out, placing your hand atop the one that held your cheek, “for arguing e-earlier. I know. . .you were just trying to protect me.” A solemn tear fell down your cheek, yet your cries were silent.

When you placed your hand upon his, he felt nothing but the cold, even through his thick leather gloves. You couldn’t die, not right now. He couldn’t be the one to let you die, it would haunt him for the rest of his life if he let the one he loved slip through his fingers.

He hated the cold, he wouldn’t let the cold take you.

“If you’re sorry,” He spoke, slowly, “then live.” You nodded your head, “‘tis just a flesh wound.” A laugh tried to leave your lips, but you just coughed harshly instead. He frowned at your weakened state, knowing deep down you didn’t have much time left.

He let out a deep breath, then made a decision, “Forgive me, [Name], this is going to hurt.”

He hooked his arms under your legs and the other on your back. With a grunt, he lifted you into the air. You let out a small cry of pain, the dagger in your abdomen shifting slightly at the abrupt movement.

“I’m, agh, fine,” You reassured, eyes fluttering close. When they didn’t open back up, he knew you were sleeping. He let you rest, as long as you were still breathing. He kept a close eye on your labored breathing as he walked, the pace slow as to not jostle you.

He had always wanted to hold you like this, perhaps on your wedding day. He imagined you in a marvelous, white dress, cradled in his arms like a princess. He’d twirl you around as you shared a kiss, finally belonging to one another.

Instead, you laid dying in his arms. There was no white dress, just robes stained with red. You wouldn’t dance with him; no, right now you were dancing with death. You were on the edge of your demise, simply waiting for time to push you over.

Alfonse had failed you once, and he wasn’t one to make the same mistakes twice. If he could make it to the battlefield in time, Mist could help. She could do what he couldn’t, she could save you.

Your face was peaceful, your pain taken away by the mercy of sleep. Alfonse was no stranger to death. It happened time after time, yet it still hurt just as much as the first. He couldn’t imagine a world without you in it, an Askr without its beloved summoner.

You were both too young for the tragedy of war to have hurt you, but it did anyways. This wasn’t you war to fight; hell, you didn’t even ask to be here. It should’ve been himself that was attacked by Loki, not you.

You were too kind for your own good, almost to a fault. You had joined their cause without hesitation, taking up the mighty Breidablik and the title of summoner. He wanted to hate how kind you were, it was the reason you had were in this situation in the first place, but without that kindness you would’ve never befriended him.

His world felt cold and desolate. Askr needed you—he needed you.

The sight of a worried Roy appeared on the horizon. Alfonse felt his face relax, he didn’t even realize his face was tense with worry. Faintly, he could hear Roy for his comrades, but the fading adrenaline in his system left him groggy.

He fell to his knees, exhausted from his adrenaline rush. He looked at you one last time, holding you closer to his chest. You were still breathing, thank god, he couldn’t live with himself if he allowed you to die.

The panicked forms of your beloved heroes drew closer, but Alfonse didn’t have it in him to keep his head up anymore. He allowed his head to bow slightly before you. He smiled lightly, catching one last sight of his peaceful form, before he let his own eyes flutter close. It wasn’t cold anymore, now he could feel the lively sun beat down on his back.

For someone who had given up so much for him, the least he could do was protect you till the bitter end.

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Mayra Veronica

Article by Lauren Weigle

Photo by Bruno Talledo

She can do it all… USO spokeswoman, accomplished singer, revered television host, and FHM cover girl. In addition to FHM magazine, Mayra Veronica has also graced the likes of Maxim, Edge, Smooth, and over 100 other national and international covers. She’s fearlessly traveled across several countries in support of the U.S. troops and has rung the New York Stock Exchange’s infamous bell. Mayra’s held the title of Ms. Miami and interviewed many big names as a prominent television correspondent. Her resume of celebrity interviews is comprised of many well-known faces including Donald Trump, Oscar de la Renta, Hugh Heffner, and Dennis Rodman. Like I said to her myself, beauty AND brains! As a noted spokeswoman for the USO, what kind of tasks are you given to carry out?

Mostly to build awareness for the organization, visit troops worldwide, and thank them for the amazing job they do for this great nation. Also, to establish the need for all to become more involved in thanking our men and women in uniform instead of seeing it as a pro war pro peace situation; making sure people understand it is a pro Americans stance. How did you become involved with the USO to begin with?

After gracing the covers to several of the men's magazines, we began receiving requests for posters so I arranged for my management to send over 7500 calendars to our troops stationed in Iraq at the time.... Upon receipt of these calendars I was named favorite pin up girl by the US marines and asked by the USO to attend a tour with the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff to six countries including Iraq and Afghanistan. After seeing the amazing job our troops do I want nothing more than to continue supporting them. Tell me about your experiences on the USO tour.

