#niño idiota

[bocadosdefilosofia]

«§ 5. Esos principios no están impresos naturalmente en el alma, porque los desconocen los niños, los idiotas, etcétera... Porque, primero, es evidente que todos los niños y los idiotas no tienen la menor aprehensión o pensamiento de aquellas proposiciones, y semejante carencia basta para destruir aquel asenso universal, que forzosamente tiene que ser el concomitante necesario de toda verdad innata. Pues me parece casi contradictorio decir que hay verdades impresas en el alma que ella no percibe y no entiende, ya que, si algo significa eso de estar impresas, es que, precisamente, ciertas verdades son percibidas, porque imprimir algo en la mente, sin que la mente lo perciba, me parece apenas inteligible. Si, por lo tanto, los niños y los idiotas tienen alma, es que tienen mentes con aquellas impresiones, y será inevitable que las perciban y que necesariamente conozcan y asientan a aquellas verdades; pero como eso no acontece, es evidente que no existen tales impresiones. Porque, si no son nociones naturalmente impresas ¿cómo, entonces, pueden ser innatas? Y si sí son nociones impresas ¿cómo, entonces, pueden no ser conocidas?»

John Locke: Ensayo sobre el entendimiento humano. Fondo de Cultura Económica, pág. 23. México, 1999.

TGO

@bocadosdefilosofia

@dias-de-la-ira-1

[gvaram]

🤥 para que mi personaje le diga una mentira al tuyo.ft. @matsudakyo

❝ ¿Es el nuevo guión de fast and furious? ❞ cuestiona, sonrisa divertida haciendo acto de presencia mientras inclina levemente el rostro, mirada entornándose hacia contrario, dicho gesto durando apenas un par de segundos antes de dirigir pupilas a la cerveza en su mano ❝ Necesito unas tres más de estas para poder creer eso . . . ❞ señala al tiempo en que mueve su brazo ❝ ¿Quieres una? Tal vez te ayude con el cuento. ❞

[rudyswhore]

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jude bellingham x female singer!reader

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[yurnu]

Para Consecuencia Divina

Mas bien una pregunta es un reencuentro de este universo YA QUE ALGUNOS NI LEEN TUS RESPUESTAS Y HACEN PREGUNTAS ESTUPIDAS

1- Dios ODIA A TODOS DEL INFIERNO INCLUSO CHARLIE, no la ve como Nieta

2- SOLO AMA a Jesus y a ADAM, los angeles los ve proyectos inperfectos pero no le molestan sus existencia.

3- Le hara cosas horribles como debido CASTIGO cuando baje al infierno y le hara ver a Charlie que su sueño NUNCA se hara realidad.

4- Si sentimos penas por sir pentious pero superenlo no lo desaparecio solo volvera ser pecador.

5- Adam NO ES MISOGINO O MACHISTA como ustedes lo ven, si era idiota y le gustaba matar pecadores como entrentencion, PERO YA ESTABA EN EL CIELO, el podia soltar un poco de malos sentimientos HUMANOS, ademas las respectaba o tendria solo hombres con él, solo era como ese amigo o jefe que le ponia apodos tontos, aqui nombre a cada exorcista, ademas vivziepop lo hizo para que se viera idiota, si alguien mas lo hubiera escrito Adam le hubiera puesto nombres geniales, como exterminator, destripadora etc, NO SE QUEJEN POR LOS NOMBRES Y APODOS SON POR APRECIO.

6- LUCIFER NO ES UNA VICTIMA CONDENO LA HUMANIDAD POR CREERCE LA POLLA MAS GRANDE Y TENER RAZON, OJALA vivziepop MUESTRE LAS MIIERDAS QUE ERAN LILITH Y LUCIFER EN EL EDEN.

7- LA IDEA DE CHARLIE ES ESTUPIDA, si hay que perdonar a gente pero los de ahi SON HORRIBLES, Angel no parece tan malo pero quien sabe cuantos mato en su vida de ganster, husk seguramente le arruino la vida a la gente con las apuestas, Niffty es graciosa PERO SE NOTA QUE ERA UNA ASESINA O PACIENTE PSIQUIATRICO, y ni hablar de ALASTOR, NO TIENE UNA PISCA DE BONDAD O UNA CHIQUITA CON LAS MUJERES POR SER NIÑO DE MAMI ES HORRIBLE Y SEGURAMENTE QUIRE GOBERNAN EL INFIENRO Y HACERLO HORRIBLE.

8- LILITH SE HUELE QUE ES UNA PERRA AL MENOS EN TODAS LAS HISTORIAS DE yurnu, bueno una no pero es aqui, ASI QUE ELLA RESIVERA SU CASTIGO DEBIDAMENTE.

Bueno espero que con esto no le pregunten estupideces a yurnu, debe ser extresante para ella responder las mismas preguntas estupidas que lectores no se molestan en ver todas las preguntas anteriores o quieran ver este AU conportarse como sus fanfic mediocres de Dios amar a Lucifer y Charlie NO PASARA EN ESTE TUMBLR.

For Divine Consequence

Rather, a question is a reunion of this universe SINCE SOME DO NOT EVEN READ YOUR ANSWERS AND ASK STUPID QUESTIONS

1- God HATES EVERYONE IN HELL EVEN CHARLIE, he doesn't see her as a Granddaughter

2- HE ONLY LOVES Jesus and ADAM, he sees the angels as imperfect projects but their existence does not bother him.

3- He will do horrible things as a proper PUNISHMENT when he goes down to hell and he will make Charlie see that his dream will NEVER come true.

4- If we feel sorry for Mr. Pentious but get over it, it won't make him disappear, he will only become a sinner again.

5- Adam IS NOT MISOGYNOUS OR SEXIST as you see him, he was an idiot and liked to kill sinners for entertainment, BUT HE WAS ALREADY IN HEAVEN, he could let out a little bad HUMAN feelings, and he also respected them or would only have men with him , it was just like that friend or boss who gave him silly nicknames, here I name each exorcist, also vivziepop did it to make him look stupid, if someone else had written it Adam would have given him cool names, like exterminator, ripper etc, NO THEY COMPLAIN ABOUT THE NAMES AND NICKNAMES THEY ARE FOR APPRECIATION.

6- LUCIFER IS NOT A VICTIM I CONDEMN HUMANITY FOR BELIEVING THE BIGGEST DICK AND BEING RIGHT, I HOPE vivziepop SHOWS THE SHIT THAT LILITH AND LUCIFER WERE IN EDEN.

7- CHARLIE'S IDEA IS STUPID, yes you have to forgive people but the people there ARE HORRIBLE, Angel doesn't seem that bad but who knows how many he killed in his life as a gangster, Husk surely ruined people's lives with gambling , Niffty is funny BUT YOU CAN NOTE THAT SHE WAS A MURDERER OR PSYCHIATRIC PATIENT, not to mention ALASTOR, HE DOESN'T HAVE AN ESSENTIAL OF KINDNESS OR A LITTLE BIT WITH WOMEN BECAUSE HE'S A MOMMY'S BOY, HE'S HORRIBLE AND SURELY WANTS TO RULE HELL AND MAKE IT HORRIBLE.

8- LILITH SENSES SHE'S A BITCH AT LEAST IN ALL OF YURNU'S STORIES, well not one but it's here, SO SHE RESIVES HER PUNISHMENT DUELY.

Well I hope that with this you don't ask yurnu stupid questions, it must be stressful for her to answer the same stupid questions that readers don't bother to see all the previous questions or want to see this AU behave like their mediocre God loving Lucifer fanfic and Charlie. IT WON'T HAPPEN ON THIS TUMBLR.

Wow... Descarga mija, descarga toda tu ira.

[vatoscambiandodecuerpo]

Karma en contra

¡Cielos, que bien me veo! Pienso después de ver una foto de mi antiguo cuerpo. Si hubiera sabido que podría ponerme en esa forma jamás hubiera hecho ese estúpido hechizo de intercambio.

Todo inicio cuando un matón de mi escuela no dejaba de molestarme, al principio eran solo pequeños golpes o insultos, algo que debí de detener ya que las cosas empeoraron. Me daba palizas, me robaba el dinero, se burlaba y en una ocasión me obligo a meter su pene en mi boca, le di una mamada al idiota.

Cansado busqué alguna forma de detenerlo, de manera accidental me encontré con un viejo manuscrito, tenia varias hojas arrancadas, pero una llamo mi atención, “Intercambio”. Me lo pensé mucho si debía de recitar las extrañas palabras, mi mayor preocupación era que él estaría en mi cuerpo. Rápidamente mi duda se desvaneció al encontrar otra hoja con el título “Alteración de recuerdos”, mi atención se centro en la gran advertencia de usarlo, debía hacerlo con cuidado o se podía volver en mi contra.

Tomé el valor para hacerlo y en una tarde en donde la escuela se quedó vacía lo encaré para pronunciar las palabras. Por un momento creí que mi plan funciono, pero cometí un error que a día de hoy sigo cargando, dije los dos hechizos a la vez. Mi mente fue bombardeada con recuerdos de ese cuerpo, los días pasaban y sentía que ya no era yo. Mientras que mi matón ahora en mi cuerpo se burlaba de mí, no podía creer que no pudiera hacer nada bien. Después de algunos meses tratando de mantenerme cuerdo decidí tomar otro cuerpo, mi mente se aclaró y por algún tiempo pude tener la vida de otra persona sin la necesidad de que sus recuerdos me atormentaran. Me di cuenta que la nueva persona mantenía su personalidad intacta, yo fui el único que recibió la “maldición”.

