#task: 077

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Most Common Type of Workplace Injuries & How a Lawyer Can Help?

Workplace injuries can occur for a variety of reasons and can have far-reaching consequences in a worker's life.

Here are some of the most common types of workplace injuries, as well as how a lawyer can assist employees who have been injured.

1) Repetitive Stress Injuries: Repetitive stress injuries, such as carpal tunnel syndrome, can occur as a result of repeatedly performing the same task. These injuries can happen in a variety of workplaces, including offices, factories, and warehouses.

A lawyer can assist employees who have been diagnosed with a repetitive stress injury by negotiating a fair settlement with their employer and/or insurance company.

2) Back Injuries: Workplace activities such as heavy lifting, repetitive motions, slips, trips, and falls can all cause back injuries. A lawyer can assist workers who have suffered a back injury by negotiating a fair settlement with their employer and the insurance company.

3) Burn Injuries: Burn injuries can occur as a result of contact with dangerous chemicals, electrical currents, or hot equipment. A lawyer can assist workers who have been injured in a burn injury by negotiating a fair settlement with their employer and/or insurance company.

Prominent Lawyers is a leading compensation lawyer in Sydney, NSW, having expertise in medical malpractice and compensation, motor vehicle accidents, workplace injuries, and other personal injury matters. To get the best legal advice, call us at +61 180 077 6646 or fill out a free Enquiry Form on our website.

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[TASK 077: PARAGUAY]

There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 530+ Paraguayan faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever character or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags, @ mention us or send us a messaging linking us to your post!

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.

THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK -  examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

F:

María Odulia Nicola Ruotti / Chinita de Nicola (1922) Paraguayan - singer.

Alma María Vaesken (1935) Paraguayan - singer.

Raquel Chaves (1939) Paraguayan - poet, novelist, and journalist.

Faith Wilding (1943) Paraguayan - multidisciplinary artist, writer and educator.

Renée Ferrer de Arréllaga (1944) Paraguayan - poet and novelist.

Wanda Seux (1948) Paraguayan [Syrian, Lebanese, French] - vedette, dancer, and actress.

Numy Silva (1949) Paraguayan, Argentinian - actress.

Susy Delgado (1949) Paraguayan - poet and writer.

Ermelinda Pedroso Rodríguez D'Almeida / Perla (1951) Paraguayan - singer.

Raquel Lebrón (1954) Paraguayan - harpist.

Susana Escobar (1962) Paraguayan - actress.

Luz María Bobadilla (1963) Paraguayan - guitarist.

Sharlene Wells Hawkes (1964) Paraguayan - beauty pageant contestant.

Sonia Marchewka (1964) Paraguayan - actress.

Berta Rojas (1966) Paraguayan - guitarist and pianist.

Lourdes Llanes (1967) Paraguayan - actress.

Tana Schémbori (1970) Paraguayan - filmmaker and actress.

Vivian Benítez (1970) Paraguayan - beauty queen, model and TV Hostess.

Paz Encina (1971)  Paraguayan - director.

Clara Franco (1977) Paraguayan - actress, singer, tv host, and comedian.

Cindy Taylor (1977) Paraguayan - actress, TV host and model.

Stefanie Küster / Estefanía Küster (1979) Paraguayan [German, possibly other] - model and dancer.

Yanina González (1979) Paraguayan - actress, model, and beauty pageant contestant.

Pabla Thomen (1980) Paraguayan - actress, radio host, and tv host.

Viviana Stengel (1980) Paraguayan [German, possibly other] - singer.

Gabriela Bo (1980) Paraguayan - actress.

Renate Costa (1981) Paraguayan - director.

Leryn Franco (1982) Paraguayan - model, actress, and ex professional javelin thrower.

Malala Olitte (1982) Paraguayan - television presenter.

Lory Anderson (1982) Paraguayan / Argentinian - actress, model, and tv host.

Lourdes Amarilla (1983) Paraguayan - actress.

Melissa Quinonez (1983) Paraguayan - television and radio presenter.

Lourdes Arévalos (1984) Paraguayan - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Paola Maltese (1984) Paraguayan [Italian] - actress, presenter and entrepreneur.

Larissa Riquelme (1985) Paraguayan - model and actress.

Dallys Ferreira (1985) Paraguayan - celebrity.

María José Maldonado (1985) Paraguayan - singer, model, and beauty pageant contestant.

Lali González (1986) Paraguayan - actress.

Gabi Wolscham (1986) Paraguayan - model.

María de la Paz Vargas (1987) Paraguayan - beauty pageant contestant.

Yohana Benítez (1987) Paraguayan - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Daiana Ferreira Da Costa (1987) Paraguayan - guitarist and beauty pageant contestant.

Egni Eckert (1987) Paraguayan [German, possibly other] - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Elizabeth Grimmett (1987) Paraguayan - celebrity.

Silvia Flores (1987) Paraguayan - actress.

Giannina Rufinelli (1987) Paraguayan [Italian, possibly other] - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Mareike Baumgarten (1987) Paraguayan - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Fiorella Migliore (1989) Paraguayan [Italian, possibly other] - actress, model, tv presenter, and beauty pageant contestant.

Andrea Quattrocchi (1989) Paraguayan [Italian, possibly other] - actress, dancer, tv host, and announcer.

Gabriela Rejala (1989) Paraguayan - beauty pageant contestant.

Nicole Huber (1990) Paraguayan [German, possibly other] - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Violeta Acuña (1990) Paraguayan - actress.

Flor Martino (1990) Paraguayan - actress.

Laura Garcete (1990) Paraguayan - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Alba Riquelme (1991) Paraguayan - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Ariela Machado (1992) Paraguayan - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Cynthia Gómez (1992) Paraguayan - actress.

Nadia Portillo (1992) Paraguayan - musician and actress.

Ana Livieres (1992) Paraguayan - model and actress.

Guadalupe González (1992) Paraguayan - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Stephanía Stegman (1992) Paraguayan - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Myriam Arévalos (1993) Paraguayan - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Kya Mariel Koplin (1993) Paraguayan - production manager.

Paola Oberladstatter (1993) Paraguayan - Miss World Paraguay 2017

Lourdes Motta (1993) Paraguayan - Instagram Star and model.

Ana Chamorro (1993) Paraguayan - celebrity.

Alice Park (1994) Paraguayan [Korean] - model.

Sally Jara (1994) Paraguayan - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Simone Freitag (1995) Paraguayan - Miss World Paraguay 2016.

Carmiña Masi (1997) Paraguayan - Instagram Star.

Angelina Green (2004) Paraguayan / Unspecified Other - singer.

Yei Park (?) Paraguayan [Korean] - model and beauty pageant contestant.

Gloria Criscione Pineda / Gloria del Paraguay (?) Paraguayan [Italian / Spanish] - singer.

Alicia Martin (?) Paraguayan - actress, singer, and ex model.

Hebe Duarte (?) Paraguayan [Guarani, possibly other] - actress.

Patty Gadea (?) Paraguayan - actress, model, and tv host.

Yolanda Park (?) Paraguayan [Korean] - tv host.

Maia Nikiphoroff (?) Paraguayan [Russian, Italian] - actress, model, and dancer.

Jazmín Bogarín (?) Paraguayan [Guarani, possibly other] - actress.

Claudia Galanti (?) Paraguayan - model, showgirl, and actress.

Gloria Jara (?) Paraguayan - actress, model, and vedette.

Karina Buttner (?) Paraguayan - model.

Bianca Lee (?) Paraguayan [Korean] - model.

Sandra Kúku Flecha (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Angela Getz (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Tamara Djundi (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Leticia Panambi Sosa (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Nelly Dávalos (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Enrique Collar (?) Paraguayan - screenwriter and audiovisual artist.

Alicia Guerra (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Gabriela Bo (?) Paraguayan - actress.

María José Cacavelos (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Lourdez Gonzales (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Alicia Ávalos (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Diana Bareiro (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Andrea Melgarejo (?) Paraguayan - model and beauty pageant contestant.

GiannyL (?) Paraguayan - YouTuber.

Amparo Velázquez (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Daiana Cubilla Lee (?) Paraguayan [Korean, possibly other] - beauty pageant contestant.

Marissa Monutti (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Naty Sosa (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Sarai Lopez (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Angeline Carmona (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Ofelia Aquino (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Lourdes García (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Alejandra Prayones (?) Paraguayan - tv host.

Solange Mendez Flores / Solange Méndez (?) Paraguayan - actress and beauty pageant titleholder.

Fátima Aquino (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Lizarela Valiente (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Clyde Cowan (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Nathalie Lange (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Julia Peroni Mayans (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Anna Wollmeister (?) Paraguayan - YouTuber (HAUPEI Paraguay).

Cristina Logan (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Natalia Nebbia (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Gaby Cubilla (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Magdalena Estigarribia (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Clotilde Cabral (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Alejandra Siquot (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Katia Marmori (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Cecilia Torres (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Angelica Macuacua (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Leila Giménez (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Antonella Zaldivar (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Cynthia López (?) Paraguayan - model.

Patty Paredes (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Fanny Arzamendia (?) Paraguayan - model.

Tanya Villalba (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Vanessa Baez (?) Paraguayan - model.

Antonia Florentín Medina (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Mikaela Weiss Cohen (?) Paraguayan - model.

Andrea Burgos (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Julie Siemens (?) Paraguayan - model.

Constanza Ferreira (?) Paraguayan - model.

Carla Garelli (?) Paraguayan - Miss Teen International 2016.

Tiara Rautenberg (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Rogelia Rodríguez (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Teresa Maciel (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Eladia Velazquez (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Laura Kohoot (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Jéssica Servín (?) Paraguayan - Miss International Paraguay 2014.

Anahe Jaramello (?) Paraguayan - Miss Teen Universe Paraguay 2017.

Gissella Sotomayor (?) Paraguayan - Miss Grand Paraguay 2014.

Natalia Alvarenga (?) Paraguayan - actress.

Viviana Florentin (?) Paraguayan - Miss Supranational Paraguay 2016.

Giovanna Cordeiro (?) Paraguayan - Miss World Paraguay 2015.

Sendy Cáceres (?) Paraguayan - Miss Earth Paraguay 2014.

Jazmín Romero (?) Paraguayan - model.

Clara Sosa (?) Paraguayan - model.

Ani Lindström (?) Paraguayan - model.

Carmen Tatiana Laspina Ruiz Diaz (?) Paraguayan - model.

Paula Artunduaga (?) Paraguayan - model.

Paula Gauto (?) Paraguayan - model.

Belèn Navarro (?) Paraguayan - model.

Rossana Fabiola Speciale Escobar (?) Paraguayan - model.

Rosanna Elizabeth Jiménez Pereira (?)  Paraguayan - Miss Universe Paraguay 1997.

Melissa Hicks (?) Paraguayan - singer (Tekove).

F Athletes:

Natalia Toledo (1972) Paraguayan - long jumper.

Patricia Wilka (1972) Paraguayan - sport shooter.

Rossana de los Ríos (1975) Paraguayan - tennis player.

Larissa Schaerer (1975) Paraguayan - tennis player.

Karen Doljak (1978) Paraguayan - cyclist.

Celeste Troche (1981) Paraguayan - golfer.

Carmen Martínez (1982) Paraguayan - long-distance runner.

Florencia Cerutti (1982) Paraguayan - sport sailor.

Marizza Faría (1983) Paraguayan - handballer.

Mariana Canillas (1984) Paraguayan - discus thrower.

Luz Genes (1984) Paraguayan - handballer.

Andrea Prono (1984) Paraguayan - swimmer.

María Gómez (1984) Paraguayan - handballer.

Paola Ferrari (1985) Paraguayan - basketball player.

Karina dos Santos (1985) Paraguayan - handballer.

Julieta Granada (1986) Paraguayan - golfer.

Rocio Rivarola (1987) Paraguayan - rower.

Leticia Martínez (1988) Paraguayan - handballer.

Sophie Schmidt (1988) Paraguayan, Unspecified Other - footballer.

Alicia Villalba (1988) Paraguayan - handballer.

Ana Camila Pirelli (1989) Paraguayan - track and field athlete.

Myrian Rodríguez (1989) Paraguayan - handballer.

Gabriela Mosqueira (1990) Paraguayan - rower.

María Virginia Báez (1991) Paraguayan - swimmer.

Pilar Frutos (1991) Paraguayan - handballer.

Julia Marino (1992) Paraguayan - freestyle skier.

Leysa Beggan (1992) Paraguayan - handballer.

Verónica Cepede Royg (1992) Paraguayan - tennis player.

Alana Pedrozo (1992) Paraguayan - handballer.

Gloria Villamayor (1992) Paraguayan - footballer.

Analia Yaryes (1993) Paraguayan - handballer.

Karen Riveros (1994) Paraguayan - swimmer.

Ana Acuña (1994) Paraguayan - handballer.

Rebeca Bordon (1994) Paraguayan - handballer.

Montserrat González (1994) Paraguayan - tennis player.

Kamila Rolon (1994) Paraguayan - handballer.

Alexia Cáceres (1995) Paraguayan - handballer.

Georginna Battaglia (1995) Paraguayan - handballer.

Camila Giangreco Campiz (1996) Paraguayan - tennis player.

