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white-light-on-my-prism · 1 year

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Tagged by my fav moots who I'm not even sure are real cause they're too good to be true @mebiselfandi @thesupermegahell

rules: share the first lines of your ten most recent fanfics and tag ten people. if you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyways.

Okay so... while I have written more than 10 fanfics in my lifetime, very few of them are Neymessi, because I've only recently started writing about them. So I'll share lines from those, along with the link and name and pairing, but if I find any other excerpts from fanfics I've written for different fandoms, and they make sense without context, I'll just dump them here without any additional information. Fair warning though, a few of my fanfics are poems, a format people usually don't use for fanfics, so bear with me.

1. you put me on and said I was your favourite — Neymessi.

2010. A friendly against Brazil's biggest football rival, Argentina. Yet, that was the farthest thing from Neymar's mind, as it was currently occupied in its full capacity by the player, or as he'd describe, the magician of his dreams, Lionel Messi.

The man was a miracle, and, as always, Neymar was mesmerised. Messi's pale cheeks flushed red from the sun, his long hair swinging with every swift turn of his, his legs changing directions at lightning speed, the ball glued to his feet as if in reverence. Neymar couldn't believe a mortal had it in them to be so beautiful. Football was already art to him, but Messi's existence, perhaps, was his final bit of proof.

2. Wait for me, will you? — Neymessi.

Rolling river, running stream

I'm a helpless rock on top of a hill

Your current draws me swirling in

Yet I push against its way.

What will other people say?

3. Exile — Neymessi.

Neymar had never put much stock in the inner workings of the colour white. He could vaguely recall from sixth standard, learning something about white light falling on a prism and exploding in rainbow hues. Neither was he the one for academics, nor was his family the one for rainbows, so all he had known, all he had ever seen with those iridescent eyes of his, was life in black and white. The patterns on his childhood football, the one true love of his life, were drawn in the same twin colours. Then why was he, in that one wretched evening, finding the same opposing tints holding his throat so brutally to a knife?

The 30th of June, 2017.

4. 3 times Anto sees the flower blossom (+1 time she waters the plant :)) — Neymessi.

Antonela is standing, unsuspecting, on the sidelines of the Barcelona training ground, calmly enjoying the spring breeze, when a football hits her smack on the face.

Her vision turns black and her legs give away in a wobbly fashion for the slightest moment, before she locks eyes with her offender while still face down on the ground.

"Leo, you bobo, watch where you're hitting!"

Leo jogs up to her and gives her a hand, but Anto slaps hard on his palm, and gets up on her own.

"Not my fault if you're standing in the way, I'm just trying to play football."

5. It was dark.

The inherent calm of the misty night air was turned restless by the buzzing sound of crickets.

Festive lights had been switched off, so had the lamps in every room of the household. Hardly anyone, however, had been able to fall asleep. Only one tiny bulb shone downstairs, in the guest room, where two police officers clad in uniform sat upright in a chair and on the bed, cautiously sipping water from soiled steel glasses. <name redacted> presently stood with a tray in her hand, waiting for the men to return her their tumblers.

"Thank you", they said unanimously while placing their glasses on the tray.

"Thank you my foot", she mumbled under her breath on her way out of the room.

6. Fuck. I was hearing voices in my head again. The lines between truth and fallacies never felt more blurred. And here I was, caught between them both, trying to pick up the last pieces of my crumbling self esteem behind the closed doors of an empty washroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Face full of badly done make-up, smeared with tears; one eyeliner wing looking way different than the other.

7. Long before I knew you

I had gotten used to life in an armour.

Living in a tower, all bricks and concrete

No paint, no lawns, no light, no wind.

All alone.

"Alone's good," I had convinced myself,

Betrayal not likely in a one man army...

But then, I met you.

8. Breaths were coming in short gasps as our faces were inches apart. His black eyes were gleaming blue under some tinted light.

What were words? My head wondered.

All I could see were his soft lips, all I could feel was the prick of his light stubble under my fingertips.

"<name redacted>... I think I love you."

A teardrop or two brimmed on his waterline. A few more creases formed on his forehead.

Just as my right hand dropped from his face, I felt a loss of grip on my waist.

Sooner than I could process, his hold on my left hand tightened and his other hand grabbed me by my shirt.

He stood on his tip toes and planted his lips on mine.

I THINK THAT'S ALL I'LL DUMP HERE! Not tagging anyone because I'm late to this challenge as it is, so all my dearies must have already made this post if they wanted to. But if you didn't yet and you're seeing this, you're tagged! Thanks for reading, hope you had fun. I know I certainly did🧚‍♀️

#tag games #neymessi fanfic #neymessi #lionel messi #neymar jr #football rpf #ao3

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sotnosandenzospenthouse · 7 months

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Here we are with the very first art post! There is loads to cover and a lot more I have planned, so I'm just going to drop every work I've done of my characters so far here. With some explanation of course, because leaving you in the dark without context would be pretty confusing.

My first character I ever made was Enzo Rennstein. He was actually a scrapped character design from long before I ever came up with this book. I rediscovered him and gave him a major redesign because his first art was pretty awful. (it's lost, but I couldn't draw physical proportions at all) As you can see I've somewhat improved, this picture is from months ago.

For those unfamiliar with his design, I hope you like him! I'm very passionate about Enzo and I've drawn him about a million times. (Another thing I'll add is if you want to draw any of my characters or give me suggestions for anything, the answer is yes! I've been asked a lot before so I'll just answer that now.)