Desde entonces salto de cuerpo en cuerpo experimentando las ventajas y el caos que es tomar diferentes vidas, mentiría si dijera que no me siento mal al tomar el cuerpo de otra persona, así que trato hacer algo bueno con esto. Como, por ejemplo, el cuerpo en el que me encuentro actualmente.

Que su carita de niño bueno no te distraiga, era un horrible maestro de secundaria que abusa de sus alumnos, de cierta forma me hizo recordar a mi matón. No dude ni un poco cuando tomé su cuerpo y lo deje atrapado en uno de sus alumnos. Fue divertido darle clases y ver su cara de frustración; esperando que le regresara su vida.

Para mi fortuna, mi tiempo con él se terminó, sus memorias se han comenzado a sobrescribir sobre las mías y odiaría acabar con la mente tan jodida como la del dueño original. Me da lástima tener que dejarlo, realmente me había encariñado, extrañaré esas noches en las que exploraba cada rincón de este cuerpo, tocando delicadamente el vello en mi torso mientras bajaba hasta llegar a mi pene.

De cualquier forma, fue genial tener un cuerpo tan masculino como el suyo, por eso, la persona que se lo quede debe ser alguien que se lo merezca. Es aquí en donde entra mi vecino. Cuando recién tome está vida noté que él era el único que me saludaba y sonreía. Rápidamente me fije en eso y en general como las personas a mi alrededor me evitaban, no fue sorpresa averiguar que esté hombre era despreciable incluso en su vida común.

Pronto esos saludos se convirtieron en platicas cortas y esas en charlas largar y profundas. Descubrí que es divorciado, su ex le quito todo lo que pudo y solo lo dejo con el patrimonio comparable al de un estudiante universitario. No le molesto, de hecho, se sintió libre, nunca le gusto la idea de casarse y muchos menos formar una familia, divorciarse fue su boleto a la libertad. Cada vez que tocamos el tema siempre termina con que desearía tener una segunda oportunidad, oportunidad que con gusto le daré.

Antes de hacer el intercambio pensé que seria bueno que tuviera mi vida en blanco, para lograrlo renuncie a mi trabajo, vendí muchas cosas y me cambie de ciudad. Quería que tuviera una carta de elecciones cuando tomara este cuerpo.

Lo último que hice fue hacer el cambio, me despedí de este cuerpo con una última masturbada. Al día siguiente de lanzar el hechizo me levanté en un departamento similar al que tenía, entendí que mi plan había funcionado y me dirigí al baño para asegurarme. La imagen de mediana edad de mi vecino me saludo a través del espejo, me sentí raro al principio nunca antes había ocupado un cuerpo tan viejo, pero de alguna forma lo hace emocionante. Busqué ropa que ponerme tratando de copiar el estilo que tiene mi vecino. Es aquí en donde viene mi parte favorita explorar la vida de mi nuevo cuerpo.

Me miro en el espejo una última vez pensando en cuanto tiempo podre quedarme aquí.

─Ya lo sabré después, buscaré a un idiota para que se quede atrapado en este lugar. 

[misdedostienenvidapropia]

¿Te culparé por toda la culpa que tengo?

Si me convenciste con mentiras ¡idiota yo, que te creí! Pero más idiota fue esperar, que después de enterarme de todas tus farsas, fuese inminente algún arrepentimiento, que, por estar tan acorralada, no te quedase más que confesar.  Ya no me digas la verdad, ni te desgastes en explicaciones, sabes bien que a estas alturas no son prudentes las justificaciones, que a veces oscurecen más las aclaraciones, y aunque exista algo de cierto en toda esa crónica fantástica con la que como a un niño me atrapaste, hace falta mucho más para que pueda volver a mirarte sin esta tristeza que se me escurre por los ojos. Pero lo tuyo, lo tuyo es esconderte en un capullo, bien sé que el orgullo, no te dejará ir más allá de unas simples disculpas, y aunque te quise, incluso a sabiendas de que todo yacía marchito, he de quererme un poquito, ya no me queda ni una sola razón para seguir siendo ese idiota que a pesar de todo te abrazó, y hacer como si nada pasó, pude haberlo evitado, haber sido tan frío como tú, pero me la ganó la obsesión y me dolió. Y es que por mucho tiempo hice vista gorda, guardé silencio y hasta excusé tus engaños, esperando una señal, una mísera respuesta para tantas incógnitas, tantos revoltijos, tantas volteretas, tantos laberintos, tanto sin sentido y acertijos. Pasaron los días, los años y nunca apareció, jamás la honestidad se te antojó. Tanto tiempo contigo, tanta vida derrochada, tantos momentos ficticios, tantos suspiros desechados, tanta lucha por nada, tantos sueños podridos, tanto, pero tanto amor perdido.

Memoria Selectiva.

[ghqstfqce]

My boyfriend's back [RZ ; Michael Myers]

Msj. este one shot lo escribí hace un año en un trade con una amiga y me acordé hace días de el, así que quise compartirlo con ustedes.

Tw. minors dni, smut, mención de violencia, fem reader x rz michael myers, 1.6k w

My boyfriend's back and you're gonna be in trouble (Hey-la-day-la my boyfriend's back)

My boyfriend's back he's gonna save my reputation (Hey-la-day-la my boyfriend's back) ...

Michael y tú se habían conocido en la escuela secundaría. Él era demasiado callado para su propio bien y cuando hablaba solo agravaba la situación, haciendo que volviera al silencio que lo metía en suficientes peleas, todas perdidas. Tú eras demasiado descarada para los estándares que tenían para las niñas de tu época y te metías en muchas peleas gracias a tu lengua afilada. ¿La diferencia? Nadie te podía callar hasta que ganaras dichas peleas. Cuando se unieron algunos pensaron que eran un par improbable, tú tenías una lengua rápida y llena de veneno, él hacía poco uso de su ingenio grosero; otros pensaron que se acercaba el apocalipsis, él estaba lleno de violencia y tú parecías animarlo, disfrutando de ver huesos rotos y sangre en el piso. 

Desde que la prisión de escuela los unió, fueron la pareja que más se encontraba en boca de todo Haddonfield. No era un pueblo pequeño en comparación a otros, aun así, el espíritu de los chismes era algo que lo hacía parecer tan minúsculo. No había días en los que no hicieran algo para escandalizar a los lugareños, a veces ibas con ropas escandalosas y a veces Michael mandaba a alguien al hospital, otras veces coquetearías con otros solo para incitar a tu novio por algo de violencia. Y aunque la gente se alarmaba con la facilidad para los puños que tenía el chico Myers, siempre serías el centro de atención por irrespetar a tu hombre.

Michael no se consideraba un hombre celoso y mucho menos se sentía herido por tus acciones, a pesar de todo lo que pudieran decir las personas en su ciudad, él sabía que los celos eran en parte ocasionados por inseguridades y él podría ser todo, pero no inseguro, menos cuando se trataba de tu amor hacía él y la lealtad hacia su relación. Claro, había crecido en un hogar verbalmente violento en su mayoría y había escuchado a los niños llamarlo todo tipo de nombres, pero también tenía a su mamá, quien siempre le recordaba lo maravilloso que era y después te tuvo a ti, halagandolo como si vivieras para ello, así que elegía creerles. 

Entonces, Michael no se consideraba celoso. Se consideraba posesivo. Sabía quien y que era suyo, sabía que nadie debía tocar lo que era suyo. Pero parecía que otros no eran conscientes de ello a pesar de los años de relación que traían tras de ustedes.

El día de la lección fue el día que volvería de un viaje que hizo a unas ciudades de distancia, no habías estado tratando de llamar la atención de nadie ni arrastrar a un pobre imbécil a su final y no porque no quisieras, simplemente era aburrido sin tu chico aquí, al fin de cuentas, él y sus acciones posesivas eran lo que te ponían en marcha. Así que por primera vez solo tratabas de estar tranquila y de conseguir los materiales para preparar una cena y postre decente sabiendo que Michael volvería pronto, pero aparentemente a alguien no le llegó el memo.

Wesley se había acercado a ti, por su mirada sabías cuales eran sus intenciones y a pesar de las ganas que tenías de ponerlo en su lugar, lo ignoraste. Dejaste que coqueteara y soltara toda línea de recogida horrible que se le pudiera ocurrir, tú solo tomaste los productos que querías y seguiste tu camino, pero como la mayoría de los hombres, no captó la indirecta y siguió tras de ti hacia el estacionamiento. Estabas lista para gritarle, cuando viste el poco disimulado movimiento de su mano acercándose bajo tu falda y cuando estabas lista para poner a un idiota en su lugar, notaste que no llegó lo suficientemente lejos, una gran mano lo estaba deteniendo y estrujando su muñeca sin consideración alguna.

Sonreíste cuando viste a quién pertenecía dicha mano, Michael en todo su esplendor y gloria se elevaba sobre ustedes dos, pero mientras Wesley parecía a nada de cagarse en sus pantalones, tú estabas tan lista para saltar sobre tu novio y besarlo sin sentido. Claro, que antes de que pudieras saludarlo, Michael ya se encontraba golpeando al imbécil. Disfrutaste de la vista unos segundos, lo suficiente como para sentir la humedad llegando a tu ropa interior y después de días sin tu gigante poco gentil, solo querías que te llenará.

– Sabes, es muy grosero de tu parte llegar y no saludar a tu chica.- Había un tono petulante en tu reclamo.

Michael se detuvo y te volteo a ver, no sabías si el idiota de Wesley aun respiraba, pero todo tu atención la tenía el hombre rubio que lo dejo como pulpa. No hablaste, solo estiraste tus brazos mientras hacías movimientos de agarre con tus manos.