Sabrina Fiore (1996) Paraguayan - handballer.

Gisela González (1997) Paraguayan - handballer.

Delyne Leiva (1998) Paraguayan - handballer.

Fernanda Insfrán (1998) Paraguayan - handballer.

Giovanna Goroso (1998) Paraguayan - handballer.

María Paula Fernández (1998) Paraguayan - handballer.

Nicole Rautemberg (1999) Paraguayan - swimmer.

Fatima Acuña (1999) Paraguayan - handballer.

M:

Florentín Giménez (1925) Paraguayan - pianist.

Johnny Torales (1928) Paraguayan - musician (Los 3 Sudamericanos).

Efrén Echeverría (1932) Paraguayan - guitarist.

Alberto de Luque (1938) Paraguayan - singer.

Gabino Ruiz Díaz Torales / Rudi Torga (1938) Paraguayan [Guarani, possibly other] - poet and actor.

José Luis Ardissone (1940) Paraguayan - actor and director.

Arnaldo André (1943) Paraguayan - actor.

Felipe Sosa (1945) Paraguayan - musician.

Guido Rodríguez Alcalá (1946) Paraguayan - poet, narrator, historian, journalist, essayist, and literary critic.

Carlos Schvartzman (1947) Paraguayan [Ukrainian Jewish] - pianist and guitarist.

Juan Cancio Barreto (1950) Paraguayan - musician.

Lalo Villalba (1952) Paraguayan - singer.

Luis Szarán (1953) Paraguayan [Polish, possibly other] - musician.

Manuel Cuenca (1956) Paraguayan - actor and producer.

Chico Díaz (1959) Paraguayan / Brazilian - actor.

Ismael Ledesma (1962) Paraguayan - harpist.

Rolando Chaparro (1965) Paraguayan - musician.

Pepe Céspedes (1966) Argentinian, Paraguayan - musician.

Michael-David Aragon (1966) Paraguayan - actor and stunt double.

Juan Carlos Maneglia (1966) Paraguayan - actor and director.

Enrique Díaz (1967) Paraguayan / Brazilian - actor.

Manuel Rodríguez (1968) Paraguayan - actor.

Diego Sánchez Haase (1970) Paraguayan [German, possibly other] - pianist and harpsichordist.

Carlos Piñánez (1971) Paraguayan - actor and director.

Paletita (1973) Paraguayan - actor.

Celso Duarte (1974) Paraguayan / Mexican - musician.

Jorge Ratti (1974) Paraguayan [Italian, possibly other] - radio host, tv host, actor, and DJ.

Luis A. Aguirre (1977) Paraguayan - actor, director, and writer.

Fran Villalba (1978) Paraguayan - pianist.

Hugo Cataldo (1978) Paraguayan - actor and artist.

Enrique Pavón (1979) Paraguayan - actor and director.

Aldo Franco (1979) Paraguayan - songwriter.

Néstor Amarilla (1980) Paraguayan - actor, producer, director, and writer.

Jorge López (1980) Paraguayan - actor.

Nico García (1980) Paraguayan - actor.

Horacio Ojeda Lacognata (1981) Paraguayan - director and actor.

Nelson Silva (1981) Paraguayan - actor, playwright, director, and journalist.

Gustavo Cabaña (1982) Paraguayan - actor and comedian.

Alfredo Galeano (1982) Paraguayan - actor, editor, and drummer (Funeral).

Rodrigo Ojeda / Yuka (1983) Paraguayan - singer and guitarist (Kchiporros).

Joaquin Baldwin (1983) Paraguayan - writer and director.

Roberto Ruiz Díaz / Chirola (1984) Paraguayan - singer (Kchiporros).

Carlos Ortellado (1984) Paraguayan - actor and model.

Pablo Lamar (1984) Paraguayan - producer.

Kike Pedersen (1984) Paraguayan - musician.

Fernando Peyrat / Pibes (1985) Paraguayan - drummer (Kchiporros).

Julio De Torres (1987) Paraguayan - actor.

Toto Gonzalez (1987) Paraguayan  - TV host, radio host, and journalist.

Rodolfo Estigarribia (1987) Paraguayan - actor.

Ángel Abel Cabrera Gamarra / AC (1987) Paraguayan - guitarist and singer (Los Rumberos).

Juan Nuñez (1988) Paraguayan - singer (Los Rumberos).

Luis Troche (1988) Paraguayan - actor.

Edberg (1989) Paraguayan - twitch star.

José Carlos Cabrera (1989) Paraguayan - guitarist.

José Mongelós (1989) Paraguayan - singer.

Wilson Javier González Legal / Delta (1990) Paraguayan - rapper (Los Rumberos).

Sebastian Mayer (1990) Paraguayan / German - actor.

Nahuel Sachak (1991) Paraguayan - singer.

Iván Zavala (1991) Paraguayan - singer and multi-instrumentalist.

Juanse Buzo (?) Paraguayan - actor, musician, and comedian.

Celso Franco (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Jin Hyuk Johnny Kim (?) Paraguayan [Korean] - actor.

Michael Kovich Jr. (?) Paraguayan - filmmaker and photographer.

Rafael Alfaro (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Derlis A. González (?) Paraguayan - film composer and orchestrator.

Guillermo Vera (?) Paraguayan - actor and director.

Paul Lando (?) Paraguayan - actor, voice over, TV and radio host.

Julio Saldaña (?) Paraguayan - actor and theater director.

Bruno Sosa Bofinger (?) Paraguayan, Brazilian - actor.

Luis Troche (?) Paraguayan - actor, musician, and comedian.

Boogat (?) Paraguayan, Mexican - musician.

Fernando Abadie (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Hernán Melgarejo (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Wilfrido Acosta (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Paco Mendoza (?) Argentinian, Peruvian, Paraguayan - rapper and singer.

Víctor Sosa (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Mario Toñanez (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Sin Jabón En La Boca (?) Paraguayan - YouTuber.

Calolo Rodriguez (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Ramon Del Rio (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Paulo Metello (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Nathan Christopher Haase (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Domingo Germán (?) Paraguayan - singer-songwriter.

Gustavo Ilutovich (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Christian Ferreira (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Víctor Gavilán Sánchez (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Emilio Barreto (?) Paraguayan [Guarani, possibly other] - actor.

Anuncio Galeano (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Luis Gutiérrez (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Ruben Rodas (?) Paraguayan - filmmaker and actor.

Javier Enciso (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Silvio Rodas (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Paco Perez Montes (?) Paraguayan - YouTuber (HAUPEI Paraguay).

Fabio Chamorro (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Juan Carlos Cañete (?) Paraguayan - actor, director, and producer.

Martín Oviedo (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Tomás Arredondo (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Pablo Delgado (?) Paraguayan - youtuber (Desoxigenados).

Sebastian Arguello (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Rafael Rojas Doria (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Sebastian Rodriguez (?) Paraguayan - youtuber (Desoxigenados).

Miguel Escoz (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Carlos Cabra (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Ever Enciso (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Ramón Román (?) Paraguayan - YouTuber (MbaePikoPea).

Máximo Florentín (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Nelson Amarilla (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Carlos Jalife (?) Paraguayan - author.

Dani Da Rosa (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Beto Barsotti (?) Paraguayan - actor and musician.

Carlos Benegas (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Alejandro Cayuela (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Cesar Agüero (?) Paraguayan - youtuber (Desoxigenados).

Eduardo Ruben Cano (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Roberto Cardozo (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Felix Alberto Medina Ortiz (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Sergio Quiñonez Román (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Hector Javier Fernandez (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Cristian Agüero (?) Paraguayan - youtuber (Desoxigenados).

Blas Filártiga (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Alcides Oviedo Cáceres (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Cala del Puerto (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Vitali Rogelio Vologdin (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Maximiliano Bellassai (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Alejandro Rojas (?) Paraguayan - model.

Matias Franco (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Diego Cheblis (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Roberto Sanabria (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Victor Hugo Florentin (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Mathías Benítez (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Aníbal Ortiz (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Joaquin Serrano (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Ruly Pérez (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Arturo Ortiz (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Juan de Dios Collar (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Luis Galiano (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Dani Gamarra (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Ramon Del Rio (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Víctor Espínola (?) Paraguayan - multi-instrumentalist and singer.

Raul Isfran (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Edson Fernandez (?) Paraguayan - model.

Alejandro Adrian Lemmer (?) Paraguayan - model.

Tito Jara Roman (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Williams Ocampos (?) Paraguayan - model.

Osval (?) Paraguayan - model.

Julio Prous Torales (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Guillermo Mathias Martinez (?) Paraguayan - model.

Miguel Avalos (?) Paraguayan - model.

Edgar Mora (?) Paraguayan - actor.

Renzo Faraone (?) Paraguayan - model.

Julio Troche / Pela (?) Paraguayan - singer and guitarist (Kchiporros).

Edgar Aquino / Weket (?) Paraguayan - bassist (Kchiporros).

Diego Mieres / Perro (?) Paraguayan - keyboardist (Kchiporros).

Gustavo Gómez / Gomex (?) Paraguayan - percussionist (Kchiporros).

Casto Darío Martínez (?) Paraguayan - musician (Los 3 Sudamericanos).

Alejo Benitez (?) Paraguayan - singer and guitarist (Grupo Generación).

Adolfo Arreguí (?) Paraguayan - singer and guitarist (Grupo Generación).

Carlos Rodríguez / Toti (?) Paraguayan - singer and keyboardist (Grupo Generación).

Herbert Cáceres (?) Paraguayan - singer and accordionist (Grupo Generación).

Ismael Resquín (?) Paraguayan - percussionist (Grupo Generación).

Silvio Turró (?) Paraguayan - bassist and guitarist (Grupo Generación).

Enrique Zayas (?) Paraguayan - singer and guitarist (Paiko).

Sebastian Gulino (?) Paraguayan - drummer (Paiko).

Rodrigo Ferreiro (?) Paraguayan - singer and guitarist (Paiko).

Carlo Borghetti (?) Paraguayan - singer and bassist (Paiko).

Gonzalo Nuñez (?) Paraguayan - keyboardist (Paiko).

Federico Wagener (?) Paraguayan [German, possibly other] - bassist (Flou).

Bruno Ferreiro (?) Paraguayan [Turkish, possibly other] - guitarist (Flou).

Guillermo Gayo (?) Paraguayan - drummer (Flou).

Fernando Garbarino (?) Paraguayan - guitarist (Tekove).

Juanci Alvarez (?) Paraguayan - violinist (Tekove).

Eduardo Báez (?) Paraguayan - keyboardist (Tekove).

Juan Pablo Giménez (?) Paraguayan - bassist (Tekove).

Eduardo Benítez (?) Paraguayan - drummer (Tekove).

Patrick Altamirano (?) Paraguayan - singer (Revolber).

Rolfi Gomez (?) Paraguayan - bassist (Revolber).

Juan Colman / El Gordo LiberoSky (?) Paraguayan - drummer (Revolber).

Rodolfo Gomez (?) Paraguayan - keyboardist (Revolber).

Jorge Pflugfelder (?) Paraguayan - guitarist (Revolber).

José González (?) Paraguayan - singer and guitarist (Kuazar).

Marcelo Saracho (?) Paraguayan - bassist (Kuazar).

Marcelo Moreira (?) Paraguayan - drummer (Kuazar).

Christian Murphy (?) Paraguayan - musician (StrangersAngels).

Gabriel Murphy (?) Paraguayan - musician (StrangersAngels).

Mike Martínez (?) Paraguayan - singer and guitarist (The Force).

Juan Barrios (?) Paraguayan - singer and bassist (The Force).

Bruno Romero (?) Paraguayan - drummer (The Force).

Eduardo Valenzuela (?) Paraguayan - guitarist (The Force).

Vitti Ramírez (?) Paraguayan - guitarist (Tres Fronteras).

Franchi Morinigo (?) Paraguayan - bassist (Tres Fronteras).

Ed Gayos (?) Paraguayan - drummer (Tres Fronteras).

Leonardo Barreto (?) Paraguayan - bassist (Funeral).

Carlos Vargas (?) Paraguayan - guitarist (Funeral).

M Athletes:

Sinforiano García (1924) Paraguayan - footballer.

Juan Bautista Agüero (1935) Paraguayan - footballer.

Eliseo Insfrán (1935) Paraguayan - footballer.

José Aveiro (1936) Paraguayan - footballer.

Ignacio Achúcarro (1936) Paraguayan - footballer.

José de La Cruz Benítez (1952) Paraguayan - footballer.

Roberto Fernández (1954) Paraguayan - footballer.

Hugo Kiesse (1954) Paraguayan - footballer.

Epifanio Benítez (1954) Paraguayan - footballer.

Adolfino Cañete (1956) Paraguayan - footballer.

Cristín Cibils (1956) Paraguayan - footballer.

Carlos Kiese (1987) Paraguayan - former football coach and sports journalist.

Juan Manuel Battaglia (1957) Paraguayan - footballer.

Eufemio Cabral (1958) Paraguayan - footballer.

Felipe Nery Franco (1959) Paraguayan - footballer.

Ramón Hicks (1959) Paraguayan - footballer.

Gualberto Jara (1959) Paraguayan - manager

Julio César Romero (1960) Paraguayan - footballer.