When I created Sötnos Rennstein, I realized Enzo wasn't connected to anything like a story. I also recognized they had some unintentional similarities at the time, (Maybe that was because I was so excited about Enzo it burned into my style for a while.) so I made them brothers. Enzo is oldest, and Sötnos was born third in his family. (He has a twin sister named Almah who is older than him by a few minutes, but we can talk about her later.) Once again, I'm absolutely clueless as to where the very first artwork of Sötnos is. However, here's the oldest pictures I have on hand of him.

Totally don't pay attention to the tiny shirt and low-rise pants photo. I get funky with my characters a lot too... If you notice my art style shifts and changes a lot, well that's because it does.

Aside from all that, you'll notice my characters each have one consistent outfit for them. That's sort of how I remember them all better? Blue stripes and a red necktie stick in my mind more easily than a name or face, if I'm honest.

Here's everything else I have room for in this post! Hope you enjoyed it. More will be coming soon, but right now I gotta quickly tag some people on this and do them damn dishes 🏃💨

@flightriskwizard @thechonkyfrog @geneseedraws

#Enzo and Sötnos art!!!!#tw blo0d #tw suggestive #some furry art too help

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agape-bakery · 2 years

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Belphegor and Beelzebub as your Roommates

Summary: Set in a time where the Twins and you live in the same apartment together instead of the House of Lamentation.

Contains: fluff, platonic relationship with Beel, slight romantic relationship(?) with Belphie, Beel unknowingly being a wingman and a third wheel, gender-neutral mc

Note: Final part of my roommate series! Would love to do something similar like this again but for now, I will be celebrating the winter season so I will not be writing until January. However! I do have a new drawing tablet so I'll be happy to draw the boys AND my OCs sometime! My inbox is always open so if any of you want to see messy drawings of our boys or my ocs then please feel free to request ideas! :DDD

Belphegor was a bit grumpy today.

Some of his brothers were so noisy while they all got ready to go to their separate apartments as per Lucifer's order. The youngest didn't know what was the point of moving out if you already have a roof to sleep under but as he stands outside his apparent new home, beside his brother who was happily munching on a sandwich and effortlessly carrying their luggage, he thought it might not be that bad.

Until he had the utmost displeasure of living with you.

He thought he would only live with his brother, not with someone like you. And you thought the same! He slept on YOUR couch and told you to be quiet!! >:O

You two were never going to get along!

But Beel says otherwise.

Cooking and Grocery

Please do not rely on Beel to cook

Chances are, it'll be you who would be the main cook of the house

Belphie was usually asleep by the time you cook, and he DOESN'T budge when you wake him up >:(

Meanwhile, Beel was a glutton and always sneaks food with him whenever you're not looking, one second you turn around and half of the food is already inside his stomach

The sweetheart is happy to help though! He hands you ingredients that you couldn't reach (must be Belphie's doing) and even shares his food with you and his brother!

He does get cranky whenever he's hungry so you always remember to supply more for him during grocery shopping

Sometimes Beel is out training so he doesn't get to join you shopping even if he wants to :( He genuinely enjoys your company

That leaves Belphie who, surprisingly, tags along from time to time in the morning or evening

He says it's cold and likes the mood of quietly shopping. Like the faint sound of music through the speakers, and he somewhat finds the wheels of shopping carts and the beeps at the register relaxing

You once saw him sleeping while standing and decided that he just sits on the cart while you and Beel push

He's happy to protect your line if he stays there though, Y/N, that's a plus

Beel's Cheerleading Squad

One of the times that you and Belphie would get along is when Beel is involved

Both of you love him and the same goes for Beel!

That's why whenever he's at a game, you and Belphie sit together and cheer for him

That's only one of the times that you and Belphie warm up to each other

You see that despite Belphie being a complete personification of a sloth, he still made the effort to go support his brother even if he dislikes noise, and he always has a proud smile on his face as he watches him

And Belphie sees how you don't even know them yet it already feels like they've known you for years, you always make the utmost time and effort on being the responsible one, and you never see Beel in a bad light and always enjoy their company

Those facts slowly change the course of your relationship, from frenemies to friends to close friends

Belphie realizes as he felt himself being hugged and hearing your cheerful laughter as Beel scores another point, how your eyes shine like how the stars reflect on the water yet your smile was brighter than a sun after a dim rain

He realizes that maybe there could be more between you and him

+ BONUS: Celebrating the Winter Season

Belphie wore the ugliest yet comfiest sweater he's ever had to wear in his life, and you and Beel did the same as the three of you stood out like a sore thumb at the market.

It was your idea, for the winter spirit, you said

The three of you decided to buy gifts for each other, as well as other friends and family. Beel had excitedly shown you a plushie of a stinky-looking raccoon and said it looked exactly like his older brother who wore a flashy jacket and orange sunglasses.

There was a photobooth that you had pulled the twins into, while you weren't really snug inside, with Beel behind the both of you and the youngest right beside you.

Each of you kept the pictures close. And the memories closer.

Belphegor feels a light, somewhat comforting flame ignite him as he saw his brothers repeatedly ask if you were his girlfriend because of how close you two were in the pictures

Someday, he'll gather up the courage to confess how he really feels to you.

As he saw how soft he looked at you, and how you obliviously smile at him with your eyes squinted in the picture, he had to resist the urge to say: 'Not yet.'