– Ya me has puesto tan hume…

Antes de terminar de hablar, fuiste puesta sobre el hombro de Michael y llevada hasta tu auto, no te quejaste cuando lo encendió y abrocho tu cinturón por ti, para después alejarse. Sabías que venía en su auto, así que era obvio el llegar a casa por separado. No le diste muchas vueltas al asunto y te apresuraste a salir del estacionamiento del supermercado. En segundos o tal vez minutos, el tiempo pasa rápido cuando estás emocionada, ya estabas estacionandote frente a tu casa y en el camino frente a la cochera se encontraba el auto de tu novio.

No te molestaste en tomar las compras o cerrar correctamente el vehículo, solo bajaste lo más rápido posible del coche y corriste en dirección a tu hogar. No habías terminado de cruzar por la puerta cuando una gran mano te jalo contra un igual de gran pecho, mientras la otra cerraba sin ceremonias la puerta. Contrario a sus otras bienvenidas a casa, Michael solo se concentró en desvestirse y la ternura fue dejada de lado, tu falda bajo con facilidad para ser descartada en el suelo, lo que pareció molestarlo fue tu camisa abotonada.

– Dejame ayu…

Nuevamente fuiste interrumpida, solo que ahora fue por el desgarro de tu camisa, viste con un puchero como los trozos de tela caían al suelo, solo dejandote en ropa interior.

– Has vuelto muy grosero de ese viaje.

Su única “explicación” fue soltar un gruñido antes de levantarte por los muslos y hacer que envolvieras tus piernas alrededor de su cintura, bueno, lo más que pudiste rodear. Su mano sujetó con fuerza tu mandíbula, movió tu cabeza de un lado a otro con lentitud y luego te hizo mirarlo directamente, en su mirada un obvio cuestionamiento que no debías responder, estaba revisando que aun fueras suya. Satisfecho con lo que encontró, enterró su mano entre tu cabello y a nada de recargarte contra su toque, sentiste cómo tomo un puñado de cabello y te jalo con fuerza, estrellando tu cabeza contra la puerta, aun viéndolo a los ojos, su mano permaneció, pero el agarre se aflojó. A pesar del aguijón de dolor, no contuviste el gemido por ser maltratada de nuevo, gemido que pareció complacer a tu hombre.

La mano que antes se encontraba sujetandote por la cadera se metió entre ustedes y bajo para desabrocharse el pantalón con urgencia. Bajó la prenda y su ropa interior lo suficiente para liberar su ya erecto y palpitante miembro. En algún momento habías quitado tu vista de la suya, aprovechando que ya no sujetaban tu pelo con fuerza, bajaste tu mirada y estabas tan embelesada viendo su pene como si fuera lo último que probarías. Tan distraída que no sentiste como su mano se deslizó entre tu cabello y lo siguiente que sabías es que te estaban abofeteando y gruñendo para llamar tu atención. Mensaje recibido, ojos en él.

Pese a su obvia dominación sobre ti, fue cuidadoso la primera vez que se introdujo en ti, hizo tu ropa interior al lado y con ayuda de una de tus manos guiaste su miembro hacia tu entrada húmeda. Lo sentiste resbalar dentro de ti con facilidad, un gemido suave salió de ti y sabías que estarías viéndolo completamente enamorada. Aun cuando tenía una obvia consideración por tu seguridad, no espero mucho, las estocadas ni siquiera iniciaron despacio, eran rápidas y sin salir mucho de ti. Quería y necesitaba llenarte, que sin importar la clase de juegos que jugaran entre ustedes dos, con jugadores que no querían estar, tú eras suya y de nadie más, nadie podía tocarte más que él y quizás el llenarte hasta desbordar de su semen lo dejaría en claro, tal vez si tu panza se hinchara con las consecuencias de su esencia todos lo captarían.

Tú te encontrabas en la nube nueve, no pudiendo más que llegar tus manos hacia sus hombros para sujetarlo y mantenerte a un en tierra, querías estar lo suficiente presente para disfrutar y sentir el final. Tus paredes se abrazaban al miembro desnudo de Michael y el pensamiento de él sin protección ocasionó que inconscientemente trataras de mover tus caderas, para encontrarte con sus movimiento, animandolo a llegar al final.

Casi llegando al final sentiste sus embestidas tartamudeando y no sabía si estaba pensando lo mismo, pero con la fuerza que tus paredes vaginales apretaban su pene, mientras tus uñas se clavaban en sus hombros, tú y él esperaban que estuvieran en la misma sincronía de pensamientos.

No faltó demasiado antes de que se corrieran a la par. Sintió tus paredes apretarse con  fuerza sobre su pene y tú sentiste toda su semilla llenarte, la última estocada fue con fuerza y profundidad contra ti, no se movió de lugar y mientras lo escuchabas susurrar proclamaciones en el espacio entre tu cuello, sabías que había algo más que solo reclamarte con su esencia, el pensamiento de Michael criandote te hizo soltar y apretar nuevamente con tus paredes, ordeñando más de él.

Acariciaste su largo cabello con suavidad, mientras suaves risitas escapaban de ti. Quizás después hablarías de la importancia de hablar esto antes de solo llenarte, por mientras, tomarías este y cualquier otro reclamo que quisiera hacer en ti.

[xjulixred45x]

What unpopular opinion of yours in the fandom of sds/4koa?

Mmhm...dificult. lets see.

They ruined Jericho: this is pretty obvious, what was the need to turn NNT's best secondary character into a PEDOPHILE? other than she's super out of character from the Jericho we know and love. This especially hurt me as a Jericho stand.

Ban x Elaine (despite being super shady) is ironically NNT's best constructed relationship😑: this rather shows how low the standards were with Nakaba in his previous work. If Elaine looked like an ADULT, I think they would be a very pretty couple, but nowadays, it makes me kind of yikes to see them before the timeskipe.

Tristan is...boring: it's not bad!! not at all! It's just that his good-natured, do-nothing-wrong attitude (thanks to his loving upbringing) is a type of attitude that I can overcome to a certain extent, but if Tristan doesn't show REAL change in the story soon, he'll move down quite a bit on my list. .

related to that-

It makes no sense for Tristan to continue trusting Chion: LET'S SEE, even if he is his cousin, it is more than obvious that Chion hid information, attacked knowing that Percival was the child of the prophecy, separated from the group to go after Gawain alone and KILL HIM....and yet Tristan still sees him as a friend??! Tristan is kind of an idiot.

Arthur had the reasons to become evil: I know it sounds contradictory compared to the other posts I made, but let's put ourselves in a situation: Arthur was treated badly by his brother all his life until he became king at the age of 15, since he was A teenager was put in charge of an entire kingdom, with a selfish teacher who, more like a student, saw him as a possible tool. The kingdom that Arthur loves was constantly under attack by conflicts caused bc two assholes(yk who i mean) of other races and that ended up causing 1- HIS DEATH, that he will be left without an arm, that AN ANCESTRAL ENTITY WILL POSSESS HIM (because of his "master") and later 2- THE DESTRUCTION OF HIS KINGDOM.

Even if we all had wanted Arthur to have continued to be the sun child that we all loved, with all that TRAUMA, the PAIN and ANGUST that he had to go through, it didn't seem very viable....FUCK YOU NAKABA---

I think is all

_____

(ESPAÑOL)

arruinaron a Jericho: esto es bastante obvio ¿cual era la necesidad de convertir al mejor personaje secundario de NNT en una PEDOFILA? aparte de que es super fuera de personaje de la Jericho que conocemos y amamos. esto le dolio especialmente como una Jericho stand.

El Ban x Elaine(pese a ser super turbio) es irónicamente la relación mejor construida de NNT😑: esto mas bien muestra lo bajos que eran los estándares con Nakaba en su obra anterior. si Elaine se viera como una ADUTLA, creo que serian una pareja muy bonita, pero en oa actualidad, me da algo de cosa verlos antes del timeskipe.

Tristán es...aburrido: no es malo!! para nada! solo que su actitud de niño buenachon y que no hace nada malo(gracias a su crianza amorosa) es un tipo de actitud que puedo vancar hasta cierto punto, pero si Tristán no muestra un cambio REAL en la obra pronto, descendera bastante en mi lista.

relaciónado con eso-

no tiene sentido que Tristan siga confiando en Chion: A VER, aun si es su primo, es mas que obvio que Chion oculto información, ataco a sabiendas de que Percival era el niño de la profesia, se separo del grupo para ir tras Gawain solo y MATARLO....y aun asi Tristan sigue viendolo como un amigo??! Tristan es algo idiota.

Arthur tenia las razones para volverse malvado: se que suena contradictorio en comparación a los otros post que hice, pero pongamonos en situación: a Arthur lo trato mal su hermano toda su vida hasta que se convirtió en rey a los 15 AÑOS, desde que era un adolescente le pusieron acargo de un reino entero, con una maestra egoista que mas como un alumno lo veia como una posible herramienta, el reino al que Arthur ama estaba constantemente bajo ataque por conflictos causados por dos pendejos de otras razas y que eso termino causando 1- SU MUERTE, que quedará sin brazo, que UNA ENTIDAD ANCENSTRAL LO POSEEYERA(por culpa de su "maestra")y mas tarde 2- LA DESTRUCCIÓN DE SU REINO.

aún si todos hubieramos querido que Arthur hubiera seguido siendo el niño sol que todos amamos, con todo ese TRAUMA, el DOLOR y ANGUSTIA que tuvo que pasar, no se veia muy viable....PUDRETE NAKABA---

[leregirenga]

"Mujer si buscas resultados distintos, no busques al mismo hombre que no cambia, al mismo niño que no madura, y al mismo idiota que no ama."

[rutgdc]

Perversos y retorcidos son los caminos de la mente humana - recitó Jane -. Pinocho fue un idiota intentando convertirse en un niño de verdad. Estaba mucho mejor con su cabeza de madera..