Buenaventura Ferreira (1960) Paraguayan - footballer.

Jorge Battaglia (1960) Paraguayan - footballer.

Alfredo Mendoza (1963) Paraguayan - footballer.

Félix Ricardo Torres (1964) Paraguayan - footballer.

José Luis Chilavert (1965) Paraguayan - footballer.

Victor Cristaldo (1967) Paraguayan - footballer.

Carlos Luis Torres (1968) Paraguayan - footballer.

Mike Barrowman (1968) Paraguayan - swimmer.

Carlos Morales Santos (1968) Paraguayan - footballer.

Rubén Ruiz Díaz (1969) Paraguayan - footballer.

Miguel Ángel Benítez (1970) Paraguayan - footballer.

Celso Ayala (1970) Paraguayan - footballer.

Francisco Ferreira (1970) Paraguayan - footballer.

Casiano Delvalle (1970) Paraguayan - footballer.

Jorge Luis Campos (1970) Paraguayan - footballer.

Edgar Baumann (1970) Paraguayan [German] - former javelin thrower and current javelin coach.

Carlos Gamarra (1971) Paraguayan - footballer.

José Cardozo (1971) Paraguayan - footballer.

Julio César Yegros (1971) Paraguayan - footballer.

Roberto Acuña (1972) Paraguayan - footballer.

Derlis Soto (1973) Paraguayan - footballer.

Cristino Jara (1973) Paraguayan - footballer.

Richart Báez (1973) Paraguayan - footballer.

Pánfilo Escobar (1974) Paraguayan - footballer.

Carlos Espínola (1975) Paraguayan - footballer.

Arnaldo Espínola (1975) Paraguayan - footballer.

Oscar Espínola (1976) Paraguayan - footballer.

Delio Toledo (1976) Paraguayan - footballer.

Carlos González (1976) Paraguayan - footballer.

Carlos Villagra (1976) Paraguayan - footballer.

Justo Villar (1977) Paraguayan - footballer.

Joel Zayas (1977) Paraguayan - footballer.

Raúl Román (1977) Paraguayan - footballer.

Rubén Darío Aguilera (1978) Paraguayan - footballer.

Julio Ortellado (1978) Paraguayan - footballer.

David Mendoza (1978) Paraguayan - footballer.

Darío Verón (1979) Paraguayan - footballer.

Pablo Daniel Escobar (1979) Paraguayan - footballer.

Roque Santa Cruz (1981) Paraguayan - footballer.

Elvis Marecos (1980) Paraguayan - footballer.

Nelson Cuevas (1980) Paraguayan - footballer.

Hilario Navarro (1980) Paraguayan - footballer.

Ángel Amarilla (1981) Paraguayan - footballer.

Emilio Martínez (1981) Paraguayan - footballer.

Fabián Benítez (1981) Paraguayan - footballer.

Pablo Giménez (1981) Paraguayan - footballer.

Jonathan Santana (1981) Paraguayan - footballer.

Antolín Alcaraz (1982) Paraguayan - footballer.

Walter Fretes (1982) Paraguayan - footballer.

Diego Figueredo (1982) Paraguayan - footballer.

Cristian Riveros (1982) Paraguayan - footballer.

Aldo Adorno (1982) Paraguayan - footballer.

Miguel Ángel Cuélla (1982) Paraguayan - footballer.

Nelson Valdez (1983) Paraguayan - footballer.

Claudio Centurión (1983) Paraguayan - footballer.

Otelo Ocampos (1983) Paraguayan - footballer.

Aquilino Villalba (1983) Paraguayan - footballer.

Néstor Ortigoza (1984) Paraguayan / Unknown - footballer.

Rodrigo Riquelme (1984) Paraguayan - footballer.

Cristian Brítez (1984) Paraguayan - footballer.

Lucas Barrios (1984) Paraguayan / Unknown - footballer.

Eduardo Aranda (1985) Paraguayan - footballer.

Víctor Cáceres (1985) Paraguayan - footballer.

Christian Ovelar (1985) Paraguayan - footballer.

José Amarilla (1985) Paraguayan - footballer.

Juan Ignacio Acosta Cabrera (1985)

Víctor Aquino (1985) Paraguayan - footballer.

Pablo Zeballos (1986) Paraguayan - footballer.

Jaison Ibarrola (1986) Paraguayan - footballer.

Ben Hockin (1986) Paraguayan / British - swimmer.

Miguel Samudio (1986) Paraguayan - footballer.

Néstor Camacho (1987) Paraguayan - footballer.

Félix Brítez Román (1987) Paraguayan - footballer.

Roberto Moreira Aldana (1987) Paraguayan - footballer.

Osmar Molinas (1987) Paraguayan - footballer.

Julián Benítez (1987) Paraguayan - footballer.

Raúl Bobadilla (1987) Paraguayan - footballer.

Pablo César Aguilar (1987) Paraguayan - footballer.

Édgar Benítez (1987) Paraguayan - footballer.

Gustavo Mencia (1988) Paraguayan - footballer.

Rogerio Leichtweis (1988) Paraguayan - footballer.

Bryan Lopez (1988) Paraguayan - footballer.

Gatito Fernández (1988) Paraguayan - footballer.

José Ariel Núñez (1988) Paraguayan - footballer.

Raúl Amarilla Romero (1988) Paraguayan - footballer.

Javier Acuña (1988) Paraguayan - footballer.

Luis Cáceres (1988) Paraguayan - footballer.

Luis Miño (1989) Paraguayan - footballer.

Joel Silva (1989) Paraguayan - footballer.

Samuel Cáceres (1989) Paraguayan - footballer.

Robin Ramírez (1989) Paraguayan - footballer.

Iván Piris (1989) Paraguayan - footballer.

Ángel Orué (1989) Paraguayan - footballer.

Hernán Villalba (1989) Paraguayan - footballer.

Hernán Pérez (1989) Paraguayan - footballer.

Walter Cabrera (1990) Paraguayan - footballer.

Cristian Báez (1990) Paraguayan - footballer.

Richard Ortiz (1990) Paraguayan - footballer.

Marcelo Cañete (1990) Paraguayan / Unknown - footballer.

Luis Fariña (1991) Paraguayan - footballer.

Silvio Torales (1991) Paraguayan - footballer.

Enzo Prono (1991) Paraguayan - footballer.

Brian Montenegro (1993) Paraguayan - footballer.

Renato César (1993) Paraguayan - footballer.

Juan Iturbe (1993) Paraguayan, Basque - footballer.

Miguel Medina (1993) Paraguayan - footballer.

Mauro Andrés Caballero (1994) Paraguayan - footballer.

Héctor Villalba (1994) Paraguayan / Unknown - footballer.

Cristian Colmán (1994) Paraguayan - footballer.

Gonzalo Rodriguez (1995) Paraguayan - footballer.

Christopher Cristaldo (1995) Paraguayan - footballer.

Antonio Sanabria (1996) Paraguayan - footballer.

Alexis Rojas (1996) Paraguayan - footballer.

Adrián Cubas (1996) Paraguayan / Unknown - footballer.

Sergio Díaz (1998) Paraguayan - footballer.

Cristhian Paredes (1998) Paraguayan - footballer.

Ariel Galeano (2001) Paraguayan - footballer.

Problematic:

Abel Sergio Alfonzo Alarcón / Alf (1984) Paraguayan - singer (Los Rumberos) - charged with homicide.

Walter Cabrera (?) Paraguayan - singer and guitarist (Flou) - appropriated dreadlocks.

[sir-huffman]

33, 66, i forgot the list already, 18, 41, 77, 92

100 Random Character Development Questions [ Accepting ]

018. Your character wakes up to find that war has been declared. What do they do?

Huffman is...on the front lines. He is one of the first knights to hear the war declaration and he is one informing others. Huffman is a knight, he is a step below the Captains and as such is one of the soldiers who will have to fight. As a Knight of Favonius, he is bound to not show any fear or any emotion other than confidence - this is written in their rules. He will have to show the bravery of the knights no matter the situation. Even if he knows his task will kill him, even if he is thrown into a suicide mission, Huffman is already mentally prepared ( he has been all his life, he knows he is more worthless than even a pawn in this world ), he has to show no fear...he cannot show fear...it’s against the handbook.

033. Do they keep their promises?

Yes.

Huffman will not make a promise he cannot keep - after all a knight who breaks there promise would look bad for the knights. As such, should he break a promise  then it could be completely accidental ( should he not have the foresight to realize he cannot keep that promise no matter the situation ).

041. Are they comfortable with technology?

Huffman is more or less apathetic when it comes to technology. And by technology, I am referring to the mechanisms such as the ruin guards and the devices created by the Fatui (ie delusions and guns). Coming from a place where they are in the iron age(?), Huffman has dealt with ruin guards who have missiles and has worked with Fatui members who have guns.

Technology is beneficial, Huffman understands it enough to know the consequences of such technology as well. However, he is hesitant to use it knowing that there are things that humans should be limited too and he, himself, isn’t a man who is technologically savvy enough to understand the advancements of various things.

066. Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature?

Huffman has no preference. He is a man who needs the in between - more urban. However, he is very apathetic to where he is and can appreciate both sides of the city life and just being remote in nature. During his life he is far more use to the city life - being a knight and being around 24/7 makes one yearn for the solitude life provided by being in a cabin, alone, in nature.

However, he is also an extrovert at heart - he needs to be around people to be active. He cannot stay away from people for too long, or else he gets very tired and exhausted.

077. How often do they cry? Over what?

Huffman...doesn’t cry that much. I cannot say that he has really truly cried other than from an injury where it’s a natural bodily reaction. Huffman truly doesn’t really care about others, he doesn’t get attached - he can’t get attached. It makes him very superficial when speaking about him, but he truly does care...he just can’t show his weakness ( it’s written in the Favonius handbook ). As such, should he cry...and truly emotionally cry...know that he’s at his breaking point.

And that moment will be the day he will be encountering death. The death of failing Mondstadt, to be branded a traitor and be executed for all the bad deeds he has done - for breaking the Handbook. The reality of his death is not going to be clean cut ( despite knowing that he will die a horrible death ), and how he has no say in it what so ever. And the reality that in the end...no matter how good his intentions are...it doesn’t matter. How he did it, what he had to do, the burden he bears is a thankless job.

092. What emotion does your character evoke in others?

There are many emotions that Huffman can evoke from others. Many would describe him as safe, a warm and wholesome person. A person who brightens there day and who can do no harm to anyone.

Others would say that Huffman is superficial, that everything about him is fake. He brings anger and frustration out within people because Huffman doesn’t get angry, doesn’t get sad, he just simply is there and seems unemotional. That he truly doesn’t care about the city he protects, even though everyone knows he does care and he will protect everyone even with his life. He seems too good to be true, and his ideals his way of thinking is just so intense yet so gentle...he’s a conundrum an walking definition of an oxymoron.

[anasticklefics]

Holding Back

Fandom: MCU

Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker (don’t tag as ship)

Summary: Tony wants to figure out how much of his strength Peter is using during mundane tasks. It results in him realizing just how much Peter is holding back when he gets tickled.

A/N: Loosely based on this prompt from @sherlockmod. I hope you like it!

Words: 1 077

Peter was technically stronger than him. It was a fact that constantly escaped him until they were in battle together. While Tony was in a suit, always upgraded with the newest tech to help him save the city, world, universe, Peter would probably hold his own without one. Not that Tony would ever allow that to happen, of course. He’d be a goddamn fool to not give the kid as many advantages as he could.

Peter was play wrestling with Sam and Bucky when Tony was once again reminded of his strength, watching as he picked up Sam effortlessly while the older man yelled that super powers were “cheating, fight me like a man,” which made Tony laugh.

Bucky, having not raised a finger as the teen fought his defenseless friend, rolled up his sleeves when Peter turned to him.

“Two can play that game,” he said, and Tony left the rather equal fight grateful that he’d never sparred with the kid. That would’ve been embarrassing.

He started wondering though. How much did Peter have to hold back in regular life? Was every touch a struggle, or was he able to reign it in easily? He’d seen him throw cars, hold up parts of buildings, but he’d also seen already healing bruises on his shoulder as a high school bully had pushed him into a locker (which had pissed him off). He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been forced to throw himself against the metal after he’d felt the shove or not.

Suddenly Tony knew what project he’d be focusing on this week.

He didn’t beat around the bush. As soon as Peter had finished wrestling with Sam and Bucky, Tony called him to his lab. “Squeeze my arm,” he said without preamble. “Just do it.”

Peter did as he was told, having learned long ago to not question Tony in situations like these.

“How much of your strength would you say that took?”

“Uh.”

“Approximately.”

“I haven’t really thought about it.”

“It wasn’t much, was it? Compared to what you can do.”

“I guess.” Peter was frowning, not confused, but concentrating. “That’s interesting.”

“Interesting enough for an experiment or two?”

His lips curled upwards. “Always.”

Tony drummed his fingers over the table. “Let’s go then.”

It was hard to figure out just how Peter’s body knew how to navigate its strength, but it was fascinating nevertheless. While the percentage wasn’t entirely accurate, they did determine that he used about 10% of his strength for mundane tasks, only really feeling the strain of holding back when he was feeling strong emotions.