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emma-nation · 3 years

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The Devil In I - Bela x OC (Resident Evil Village AU)

“Step inside, see the Devil in I”

Summary: Aleena Novak is a 19 years old orphan who desired more than living in a village in the middle of nowhere. A talented artist with a big future ahead, she gets the scholarship of her dreams in United States. But everything changes when her twin brother, Auryk, steals an important artifact from Castle Dimitrescu.

In this adventure, Aleena will find way more than she expected.

“You’ll realize I’m not your Devil anymore”

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x OC

Genre: Between T and M (Trigger warning for violence, blood, abuse and eventual smut)

Tag List: @nydeiri

Notes: This is my first RES fic, so I'm sorry if I mess it up a bit. English is also not my main language, so a mistake or two may happen. I hope you enjoy it :)

Trigger Warning: Language, abuse, blood and violence.

Eastern Europe - July, 2009

"If he could learn to love another and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?"

Mother closed the book, placing it on the bedside table between Auryk's bed and mine. Then, she lowered herself and kissed my forehead like she did every night. Her long, blonde hair tickled my face and left a trace of her sweet lavender fragrance in the air. I giggled.

"Good night, sweetheart," she spoke.

"Good night, momma."

"Cherish your last night as a six years old. Tomorrow you will become a..."

"Princess?!"

"A seven years old girl. The prettiest girl in the village."

"Pffft," Auryk let out a displeased grunt from his bed, covering his head with the pillow to avoid listening another word from the conversation.

"And you too," mother sat by his side on the bed and repeated her nightly ritual of kissing his forehead to wish him a good night too. "You'll become the most handsome and brave warrior in this village. Do you understand?"

"I hope so. Good night, mom."

"Good night, buddy."

Mother left the room, leaving us both in the dark. However, we couldn't sleep. Not because we were thrilled about our incoming birthday party as any regular child, but because we knew our lives were about to change. Seven years old was the age every child from our village was introduced to the truth and started being trained to fight the evil that haunted our lands. Auryk and I spent minutes, or maybe hours, in silence, staring at the ceiling.

"Leena?" He was the first one to speak. "Do you believe a spell can broken? I mean, like a curse?"

"I don't know, Ryk," I answered, feeling my thoughts starting to drift away. "Maybe we're doomed after all. Or... we could learn how to love the beasts."

The birthday parties always happened during the daytime, rules of the village. We could no longer be outside after 6 PM. Mother got help from the other women to prepare the treats and organize the decorations. Auryk was disguised as a pirate and I... I was Belle, from the Beauty and the Beast.

"So, what do you think you will be getting this year?" My best friend Elena asked while we were playing with our dolls. She was about two years older than us.

"I don't know," I shrugged. Being a merchant, my father always returned home with the most unusual gifts: a magical music box, a voodoo doll that had a life on its own or a fragrance that chased away the monsters - and everybody else too. "A new book. I'm hoping for a new book."

It was only by the end of the party Adrian Novak made his entrance. That was the mystery about him. Nobody knew when he would show up, or if he would show up at all. He still had that same annoying smirk on his face. The corner of his mouth holding a cigarette. The months away made his beard grow longer, as well as his dark hair. In the sunlight, the scar above his eye was even more visible.

"Auryk," he shouted, "come here, son. I've got something for ya."

My twin brother, who had been climbing trees with his friends stop frozen in spot for a second. I couldn't tell if he hated or feared that man. Maybe both. He slowly followed father's command, approaching him cautiously.

"Hi, dad."

"Happy birthday, son," father ruffled his dark straight hair with his strong and calloused hand. "It's about time you grow up."

He handed my brother a large package. From our experience, we knew exactly what it was, a shotgun.

"T-Thank you, dad."

"I'll be spending some time at home. Tomorrow we'll start practicing."

Auryk consented. He shot me a quick glance. From our twin bond I could tell my brother was far from happy. When he blew his candles that afternoon, he didn't wish for a weapon. We wished to be a normal child.

"What did you get, Leena?" He asked once we were locked in the safety of our bedroom.

"Pencils and a drawing book. Dad thinks I'm talented."

Not really. Adrian Novak would never allow his daughter to hold a shotgun. That was, according to him, 'a man thing'.

"Good, at least one of us got what they wanted. Happy birthday, sister."

"Happy birthday, brother."

4 Years Later - October, 2013

It wasn't easy to be the weakest of the twins. Although he was born first, Auryk was the tinniest. The one who was always getting sick or getting injured. The one who couldn't hit a single fucking target when he had the alcoholic breath of his father on his neck.

He aimed for a crow, sitting still on a fence. How hard could it be? Even the eldest man from the village could do any better than that.

BANG! He shot again. And missed.

"Again?!" Adrian angered, shoving him hard on the shoulder. "What the hell is your problem, kid?"

"I don't know, okay? This gun... it's heavy!"

"Heavy? And why do you think we've been exercising for all these years, huh?! We do not live in Disneyland, Auryk. We need to fight monsters, abominations. Someday I won't be home and you need to be prepared to protect our people. Do you understand?"

Tears started forming in the corners of the boy's blue eyes. He couldn't cry. Not in front of him. Crying was a sign of weakness and he couldn't be weak. Not right now. Auryk started to think about all the things he could be doing. He thought about the ocean, as he had seen on TV and books. He could feel the warmness of the sun on his skin. The sand between his toes. His mom and sister were also there, of course - they'd carry them with him everywhere. And he would study Math and Physics. There would be no guns, no monsters, no blood, only numbers, only formulas, only theories. He smiled. He no longer felt like crying.