(𝐋𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐳 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐬 - 𝐎𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝)

[satttanderna]

HELLO YOUR ART IS AMAZING I JUST FOUND YOU A FEW MINUTES AGO AND I CAME HERE THE SECOND I SAW ARGENTINIAN LARRY AND WARREN

Argentino detectado 🫵🤨

Aunque no seas argentina igual quería saludar. Me emociona encontrar gente de mi pueblo con mis intereses (dhmis, específicamente lovebirds, específicamente Shrignold). Tenés nuevo seguidor wacho 👍

También quería preguntar por headcanons del guarro (aka Warren) o de lovebirds como relación. En español o inglés lo que te parezca más cómodo

URAAA sabe que me olvide de responderte, ni pingo idea desde cuando tengo esto MIL DISCULPAS

Also si, Argentino en todos los sentidos 🫶. Uso traductor y un poco de conocimiento para todo es un alivio que me pidan escribir en español JAJA, acá te van de ambos, El guarren y los loquitos del centro

Warren.

Lo típico no se baña, es un mugriento y huele a cigarro y sudor, askito.

Drogadicto, específicamente a los esteroides ( ojo no estoy loco tiene muchos síntomas y la jeringa esa que tenia en la mochila no es por nada ).

En realidad trabaja ( bueno, trabajaba ) en atención al cliente vía telefónica, por eso usa los audífonos todo el tiempo y deseaba ser de los que iban a realmente dar las charlas y clases.

Solia mirar esos podcast de macho alfa y mierda incel hasta que se dio cuenta que era gay.

Defiende a Bojack Horseman.

Si ve a una fémina con una remera de una banda le va a preguntar la típica " aver decime 5 canciones " cuando el ni chota idea que es la banda en cuestión.

Sorprendentemente muy bueno con las matemáticas, pero bueno es un idiota y lo desperdicio.

No tiene apartamento ni casa, vive en un motel de la mala muerte.

Únicos amigos Paige y Larry pero ellos lo detestan y a menudo solo le hacen burla para divertirse un rato.

No es parte del culto de Shrignold, solo lo quiere a él y no le importa para nada todo lo que involucra la comunidad.

Y ahora Lovebird

" enserió, ¿que le viste? " " me hace reir " ahh dinámica.

Shrignold suele decirle cosas super bonitas y poéticas pero Warren no siempre las capta, además de aveces no saber como reaccionar porque nunca tuvo alguna relación romántica seria. Sin embargo Shrigs lo encuentra tierno.

Warren tenía problemas con el compromiso hasta que Shrignold le dijo que solo podría waskear si se casaban, asique minga iba a esperar un segundo mas.

De lejos podrían parecer la peor combinación para una pareja pero en realidad son bastante sanos y amorosos. ( sacando el hecho de que Shrignold lo amenazó con que si lo engañaba lo iba a matar y Warren hace vista gorda de lo que pasa en el culto )

Originalmente Shrigs lo quería meter al culto pero después se enamoro de verdad y decidió alejarlo de Malcom lo más posible. Esa mariposa sabe muuuy bien de lo que esta haciendo esta jodido

Medio cringe aaahhh pero funfact, les hice fanchilds aprovechando que mi Shrigs es trans, y sorprendentemente x2 Warren es muy bueno con sus dos niños e incluso más responsable.

Shrignold suele hacer infodump de mitología a Warren y el infodump de problemas matemáticos

Son la viva representación de " Fear and delight" Por the correspondents.

Les encanta perderse en el bosque y ser amorracos ahí.

Demasiado melosos.

Y eso voy a soltar, jjj, muchas gracias por la pregunta y de vuelta, disculpa tanta tardanza

[plothooksinc]

If you’re still taking prompts for the No Rest For The Weary adjacent fic, can we see the guys’ first trip back to Hueso’s pizzaria? With or without April and Mayhem tagging along?

Also, I just found the series and binged it in like 2 days

I'm glad you enjoyed it, anon! Because I can't shut up, you get the weeks preceding it too-- (Note: if the formatting is wonky I apologise but my first attempt to post it took every single space out, hngngngn) Niño idiota: >> aww dont sweat it bm ill be back to dazzle your customers soon!!   

The message came in at lunchtime, and he didn’t see it until the rush had been and gone.  Hueso scowled down at it as if Leonardo had personally insulted him and tossed it into the corner of the kitchen.  Their first day re-opened was chaotic, with many customers seeking a sense of normalcy or not having access to their usual haunts—he’d like to say he was thinking of them by reopening so quickly, but in all honesty, Hueso was a businessman (and previously a pirate to boot) and knew the best way to recoup his loss from the enforced closure was to take advantage of the mess.  That it was also an excellent way to take stock of who had come through the invasion unscathed had nothing to do with it, of course.

He didn’t get back to his phone until late in the evening, having fielded a number of annoying encounters along with customers over-ordering pizza like the invasion was just taking a brief intermission—and dealing with Hop, who timidly called him to make sure the ‘crazy lady with the knife’ was nowhere in evidence before he dared to front for his shift—and by then he was exhausted.  But Leonardo had messaged him again—with a nonsense string of kissy faces and hearts followed by a row of question marks, and he sighed.  A five year old’s need for validation, honestly.

Hueso: >> 💀💀💀✨✨

The boy seemed like his normal self.  He told himself it was less of a relief and more of an annoying reminder that his break from seeing one of his most destructive customers-slash-temporary-waiters was destined to be a short one.  He should take advantage of it while he could.

He didn’t hear from Leonardo again.

Days later, he attempted a call and found the phone was out of service.

He was not worried.  One of the boys would surely come by for pizza now that he was open and he could make polite inquiries.  Asking after a customer’s health was permissible.

(Michelangelo had said he was recovering.  The phone was purely a coincidence.  Leonardo had merely forgotten to pay his bill like the irresponsible boy he was, or he had been using it before being cleared by doctor’s orders and the phone had been confiscated with great prejudice by his brothers.  That was all.)

--------- 

He did not see a single turtle in his restaurant.  

He did, however, hear from someone else; a phone call that took him by surprise, coming in on the main delivery line and asking to speak to the manager.  He came to the phone already annoyed, anticipating some complaint of my pizza is cold, or your special mystic sauce is flirting with my roommate! (It wouldn’t be the first time.  Sometimes his ingredients were very fresh.)

“This is Senor Hueso and I am busy,” he said curtly.  “Your complaint had best be of a suitably drastic nature.”

There was silence for a moment, and then a woman’s rueful voice.  “Ah.  Welp.  You weren’t a hallucination after all, huh?”

It took him a moment to place her, and then Hueso blinked and retreated into his office, closing the door behind him.  “Mrs O’Neil?”

“Just Carol’s fine,” she said.  “You, uh… I’m just trying to ground myself?  A little?  Things have been weird.”

“And so you decided to call the skeletal owner of a mystic pizzeria to feel normal again,” he said drily.  “I see. It makes perfect sense.”

“You’d be surprised.  Listen, I have two reasons to call—I know you’re busy so I won’t keep you tied up.”

He found he didn’t mind, actually.  It was rare that a human willingly associated with the yokai, though it spoke volumes that the two humans he’d found that would do so were related to each other.  “Go ahead.”

“First was just to, uh, touch base?  And make sure you got my message, and—I meant it.  You helped out a lot.”

“You are welcome, Senora.”  He nearly added any time, but frowned and thought better of it.  Hueso did not wish to encourage anyone to rely on him.  That was foolish.  “And the second?”

There was a brief pause.  When she spoke again, she sounded almost sheepish.  “...yeah.  Uh… it’s another stupid question, probably.”

“Of course.”  He braced himself for another inane question about skeletons.

“Yeah.  Does your, uh… pizzeria… even though we’re human, um—”

He blinked.  

And then, almost against his will, he smiled.  

“Senora, that is a stupid question.  Kindly remember all the times my employees have delivered to your daughter.”

“Oh, thank god.  Or...whatever you guys believe in—”

“Quit while you are ahead, perhaps.”  But now he was outright amused, leaning back in his chair.

“Yeah, noted.  Okay.  So some more spicy chicken…?  Two, I think.  We’re at a hotel right now, will that be a problem?”

“Not at all.  I will pass the order on to the staff.”  He hesitated.  “At a hotel?  Your apartment is a lost cause?”

“For now.  April’s, uh, friends?  Are paying for us to stay here, and I guess they’ll give us the all clear. Hopefully soon.”

Ah.  Sometimes it did, in fact, pay to ask sociable questions.  He leaned forward, voice rising eagerly.  “You have met her friends? The—” Turtle boys.  He stopped himself from saying it, because in all likelihood she had not met them and, annoying though they may be, that was a secret he would keep.

“No.” She paused, and then added shrewdly, “But April is staying with them, and I’m sure she’d have said something if they weren’t doing okay.”

He wasn’t sure April would have said anything at all, actually, given how tight-lipped she’d been on the topic of both mutants and yokai.  But knowing that she was staying with the boys did give him some level of reassurance that they hadn’t just vanished from the face of the earth.  

“Gracias,” he said anyway, and reached for his notepad.  “I had lost contact with them, so was… curious.  Tell me your hotel and room number and I will get your order ready.”

--------- 

His delivery girl came back with a hotel business card in one hand, Carol’s mobile number scrawled on the back, and a brief message:

Just in case. I’ll ask April about them in the meantime xx Carol

Well.  That certainly was an offer.  A perceptive woman, indeed.

He tucked the card into his business card book, face down so the message was hidden.   

--------- 

Perhaps Leonardo was avoiding him.  