“I don’t think you’re using your full strength during battles either,” Tony said, holding up his hand when Peter started protesting. “That’s not a bad thing. It’s good to save your strength if it’s not entirely needed. For emergencies and such. Now.” He clapped his hands together. “Do you think there are any situations where you’re not using your strength involuntarily?”

“I don’t think I get the question.”

“Like, things that cause you to turn weaker without your consent?”

“During fights, you mean?”

“And mundane life.”

“Is that a thing?”

“Maybe. Can’t know with these super people running around,” Tony said, poking Peter in the ribs.

Peter, sweet Peter, nearly jumped across the room in his haste to escape the touch. Tony would’ve been alarmed had he not recognized the reaction from having tickled him several times before.

“Hold on,” he said before Peter could sheepishly explain himself. “You think tickling makes you weaker?”

“Uh.”

“Like, you’re able to stop me, but you never do. At first I thought it was because you liked it or something, but-”

Peter turned bright red.

“Oh.” Tony couldn’t help his grin. “Not making you weaker, then.”

Peter crossed his arms. “You can’t prove that.”

“I’m pretty certain that I can.”

For the next week Tony entertained himself by randomly grabbing for Peter’s ticklish spots while going, “How much are you holding back right now?” He could blame it on the experiment all he wanted, but he just enjoyed seeing the kid getting flustered and they both knew it.

“Oh, come on,” Peter said when Tony once again fluttered his fingers over his neck. “I get it, you can stop now.”

“But I’m having so much fun, aren’t you?” A poke to his belly. “Look, you’re smiling.”

Peter shoved lightly at his arm. “Stop.”

“You trying to fight me, huh? Suddenly not scared of hurting me, are you?”

“I would never-”

“So disrespectful. I’ll show you for trying to fight your elders.”

Peter was already laughing as Tony trapped him against the couch, slowly sliding down the cushions while Tony went for his lower ribs. This wasn’t unusual. Ever since Tony had discovered the kid’s little weakness he saw no reason in holding back from exploiting it. Besides, seeing as Peter very easily could fight him off - their experiment had shown that clearly -  he reckoned he was more than a little delighted at being subjected to this.

Tony had to smile at how endearing that was.

“Fight me off,” he said, voice playful. “Come on, I know you can do it. Stop holding back.”

Peter, already red from laughing, most likely blushed beneath it. His shirt had ridden up and Tony was making sure to tickle between each rib now, swatting Peter’s flailing hands away easily each time they tried to intervene. Grinning, always grinning as his kid tried to protest without making it stop. So obvious now, despite Tony’s teasing. Tony admired him for not pretending to feel differently. He denied it verbally (barely), but his actions spoke so much louder.

“You’re holding back,” Tony said with a laugh as Peter squealed when he went for his exposed belly, limbs flying but never being useful. “You like this, don’t you? You’re purposefully not using your strength to stop me.”

The teasing was probably what pushed Peter over the ticklish edge, his hands suddenly grabbing onto Tony’s wrists, pulling them away from his sensitive body but only just. If Tony pushed forward he would touch skin again.

“Mercy,” Peter panted, giggles still spilling out of his mouth as he tried to catch his breath. “Please.”

Tony pulled away, his hands slipping free easily. “Too much, huh? Couldn’t keep holding back, could you?” He ruffled his hair. “Don’t try to fight me again.”

“I wasn’t,” Peter protested weakly, definitely still blushing.

Tony just grinned. He’d call the experiment a success.

[rotanawrites]

Ser Anzoategui Gif Pack

Day 25/50

Under the cut, you’ll find #38 gifs of actor Ser Anzoategui. They are non-binary and use they/them/their pronouns. Ethnically ,they are Paraguayan and Argentinian. 

These fit @tasksweekly tasks #003: Gifs, #046: Non-binary,  #074: Argentina, and #077: Paraguay.

In celebration of Hispanic Heritage Month (September 15 - October 15), I’m releasing resources for at least one Latine fc a day every day from September 1st - October 15th. For all of those resources, click the link here!

If you find these useful, consider buying me a coffee here, but these are available regardless.

[stcrryknights]

4,15, 35, 44, 77, 84, 100 For David Siegel, Rafe and Orion

004. Do they prefer being alone or with others?

Agent Siegel loves company. He really hates completing tasks alone. He really wants a partner there by his side to make a bust. Rafe wouldn't mind working alone but he's always had others by his side and they have proven useful most of the times so why change to solitude? Now Orion has some trust issues so he would rather work alone to be safe instead of sorry but sometimes you just need someone by your side. Especially in the hunger games.

015. Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue?

Agent Siegel would rather fight with his tongue. Yet if necessary he wouldn't mind spicing things up by pulling his gun out. Now Rafe will start with words but eventually will switch to actions. Some times he just needs to make sure his victory has been ensured. Orion on the other hand has used his hands for cruel actions he is not proud of considering he survived the hunger games so when in an argument he'll use his tongue, only wishing to avoid physical conflict.

035. What is the most important rule your character lives by?

For Agent Siegel it's the code of an agent. He is a fed because he chose to be one so his only rule is to do the job and do it right. Now Rafe wants the work done too. Nothing personal, just business, as he says. That's basically his code. Orion on the other hand isn't really a man of a code. He got tired of them long ago.

044. What disgusts them?

Siegel can often be disgusted by some people he arrests. Thieves with no honor, merciless killers. It's a tough line of work after all. Rafe can't stand traitors. Even if they don't betray him, they disgust him. Orion is disgusted by the capitol.

077. How often do they cry? Over what?

David cries more often than you would expect him to and most of the time it's the sense of failure. He can't fail. He hates failing the bureau. He's also very sensitive in pain. Rafe on the other hand won't let others see him cry unless he knows them well enough to let his guard down around them. He doesn't cry around strangers yet around them, he can cry over plenty of things. Orion on the other hand might be a very sensitive man but the he barely let's tears flow. It's mostly after a horrifying nightmare.

084. Describe your character in one word.

For Agent Siegel I would say precise, for Rafe I would say professional and for Orion I would say guardian.

100. Does your character dream? If so, what do they dream about?

David dreams a lot, most of the times pretty weird stuff he doesn't remember in the morning or are too crazy to share anyways. Mostly funny things but there are times nightmares bother his sleep. Rafe mostly has nightmares. Before and after Libertalia. The rare times the dream is good, the memory fades. Orion used to have pleasant dreams as a kid but then the games happened and took his sleep away. When he sleeps, he's awoken by nightmares so he doesn't really have the healthiest sleeping routine.

[sp4c3-0ddity]

Dueling Hearts - 4

Chapter Summary:

Keith threatens, Lance begs, Hunk gossips, and Pidge ties a few knots.

Chapters:  4/7 Word Count:  8039 (25 077 total)

Read Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

A/N:

“Indiana Jones” is now a verb

also check out this brilliant art of Pidge’s dress from Chapter Two by @numbah34!!

Read Below (or read here on ao3!!):

Lance knows his teammates’ - and his own - nervous habits, the little tics they display while anxious or worried.

Pidge tends to ramble, her words less guarded than usual, and throw herself into a task, and from how often he’s taken her hands to calm her he knows firsthand how damp with sweat her palms get.

Lance jokes without bothering to read the room, his humor gloomier the longer the tension persists, and seeks distraction in the form of entertainment or a nap; Keith fiddles with his knife and walks a razor’s edge of tension; Coran messes with his mustache and launches into stories of his childhood on Altea or of his adventures with King Alfor; Hunk tinkers with anything he can get his hands on or else isn’t so shy he won’t rant about what’s bothering him.

Allura paces almost manically, feet scuffing over carpet or tile, muttering incomprehensibly under her breath.

At least until Minister Lirnem emerges from the study and informs them, “His Majesty refuses to negotiate the terms of an alliance with the Voltron Coalition until after the duel.”

“Refuses to negotiate?” Allura’s lips twist into a scowl.

So much for her diplomatic game face.

When Minister Lirnem only clasps her webbed hands together and nods, Allura retorts, “That—man invited us here! We have done everything thus far on his terms, even allowing him to imprison our Green Paladin—”

“I assure you she is quite comfortable,” Minister Lirnem says.

“Which is beside the point!” Allura nearly screeches, sounding much like Lance feels. She smacks a hand to her face, and with her so frustrated Hunk chooses then to intervene.

He wraps an arm around Allura’s shoulders and tells Minister Lirnem, “Thank you for all your help, Minister. If you can advise us how to continue…?”

“Wait till after the duel,” she replies with a frown. Her eyes flit to Lance, and she adds, “And make sure he is prepared for it if he wants to see his love again.”

Lance’s jaw drops, heat rushing to his face. “She isn’t my—the jerk king was wrong about—”

“Wrong about you being willing to fight for her?” Minister Lirnem scoffs. “If he sees it, so can I. I may be old, but my eyesight is better than his.”

Lance nods, because he isn’t sure what else he can do with his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth and his chest tightening with renewed heartache.

Is Pidge’s freedom really in his hands? It still seems unreal, this whole diplomatic dilemma crazier the more he thinks about it, and all because a jealous king thinks Lance and Pidge are together.

Quiznak, he wishes he could be so lucky.

(He should’ve told her sooner.)

“I will even give you permission to train on Tolemac Castle’s grounds.” She reaches into her cloak for a data pad and adjusts something on the screen. “I downloaded a map of the grounds to your Castle of Lions so you will not require a guide with you, I hope.”

“Thank you, Minister,” Allura says with a polite nod.

Her elbow digs into Lance’s side, and he jumps and says, “Yes, thank you.”

Minister Lirnem smiles fleetingly and retreats into the study, leaving Lance, Allura, and Hunk alone in the hall.

“I suppose we will be returning to the Castle of Lions,” Allura announces with a sigh, her eyes downcast. “Perhaps Coran will have some good news to share with us.”

***

Coran has no good news to share with them.

“The last legal duel Barsina witnessed was between two members of the court almost a century ago,” he reads from his data pad as the rest of the team sits at the dining table. “They fought over an especially fertile strip of marsh and a draining mill as their neighboring landowner had just passed away without leaving any heirs.”

“How does this help us?” Keith wonders.

“Well…the challenger was a young man trained in arms,” Coran informs them, “and his opponent was an elderly scientist retired after a lifetime spent working in Queen Armagon’s royal laboratories.” He lowers the data pad and meets Lance’s eyes. “The queen herself did not accept his petition to allow another to fight in his stead, as he was not so old to be considered disabled, and between his age and his lack of expertise in weapons - either forging them or wielding them - he lost the duel within doboshes.”

Lance swallows, fingers gripping the hem of his jacket. “So…?”

“No one here - least of all King Thurar - will forgive you for your shortcomings.”

“In other words, I should definitely train ahead of the duel?” Lance crosses his arms and leans back in his chair, lifting off its front legs. “I was planning to anyway,” he says, waving a dismissive hand and pretending his stomach doesn’t already roil with nerves. “I’ve got this in the bag, guys! I’m fighting a king”—his chair drops to the floor and a shock travels through his body—”and he’s got guards looking after him. Why would he bother to keep in shape? How hard can it be to beat him?”

“For one,” Hunk says with a tone of voice Lance really doesn’t appreciate, “you don’t even have a weapon of ‘your own make’, so how are you planning to build one in just two quintants?”

“I—quiznak, I forgot about that.” His heart sinks, that hope that steadily kindled in him faltering. He buries his face in his hands and mumbles, “I’m not a technological genius like His Royal Majesty, so I’m screwed.”

Distantly he hears Allura asking Hunk and Coran if they can help him “engineer” a solution from scratch, but except for a rifle, Lance is…unpracticed in weapons, at best.

He can’t even fight with a sword - not that he’s been able to summon it since the first time.

It hits Lance less like a mental light bulb flickering on and more like a floodlight blinding him. He picks his head up, a wild hope rising within him again, and blurts, “Do you think my bayard counts?”

The room falls silent as everyone spins around to stare at him, Keith’s jaw dropping comically while Coran thumbs his mustache. Lance sticks his hands in his pockets and shrugs, not bothered by the scrutiny so much as its intent. “What?” he grumbles, scowling. “I have good ideas sometimes.”

“It’s not that,” Hunk tells him, his own eyes wide. “Using your bayard just seems so…obvious.”

“Why didn’t anyone else think of that?” Keith wonders. “If Lance thought of it first, then is it even a good idea?”

Lance crosses his arms and glares, annoyed. “I’m not that dumb!”

Hunk rests his hands on his and Keith’s shoulder. “Yeah, without Pidge here,” he says with a wide smirk, “he’s the fifth smartest in the room.”

Lance’s fist connects with the table as frustration crawls under his skin, everyone - but Keith, quiznak him - flinching. “Can we, maybe, get back to the problem at hand since Pidge is not in the room and making me the sixth smartest person here? Please?”

“Yes, of course!” Allura says. She clasps her hands on the table and says, “So the bayard counts since it taps into its wielder’s unique quintessence to morph into a weapon that perfectly suits their abilities, and for Lance that is a sw—rifle!” Her tone pitches higher, an awkward smile on her face when Lance rapidly shakes his head at her.

Hunk glances between them with an eyebrow raised. “What’s a sw-rifle?”