"I'm sorry, dad," kindness was always the answer, his mother said. "But this isn't for me, you know? I don't like it. I... Remember that boarding school my teacher mentioned? I thought maybe I..."

His words were interrupted by a hard slap on his face. Auryk could taste a small amount of blood coming out from his lower lip.

"So that's what you want? To become one of those little fancy fags? Maybe you're not my son after all."

Adrian started walking away, leaving his son alone, sitting on the floor.

"I AM!" Auryk yelled, enraged. "I am your son."

"Then prove it."

"You shouldn't take so hard on him," Savannah poured her husband a cup of tea. "He's just a boy."

"He's eleven years old, for god's sake," the husband punched the table strong enough to make it shake. "He needs to man up a bit. You should stop spoiling him."

As I left my bedroom I found my brother sitting on the stairs. He didn't have to be so close to listen to the conversation between our parents, father's voice was loud enough to echo through every wall of our small and cozy home.

I sat down by his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"Maybe you should do it, Leena. You'd do it better, I know."

"I'm not so sure. Remember when I tried to shoot a scarecrow and almost shot that old witch?"

"Come on, you aimed on purpose! I know."

Auryk finally let out a small laugh at the memory.

"You're good at everything, Leena," he spoke fondly. "You're an extrovert, you're everybody's friend, you can cook, you can draw and paint... you're a true artist. I'm a mistake."

"You're not a mistake, Ryk," I pulled my brother closer, resting my cheek against the side of his face. "We're only at the wrong place and you know it."

Going back to our bedroom, we pulled from the drawers the postcards our grandma Louise sent us from San Diego. Mom had been born in California and lived there her entire life, until she met father during one of his trips. God knows what made her fall in love with that man. Adventure? Danger? I expected better from myself when I turned eighteen. Otherwise, I'd never want to fall in love. Love could be my ruin, just like my mom's.

"Leena..." Auryk held the postcard tightly, "do you think... if he died... do you think mom would take us to nana's home?"

"I don't know, Ryk," I didn't want to think of my father's possible death. But I also dreamed of a better life. "Maybe."

"What the hell?" Father's voice in the kitchen made me jump in fear. I knew that tone. I grew up used to that. Something was wrong in the village. We had to hide.

"To the basement, now!" He emerged at the bedroom, holding a rifle. "Lycans were seen surrounding the area."

We barely had any time to react, mom came and dragged us both to the basement. Father left, carrying his arsenal of weapons as usual. There were other hunters in the village but we always knew how badly it could end. Somebody could always get seriously hurt. Or worse.

The basement had been carefully prepared for that kind of situation years before. It had a big bed, two armchairs, a heating source, some stored food and a shelf. Mom sighed and forced a smile.

"So," she walked to the shelf, "what is it going to be today?"

"Frankenstein," Auryk suggested. My brother loved mystery and horror. As if his life hadn't enough of it.

"Romeo and Juliet," I spoke. There was something about forbidden romance that always caught my interest.

"Okay. I... I'm gonna say a prayer and you two can read the books you picked by yourselves. What do you think?"

"Great!"

Mom kneeled down by the bed's side, holding a crucifix. I could join her if I wanted to, but I'd rather watch in silence. I grabbed my book, sitting on one of the armchairs and pretending to pay attention, while I tried to distract myself from the fact my father could be the Lycans' next prey. Or all of us, if they managed to break into our house.

"Leena?" I woke up hours later with my mom shaking me. "Leena?! Where's Auryk? Where's your brother, Leena?"

I had no idea. I had fallen asleep and apparently, so did mom. She checked for the basement's door, it had been locked from outside.

"No..." she tried to force it open. "No! I can't be..."

All Auryk had to do was to successfully kill and take a Lycan's carcass as a trophy to his father, right? That was what that old douchebag wanted him to do, to prove his courage, his manhood. We had his shotgun, a binoculars and a knife, that should be enough, but first, he needed a good plan.

Looking down to his hands, he had the most perfect idea. Without thinking twice, he sliced a cut through his palm, letting some blood pour on the ground. Then, he found a tall tree. He climbed it and observed. The smell of blood his trail left behind should be enough to attract a creature.

"Come on... come on..."

From a distance, Auryk could hear the sound of destruction and death. There was a battle going on somewhere nearby. Once again Lycans should have found a family or a group of hunters.

And then, he could hear it. The heavy footsteps, the screeching sounds, the sniffing. The mutant creature was only a few meters away from the tree. He aimed, but it was still too distant. He needed to move to a closer branch.

It all happened in one second. He was almost there, reaching for the spot he had picked, but his weight was too much for the tree's branch. In a blink of an eye, he was lying on the ground. His vision was blurred. His head hurt intensely, as well as his arm. It was broken for sure. He possibly had a concussion too. He tried to stand up and run but his legs wouldn't follow his commands. The Lycan was coming straight at him.

"AURYK!" His mother screamed behind him. "NO!"

Time seemed to freeze in that fraction of second. How did she manage to escape the basement? How could she have found him?

But without hesitation, Savannah threw herself on top of her son, protecting him from the jaws and claws of the monster. Auryk couldn't see much, but he could smell it. He could feel it. Blood. There was blood everywhere. He couldn't tell who it belonged to, he or his mom's.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A fast sequence of shots suggested the hunters had found them. The creature stopped moving, stopped howling. It was finally dead.