The idea filled him with annoyance.  He also knew it was extremely unlikely, but he far preferred this irritating potential reason over anything more serious.  Hueso let himself believe this for a day and a half before he had to acknowledge that, foolish though the boy might be, he would not avoid the pizzeria just because Hueso had made a comment about an extra shift to pay for damages.  He would own up to it, if only to make childish comments about how much Hueso could rely on him and filch extra slices of garlic bread when he thought nobody was looking.  And potentially cause even more damage, because that seemed to be par for the course these days.  

The thought made him smile faintly-- until he realised he was very close to daydreaming about Leonardo accidentally trashing his pizzeria, and he nearly snapped poor Hop’s head off when he fumbled a serving a few moments later.  What a ridiculous thought.  (And he was annoyed at himself, not the staff, so he made sure to let Hop leave a few minutes early as an apology.)

Perhaps Leonardo had attempted to open a portal while concussed and had accidentally stranded himself in some remote farmstead.  That seemed as likely as avoiding him.  Or he had been portal jacked by pirates, and any moment now Piel would open the door to his restaurant and drag the turtle in like some waterlogged kitten, draped in seaweed and clinging to his ridiculous sword and wearing both those ridiculous eyepatches again, good grief what had the boy even been thinking (clearly he hadn’t been) and Leonardo would beam at him and launch into a tale of all the mermaids he’d met and flirted with until Piel dropped him mid-spiel and stormed out again.  

Perhaps he had quite deliberately portalled his family to Tahiti this time to recover in luxury.

...doubtful.

Perhaps…

Perhaps he was thinking about this too much.

Hueso put it aside and went to serve the family of googlyschmootzes that had just arrived and didn’t think about it again.

For a good twenty minutes.

--------- 

He broke.

Hueso: >>Buenas noches, Carol.  Could I ask if you have any word? >>This is Senor Hueso.

Senora O’Neil: >>Evening!  I will see what I can do.  I’m sure they’re fine.

-------- 

They were not fine.

Carol did not text him.  But the following evening, his waitress Gloriana knocked on his office door to tell him that one of the turtle boys had arrived and was asking for him, and he barely let her finish before Hueso was moving past her and through the kitchen at a speed a little too risky for an area full of sharp implements.  

April was at his front counter, peering listlessly at one of the menus, and he took a moment to observe just how tired she looked before he took in the hunched bulk that was Raphael slouching next to her, and he froze.  He already knew April had been injured—had seen her arrive with her face a mess, knew about the attack—but it was the sight of the large snapper that made him feel the first unfamiliar touch of… anger.  

Fear.  

Raphael’s arms were thoroughly bandaged, swathed above his plastron and neck, and his eye was covered in a patch that made him think nonsensically for a moment, ah, so it was pirates after all.  But it was the large chunk missing from the curve of his shell that horrified him, the sight of a near miss that was far above and beyond their usual shenanigans.

They are children, he thought.  This is too much for children.

If Raphael was the only one to visit him, how badly off were the others?

He did not ask.  Instead, Hueso regarded them with a face he hoped was impassive, and tugged the brim of his hat down slightly.  

“I see life has not been kind to you lately,” he said.  “I hope you do not think this entitles you to a discount.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” April said politely, but the knowing smirk that curved onto her exhausted face warned him ahead of time.  “Especially as we’re not here for pizza.”

...ah.  Carol had ratted him out.  Very rude, considering he had not once mentioned he was concerned.  He flicked his gaze to Raph, who gave him a wan smile of his own, blinking slowly with his one good eye as if he were considering going to sleep right there at the counter.  

Hueso sighed.  It wasn’t the end of the world.  

“I suppose you had better come through to my office.”

--------- 

April’s nose was newly bandaged and her bruises were that particular array of colours that always arrived in the process of healing.  That was something, at least, though Hueso couldn’t help but note the smaller bandage patch behind one ear.  She had been hurt more since he last saw her.  Perhaps they all had.  It made him fret over Leonardo’s last message and out of service phone all over again.  

“My doctor insisted on checking it out, but it’s all healing well,” she said, taking the mug of coffee from him. She was sitting on one edge of the worn couch he kept in his office, slouching against its side with a carelessness that made him wonder how long it had been since she’d slept well.  Raphael was taking up the rest of it, sitting there with his hands clasped on his knees and clearly trying not to fidget.

“I did not ask,” Hueso said levelly, and held out another mug to the turtle.  He didn’t seem to notice.

“No, but I ain’t blind,” April retorted.  “Mikey’s right, you are a big softie.”

He sighed.  “A terrible slur upon my reputation.”

“Sure it is.” She grinned over the rim of her mug, and elbowed Raph in the side, who started and then finally noticed Hueso’s outstretched hand.  “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with us.  Right, Raph?”

“Right,” Raph said automatically, taking the mug.  Then he blinked.  “Wait, what?”

Dios mio.  Hueso raised an eyebrow.  “Raphael.  How long has it been since you slept?”

“Uhhh…”

The fact that he trailed off and frowned spoke volumes, and Hueso sighed again.  Well, he hadn’t been fooling them anyway.  Or, at the very least, he hadn’t fooled April.  He turned on his heel and went to the cupboard. “I assume your mother asked you to stop by.”

“You assume right,” she said, relaxing back with her coffee.  “Guess I’m doing a proof of life tour today.  I checked in with her, she asked me to follow up.”

“I see.  I feel you should have left this one home to sleep.”  

Raph frowned at that.  “Yeah, well, this one thought April could do with company.  It’s been a, uh, week.”

That gave him pause.  “Does this ‘a, uh, week’ begin before or after the zombie attack at the O’Neil apartment?”

“Man, don’t ask him to count days at this point,” April said wryly as Raph took on a more confused expression.  “Just assume things have been chaotic as hell since the day the sky opened up and rained bubblegum on us.”

“Such a misleading way to describe an alien invasion.” Hueso snorted, hiding his worry.  Not that it seemed to matter with this company.  “That almost sounds cute.”

“Never had bubblegum in your hair, huh.”

Hueso served her with A Look.  “In my clearly bountiful hair?  No.”

Then he threw a blanket from the cupboard across, hitting Raph in the face, and pointed.  “You, nap.  You.” To April. “Tell me what has happened, and why Leonardo’s phone is out of service.”

Raph blinked as the blanket slid off his face and landed in his lap.  “Wait, it is?”  And he started to fumble for his phone, until April put a hand gingerly on his shoulder.  “April?”

“Yeah, uh, it’s okay,” she said, eyes wide.  “We didn’t know it was out of service, but it makes sense.  I remember the last place he had it.  I think Leo needs a new phone.”

That was at least vaguely reassuring that Leonardo was alive and in need of technology somewhere, but April’s dancing around the point only served to irritate him.  “You are both very tired, it seems, if you did not realise before now.”

“Yeah well, you try dealing with two invasions in the space of a week,” April shot back.  “Leo’s phone getting eaten is kind of less important than, you know, Leo himself.  And Mikey.  And everyone losing their freaking homes and—”

And Raphael put out one of his giant hands to settle her back on the couch before she could get to her feet, grimacing faintly at Hueso, and he put up his skeletal hands in a gesture of apology.  

“I did not mean to imply any stupidity,” he said faintly, reeling a little at the sheer amount he needed to unpack in that small rant.  “I am merely… concerned at how exhausted you are.”  There, now he was being honest.  What was the world coming to?  He didn’t know where to start, so he started with the most bizarre.  “His phone was eaten?”

“It wasn’t me,” Raphael muttered, and April broke into a laugh before she could help herself, slapping a hand over her mouth.  

Hueso texted a message out to his kitchen staff and took a seat, feeling far more brittle than he had a few minutes ago.  Teenagers.  Very tired teenagers.  The laugh had sounded less amused and more borderline hysterical, so when he spoke again, he was as gentle as he could be.

“Perhaps you ought to start from the beginning.”

--------- 

Gloriana knocked on the door ten minutes later with a platter of cheesy bread sticks and spicy meatballs.  By then, April had finished telling him about the attack on the lair, Agent Bishop’s involvement and mistakes, and Leonardo and Michelangelo’s rescue.  The mention of Bishop would have set his hair on end if he had any; he was familiar with the man, given his restaurant straddled the line between the Hidden City and New York, and there had been harassment before certain rules were put in place and Bishop promptly lost interest.  

Raphael had fallen asleep during April’s spiel, and she had tucked the blanket over him without so much as a pause and carried right on, and the practised move was doing something unfortunate to Hueso’s emotions.  Or perhaps that was just the realisation of just how terribly things had gone after Leonardo’s last message to him; how close the family had come to tragedy.  

They were children.  

(Also, Leonardo’s phone being eaten by a possessed train was nowhere on his spiralling bingo card--)

He took the platter with a nod of thanks and closed the door, sliding it onto the coffee table in front of them.  April needed no encouraging and snagged two breadsticks with the flash of a grateful smile.  He sat and politely let her wolf them down before he spoke again.

“They are all right now?”

“Mikey just overextended himself and is sleeping it off,” she said, and he wondered how much of an understatement that was.  He did not pry.  “Leo’s… not doing great, given the timing, but he’ll be okay with time.  Might be a while before he’s back to pester you, though.  Or take any shifts.”

“I will somehow manage without this added disruption in my life,” he said with a straight face.  He was partly relieved; mostly, however, he was quietly calculating just how hurt the boy must be to be gone for a while.  To be taken straight from a hospital bed before he had a chance to recover-- “And you say both of these aliens are now dead, yes?”

“With extreme prejudice,” April said with satisfaction.

“I am sure my customers will be relieved to hear the danger has fully passed, then.”  He sipped his tea.

“Oh yeah, sure.” She grinned at him, snagging another bread stick.  “And I’ll let Leo know you were worried about him.”