Lance, despite the embarrassed heat rising to his face, ignores him. He leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling, and smirks. “So if I bring a rifle to the duel, then I can just Indiana Jones it!”

“What if it’s a Hamilton versus Burr sort of duel and you’ll both get guns?” Hunk wonders.

“Hunk, buddy, we haven’t seen a single blaster since we got here,” Lance points out. “Just lances”—and getting hit with one of those isn’t as bad as falling off a jumping grof—”a couple swords, and those spears with the nasty sparking tips.” He winces and rubs his still-bruised ribs, remembering a blow, though not electrified, from one.

Allura stares at them, looking utterly bewildered, and Coran raises his hand. “Yes, I have a couple of questions.” He presses his fingertips together and frowns. “What is an Indiana Jones?”

“And what are a Hamilton and Burr?” Allura adds.

Keith muffles a snicker with his hand, and Lance can’t help his own smile.

Hunk explains, “Hamilton versus Burr is a famous gun duel from Earth when they were still…technically illegal, actually.”

“And Indiana Jones is a movie character famous for shooting a guy that attempted to fight him with a sword.” Lance raises his hands, miming shooting a gun, but his grin falters when Allura’s and Coran’s eyes widen in horror. “It’s not honorable, but it’s…practical?”

“No, it’s horrible,” Allura echoes. “That’s horribly mismatched.”

“It wasn’t a formal duel!” Hunk quickly mentions.

“And all’s fair in love and war,” Keith says almost darkly, “and either Lance or the king will get hurt anyway if the duel’s to first blood.”

A chill shoots through Lance at Keith’s words. He opens and closes his hands, staring at his open palm, the idea that he has to harm someone his team wants to make nice with really hitting him.

Any trace of guilt at that vanishes in a heartbeat when Lance remembers the king’s guards dragging Pidge away, remembers her defiance and fear and how he touched her face mere doboshes before.

Lance refuses to make nice with a man that made an enemy of him.

“Ah, well,” Coran cuts into his angry musing, “there is a slight issue with this…practical Indiana Jones method you mentioned.”

He stiffens, wary, and says, “What?”

Coran taps the screen of his data pad and admits, “No ranged weapons are permitted in duels. At best, a short spear is allowed, but traditionally duelists fight with swords.”

Lance’s forehead connects with the table’s surface as he groans.

“What does happen if Lance gets hurt before the duel?” Keith wonders.

He shoots upright and prods a finger in his direction. “Again, you are not—”

“I’m just saying we need to know all our options,” Keith retorts, eyes flicking to Coran. “So…?”

“If you can prove the injury wasn’t intentional, the duel is postponed. If not, the injured party must forfeit.”

Keith props his elbow on the table and rests his chin in the palm of his hand. “Has anyone ever killed one of the duelists before the appointment?” he asks.

Lance gapes at him. “If you kill me—”

His foot connects with his shin under the table, hard.

He winces but takes the hint and keeps his mouth shut.

“Yes, there was a case two centuries ago,” Coran says, scanning whatever legal documents he has in his hands, “where two men claimed the same baby was their daughter since they both had…relations with the mother.”

“Sounds…delightful.”

“Oh, the whole incident seems to have been adapted into a very popular soap opera!” Coran grins as he scrolls through the account on his data pad. “Why, it was the big break of an actor who was known as far as the Harlopian Sector! He played one of the men—”

“Coran, please get to the point,” Allura says with a strained smile.

“Oh, of course, Princess,” Coran says with an unrepentant grin. “The challenged party killed his challenger, so he won by default.”

“How does a dead person win a duel?” Lance demands.

“Well, he became the legal father of the baby girl, so it’s really a technicality more than anything.” Coran smooths his mustache with two fingers and sighs. “I suppose that historical case wasn’t as helpful as I thought it would be.”

“So…new plan,” Keith says. “We provoke King Thurar into killing Lance so that Pidge doesn’t have to marry either of them.”

“Dude!”

Keith shrugs. “It’s an idea,” he says.

“It’s a terrible one!” Lance retorts with a scowl.

“You’d die for Pidge if you had to,” Keith points out, and Lance can’t refute him, not with his heart jumping into his throat. “Any of us would, but—”

“Pidge would never forgive him if he did,” Hunk cuts in, “so if she’s not going to be miserable for the rest of her life, we’ll definitely be keeping Lance alive.”

Allura clears her throat, disrupting an argument before it can flare up, and says, “We’ll keep it in mind if the alternative doesn’t work, so, Lance”—she pins him with a gaze that makes him squirm—”where the quiznak will you get a sword?”

Lance doubts he’s imagining her pointed tone, not with the way her eyebrow rises and how something anxious churns in his stomach. He swallows and mumbles, “I…have one…kind of…”

“Why didn’t you say that before?” Keith wonders with a sweeping gesture.

“Since when?” Hunk says, his jaw dropping.

Lance presses his palms to the table, frowning at the spaces between his spread fingers. “I’ve only gotten it once,” he admits, “while I was on the training deck.”

“Really?” His eyes flick up at Allura’s surprise. “You���ve only summoned it once?”

Lance nods, and Keith quips, “I think we need to bond as teammates more often…”

“So…I don’t know how to use one properly even if I can summon it again,” he grumbles, crossing his arms and slouching in his chair.

“Then Keith can teach you,” Hunk suggests brightly. His elbow connects with Keith’s arm, making him jump, and when he spins around to stare at him, he smiles and adds, “Hey, why can’t the last right arm of Voltron give the current one a few pointers?”

Keith doesn’t hesitate to say, “No.”

Lance’s heart grows heavy with a fresh knot of dread. “Why not?”

“Because two quintants - one and a half quintants - isn’t nearly enough time to learn what you need to know to beat someone who’s probably been at it his entire life,” Keith explains testily. He pushes his chair away from the table and stands, feet already pointing him towards the door before he continues, “And I don’t have the patience for teaching, so ask Allura. Quiznak, ask Minister Lirnem if she knows anyone who can teach you.”

“But—”

“Coran, see if you can help Lance build something like one of those spears,” Keith says. “He’d probably be able to pick up something like that quicker.” He leaves the room, avoiding everyone’s gaze as he goes.

Lance, with a solution that, while not perfect, so close but just out of reach, jumps out of his seat and follows. He runs down the hall after Keith until he catches up to him outside his room.

He doubles over and gasps for breath, lungs burning after his sprint, and holds up a hand at Keith’s questioning glance. “B-before you write me off as a lost cause again—”

“That’s not what I meant, Lance,” Keith says. “I just don’t know how to teach.”

“Just tell me how to hold a sword or correct my stance,” Lance says. “That’s literally it!”

“It’s not.” He crosses his arms and grumbles, “There’s more to it than that.”

“See?” Lance’s arms flail. “I’m ignorant! This is why I need your”—he swallows and pushes aside his pride—”help.” When Keith still hesitates, he tries, “Come on, Keith! You offered to fight on my behalf, so how is this any different?”

“Fighting on someone’s behalf is a lot easier than teaching a novice,” he replies.

“You trained Kosmo to fetch.”

“That took me two years!”

“So you have the patience for it,” Lance says with a snide smirk.

Keith smacks his forehead in obvious frustration. “It’s easier to be patient with him than it is with you.”

Lance flinches, the jab striking harder than Keith must mean it judging by his widening eyes, but he forces a smile he doesn’t quite feel - can’t really with Pidge’s absence and her very freedom hanging in the balance - and says, “Fine, maybe I deserve that, but won’t you at least try for Pidge?”

One, two, three heartbeats pass with Lance holding his breath before Keith gives him a shallow nod. But the genuine grin barely pushes at his lips when he says, “All right, but if you lose the duel, I want my money back.”

Lance’s smile widens and he claps Keith on the shoulder. “When I win, I’ll pay my tuition with cash gifts from Pidge’s and my wedding.”

Keith snickers, poking his hot cheek - did Lance really say that aloud? - and commenting, “One bridge at a time.”

***

Pidge plots her escape from luxury with the most basic of tools: a blunt knife taken from her half-consumed breakfast tray, her many-layered ball gown, and the skills she learned at the Girl Scout meetings her mother forced her to attend for almost five years.

She cuts out the circuitry embroidered into the gown lest they glow and give her position away, and with the knife - and her teeth when the knife is infuriatingly not sharp enough - she tears the dress into shreds. She ties the pieces of fabric into a makeshift rope, each knot done up as tightly as she can to better its cohesiveness.

“This is a high-quality textile,” Pidge muses, tugging on it. “Finally you prove not to be a pain in my ruggle.” A smirk pushes at her lips, the tensile strength of each individual strip of fabric impressive. So long as her knots hold and her grip is steady - and not too sweaty, although the fabric absorbs water - she won’t fall five stories.

But she still needs some way to ensure she won’t be spotted while descending from the balcony to the gardens below.

She walks onto the balcony, a small semicircle built from the same stone as the rest of Tolemac Castle. The gardens are stunning, walkways lined with tall hedges and bridges crossing over streams choking with aquatic plants. Members of the royal court wander the gardens in couples and small groups while multiple gardeners prune growth and clean streams of debris and royal guards patrol with their spears in hand.

As beautiful and crowded as they are during daylight, more Barsinians flock to them at night when the air cools to enjoy the colorful display of lights and plants and insects that glow with bio luminescence, so if Pidge escapes, it must be before sunset.

And she must return before sunset, before the captain of the guard checks that she’s still the king’s prisoner.

If she returns at all…

One thing at a time, Pidge tells herself. She runs a hand along the railing while she searches for somewhere to tie the end of her homemade rope.

A chime from inside jolts her from her thoughts, and she sprints back inside, shutting the balcony door behind her. Her heart pounds as she shoves the rope under the bed before going to the communication panel and accepting the call.

When a guard announces over the comm that she has a visitor, hope that it’s Lance outside fills her, until she remembers King Thurar forbidding it. Her heart sinks, but a wide grin steals over her face when the guard says:

“It is the Yellow Paladin.”

The door unlocks with a series of clicks, and when it swings open Hunk walks in with an irritated frown on his face. He straightens his crooked vest and shakes his fist at the guard standing behind him. "At least buy me dinner first," he grumbles as the door closes and locks.

Pidge flings her arms around his neck, laughing in relief that she finally sees a friendly face. Hunk returns her embrace, his grip tight and familiar, and asks, "I hope they're feeding you well."

Pidge steps away and gestures at her tray on the floor under the dumbwaiter. "I'd rather take the green food goo than that...pureed fly guts."

"Fly guts are basically pureed already," Hunk points out.

Pidge stares at him. "And flies are full of protein," she deadpans, "but I'd still prefer a rib-eye steak."

Hunk chuckles. "Right, well, I worried they'd feed you the same stuff they eat, so I'm glad they didn't confiscate the snacks in here." He shrugs off a loaded backpack and passes it to her.

Pidge accepts it, confused, but when she opens it a couple sets of her own clothes from her bedroom aboard the Castle spill out. "Hunk, thank you!" An absurd lump lodges itself in her throat as an overwhelming and shocking wave of relief washes over her.

It's been less than two quintants, but by quiznak she misses her teammates, her friends, and it took one visiting her to realize how much.

She wishes Lance could visit her too, wishes it with an intensity that makes her chest ache, but for now she'll happily accept Hunk and any of the others.

At least now she can change into pants rather than this Barsinian dress - blessedly far simpler and with less glowing embroidery than the ball gown - prior to her escape.

"But look how much you've grown!" Hunk exclaims with his hands clasped together. "Just yesterday you were infiltrating the Garrison disguised as a boy, and now you're getting married!"

Pidge scowls and wonders if she might've been better off with no visitors at all. "That's not funny."

"You're right, you're right," Hunk agrees, nodding. He crosses his arms and raises a pointed eyebrow. "I'm sure you're family would want to be at the wed—"

"Shut up, Hunk." Pidge's fingers tighten on the backpack's shoulder straps. "You'd better not tell them."

Because quiznak, what would her family think? Her father would be excited about the improbability engine until he realized what cost she paid, her brother would wonder if she'd finally hatched a plan to make Lance jealous, and her mother—

She didn't even want to know what her mother would say.

Hunk raises his hands defensively and promises, "As long as we get out of this mess, they won't hear it from me."

Pidge sags, a sigh escaping her, and says, "Thanks." She drops the backpack on the floor and perches on the edge of the bed. "Is there a plan to get out of this mess?"

"Lance fighting in the duel is the plan," Hunk says simply.

Pidge's eyes narrow at her bare feet. "What the quiznak was he thinking accepting the king's stupid challenge?"

"My hypothesis is that he wasn't," Hunk admits. "Either that, or he's jealous." He taps his chin, seeming to reconsider, and adds, "Actually it's probably both."

Pidge buries her face in her hands and resists the urge to scream into them. "Well, he really shouldn't have." But despite her irritation with Lance, her chest warms.

Quiznak, he really can be an idiot sometimes.

"He has nothing to be jealous of," she mumbles.

Hunk rests a hand on her shoulder. "I know that," he says, "and honestly I wouldn't be surprised if everyone on the Castle - except maybe Allura, unless the mice found out too - knows that, but Lance—"

"He should've asked me first."

"Asked you what?"