I used to think it cliché' when I'd hear of legends like Marilyn Monroe saying it was the most amazing experience of their lives, now I see how true that statement is. On our first tour there were three performers, Wilmer Valderrama, Comedian Russell Peters, and myself... The tour included six countries including, Greenland, Turkey, Germany, Afghanistan, Iraq, The Republic of Djibouti and back to Germany. We rode in Ospreys, Blackhawks, C130’s, C17's, armored trucks, and hugged and kissed over 7,500 young men and women in uniform. Afghanistan seemed the most secluded although their spirits that year were high. In Iraq we stayed in Sadaam Hussein's palace which was actually an official military base, and then we met with political leaders in Turkey for the Marines anniversary, and visited with the wounded and purple heart recipients in the hospitals of Germany. The one thing I will always remember and take with me is our troops’ sense of heroism even after being wounded. When the wounded were asked if they were happy to be returning home, they all answered no that their biggest wish was to return to battle to back up their own. A sense of brotherhood one seldom sees. Definitely the most amazing experience of my lifetime. Let’s talk about some of the other organizations you’re involved with.

When asked to ring the NASDAQ bell, I was allowed to bring with me two organizations I had done work for or strongly supported, and I had always been a firm supporter of the USO but also of UNICEF and their children’s efforts worldwide so I brought UNICEF and remain a spokesperson for their organization. So how did it feel to be the first Cuban-American to ring the bell at NASDAQ and how did this opportunity arise?

That was such an honor, I cannot, to this day, explain.... Just one of those cosmic surprises you're never quite ready for! How did FHM go about asking you to be their cover girl?

After working for the largest show on Spanish television worldwide as both a host and model [“Don Francisco Presenta”], editors of the magazine had seen me on the show and decided to do a feature of me in the magazine. After the extraordinary response from readers they asked me to return this time on their cover. So, how did you feel, being showcased on such a prominent U.S. magazine?

It was cool, considering they always had the top 100 sexiest women in the world list, and making that list up at number 12 was quite the feat, hah.... Considering I did not hold myself to such esteem.... I was always the smart one not necessarily the prettiest or sexiest while growing up. Well, now you’re both! When did you finally come into your own and begin your career as a professional model?

I began my career with a Bachelor’s in Theatre and my aspiration to go into film, one thing led to another and I got a job as a celebrity reporter and entertainment news show host, once the network I was working for shut down, Univision asked me to begin working on the premiere of their new show with Don Francisco, who is an icon to Spanish television, I accepted and began model/co-host work. You were in some major campaigns including Coca-Cola and L’Oreal. Can you tell me a bit more about some of the work you did?

As a popular face on Univision, I was hired by some of the top companies to head their Spanish language TV campaigns in the United States; this included top spot national Spanish language commercials. Tell me how you stretched your modeling career to television in the first place.

After winning runner-up position as Miss Miami there was a casting for an entertainment news show which I attended and landed. This began my TV career. Any acting gigs coming up that we might be able to see you in?

I am now heavily involved with my music career and have deflected any further offers to pursue acting, as my soul craves music, my theater degree and Strasberg lessons were however great experience and a great foundation. You have a successful music life. What kind of songs and sound do you tend to take on as an artist?

I began with my Spanish roots, and after being friends with some of the top Spanish producers it made sense to have my first album intertwined with Latin rhythms, such as salsa, meringue, and ballad sounds... But after growing into my own in this realm I realized the ultra-feminine pop with a dash of rock was all me, and this is how I see my sound. How would you describe your voice? Was singing always something you wanted to pursue?

My father was a very famous singer in Cuba, so I grew up around someone who sang and rehearsed daily for most of my life... I never intended to do the same, but fate has a funny way of guiding you where you need to be. My voice is strong and big, not soft and small. I do not carry a Celine range but I hold my own, what I am above all is an artist, I create. Tell me about some of the songs that you’ve put out there for listeners to hear and your upcoming album Saint Nor Sinner?

Saint Nor Sinner is based on my life, having been described as both at some point by many. The songs are co-written by me, with a very pop sound. So, acting, modeling, singing… where does your heart lie first and foremost?

Music is an on-going creation that allows you an empty palette and just your artistic ability to create; you're not allowed that in modeling or acting much.... The latter are more about expressing someone else’s creation.... With music you're allowed expression of creation, and this is what my soul craves. I hear you studied dance while growing up. Was that ever in the cards for you as well as a possible career choice?

It is very much a part of my music career, as it is incorporated into all videos. Not, however, the more classical type of dance, ballet, which I enjoyed for over 12 years and still do, nor Flamenco which was another of my loves of dance. But it all very much serves as a foundation. Well, what would you like to take on next in your career or even just with your life in general?

I want to continue with my music for as long as I can speak, I want to write a book of it all, and I want to enjoy the fruits of my hard, hard work. (She smiles.)

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