He frowned at her over his cup.  “You will not.  He is insufferable enough as it is and I will confess to nothing.”

“Hmm, I dunno…”

“I can still charge you for those bread sticks you are eating.”

“Man, you think my silence can be bought?”   She waved at him with the bread stick in question before biting it in half, and he sighed.

“I was under the impression humans were easily corruptible, yes.” 

“Oh, we totally are.”

The O’Neil women were definitely going to be headaches in his life, weren’t they.  Hueso found he wasn’t particularly annoyed by that fact, but he made sure to sigh again.  It gave him an opening in any case. “Would you like to take some food home with you?  The family must surely be quite exhausted, if they are all dead on their feet like the two of you.”

“That would be amazing and my lips are sealed,” April said sunnily.  “Only can we get stuff that isn’t pizza? We kind of, uh, wanna hold off on that for a bit.  Long story.”

Odd.  But he didn’t care enough to question it.  She had overloaded him with enough stressful exposition already.  “I will put together some other options.  It...may take a while, if you care to rest until it is—”

A green hand landed flat on top of the meatball pile, and they both jumped.  And watched as Raphael grabbed a full handful of meat and shoved it into his mouth, chewing slowly before letting out a snore and sinking back into sleep again.

Well, then.  He was beginning to understand why Raph had defended himself about eating phones.  

“Does he do this often?”

April cackled.

--------- 

Mayhem was in his kitchen.

Having a staring contest with Hop.

Hueso counted to ten.  And then tapped the rabbit yokai politely on the shoulder, pretending he didn’t see the boy jump more than strictly necessary.  “You have work to do.  I will deal with the interloper.”

Hop nodded vigorously and then took off the front counter, stumbling over his own big feet on the way out the door.  Hueso sighed.  And took his place, staring down the tiny yokai with the most unimpressed look he could manage.

Mayhem stared mildly back.

“I am going to put together some pasta and burritos for the Hamatos,” Hueso said finally.  “When I am done, kindly make sure it gets back to wherever they are staying and deposit the two in my office directly into their beds.  Then I will consider us even.”

Mayhem tilted his head as if he couldn’t possibly know what Hueso was talking about; as if the little sneak hadn’t dumped humans in his lap not one week before.  His tail dipped off the ledge he was sitting to wave dangerously close to a pot full of bubbling mince.

Hueso pointed a finger bone at him.  “Do not threaten me, pequeña mierda.  I know where you came from.”

Mayhem stuck his nose in the air and turned away.  But his tail curled around him obediently and his ears twitched back.  

Just so long as they were agreed.

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April was snoring on top of Raphael when he returned.  He took a picture, careful to cut Raphael out of the shot, and sent it to Carol.

Hueso: >> You told her I was concerned.  A lie and a terrible betrayal.

Carol’s response took a while in coming.  He wondered if she was laughing at him.

Mrs O’Neil: >> Which is it? 👀 A lie or a betrayal it can’t logically be both 

Hueso: >> We will have words about this later.  For now, I am sending your daughter home to bed.

Mrs O’Neil: >> Gracias, Senor.  

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Knowing the family were okay did set his mind at ease somewhat.  His restaurant seemed much quieter without the turtles coming through, but it wasn’t as if Run of the Mill was a picture of serenity without them.  Not with his customer list including mob bosses and smugglers and the occasional pirate, but largely his customers knew very well to treat his restaurant with respect and cause no issues (providing, of course, he did not double-book certain parties ever again.)  

Life settled into some semblance of normal over the next week as the invasion became more distant; for the majority of the yokai it had been merely a source of hushed gossip, trapped as they were quite safely in the Hidden City’s lockdown.  (Hueso was under no illusions.  If the invasion had not been halted on the surface, the Krang would have found them all eventually.  He kept that to himself.)

Carol messaged him some days later, minutes after closing, and he glanced down at the message and couldn’t help his faint huff of amusement:

Carol: >> YOU DIDN’T SAY HER FRIENDS WERE GREEN >> also thank you for the complimentary cheesecake how did you know

Hueso: >> I didn’t say they were human, either. >> I have my ways. You can work them out yourself I’m sure.

Carol: >> A lie and a terrible betrayal!!! >> You saw the delivery address.  More stupid questions?

Hueso: >> I do not think that is the clever retort you think it is.  I neither lied nor betrayed.  I am an honest man* >> * Terms and conditions apply >> Also yes, but you are welcome.  Your home is intact?

Carol: >> For the most part.  Some minor repairs needed.  >> The boys are fine.  I only met one, but he’s charming in an awkward sort of way.  They’re coming for dinner next week!

Ah.  Hueso closed the door to his office, leaning against it, and felt… lighter.  That was promising.  In more ways than one.  If the boys were going to a family dinner, they were okay.  And Carol had met a turtle and invited him to dinner.  Truly, a unique human being.  He suspected he was going to enjoy their conversations.

(He wondered if she threatened the turtle with a knife first.)

Hueso: >> All of them?

Carol: >> As far as I know.  Does that help?  Would you like me to pass on a message?

“Like you did last time?” he muttered.  But he appreciated the offer even so.

Hueso: >> That is quite all right.  If they are well enough for dinner, I’m sure I will be seeing them myself sometime soon.  Gracias.

He saw the dots come up and vanish again, then reappear, and he waited patiently.  

Carol: >> You’re welcome 🥰

He wondered what she had been typing.  But his curiosity was only mild, and it had been a long day; Hueso collected his briefcase, checked in with the closing staff, and made his way home in a surprisingly good mood.  

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The following weekend, he woke to find she had sent him a picture.  He opened it over breakfast and promptly spat milk across the table.  

It was a picture of April, holding up her phone with a wide grin, her camera panned back to catch Donatello perched on the back of a couch like a menacing and mildly deranged vulture.  Those strange machine hands of his were extended down with markers in their pincers, scrawling on the side of a sleeping Leonardo’s face.  Michelangelo was leaning over one side of the couch with a marker in his hands but it looked like he was laughing too much to contribute, and he could just see Raphael—a much less exhausted and less bandaged Raphael, for which he was quietly relieved—looking at the camera with a grin and gesturing at his brothers, his mouth smeared with… chocolate?  That was probably chocolate--

Carol: >> Proof of life 🎊🎊

Hueso: >> A terrible invasion of their privacy.  

Carol: >> I’m innocent!  My daughter is the fiend here.  You don’t hae to worry, I didn’t say a word >> *have

If Leonardo was sleeping at this dinner, he was still healing—but clearly in safe territory, if his brothers were… well.  Being brothers.  He’d certainly woken up several times as a child to find his bones decorated in all kinds of rude messages.  Hueso grimaced at the memory and took a closer look.  

The boy had lost weight.  Not enough to be frightening; enough that Hueso contemplated whether he could get away with inflicting more food on them without the repercussions of Leonardo’s smarmy grin and assumptions.  Probably not.  Besides, he had faith that Carol would have fed them well and Michelangelo was an excellent chef in his own right.  He was not needed here.

Hueso: >> Gracias. >> Is it all right if I print this?

Carol: >> You may do with it what you like.  April knew what she was doing.

Like mother, like daughter.  The girl was a menace.  But in this case… he smiled and tucked back into his breakfast, wiping up the spilled milk with a napkin.  April was all right.  He would have to let her know that her family was welcome at his pizzeria, provided they were not easily shocked by some of his clientele.

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Carol🗡️: >> Maybe a quieter night.  Do you have quiet nights?

Hueso: >> First Wednesday of the month is Human Night Out.  It only attracts the younger yokai.

Carol🗡️: >> Sounds ominous.  Human Night Out?

Hueso: >> Wherein we hide all traces of the Hidden City and pretend we are a human pizzeria.  There are costumes.

Carol🗡️: >> ...that’s actually something yokai are interested in?

Hueso: >> You don’t have theme nights in your own restaurants?  The younger yokai are fascinated by humans.  The older… not so much.  It is quieter.  There are ‘exotic’ dishes which I think you would find fairly mundane.    The yokai would think you were just in disguise.

Carol🗡️: >> Okay that’s amazing.  Don’t you lose money though?

Hueso: >> Not when people pay a premium for the exotic dishes.

Carol🗡️: >> I detect a con.

Hueso: >> I’m sure I have no idea what you mean.  Booking for 7pm?

Carol🗡️: >> We’ll be there.  I’ll review your exotic dishes.

Hueso: >> I’ll give you a discount for your first time if you review them positively.

Carol🗡️: >> We’ll see 😁

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[unknown number] >> I know I know youve been so worried about me I amhere 

Hueso: >> New phone, who is this

Niño idiota: >> Ohohoho OUCH we gotta work on ur meme skills u did it wrong

Hueso: >> I’m sure I don’t care.

Niño idiota: >> well when u decide u do care as u inevinnev something something do its ‘new phone who dis’

Hueso: >> ‘inevitably’.

Niño idiota: >> that’s what i said >> anyway sorry i was out of touch i lost my phone??  prolly left it somwhere u know how it is >> I owe u a shift just lmk when

Hueso is typing… Hueso is typing…

Niño idiota: >> did I break u with like responsibillity want me to be an idiota just to balance things??

Hueso: >> I will not need anyone for a few weeks.  But do not think you are off the hook.  I am sure I can find something tedious for you to do. >> You are already an idiot no need to rub it in.

Niño idiota: >> u love me and u know it

Hueso: >> Debatable.

Niño idiota: >> Debatable!!!  thats not a no u no

Hueso: >> Get some sleep and learn to spell.  I am busy.