Pidge gestures around the room, her heart pounding with rising irritation all over again. "About the stupid quiznaking duel! It's bad enough some guy I barely know thinks he can show me his improbability engine—"

"I really hope that's not actually an innuendo..."

"—and stick me in a fancy suite so that I'll fall in love with him, but Lance should know better!"

Hunk's eyes narrow. "You know, I thought you would've liked Lance's attention on you like that." He smiles a little too smugly for Pidge's liking. "Lance jealous over you like you've been jealous over him."

Heat rushes to her face as her lips twist into a scowl. "Fine, maybe," she confesses, "but this is taking it way too far."

"I mean, unless you want to be a queen after all?" Hunk wonders snidely.

Pidge throws up her hands and snaps, "Oh, thanks for asking, Hunk, because no one else cares enough to wonder what I think about some king I just met and my best friend who I've had a quiznaking crush on for years fighting over me!"

Hunk's jaw drops, but he recovers and backtracks, "Of course we—wait, I'm not your best friend?"

Pidge rolls her eyes, but his offense is so absurd that a laugh bursts out of her.

“If it’s any consolation,” Hunk tells her, “Keith offered to stab Lance more than once.”

Pidge snorts. “I’ll think about it.”

“Would you rather he stab the king?” Hunk wonders, nudging her arm. “You can’t marry a dead man.”

“We’re on an alien planet,” Pidge points out. “We don’t know all their customs.”

“That is…a good point and I should ask Minister Lirnem about that.” Hunk sighs and pats her back. “Pidge, I know you want to be mad at Lance right now, but…he’s worried about you and angrier than I’ve ever seen him.”

Pidge pulls her feet onto the bed and wraps her arms around her legs, burying her nose between her knees. “I-I know,” she admits. She sniffs, her chest aching with the pain of separation.

Hunk’s hugs are warm, but she wants Lance’s arms around her.

“On the bright side,” Hunk says, “if Lance dies before the duel, he wins and you won’t have to marry King Thurar.”

“If that goofball dies,” Pidge grumbles, “I’ll find a way to resurrect him just so I can kill him again myself.”

Hunk grimaces and tells her, “You’ll have to get in line. Allura’s not happy with all this either.”

“Right…” She sighs and says, “I guess diplomacy isn’t helpful.”

“Yeah, if Allura wasn’t so determined to get us all out of here without any kind of political damage, we would’ve stormed the castle and gotten you out, and Lance would’ve led the way.”

“So my only hope is Lance winning?”

“Yeah,” Hunk confirms, “but Keith’s training him on Tolemac Castle’s grounds, so he won’t be totally unprepared for the duel.”

Pidge’s gut twists with apprehension, but she glances up in surprise. “Not the training deck?”

“Minister Lirnem gave us permission for him to prepare here,” Hunk explains, “and Keith thinks that this way Lance gets familiar with the terrain.”

“Why would the terrain be a problem?” Pidge wonders.

“The grounds are kind of marshy, Pidge,” he points out, “and this is where the duel’s happening.”

“That is a…good point,” she concedes. But Hunk’s information supplies her mind with a distraction, an objective to her escape besides just, well, escaping.

Her hands fist in the blanket she sits on, itching for the MacGyver-ed rope hidden under the bed.

Pidge’s skin vibrates with impatience, and as Hunk updates on her on everyone else’s news - somehow Coran enjoying the research on historical duels the least surprising, especially next to the shock that’s Lance threatening to punch King Thurar - she barely listens.

When he stands to leave, he wonders, “Any messages you want me to pass along?” He raises an eyebrow and adds, “Perhaps to a particular—”

“No,” Pidge says.

“You don’t even want me to tell him he’s an idiot?”

Pidge smiles without meaning to, but now every time she thinks of Lance it’s accompanied by, at best, a flicker of irritation. She crosses her arms, scuffing her bare feet on the soft carpet, and says, “Just tell him I…trust him, even if what he did is stupid.”

“You got it.” Hunk hugs her, and after a quick call to the guard outside, the door opens, and Pidge is alone again.

She wastes no time putting on shoes and changing into a pair of pants and an over-sized t-shirt that she belatedly realizes is Lance’s - did his stuff somehow get mixed up with hers or is Hunk trying to mess with her? - and grabbing her rope out from under the bed. On the balcony, she ties the end to the railing close to the castle’s walls, where shadows and the growth of climbing vines can conceal her.

Pidge drops the rope over the edge, watching it unfurl and trail down until the tip brushes the springy ground - that will nevertheless hurt should she fall five stories - below. She tugs on it, testing and hoping the knot will hold her weight, and clambers over the railing.

With her fingers wound tight around fabric, Pidge slides off the balcony.

Her stomach rises as she falls, heart jumping into her throat and breath catching. But her hands are firm on the rope and no breeze blows, so the lifeline sways only through her own momentum.

Pidge swings and plants her feet against the castle wall. Step by step - stuttering heartbeat by stuttering heartbeat - she rappels down, hidden by shadows that deepen as the sun sinks lower than its zenith.

She’s running out of time if she wants to return by sunset.

She doesn’t breathe until her feet touch down.

The ground isn’t soft like she expects, but here at the heart of Tolemac Castle they drain the marsh more stringently. But the further away from the structure itself Pidge walks, the deeper her feet sink into the ground, mud staining her sneakers and water soaking through.

Pidge ducks around corners, around potentially unfriendly Barsinians and guards alike, as she wanders the gardens in search of…something. Flickering signs lie in her path, but the only thing she understands from them is the directions towards which the arrows point. She picks one arrow at random, committing the location - written in Barsinian script - to memory, and follows its path.

His voice reaches her, sending a shock through her system before she even sees his face.

Pidge creeps closer to the training pitch, following the sound of swords and the familiar cadence of Keith’s voice raised in impatience:

“…too loose. You need to fix your posture.”

“Great, you sound like my piano teacher,” Lance retorts; she can picture him rolling his eyes…

Pidge peeks out of the high reeds that ring the wide, round pitch, eyes widening at the sight before her.

Lance holds a broadsword in both hands, dull metal glinting in the sun. He stands stiffly, feet spaced a shoulder’s width, facing Pidge’s hiding place with Keith between them, his back to Pidge.

The sight of the sword confuses her; she bites her lip, a thousand questions on the tip of her tongue, starting with why a sword?

And perhaps continuing with where is his armor?

His shirt sticks to his chest with sweat, face red with effort or embarrassment (since at first glance this little training session doesn’t seem to be going well) and his hair poking up in all directions.

It paints a picture that makes Pidge’s own face warm, and the only thing she doesn’t like about it is the fact that Lance isn’t smiling.

Barsinian guards patrol around, curious - or critical - gazes falling on the pitch. Pidge’s skin prickles, wary of being spotted, and she sinks deeper into the reeds, letting the jagged tips scrape her cheeks and stick in her shirt.

“Do you get the feeling they’re spying on us?” Lance wonders.

“If they are,” Keith says in a tone thick with irritation, “the king will have nothing to worry about because you need a lot of improvement.”

“Gee, thanks,” Lance retorts. “I’m glad I have such a supportive teacher.”

Pidge’s lips twist into a scowl, unable to help her own annoyance with Keith even as her stomach churns with anxiety for the coming duel.

“Fine, if you think you’ve got the posture down”—Keith summons his bayard—”attack me.”

Lance flashes a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t have to ask me twice.” He rushes forward, sword swinging up.

Keith doesn’t even bother with his bayard; his foot hooks behind Lance’s knee, sending him sprawling in the mud and his blunted sword flying from his hands.

Pidge winces in sympathy, fingernails digging into the palms of her hands. If Lance struggles so much with a sword, why not pick a different weapon?

Keith dismisses his bayard and crosses his arms, appraising Lance with a thoughtful frown as he stumbles to his feet and shakes mud off his legs.

“This is disgusting,” Lance complains. He picks at his fingernails. “I’m going to have to wash my hands for a varga to get all this dirt—”

“Would you focus?” Keith cuts him off.

“—out. And yes, I’m focused.” He raises his sword, his grip - as far as Pidge can tell - steady and a determined cast to his eyes as he mutters, “I’m doing this for Pidge. I have to be ready for Pidge…”

Something in her chest flutters, everything from his words to his stance and his gaze striking a chord in her and filling her with an affection she associates only with him. It makes her want to burst from her hiding place, want to tackle him into a hug and tell him she loves him and demand why.

Why did he never speak about her like that before?

(Unless she never paid enough attention…)

But the doubt hitting her gives her pause, her frustration with him returning in full force. Coupled with her wariness at the armored guards on patrol, Pidge keeps to her hiding spot, watching Keith train Lance with growing trepidation.

“Why don’t you try summoning your bayard as the Altean broadsword again?” Keith suggests. “You might have an easier time with a weapon perfectly suited for you.”

Shock freezes Pidge, but her lips form the words, Altean broadsword? She stares out through the reeds, tense and needing answers.

Lance tosses his formless bayard between his hands, and the smile he flashes Keith has a nervous edge. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he says. “It feels kind of like learning to run before learning to crawl.”

Her eyes narrow; that sort of caution in learning something new doesn’t sound much like Lance at all, not for someone so eager to show off his often imagined natural ability.

“But you already know how to—” Keith shakes his head, eyes pinching shut. “Did you forget you only have today and tomorrow to learn to use your quiznaking sword?”

“Impossible to forget that,” Lance grumbles. He sighs, tilting his head back, and says, “Okay, fine.” His bayard extends before him, eyes slipping closed and face slackening.

Ticks pass with nothing happening, and when Lance opens his eyes Pidge releases a breath.

“Okay…that’s weird,” Keith says. “Are you sure you—”

“Yes, I tried!” Lance snaps, his lips twisting into a scowl. “I already told you I’ve only gotten it once, and that was an accident!”

“What happened to get it?” he wonders. “It might help if we replicated the conditions—”

“Why are you starting to sound like Pidge?”

Keith throws his hands up and exclaims, “I’m trying to help you like you asked, Lance! Quit being impossible!”

“I’m not the impossible one!” Lance argues. He brandishes his bayard in a wide, sweeping gesture. “This is impossible because I’m not under attack right this tick!”

“Under attack, you say?” Keith rubs his chin, a thoughtful grin overtaking it. “Then maybe you just need the right persuasion…”

Lance stares at him. “I have no idea what you—”

“Ho, Paladins!”

Pidge covers her mouth to muffle a startled squeak when a pair of guards approach the pitch close to her hiding place. She tugs her feet closer and ducks her head, heart pounding while she makes sure the reeds conceal her from their eyes.

“What are you doing on castle grounds without His Majesty’s invitation?” a guard asks Lance and Keith.

“We’ve been here for vargas,” Lance says, “and you want to know that now?”

“Maybe this means you’re improving,” Keith says.

“You think so?” he asks hopefully.

“No.”

“Well?” the guard prompts before Lance can retort.

“We don’t need His Royal Majesty’s permission,” Lance sneers, anger painted all over his features.

“We had Minister Lirnem’s permission,” Keith cuts in with a reproachful glance at him.

A guard frowns, skeptical, but the other takes a data pad from his belt to check.

“So quit spying on us,” Lance adds.

“Lance, shut—”

“The Paladins do not lie,” the guard with the data pad says. “Carry on; no one else will bother you while you are here.”

“I highly doubt that,” Lance grumbles, but the guards walk away, returning to their beat without a care for his antagonism.

Keith’s hand lands hard on Lance’s shoulder. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s return to training…”

Pidge sighs as the guards disappear from her view, but her heart still pounds with the fear of getting caught outside her luxury prison cell. The sky is already darker than when she escaped, sunset fast approaching.

She glances towards Lance, of half a mind to sprint onto the pitch and tackle him and run off with him, to return to the Castle - steal their Lions if they have to - and never look back.

Would it really be such a bad idea to escape like that? No duel need be fought with such dismal odds in his favor, and he can finally explain himself and his actions and his question - “D-do you like the way I look at you?” - from the ball.

But with King Thurar’s threats replaying in her mind almost as soon as the idea grips her, she knows it’s nothing more than a fancy born of naivete.

She’s been a Paladin of Voltron long enough to understand there are consequences to any deal where a party backs out.

So Pidge swallows the lump stuck in her throat and emerges from her hiding place, a woman returning to her own prison.

***

The thick reeds that line the marshy pitch rustle, and a short figure with mud staining a too-large white and blue baseball tee emerges.

Lance’s first startled thought is, Who the quiznak is wearing my clothes?

His heart skips a beat alongside his second: Holy crow, that’s Pidge!

His chest tightening painfully accompanies the third: Why the quiznak didn’t she talk to me?

She disappears from view down a path leading deeper into Tolemac Castle’s complex network of gardens, the green glow of the lights lining a bridge giving her a halo. A muddy angel, hovering nearby but just out of reach…

Catching a glimpse of her now teases his imagination, and Lance desperately needs to know how she’s been. Did she sleep well last night? Does she miss him as much as he misses her? Does she trust him to free her?

(Hunk told him she does when they briefly met on his way out of Tolemac Castle, when he said Pidge was angry with Lance but that he knows she won’t stay it for long.)

And how did she escape her room - though he can’t say he’s surprised, not with Pidge - and why is she running away from him?