"M-Mom... it's dead. We... We're safe."

She didn't answer. Instead, he heard another familiar voice.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" It was from his father. "Savannah! Savannah!"

"D-Dad..." Auryk tried to speak, but the words got lost along the way. "I... I..."

Adrian lifted him by his jacket, holding him inches above the ground.

"YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED YOUR MOM, YOUR STUPID BASTARD!"

"I..." tears streamed down the boy's face, his injured brain trying to process what had just happened. "I'm sorry.'

After he was thrown back to the ground, he was hit with a hard kick on his stomach. He turned his head around to notice a small figure hiding behind a tree, watching the whole scene in pure horror.

"L-Leena..." he muttered.

"This is all your fault, Auryk. You're a disgrace to this family."

And then, he passed out. Rumors said he was unconscious for days or maybe weeks. When he woke up, he wished everything had been a nightmare.

Present Days - July, 2021

Nobody mourned Adrian Novak when he died. Not his children. Not his village mates. No human being would ever feel any sympathy for a man who abused and blamed his eleven years old son for his mother's death. It had been two years since Adrian left this world and I couldn't feel any more free.

"Hey," I left another message on my brother's voicemail, "in case you've forgotten it's our birthday today. I'd like to have my twin home, you know? Call me when you get this message."

It was useless, I knew. Auryk would only pick up his phone when he wanted to. Or when he was too drunk. God knew where that guy would be at that time, probably waking up at some girl's bed or getting some rest from... working.

After grabbing myself a cup of coffee, I checked the door's mat. Bills, bills, newspaper and... California Institute Of Arts? I remember having an argument with Auryk about this matter at some point. He wanted me to fill the application and send them my portfolio. I insisted we had no money, not even to pay for the tuition. I won - I always win every argument by the way.

"Your damn son of a..." I placed the envelope on the kitchen's table. I was a coward, I confess. However, I didn't know which pain was worse - to be sure I wasn't good enough or to be sure I was, indeed, but I'd never have money to leave that hellhole. Anyways, I decided to leave it alone. I had more important things to do.

My morning routine: to go to the middle of the woods and do some training. My father used to say fighting wasn't a girl thing, but I was no regular girl. And never in this life I'd allow someone to tell me what to do.

After running, climbing and doing a set of push-ups, it was time for combat training. Travelers from abroad taught me some different set of moves, I'd like to think I created my own fighting style. I was also very good with knifes, daggers or any kinds of short blades, they were useful during a close distance combat. My shooting was a work in progress, once or twice I'd miss the center of my handmade targets.

Then, like everyday, I'd go back home, shower and follow to my shift at the village's pub.

"Hiya, Leena," Gustav greeted me when I arrived. "I heard today is a special day... the day a little girl..."

"NO!" I stopped him. Gustav was my best friend. We had known each other since we were children and somehow, he liked to make my birthday a special - and embarrassing - event.

He placed a handmade fairytale-like book on the table. There were some edited pictures, mixed with some messed up drawings about my birth and childhood. He called it 'The Princess Who Carried The Light'.

"God, you're soooo stupid..." I rolled my eyes and moaned, before wrapping him into a very tight hug. "I love you, you know that?"

"I know. You'd probably marry me, if you weren't into girls."

We laughed together, as Olga, our boss emerged from the kitchen, bringing a cake with nineteen candles.

"Here's to another year," the older woman opened a wrinkled smile, "make a wish, my darling."

I fell pensive for a moment, besides having my twin brother back home, safe and sound, what else could I wish for? California, that scholarship, a new life... that's for sure.

"I wish for... a new life, a new adventure," I pronounced aloud while blowing the candles.

"Careful," a male voice spoke behind me, "words have power, little sister. You may get what you want."

"Ryk!"

I jumped straight to my brother's arms. I could swear that in only a few weeks he had gotten a little bit taller, and stronger too.

"I wouldn't miss my own birthday, right?" He smirked. "So, where's the cake? Please, chocolate... tell me it's chocolate."

"Your silly boy," Olga spread some icing on his nose. "Of course it's chocolate, as you love. And with cherries too."

Auryk responded with a satisfied smile. Olga and her husband, Kristoff, were those responsible for taking care of him after the Lycan attack, years ago. They sort of adopted him like one of their biological children.

"Oh!" The woman exclaimed taking a closer look at Ryk's forearm. He had gotten a tattoo. I hadn't been informed of those news either. Apparently, my brother had more secrets than I could even start to imagine. "This is... new. It seems like my kids are really growing up."

"And only now you noticed that, Olga?" Gustav joked.

Olga shook her head, grinning at herself and returned to the kitchen. The customers were starting to fill the pub. I stared at Ryk again, wondering what other secrets my brother could be keeping.

"So, what does that mean?" I pointed to his newly gotten tattoo, a strange and ancient symbol it seemed.

"Protection from the evil. This is what we need the most in our lives, especially in a place like this. What reminds me -" we turned around, taking a small box from the pocket of his jacket. "Your gift."

I took the black velvet box from his hands, it contained a golden necklace with a magenta gemstone as pendant. My blue eyes drowned themselves in the stone. It had a mysterious glow. Something hypnotizing. Something magical.

"Whoa..." was everything my mouth could pronounce. "And I bought you an Astronomy book."

Auryk stood up from his chair and went behind me, taking the necklace from my hands to wear it around my neck himself.

"This is supposed to protect you from any supernatural and inhumane beings. I won't lose you to them, Aleena. Not like I lost mom."