Niño idiota: >> ✨🎊👏👏😘😊😏 >> in that order or

> Read 3.48pm

Niño idiota: >> you leave idiota on read???  rude tbh jail bla bla bla >> ��🥺🥺 >> 😎see u soon✨

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“—get it, but I wish you’d told me before this!”  The voice was whining and petulant and very, very familiar. He felt a Pavlovian sense of annoyance rise up almost as fast as the sheer relief, and Hueso opened the kitchen door a crack to peer out.  

Sure enough, there they were.  Finally.  Leonardo was leaning against the closest booth to the alleyway portal, but he was on his feet and that was good enough.  Michelangelo was latched onto one arm and Hueso couldn’t tell if it was clingy affection or for extra stability.  Perhaps both.  Leonardo’s pout was ridiculously overdramatic, which told Hueso the boy was perfectly fine with whatever he hadn’t been told, and if he had eyes, he would roll them.  Teenagers. 

“Sorry, Leo, we kinda forgot.”  Raphael rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.  The eye patch was gone with no sign of wounds beneath.  “It was a spur of the moment thing, but the kid’s never had pizza, so—”

“Nah, I get it,” Leo said, waving his free hand.  “But I’m totally complaining about this injustice for the rest of the night, just so you know.”

“Oh nooo, a surprise no one could have foreseen, however will we manage your-- oh wait, I have headphones.” Donatello, moving around them with a look of complete disinterest and his phone in his hand.  

There.  All four of them.  

Hueso breathed.  Hop had already picked up his notebook and was rounding the counter; he managed to catch him by the shoulder before Hop could get further (another jump, were all rabbit yokai so anxious or just this one?) and took the notebook from him, gesturing with his bony chin toward the kitchen.  The message was clear:  trade places.  

Then he waited until all four were seated—pretended he wasn’t paying attention to the way Michelangelo helped Leonardo into the booth—and sauntered over, the picture of nonchalance, grateful that his voice was dry as the desert when he spoke.  “Ah, my most destructive customers.  I thought it had been quiet around here.”

Donatello didn’t even look up from his phone, which was the very picture of normal for him.  But the other three did, with Raphael and Michelangelo throwing him cheerful smiles.  Leonardo lit right up with a flash of teeth in a smug grin that said he was about to say something incredibly obnoxious.  Good.  Business as usual.  Even if he wasn’t currently flailing at Hueso with his usual dramatics, which he suspected meant the boy was still sore, at the very least.  

“Bone man!”  Leonardo beamed, then sprawled in the booth with a barely-there wince, propped up by his little brother.  “Toldja it’d be soon.  Miss me?”

“Yes,” he said flatly.  “But my aim is getting better.”

Donatello snorted at his screen, and Leonardo made a face.  “Seriously?  That’s like… so old, you need to hang around someone younger with better jokes—”

“Someone like you, perhaps?”  Hueso pinned him with a look, tapping his notebook.  “You seem to have forgotten where I heard that from in the first place.”

“Memory issues,” Michelangelo said solemnly, pushing Leonardo delicately upright again.  “Concussions will do that to ya.”

Hueso raised the notebook to hide his smile as Leonardo shot him a betrayed look.  “You told him?”

“I’m sorry, was that meant to be a secret?”  Donatello glanced up finally.  “We’ve been incommunicado for weeks after an invasion and he called you while you were sleeping it off.  What do you think we told him?”

“I told him, technically,” Michelangelo said cheerfully, “But it’s okay, Leo!  I didn’t tell him anything else! Pinky promise.”

Raphael raised a hand sheepishly.  “Yeah, uh, but April and Raph might’ve...”

Leonardo’s expression flickered from surprised to guilty to mildly distressed before it settled on the sulkiest frown he’d seen on the boy yet.  “Well, that’s not fair.  I was gonna like… derail him with tales of our epic adventures and everything, and you beat me to it.”

“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘regale’, Nardo.”  

“Derailing may still happen,” Hueso said dryly, tapping his finger bones on the edge of the table to get their attention back.  “If you intend to continue this fascinating conversation rather than order your food?”

“Hah,” Leonardo muttered.  “That’s totally what I meant—”

“Hush up,” Michelangelo said, leaning past him.  “I’m hungry.  Can I get the mystic lasagna?”

He took their orders after that, watching them carefully as they talked.  Raphael’s eye was a little red, but was tracking correctly and obviously focused.  A good sign, he hoped.  Donatello seemed utterly like his normal self, and Michelangelo was wearing what seemed to be compression gloves.  Leonardo… was still thin, and looked very tired, but Hueso had seen him far more exhausted.  There were splashes of vivid colour creeping over the top of his shell which he couldn’t help but stare at, trying to work out what they were.  

Leonardo tilted his head at the curiosity, and then smiled more genuinely, twisting slightly so that Hueso could get a better look.  “Like it?  My little brother is awesome, as usual.”

“And don’t you forget it,” Michelangelo huffed, but he was grinning as Hueso stared at the beautifully painted marigolds, petunias, and tulips winding their way across Leonardo’s shell.  

The boy was an impressive artist; not just for the careful love and detail on such an unusual surface, but the way he’d crafted his art to disguise injury.  Because Hueso had to pay very close attention to see the repair job to the shell beneath.  

The damage had been… extensive.  He’d thought Raphael’s shell had been bad; no wonder he had been incommunicado for so long.  

Leonardo’s smile shifted strangely on his face, and he sounded almost uncertain.  “What do you think?”

Ah.  It was hard to translate what Leonardo really wanted to hear.  But given the way Michelangelo had gone so far to hide this injury… he leaned back again, humming thoughtfully.  “I think the next time I would like new art for the restaurant, I should see if your brother is free.  It may perhaps be a less destructive option than waiting tables.”

Leonardo grinned in pride as Michelangelo brightened next to him.  “Really?  I would love to do some art for you, Senor Hueso!  I could bring my portfolio next time!”

“You have a portfolio?” Raphael looked confused.  “Wait, what’s a portfolio?”

“It’s a port just for me, duh,” Leo drawled, and then reeled back as Donatello threw a wad of napkins into his face.  “Hphh!”

“That was terrible and you know it.”

“It was pretty great, actually.”  Leonardo spat a piece of napkin at him and smiled lazily.  “You’re just jealous I thought of it first.”

Donatello resolutely ignored him and turned to Raphael.  “It’s a collection of sample works that illustrate an artist’s skill and range.”

...had they forgotten he was here?  Typical.  He coughed loudly, and watched them all swivel back to him attentively.  “Yes, bring your portfolio.  I suppose I am interested.  The flowers look very lovely.”  He paused, but in the end he couldn’t resist.  “Though it does make you look like you’re about to be thrown at a wedding.”

“Sounds like a fun sport,” Donatello drawled.  “Let’s get Kendra married off so we can bowl Leo at her bridal party.  If she has enough friends for that.”

“Can—can we wait until he can survive that first, Raph would like not to panic all over again—” 

“Why should Leo get all the fun?  I’m the small one, let me be the bouquet!”  Michelangelo had literal stars in his eyes.  “I’d love to be a bunch of flowers.”

“Yeah, but you can hardly paint your own back, Miguel.”

“Challenge accepted.  This bitch yeet!”

“Okay, one:  language, and two:  even Raph knows that’s not how it goes—”

“What’s wrong with yeet?”

“Leonardo--”

Maybe he shouldn’t have made the joke.  Hueso sighed heavily, and this time it didn’t stop them from continuing on with... apparently inventing a brand new hobby.  Teenagers.  But lively ones, and he would rather they were here giving him a headache than go through the weeks of quiet that had preceded this one.  

“I’ll take your orders to the kitchen,” he said, and turned on his heel.

“Hey, wait—”

There was a tug on his sleeve, and he turned in surprise to find Leonardo half out of the booth and trying to keep his balance; Michelangelo had an arm wrapped around him to stop him falling, but was still arguing with the others.  Apparently he’d lunged to get Hueso’s attention without thinking it through.  Good grief.  He stepped forward and put his bony hand under Leonardo’s elbow, gently pushing him back into his seat.

“Do not do that again,” he said quietly, and Leonardo made a sheepish face.

“Sorry.  I just wanted to, uh…”

He trailed off.  Hueso raised an eyebrow and waited patiently until he glanced away.

“Did we worry you?”

What an odd question.  Or rather, what an odd delivery.  He would have expected Leonardo to be smug, taking it as proof of their friendship, but Leonardo seemed more anxious about the prospect.  And Hueso thought back to their text conversation.  To the boy’s completely nonchalant dismissal of his silence and missing phone.

“Only a little,” he said, voice mild.  “In truth, I was more impressed by the tale.  One could say that you and your brothers acted like…”  

And Hueso smiled.  Pointedly. 

“...champions.”

Leonardo mouthed the word back in confusion, before realisation lit his face.  Hueso took advantage of the pause to move away, heading for the kitchen with his notebook, listening briefly to the conversation behind him--

“Raph!  Raph!  Hey, gimme a lift, I need to go check the Wall of Champions—”

Hueso vanished into the kitchen and passed off their order to his kitchen hands.  He only had two photos of the boys, after all.  One was still quite firmly pinned to the Maze of Death cheaters wall.  The other--

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?”

His staff shrank back; both at the yell and at Hueso’s wide grin, which admittedly looked downright unnerving on a living skeleton, he could admit--

“Omigosh we’re champions!”

“With this photo!?  YOU’RE DRAWING ON MY FACE!”

“Well, someone had to.  I, at least, look suitably championlike—”

“You look like a deranged gremlin is what you look like.  Couldn’t he, like, edit out the chocolate first?”

“I mean, it could be worse, Leo!  We could have been drawing something that wasn’t PG-13.”

“Where’s April?  I’m gonna kill her.” Leonardo was wailing.  “She sent this to Hueso!?”

Hueso swept through the kitchen and into his office, shutting the door behind him so that nobody could hear him laugh.