His shoulders set in determination, and Lance stalks towards the entrance of the pitch, intent on following. Never mind King Thurar’s stupid rules! He has to see—

Something long and black swinging towards his head catches his eye.

Lance ducks, his arms flying up to block the blow, but right before it connects, it stops.

He cracks his eyes open - he hadn’t realized he closed them - and meets Keith’s. “What the quiznak?”

Keith stares at his bayard and sighs. “I hoped that would work.”

Lance flails his arms and demands, “Why did you quiznaking ambush me?”

His bayard disappears as he scuffs his feet against the squishy ground. “I thought I could startle you into summoning the broadsword,” he admits with a shrug. “Guess I’m not enough of a threat to you.” His eyes narrow, and Lance steps back reflexively.

“But anyway,” Keith continues, “let’s keep going. There’s probably another hour till it’s dark.”

Lance sags but picks up the blunted training sword, forcing himself to focus on Keith’s advice - rather than on Pidge’s figure retreating into the gardens and what might happen to her if she’s caught - and ignore the ache in his limbs begging him for rest.

A few doboshes later - longer than before but not enough of an improvement - he lies on his back with damp soaking into his shirt and mud streaking his arms and cheeks. He grits his teeth in frustration, heart still pounding from exertion and the fall, and watches the lights of shuttles and aircraft speeding across a navy sky.

“I’m forfeiting,” he grumbles, grip on the sword he at least managed to hold onto tightening.

Keith stands over him and frowns in surprise. “Wait, I thought you refused—”

“I’m joking!” Lance sits up and runs his fingers through his dirty hair - quiznak does he want a shower - before adding, “You know, to take the edge off the pain in my leg.” He rubs his shin, where Keith’s last blow landed and likely left a bruise.

“Kind of a bad joke…”

“I know,” Lance says, sighing. He glances back in the direction Pidge fled, his heart aching and stomach knotted with dread. “I know.”

***

Pidge loses track of the time she wanders the gardens searching for the way back to the rope dangling from her balcony, and by the time darkness truly sets in and the lights lining ponds and bridges flare into life, she finally admits to herself with mounting panic that she’s lost.

It doesn’t help that she changes her route often to avoid coming face to face with a Barsinian who may recognize her as their king’s…betrothed.

She gags when the word crosses her thoughts, and fear that it can become reality - when she recalls Lance’s abysmal progress in learning how to duel and that he has an Altean broadsword he never told her about and that he can’t even summon it - gripping her.

But no, she has to trust Lance - and she does trust him, but she’s always lived in the realm of fact and logic and both tell her that the duel won’t be in his favor.

Shame churns in her stomach, but she tries to push it away. She’s just being realistic, and if Lance loses, she’ll just find another way to escape the fate of marrying a king that she doesn’t even like.

(She may have to give up that improbability engine…)

When she runs headlong into a figure in a dress after rounding a corner, Pidge thoughtlessly mumbles, “Excuse me.”

Her mouth dries as soon as she realizes what just happened - and that the figure isn’t moving - and she glances up. “Quiznak,” she says, eyes wide.

Minister Lirnem stares at her. “Green Pal—”

Pidge spins on her heel and runs, arms furiously pumping at her sides and breath lost to the air. She doesn’t care about finding the right wing of the castle anymore, not at a risk of getting caught - because she doesn’t even know what might happen if she is!

She sprints across a bridge, past a group of Barsinian children playing in a fountain and chasing bright insectoids that resemble dragonflies. Their glee with their activity gives her pause, and they’re non-threatening enough that Pidge risks halting at the end of the bridge, doubling over and gasping for air to fill her burning lungs.

She doesn’t notice the guard until gloved fingers wrap around her arm and the tip of his spear pokes her back.

Pidge’s head jerks up, and she tries to tug herself away. “Let me go!” she shouts, swinging her free hand around. She flings a clumsy fist towards the guard’s face, but it uselessly strikes his breastplate.

A shock travels up the bones in her hand, the pain forcing a gasp from her. “Quiznak,” she says, shaking out her hand.

“We are returning you to your apartments,” the guard tells her, face impassive under his helmet’s visor.

“My cell, you mean,” Pidge retorts bitterly.

“The less you struggle, the easier it will be.” His strength is too much for her to fight, and his destination is…the same as hers, so she doesn’t bother. But anger floods her, her blood rushing and her teeth grinding together.

If only she thought to bring that blunt breakfast knife…or paid more attention to the path she took to the training pitch.

At least she can scrub the mud and sweat from her skin when she returns, although she worries her shirt - Lance’s shirt - is beyond rescue.

The guard manhandling her shoves her unceremoniously through the door to her rooms. She lands on her hands and knees, a scowl twisting her face as her fingers bunch in the plush carpet. She slowly gets to her feet and is about to tug her shirt off when she notices she’s not alone.

King Thurar stands meters away, his glower burning a hole into her face.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to see you until the duel either!” she blurts.

“And yet you were spotted leaving the same pitch at which he trained,” the king replies in a barely level tone.

“I didn’t even talk to him!” Pidge retorts, her arms flailing while her voice rises in frustrated hysteria. “And I hoped I’d never have to see you again either!”

“And why not?” King Thurar demands, yellow eyes flashing. “I have given you every comfort—”

“Except my freedom!”

“—and the respect befitting any fellow scientist—”

“One tour of your lab is hardly respectful!”

“—and the protection due any future queen!”

“And yet, with you here, I feel less safe than ever!” Pidge paces across the floor, fists clenching and itching for something to throw at him. “I’ve faced Zarkon more times than I can count, so how is a small man like you a worse threat to me?”

Because he separated her from her teammates? Because he stripped something from her even Zarkon and Lotor hadn’t? Because he operates under a veil of diplomacy and holds her hostage to force her friends to comply to his demands?

How is she worth that? Doesn’t he know Voltron and the Coalition can destroy his planet in a matter of ticks?

But he knows they won’t, not even for a Paladin of Voltron.

And she wasn’t lying, not with her heart in her throat and fear freezing her insides. Frustration lives under her skin, but with every bit of control the king forces her to give up, panic rises just a little closer to the surface.

“I am not a threat to you,” King Thurar says even while his stiff body and his hand resting on the hilt of a sword and his glare imply otherwise, “but I am not so fond of you that I will not have you confined to a moldy dungeon, which would be a pitiful start to your reign as the future queen of Barsina.”

“I will not be that for you,” Pidge insists while the corners of her eyes burn with tears. “And the duel—what about the duel? You’re talking like you’ve already won it!”

A smirk - the first hint of something besides anger - twists his thin lips. “My guards reported to me what they observed of the Red Paladin’s skill with his weapon of choice, and I do not fear a loss.”

Pidge’s heart sinks, nausea more befitting of Hunk filling her, and she retorts, “Y-you don’t know how stubborn Lance is.”

It sounds weak even to her ears, what she saw with her own eyes contradicting her; obstinacy will only get him so far.

But she has to believe what he’s doing will be enough.

King Thurar’s thumb caresses the hilt of his sword. “I look forward to seeing that stubbornness firsthand,” he says. “I only hope that your presence at the pitch did not distract him from his preparation so much; it would be a pity if he sustained worse than a simple flesh wound during our duel.”

And the quiznaker flashes her a nasty smile, driving his point home as a knife through the chest:

If Pidge escapes again, Lance will be the one to pay.

Continue to Chapter Five

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011, 022, and 077 for Fox Populi, please!

thank you prof!! 

011. How would your character court the person of their dreams?

it’d start like any dream sequence. they meet by chance at the park; Fox was unwrapping the wax paper from his sandwich. his briefcase sat on the ground at his feet. the weather: sunny, crisp, warm in the rays and cool in the shade (but none too chilly). he’s about to take a bite when he’s approached by The One.

The One asks to sit on the bench with him. he agrees. they have a newspaper folded to the crossword. they sit in silence for a while, then Fox is asked to help with a clue. and another. and another, until they’ve completed it together. they talk a little, introduce themselves. have a laugh, some smiles, and then a casual, “Perhaps I’ll see you at the cafe sometime?” and then The One walks away. 

and Fox didn’t even finish his sandwich.

they’ll meet there, by hopeful chance, and continue to “run” into each other until Fox asks if they’d like to see the opera. they would! and the night is incredible. Fox is invited back to theirs for coffee, and that’s all they do - drink coffee and chat. when he leaves in the dark, early morn hours he takes down their address and sends them a lovely thank you note for their companionship.

when he sees The One at the shop again, they thank him for the note, and have a wonderful laugh about how old school he is. they didn’t mind that he took that bold step. they begin to write to each other. they see each other often. Fox invites them to the arts, he invites them over for coffee, to read; he’s invited to read to them. he does. it’s intimate, and beautiful.

he and The One gradually fall in love. they spend afternoons in a lazy embrace in the sun. he reads to them. they write in their journal. they don’t know about his Voice. they don’t know his friends, and they’re alright with that. 

.. they were supposed to be alright with that.

022. What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen?

the War ending. troops leaving the streets for good. the hateful flags being ripped down and burned and danced on in the dirt. visiting an old friend’s niece, who was the only one to survive, and hugging her over the counter while the box of rugelach sat between them.

the second most beautiful thing he’s seen was the fresh paint on his house. hot damn that was a rush he didn’t expect to get! 

077. How often do they cry? Over what?

every now and then Fox needs a release cry. he doesn’t cry often, maybe a handful of times a year if it’s average. the weight of his Message and his Voice and his tasks are heavy on him. he feels responsible for too many people. just for his own wellbeing and sake he has a cry after his broadcast, oftentimes out of the blue, even when he wasn’t feeling particularly heavy. then he wipes his nose and his eyes and dusts off and he’s good for a while. 

Jane’s tried to tell him that his duty isn’t as weighted as he thinks it is, and that’s just asking for an argument now. Fox Knows more than Bobby Jane. he’d do well to keep his trap shut sometimes, leader or no.

who even appointed him, anyway???

ask me questions about my OCs!

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day 077/ 100 days of productivity

First off -- thank you all for the kind words last Friday! It’s such a relief to have successfully defended the dissertation. Phew! 

I got myself a little gift in the form of a new planner:

It’s the Project EVO Planner, which basically uses your MBTI to determine what is likely of most value to you in a daily planner. It’s kind of cool, but I’m still figuring out how to best use it. I always seem to have more tasks than it gives direct space for, which was why I was using a bullet journal all this time. I still love the flexibility of BuJo, but I thought it would a nice change to try some other system for awhile. It’s at least making me feel productive.

Today I have job applications and I need to drop my dissertation into the Grad School’s official template. So I need to write the front matter -- title page, acknowledgements, table of contents, etc.

Oh and hey! I had two abstracts accepted for MLA 2020! Woo!

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Brisbane & Queensland playlist

Do you love a sun burnt country? Then come on up to the Sunshine State, Queensland for a different kind of playlist. It’s a tropical setting. Just watch out you don’t step on a Cane Toad! Play the songs here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1-LhZXL08OuYSXdhQrOjHC6

If there is a song or band I overlooked, give me some feedback. Let me know what songs and I will add them (probably). After all, I did have some help from friends in QLD - Thanks fellas!