"Ryk, I... I can't even thank you enough."

"You don't have to. Just... stay alive."

First, I was overflowing with happiness. It either had to do with the fact my brother was home, alcohol, or both. Also, Olga should thank me. Most of the costumers of the day only stopped by the bar because of me. They absolutely loved me and knowing it was my birthday, they had to come and see me. A few of them even gave me some extra tips or a small gift, which was even greater.

"Okay, party girl..." Auryk helped me to get inside of the house as I tripped over the door mat. "Time to go to bed now. Don't you think?"

"Come on, Ryk! Have some spirit! You're home, Olga gave me the day off tomorrow, I earned some money..."

"You told Mrs. Hansen you secretly had a crush on her daughter during Middle School, you danced on top of a table, you're gonna get a hangover..."

"Party pooper!"

I threw myself at the couch. Auryk stood in front of me with arms crossed, looking like a father about to give his child a lecture.

"What?!" I yelled. "It's not like you've never been drunk before. Remember when you stole Adrian's..." I started to laugh, remembering the episode.

"When you were going to tell me about this, Leena?" He showed me the envelope. The Art Institute envelope. The one I had been struggling to open.

"Oh! I forgot. My bad, I didn't open it myself yet. I probably didn't get in anyways."

"You did."

I did?

"It's not like we have money to pay for my tuition. Also, how are we supposed to move to California, Ryk? I work at a pub and you..."

"I've gotten more than enough for that. You know that getting out of this place has always been the plan, since we were children. Leena, I've done some big jobs those last few months. I have the money to grant us a comfortable life in California."

"Smuggling, Ryk!" I raised my voice, saying aloud the information that was supposed to be a secret or not. "You've been stealing to grant us this life."

My brother stared at me in silence. I couldn't tell if he felt offended or embarrassed about my words.

"I'm getting out of here, whatever it takes," he ran a hand through his dark hair. "And you are coming with me. In two weeks, we move to United States for your enrollment."

"But..."

What I was trying to protest against? Leaving the village and starting a new life with my brother was everything I always dreamed.

"Look, I promise you," Auryk placed both of his firm hands on my shoulders, "once we settle down, no more smuggling."

"Okay," I sighed. "We leave in two weeks then."

There was a loud knock on the door. Being drunk as I was, I figured out I should have forgotten my purse at the pub. Or it could be a neighbor with some very stupid emergency.

Auryk opened the door and there was a strange looking man standing there. We wore sunglasses and a hat, behind his back he was carrying a giant hammer. According to the rumors and stories I heard from my parents, that was one of the Lords of The Four Houses, Karl Heisenberg.

"Auryk Novak?" He asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Come with me, kid. You've gotten yourself in big trouble."

#resident evil village #resident evil 8 #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela x oc #resident evil fanfiction #the devil in i

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summoner-chan · 3 years

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[𝕊𝔸𝕃𝕆𝕄𝕆ℕ 𝕊ℙℝ𝕀𝕋𝔼𝕊 + 𝔼𝕏ℙℝ𝔼𝕊𝕊𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊]

Ever since the latest opening of CHP 11 and the introduction of Mephistopheles made my brain keening with the possibility of Lil Sal or rather Salomon since he's not so little anymore, is an exact carbon copy of Mephistopheles? Thus, I began my quest of editing and drawing Mephistopheles's sprites into Salomon and remaking the expressions

It was a challenging since I wanted the expressions to show Salomon's cheery and quirky personality but still having similarities of Mephistopheles. I even made a personal AU where Summoner-chan haves Salomon AND Mephistopheles as her personal familiars and that they're also blood related, specifically being twins (and also because the thought of 6ft+ tall anthromorphic goats tag teaming on me is a very much a nice thought to think about (◡ ω ◡))

𝔼𝕏ℙℝ𝔼𝕊𝕊𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊 (𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ + 𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝕁𝔸ℂ𝕂𝔼𝕋)

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As you can see, I changed my photo presentation since there's so much I want to show and having the 10 photos limit is a no-go, considering I have 17 photos in total so do expect these flashy photo collages in future time! (And I'm sorry if it seems too girlish shdjjdd I can't help but to overdo it-)

Majority of the expression making involved of cleaning and redrawing the face area hence the reason to why the expressions lack of originality, except the Crying one where it had to be included since it's a signature look from Lil Sal, one I wholly recognized and remembered a lot (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ𝔸𝕃𝕃 𝕊ℙℝ𝕀𝕋𝔼 (𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ+𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝕁𝔸ℂ𝕂𝔼𝕋)

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Alright, the reason why there's a Without and With Jacket Variant is because I was indecisive- I busted my ass to erase the jacket and redraw the shoulders but redid it again with another sprite and was about to delete the Without Jacket Variant. However, looking back, I put a lot of effort into it so I kept both versions 乁( . ര ʖ̯ ര . )ㄏ

In the original plan for the With Jacket Variant, I wanted to only colour the innards of the suit and jacket blue, separating Salomon from Mephistopheles but once I thought it over, if we were to view them from behind, no one could tell them apart (other than the small details like the Infernal flame and the ring) hence I coloured the jacket to be white ←(*꒪ヮ꒪*)

In my opinion, I think I did a great job for the outfit and pretty much glad that I kept both versions (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+✨

[𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝕋𝔸𝔽𝔽]

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The staff is getting a say in here because I LITERALLY had to do it from scratch and the reference from Lil Sal's sprite only gave a directory on it's general look, giving not much any details other than very pixelated colours that screws my eyes over- I tried following the colour scheme of the staff but received a comment from my sister that the colour of the gold was too yellow.