[senig-fandom]

Entonces Alemania tiene un hermano O.O

Que le paso al hermano con la URSS y porque tanto Ale como Sur, están tan felices por su final.

Si, era una cosa que iba a escribir en Terapia, pero como me lleva la vida, no creo poder escribirla y ya quería hablarles de ello.

Alemania tenia un hermano mayor, este era 7 años mayor que el. Este hermano fue a parar en manos de la URSS cuando se dividió Berlín en dos partes, una para USA y otro para URSS.

Este hermano mayor no la paso muy bien, pues URSS al saber que Nazi se suicido, URSS busco su imagen en el hermano de Alemania.

Centro se entero de su enfermizo interés por Nazi, y descubrió lo que le hacia al pobre, por lo cual poco a poco termino dándole la espalda a URSS y empezó a apoyar mas a Rusia, aunque Centro le ocultaría eso a Rusia, hasta que Centro desapareció y Rusia descubaría lo que hizo.

Alemania por su parte, cuando tiro por los suelos las enorme división entre el y su hermano, ya era demasiado tarde y este yacía muerto, mientras Berlín lo abrazaba llorando.

Alemania se culpo por muchos años, lo que lo llevo a ser frio con todo el mundo. Además de que Alemania sufrió mucho también en solitario porque por culpa de su padre, el mundo odiaba su apariencia, un niño rubio, blanco de ojos azules, descrito por esa época como lo mejor de lo mejor.

Alemania fue odiado por todo los países a los que su padre hizo pedazos.

Alemania fue golpeado y matado de hambre en ese tiempo, hasta que fue a parar a Argentina, donde fue cuidado por este, por un tiempo. Aunque se desconoce como llego a Argentina pues, Argentina nunca le dijo como llego, pero que ahora podía estar seguro.

(Spoiler, Sur lo llevo cuando este se desmayo del hambre, pues Sur lo hizo por mera lastima por ser muy pequeño, ocultándolo en Argentina, y pidiéndole que no le cuete nada.)

Al final, Alemania se odiaba y odiaba al mundo, pero sabia que si hacia algo, lo volverían a llamar igual, además, odia a los que siguen con lo de Nazi, casi queriendo matarlos, y que el nunca, pero nunca, perdonara a su padre y que su odio sigue vivo hasta e día de hoy.

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Datos extras:

Cuando Sur llego la primera vez, y el y Alemania no se llevaban bien, Sur lo llamaba Nazi, lo que hacia que Alemania lo llamaba Traicionero (por los acontecimientos de a época de Porfirio Diaz) haciendo que estos dos discutieran, pero con todo lo que paso, ambos ya no se llaman así, y solo se dicen cosas como: Imbécil, pendejo, idiota, inútil etc etc... cuando se dicen de algo y discuten de verdad.

Sur había olvidado lo que hizo por Alemania cuando era pequeño, y ni seacuerda de ello, pero Argentina si.

Aunque no lo crean, Alemania aprendió español de Argentina, pero Argentina no le enseño las jergas o modismos de su país, pues sus jergas/modismos como la de todos sus hermanos solo las usan para molestar a España. Ante lo demás, todos los hijo de España saben escribir con letra cursiva, hablar un español neutral y como buenos hijos de España, se molestan cuando alguien no escribe bien ( En menor medida claro) así que Alemania habla un español neutral gracias a Argentina.

(dato extra, Argentina no le enseño sus modismos porque lo veía innecesario, y que podría confundirlo mucho y Alemania ya tenia muchos problemas para que alguien le meta mas cosas a su pobre cabeza de niño)

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Para finalizar, por que Sur lo odiaba, es que se entero cuando empezó a investigar en Rusia, eran sus inicios de guardar toda información para amenazar a otros y cuando lo descubrió, simplemente fue y se disculpo con Centro en su tumba ( cuando creían que murió) porque Centro le dijo que no ayudara mas a la URSS, pero Sur no lo escucho, porque Sur aun odiaba a Centro por lo de la revolución Mexicana y lo seguía ayudando solo para hacerlo enojar, cuando supo que URSS y Centro ya no se llevaban bien.

Eso seria todo, hay mucho de que hablar del tema, pues Alemania tiene muchos secretos que Sur sabe ya, y que en algunas apoya y en otras no, pues tanto Sur como Alemania se guardan sus secretos entre ellos, porque ahora Alemania debe llevarse los secretos de Sur a la tumba y Sur igual, siendo los dos cómplices de muchas cosas.

[yurnu]

Planeo hacer mi propio au basado en tus trabajos y quiero compartir la idea aquí, ya que considero que tu criterio es muy importante al ser mi inspiración.

Este au se llamaría "the angel and the infant" basada en la canción del musical epic(de jorge rivera herrans) the horse and the infant, en el contexto del au adan es mandado a hacer según las palabras de sera "su misión más importante hasta el momento", su misión es acabar con el anticristo para evitar que haga que los pecadores abran las puertas del infierno y asciendan al plano de los vivos(básicamente los muertos caminarán sobre la tierra).

En un principio adan esta confiado y va a donde le manda sera desde el cielo a la ubicación del anticristo, llega al palacio de los morningstar(que probablemente están ausentes por cosas relacionadas con el posible divorcio) y es guiado a una habitación, rompe la puerta con su hacha/guitarra y esta listo para atacar cuando se da cuenta de donde está: en una habitación de bebé, frente de él esta una cuna con una charlie bebé, adan suelta su arma de la sorpresa y ve de cerca a la niña, sus instintos paternales le hacen cargarla cuando llora(ya que se despertó por el ruido) y le pregunta a sera que significa esto, ella le explica que no habrá forma de detener al anticristo(charlie) cuando crezca por lo que lo mejor sería acabar con ella siendo todavía inofensiva, sin embargo adan no se lo toma bien y se niega a acabar con la vida de la bebé, sera trata de convencerlo de que es por un bien mayor pero adan se niega a escuchar, el no va a matar a un bebé solo porque sera se lo diga, tiene que haber otra alternativa.

Adan hace un acuerdo con sera de que le perdone la vida a charlie pero con la condición de criarla en el cielo para evitar que se vuelva el anticristo, sera a regañadientes acepta ya que sabe que adan es el nepo baby de dios.

Así que charlie crece como hija de adán y no sabe sobre su verdadera naturaleza, ella piensa que adan es su papá y que su madre está lejos.

Eso es todo lo que tengo por ahora, espero que no te moleste que comparta esto😅

¡DADADAM! ¡ADAM CONSIGUE UN NUEVO HIJO DE MANERA INVOLUNTARIA Y ACCIDENTADA! ¡HERMOSO! ¡AAAAAA! (⁠┛⁠✧⁠Д⁠✧⁠)⁠)⁠┛⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Veo esto bastante hermoso, no veo muchos Au's agarrar este tema (aparte de uno, no sé si hay más) ya que sería interesante ver a Charlie siendo criada en el cielo, con los criterios del cielo. Y siendo Adam quién la crié, no creo que él le oculte la cruda realidad de las almas humanas, sus hijos tuvieron que pasar eso y mucho más para sobrevivir y vieron como gran parte de sus hermanos o descendientes se volvían unos degenerados por X motivo.

Siempre creí que, a diferencia de Sera, él no mantendría a Emily o a algún hijo suyo en una burbuja por más que le gustará mantenerlo protegido de la realidad, ya que eso haría más daño que bien.

Aunque eso ya es cosa mía, el resto queda a tu criterio e imaginación.

Pero me gusta el camino de este AU. Más haya que Adam sea un idiota, sádico y algunas veces un tonto (a mi jamás me quitarán que eso no es un muro alrededor de su corazón destrozado ¡ESA SONRISITA AL FINAL DEL CAPITULO 8 DICE MUCHAS COSAS!) él jamás lastimaria a un niño por más que sea el anticristo.

¡Suerte con tu au! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

[crimsonwing]

One of the kids had the bright idea of bringing a dog from around his house. It was jumpy and barking all over the place, and I could hear Rebeca asking "Why is the dog here?" "So I can feed it, idiot. Forget about Morrison, this is payback for yesterday" I wasn't sure what Rebeca had done to that kid, but I could see she was very scared about the animal. It looked very aggressive. "Stop it! I don't like dogs!" She said, trying to kick em. And then it lunged at her. --- Uno de los niños tuvo la brillante idea de traer con el un perro de los alrededores de su casa. Esta inquieto y ladrando bastante, y pude escuchar a Rebeca preguntar: "¿Por qué está ese perro aquí?" El le respondió "Para alimentarlo, idiota. Esto es por lo de ayer." Ni siquiera estaba seguro de que había hecho Rebeca ayer, solo se que estaba asustada por el animal. Se veía muy agresivo. Y luego se lanzó contra ella.

[lety-ufu]

Lance y Dot coqueteando de fondo

Juró que lo más divertido de todo el Oneshot es ver a estos dos bobos siendo idiotas entre sí mientras el niño gancho está sufriendo, cómo por favor, hay un niño teniendo conflictos de autoestima, dejen de pelear y ayúdenlo. Incluso el tutor imbécil piensa lo mismo.

Lo siento amigo, el mago bonito y poderoso está ocupado con su no-novio, no tiene tiempo para ser la figura de admirar del niño gancho.

Cuanto apuesto a que se estaban sacando las greñas y por eso Lance no apareció primero, es que es obvio, seguro le está reclamando por usar la imagen de su hermana sin permiso.

El hombre se fue en plena clase sin importarle nada, y él único que lo sabía fue Dot, como se nota su cercanía desde la batalla con Epidem.

Gracias Dot por darme contenido de Lance cat, lo voy atesorar por la eternidad.