BRISBANE & QUEENSLAND

001 The Saints - Brisbane (Security City) 002 Screaming Tribesmen - Ive Got A Feeling   003 The Go-Betweens  -  streets of your town 004 Budd - Chopsumfuckinwood 005  The Wiggles - Brisbane 006 Screamfeeder  - Fingers & Toes 007 Custard - Nice Bird 008 GANGgajang - NOMADSLAND 009 Regurgitator - Fat Cop 010 Blank Realm - Go Easy 011 The Riptides - Sunset Strip 012 Misery - Inverted Prophet 013 PORTAL - Glumurphonel 014 THE SCRAPES - "Oblivions Grip 015 Vomitor - Bleeding The Priest 016 INXS - Disappear 017 CALIGULAS HORSE - Turntail   018 Clever - Homesteady 019 Bee Gees  - Spicks and Specks   020 AC/DC  - Gone Shootin 021 Deadyet? - This Cities Child   022 Dreamkillers - Sarah 023 Gin Club - Brisbane 1933 024 MOP & THE DROPOUTS - Brisbane Blacks 025 John Kennedy - Brisbane 82 026 Dreamtime - Serpents Tongue 027 Little Ugly Girls - Tractor 028 Shifting Sands - Would've Killed Each Other 029 Don Walker - Carless In Isa 030 Redgum -  I Was Only 19 031 John Williamson - Old Man Emu   032 Jimmy Barnes - Working Class Man 033 Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu - Djarimirri 034 Pauline Pantsdown - I Dont Like It 035 Evil Eddie - Queensland 036 Midnight Oil - Koala Sprint 037 R.E.M. - Parakeet 038 Liza Schneider - Liza from Mount Isa 039 Wolf Creek Soundtrack - Intro song   040 SIBERIAN HELL SOUNDS - The Breath Of The Beast 041 Jeff Buckley - Kanga-Roo   042 The Go-Betweens  - Cattle and Cane 043 Shatoo - Queensland 044 Slim Dusty - Isa Rodeo 045 Dumb Things - Today Tonight 046 Halfway - Six Hours From Brisbane 047 Matty Cochran - Bundaberg Rum (Had Too Much Of) 048 Go-Betweens - Bye Bye Pride   049  Missy Higgins · Augie March · Paul Kelly - Droving Woman 050 Cold Chisel - Showtime 051 GANGgajang - Sounds of then 052 Def Fx - Psychoactive Summer 053 Bane of Bedlam - Thrashed to Death 054 1927 - Tell Me A Story   055 Astriaal - Glories Of The Nightsky 056 A Matter of Time - Railroad Gin 057 Matt Taylor - Brisbane to Beechworth 058 RAZAR - Task Force 059 The Chats - How Many Do You Do 060 REGURGITATOR - THE SONG FORMERLY KNOWN AS! 061 No Sisters - Always Already 062 The Mountain Goats -  Brisbane Hotel Sutra 063 Tape/Off - Day in Day Out 064 Custard  - Caboolture Speed Lab   065 The Aints!  - Country Song in G 066 The Onyas - Nightrider 067 Multiple Man - New Metal 068 Midnight Oil - Dreamworld 069 Woodboot - Nerd Holocaust 070 Sewers Weight - Night Duty 071 Fear of Falling - Your place 072 The Saints - Simple love 073 Gospel of the Horns - Absolute Power 074 The Beasts of Bourbon - Hard for you 075 Skyhooks - Over The Border   076 Stan Ridgway  - Calling Out To Carol 077 The Go-Betweens  - Was There Anything I Could Do 078 Hobo Magic - The holy riff 079 Devolved - Distored 080 Screaming Tribesmen - Igloo 081 Laceration Mantra  - Infested 082 The Butterfly Effect - In These Hands   083 Razar - Shutdown Countdown 084 The Leftovers - No Complaints 085 SNORLAX - Infernal Devourment 086 Hope Drone - forged by the tide 087 The Bunyip Song - Dot and the Kangaroo 088 CONSUMMATION - Phosphor Libation 089 Screamfeeder - Mouse 090 The Saints -  Know Your Product 091 Good Boy - CRF 092 Pious Faults - Cope 093 Hatchie — Sure 094 MISERY- On Demon Wings 095 Cold Chisel - This Big Old Car 096 The Stranglers - Nuclear Device (The Wizard of Aus) 097 Violent Soho - Love Is A Heavy Word 098 Fur - Pim Pom Pam 099 Christine Anu  - My Island Home 100 The Saints -  (I'm) Stranded 101 An Horse - This is a Song 102 Sixfthick - Dog-eared Porno Mag 103 The Bennies - Party Machine 104 Pineapples From The Dawn Of Time - Saha 105 Milton Man Gogh - XXXX Bitter Irony 106 Bee Gees - you win again 107 Killengod - Believe in divination 108 Midnight Odyssey - Journey Across the Stars 109 Midnight Oil - Short memory 110 Invocation - Draeconis 111 Malakyte - Warhawk 112 Gentle Ben And His Sensitive Side - Shimmering hand 113 Lynchmada - Green River 114 Asylum - Demon's Call - 115 Christine Anu - Sunshine on a Rainy Day 222 Void Lustre - In Floods & Depths 666 Custard - Short Pop Song

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José Mongelós Gif Pack

Day 21/50

Under the cut, you’ll find #40 gifs of Paraguayan singer José Mongelós . 

These fit @tasksweekly tasks #003: Gifs, and #077: Paraguay

In celebration of Hispanic Heritage Month (September 15 - October 15), I’m releasing resources for at least one Latine fc a day every day from September 1st - October 15th. For all of those resources, click the link here!

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Best Miter Saw Stand

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077: This Is The Secret Formula To Creating Content That Sells

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Today’s talking point:

Here's a question that I know you've asked yourself: 

What is the secret formula to actually creating free content that sells? 

Well, you are going to love this episode because I am about to show you exactly how to turn free content into cash flow. 

Bring a notebook and pull out your favourite beverage because you are going to want to stay until the very end. This is one of the most important skills you can learn as a modern business owner and I am going to show you exactly how to do it.

Reverse Engineer The Sale

The first tip I have for you when it comes to creating content that sells is that you need to reverse engineer the sale. 

When you reverse engineer the process of creating content that leads people to an actual paid offer, everything shifts. It's that intersection point between content that you want to actually create to build trust and value in your community and the content that actually pays the bills that funds the mission. 

I don't care if you are product based or service based - you have a mission that you have to fund, you have that big goal, and you have to find a way to help other people. Really, that comes down to profits and money.

You'll have heard me say this before, but choosing profitability over popularity is so key. In the traditional business world, you don't really come across this concept of creating content for free, that actually moves the needle in terms of sales. Even though direct response marketing has been around for a while, really the last ten years is when we’ve seen this explosion of modern marketing. 

Leverage the power of education and the power of content creation to build trust and relationships with clients and customers. By giving your audience something of value for free, in exchange for that relationship and trust, hopefully they will take action on it and will actually purchase from you in the future. In the long run, they will tell all of their friends about you.

Direct Response Marketing

It is really dangerous to only focus on building the followers, the actual platform. It's easy to get addicted to the numbers and to constantly chase that new thing. Instead, slow the heck down and say:

How do I convert an actual follower? 

How do I convert someone who just landed on my blog? 

How do I convert a subscriber? 

How do I turn that person into a paying client or customer, and not just any paying client or customer, but a paying client or customer that is absolutely thrilled to do business with me?

For so many brands, a customer journey literally is based on intent; meaning that the only marketing that they are doing is SEO. It is a very simple way of designing your content strategy; you basically convert a lead who has intent pretty quickly if: 

You can address objections

You can actually be the company that has the highest ratings

You have the best customer testimonials

But that is also a very one sided approach to marketing. It's very short-term. Let's create content for the long haul, create content that is actually going to move people to action right now. 

Before we even create a content piece, think, what is the objective of this piece? I'll tell you in my business, there isn't one single piece of content that we don't assign a purpose to to make sure they are actually going to move the needle in our business. 

You Are A Business Owner First

There is this notion that if you move people to action, then all of a sudden, you are some kind of traitor, you sold out, or are only focused on the profits.

First of all, you're a business owner, you're an entrepreneur, you are a creator. You cannot exist without making a profit. Who the heck is going to pay for your bills? How are you going to fund your entire operation?

It's not being aggressive with your sales and your messaging, but the way you think about profits, the way that you strategise around profits. If you don't, you're actually doing a disservice to people who really need your help, to the people that want you to continue existing as a brand.

It's your responsibility to become profitable.

Creating A Process

When it comes to ironing down your customer buying journey, how do you reverse engineer that process? You may be thinking, I understand the theory, but how do you actually take what you just said and put it into practice? Here’s an example.

I have a group coaching program called the Busy to Boss Academy, and I created this podcast which is called Blog it, Boss it Radio. They both have “boss” in the title. Now, there are so many different reasons why I created this podcast. But when it comes to what is relatable, or what makes sense for this specific episode, it really is all about reverse engineering. It allows me to have longer form episodes, where I can dive deep into topics like this one, and I can build my relationship with you. I can give you a preview of what it's like in the Academy on the very surface level.

This is how you create a customer buying journey. This is how you create a content marketing system that takes people from zero to someone who purchases, so you can dive deeper into sharing your expertise.

The CTA

Niche your content down in a way that you are speaking directly to your target audience. Once you have an idea of the content you want to create and a strategy, how do you ask for a sale? There's going to be a call to action. A call to action can be anything from:

Buy my product 

Schedule a consultation

Sign up for something to download

Join my email list 

Once you know what the CTA is going to be, ask yourself: “Do I have enough right now, that would encourage people to actually take that next step in my buyer journey?” 

There are a variety of ways you can look at this, and I want you to look at it from your own perspective. 

Another way that you can move people to action directly is just to create a longer form type of content piece. Something you really want to keep in mind here is that, the higher the cost of your product, the more you want to build a relationship of trust with your audience. Make sure that, whoever is consuming that piece of content, even if they are brand new to your community, they feel a connection with you. 

Oftentimes when you are going straight to the sale, it's really smart for you to make your blog post extra beefy. 

Go live to promote it

Do something a little different

Create a video series 

Share an entire full blown episode

Do an hour long live 

It's about how much value you pack into that piece of content. If you are going to ask for the sale and your product is high end, you need to make your promotion or interaction valuable and irresistible. Take time crafting that content piece, and then transition well into the “ask.” 

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Hi! I’m Holly Bray

I’m an expert at online marketing, a nerd when it comes to the numbers, and my obsession is teaching others how to know what tasks to focus on so they can create a business that GIVES them life (not one that takes it away).

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yO if you're still doing those AU prompt things you should do number 7 with Pentagon's Wooseok 😂 he'd be so awkward! please and thank, have a nice day 💕🌸

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Prompt game

Prompt 7:  ‘I’m posing naked in your art class please stop giggling what are you giggling at’

Genre: Awkward fluff

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Why am I so nervous? It’s not like I’ve never done this before, it was practically my profession. Maybe it’s because this is the first time the class has mixed genders. All the previous times the classes have been filled with females who took this incredibly seriously and didn’t even pay any attention to the fact that I was naked. I was in that moment just an object and it’s the only time I should be considered an object. I don’t know how males will react in the presence of someone their age posing naked in front of them. Perhaps they would take this seriously as well and not make feel conscious of what was going on. Hopefully, they would be so focused on the task at hand that they won’t even notice anything else about the situation. In my mind, that was a hopeless case since this isn’t a class from college or anything like that but more of a hobby class, meaning that they weren’t graded or assessed, this was just for their enjoyment.

I was already sitting in the middle of a circle made of chairs, easels positioned in front of each of them, a robe covering my body. The students hadn’t arrived yet and I spent the time going through poses in my mind, not wanting to show too much since it wasn’t a professional class. The teacher had a arrived a bit later than me. She was a nice old woman, probably retired and working this in order to keep her life a bit interesting. She had said that most of her students were polite enough not to make this into a big deal but she could not promise good behaviour from everyone. This had made me anxious but I just convinced myself to do it, I was getting paid after all.

Not even five minutes later the room started filling with people between the ages 17 and 22. Most of them were girls but every now and then a boy appeared, looking incredibly uncomfortable. When all of them had taken a seat the teacher stood with the intention of introducing the art of croquis. I noticed that while most students had their attention on the teacher, one person, in particular, was watching me. It was like he looked through my soul and I had to look away, trying not to make this even more awkward. Once the woman had explained the different tasks she told me to stand up and start and, after taking a deep breath, I took the robe off and hung it over the edge of my chair. Then I started with my first pose as everyone started sketching in an instant. They had a certain period of time, around 15 seconds, before I changed the pose once again, shocking some of the students who didn’t realise they would quick.

All of a sudden I heard a giggle to my left and I closed my eyes, cursing the person who dared laugh at an already awkward situation. I then heard a slap which must have come from the person’s friend. I was almost one hundred percent sure that the owner of the giggle was the dude who had watched me before. I changed my pose again, this time turning his attention. He had his face in his hands, his body rocking with silent giggles and his ears red. I just rolled my eyes at his childish behaviour and tried not to take his giggling to heart. He composed himself as much as possible and grabbed his pen once again, his face scrunched up in the effort not to let a giggle out.

I changed pose again, this time turning my back to him. Another giggle was let loose and I almost groaned out loud. Yes, boy, I have an ass, so do everyone else in this room. I sighed heavily as I started to hate this session more and more. It’s not that hard to suppress your giggles and talk about it afterwards instead.

After an hour of giggling and wishing I was doing something else, I was finally finished and had once again put the robe on, relieved that I had something to cover up with again. I glanced at the boy who was getting teased by his friend, he looked slightly embarrassed however as he tried not to look at me anymore. The old woman asked everyone to go wash their hands since their last task had been to use charcoal which had left its traces on their hands. As the room emptied quickly I noticed that the boy and his friend stayed behind. His friend was pushing him in my direction but the boy, seemingly too shy, stood rooted to the spot. His friend rolled his eyes and walked up to me in his place. An apologetic smile on his face.

“Hi, I’m Yuto.” he held out his hand, expecting me to shake it. Let’s just say I won’t shake it until he washed off the charcoal. He noticed my expression and made a sound of realisation. “Ok, not the best time to shake hands.” he then smiled at me once again and pointed to his friend behind him. “I just wanted to apologise for his behaviour, it’s his first time attending class and it’s just our luck that we were doing croquis today. He’s a pretty awkward person so.” I nodded, understanding the situation. I then looked at him and said that it was okay. That gave him enough courage to actually walk up to me.

“Hey.” an awkward smile was coating his lips. Yuto quietly slipped away, intending to give us some privacy. “I’m sorry, I probably wouldn’t have giggled as much if the model had been an old woman or something but you’re so pretty so I just got embarrassed.” he was looking at the ground the whole time he spoke to me, causing me to smile at his cuteness.

“It’s fine, things like this can be pretty awkward sometimes, but maybe you’d get used to my pretty face if we got a coffee sometime.” he was too cute I couldn’t help but ask him out. He looked up at me, shocked, and then he nodded. Some confidence poured into him.

“I’d love that, I’m Wooseok, remember that when I pick you up tomorrow.” then he walked away after ruffling my hair. Leaving me stunned at his change in demeanour.