Unfortunately, I've compiled the colour layer and line art layer already, meaning that if I want to recolour it back, I have to start all over again with the line art and I DID NOT want that, especially how I wanted to finish the sprite fast when I have the motivation to do so (｡ﾉω＼｡)💦💦 Felt satisfied with the whole look but wanted more details on it but damn am I bad at doing details-

So yeah! That's the whole thing for the post! ヾ(･ω･*)ﾉ I give my thanks to everyone who liked and reblogged this! Means very much to me that people liked my stuff (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*❤️ I'll see everyone on the next post!! Summoner-chan, signing off!✨

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #anime #furry #housamo art #furryart #housamo mephistopheles #tokyo afterschool summoners mephistopheles #housamo lil salomon #tokyo afterschool summoners lil salomon #mephistopheles #lil salomon #@summoner-chan #housamo edits #tokyo afterschool summoners edits #character sprite edit #TAS #tokyo aftersvhool summoners art

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beetlegoose01 · 3 years

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My TMNT redesigns ! 🐢🐢🐢🐢

So prospect100 collaborated with the actual tmnt account and together they hosted a redesign the TMNT contest! And i entered!

I was initially very hesitant and nervous, I'm not really much of an artist. But my love for turtles basically said fuck it and I did it anyway.

I don't care about winning, but I'm grateful they motivated me to draw again. So without further ado...

Tumblr ruined the quality as usual

These are my turtles sons! I'll write a little info on each of them/backstory/other ramblings below)

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Leonardo (nn: Leo or Romeo) is probably the design I didn't change too much. He's a 17 year old yellow bellied slider, and the reluctant leader of the group of young heroes.

Leo initially wanted to go solo and explore the surface by himself. He wanted to challenge himself as a ninja and didn't want his little brothers to tag along and drag him down.

But Splinter convinced him to bring his brothers along, and after a near death experience with an escaped mutant, he realized how well they worked together and officially decided to lead the team. He was never appointed leader, but as the oldest he felt obliged to and takes charge at every opportunity. Which leads him to being a slightly overprotective, paranoid workaholic.

But that doesn't mean he's a complete stick in the mud. Despite living in the sewers for most of his life, he's the most charming and witty of the turtles. He's a total flirt (usually fails at it though).

He's also extremely traditional and later on wears a belt with the Hamato clan symbol (either that or a henna tattoo, haven't really decided).

His weapon of choice is a tachi blade passed down by Splinter.

~•~

Raphael (nn Raph) a 16 year old Loggerhead Sea Turtle and the only non freshwater turtle. His backstory is different, since he was mutated separate from his brothers. He was taken from an aquarium as an egg and experimented on before he was found by Splinter.

He's less of a hothead, more crude and sarcastic who frequently teases his siblings (mostly Leo) like the caring brother he is. He has a bit of a temper still, but it's reserved for fighing villains and when he's provoked by them.

Because of his species, he needs to be hydrated. For instance he sleeps in a kiddie pool, and during trips topside he brings several water bottles with him at all times. It's only until later that Donnie constructs him with some water device (maybe a backpack of some sorts) to keep hydrated. Sea turtles can survive on land but he still needs water.

His weapon of choice is twin sai, however they might be upgraded to a trident idk.

~•~

Donatello (nn Donnie or Dee) is a 15 year old Diamondback terrapin. He's the most quiet and reserved of his brothers, rarely ever speaking unless needed to. He's more of a bookworm than a natural born scientist at first, only really using his talents for inventing later on. His skills improve over time essentially.

He's extremely shy and the most anxious around meeting any new allies- especially the humans such as April and Casey. When he gets overwhelmed, he often hides in his shell and has to be comforted by one of his brothers. But he grows to be more confident thanks to Raph's reassurance and more time spent with people, he becomes the sass master we know and love.

His weapon of choice is a metal bō staff with a converted naginata blade.

(Side note: Donnie has always been my favorite so I picked him to be a diamond back terrapin- my state's reptile.)

~•~

Michelangelo (nn Mikey or Angie) is a 14 year old painted turtle (I know I'm soooo creative) . Personality wise, he's relatively the same. He's the most social of his brothers next to Leo and loves making new friends- especially with other mutants.

Since he's the youngest, he's also pretty immature and naive, but he isn't dumb. He has an innocent viewpoint of the world and always assumes the best in others, even the villains that they face. He just wants to be accepted most of all.

Talent wise, he loves gymnastics, baking, and painting. He loves to paint on his shell especially and make it look pretty.

His weapon of choice is nunchucks, with confetti smoke bombs provided by Donnie.

~•~

#tmnt #prospect 100 #redesign tmnt #charverse #ayyy #donatello #leonardo #raphael #michelangelo #teenage mutant ninja turtles #your future starts now #digital art #contest entry

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lovelahela · 4 years

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❛ high road ❜ ─ mother of the year.

⇢ entry for choices march challenge ! @choicesmarchchallenge

⇢ pairing: hailey young + astra young, thomas mendez x mc (hailey young)

⇢ genre: fluff, humour

⇢ prompt: high road ++ kindness

⇢ description: in which astra is paired up with ajax for a school project and seeks life lessons from her mother on how to deal with it.

⇢ word count: 1597

⇢ notes: i’m going to try my best to participate at least every other day if not every day for the rest of the month in hope of spreading positivity during these difficult times. i really do hope i'll manage to put a smile on someone's face and these dark moments just a little bit easier.

if you want to be put on my moty tag list, tell me!

❛ it's my way or the high way! ❜

❛ that... is not what i meant when i told you to take the high road, sweetie. ❜

Soft laughter and the aromatic scent that insinuated the presence of baked goods in the outdated oven filled the quaint apartment on a sunny Sunday afternoon. A brunette with a petite frame struggled against the hold of a noticeably taller and broader man wearing the goofiest grin on his handsome face. Hailey shrieked in surprise when Thomas smeared the coccoa filled batter across her rosy cheeks.

"You've crossed a line! THIS MEANS WAR!" She emitted a surprisingly powerful battlecry for such a small woman, shocking her captor into released her from his arms. He stared at her for a few seconds, dumbfounded, before he burst into laughter so genuine that Hailey's feigned angry expression softened into one of admiration and awe.

Thomas braced himself against the counter and his shoulders and entire body shook as sounds of joy interrupted the short period of silence. A small smile stretched her small, plump lips and eyes the colour of rich soil sparkled with fondness. Once his laughter died down, he coughed awkwardly upon noticing her staring and their closeness, and he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Uh — you have a pretty strong battlecry for someone so tiny." He grinned yet again, a playful glint in his steel blue-gray eyes.

Hailey whacked his shoulder jokingly. "Rude! I'm not that short, for a Korean woman."

"Emphasis on the for a Korean part." She poked his ribs, receiving a surprised yelp as a response. He raised his arms defensively. "Okay, okay, I'll stop teasing. Wouldn't wanna lose you — people of your stature are in short supply."

Hailey gasped, but couldn't fight the wide smile that practically stretched from ear to ear. "You did not!"

"You're right, I didn't." He looked at her with a wicked expression. "I wouldn't dare insult you — you're a little intimidating — and yet very good at small talk!"

She squealed in mocked offense and slapped his rather muscular arm multiple times, ignoring the fact that he showed little to no reaction to her attempted physical attacks. "You're just jealous you'd never be able to measure up to someone as amazing as me!"

Thomas cackled evilly at her choice of words. "You know what, Hailey Bear? You're right. I might need to knock myself down a few inches. Maybe lower my expectations a little bit."

At that point, she couldn't fight the giggles that bubbled out of her lips against her will. "I walked myself into that one!" Her laughter bounced off the words, chaotic and jovial, but like a melody to his ears. While he appeared distracted with her, she seized the opportunity to smear batter across his cheeks in retaliation. He gasped, pointing an accusatory finger at her.

"Traitor!" He lunged at her menacingly, and with a surprised squeal, Hailey attempted to flee from impending doom. However, he was too fast for her, and grabbed her arm with a satisfied "aha!"

Without realizing his own strength, he pulled her body up against his own, suddenly putting mere centimetres between their faces. Granted, she had to tilt her head upwards to fully look him in his widened eyes — which she realized were rather gorgeous up close. His lips were parted, shocked by the sudden turn of events, and his breathing was laboured as his heart hammered against his ribcage.

A fuzzy feeling that, as much as she hated to admit it, only ever showed up around the adorable yet dorky lawyer settled in Hailey's stomach. Blood rushed to her already reddened cheeks and ears as she tried to ignore the feeling of her chest pressed against hers. They were either too shocked to move, or they didn't want to — maybe a little bit of both.

The sound of a door being flung open snapped them back into reality, and they sprung apart from each other. The two dissolved into a fit of embarased coughs, each avoiding the other's gaze. Two small girls shuffled into the living room, oblivious to the tension between their parents. Luz, Thomas's fiesty daughter with lovely, curly hair had her arms crossed across her chest defiantly with a determined look on her adorably scrunched up face. However, Hailey's daughter Astraea, whose messy bangs shielded her eyes shamefully and gloomily, had her shoulders slumped in defeat. Hailey's motherly instincts kicked in almost immediately, completely forgetting her previous interactions with Thomas.

She rushed forward and kneeled down, gently placing her hands on her petite child's shoulders. A frown distorted her gentle features. "Hey, hey, what's wrong, sweetie?"

Though her voice was calm, it was laced with concern. Thomas furrowed his eyebrows worriedly and glanced at Luz for an explanation.

"Astra's still sad that she got partnered with that buttface August for our science project."

"Luz! Language!"

"Hey! You weren't supposed to tell!" Astraea pouted at her best friend's betrayal, bottom lip quivering inconspicuously. Hailey almost didn't notice it.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, Rocket?" The corners of Astraea's lips quirked upwards at the use of the nickname her mother and her beloved neighbour Levi began calling her, but the smile faded as quickly as it came.

"I didn't want you to talk to the teachers, or anything. People will think I'm a snitch — and snitches get stitches," she whimpered, ashamed of keeping it a secret from her mother.

"That — that assbutt will get stitches if he doesn't watch out!" yelled Luz angrily.

Hailey bit down her laugh when Thomas choked on thin air behind her, imagining the horrified look on his face. "WHERE ARE YOU LEARNING THOSE WORDS?"

"Look, August may be a little mean — " she ignored the scoff from Luz, knowing she couldn't truly express what she thought about that little twerp " — but he wouldn't risk failing to bully you. If he tries to annoy or tease you, just take the high road. Do you know what that means?"

Astraea thought back to the time she heard her mother use a similar phrase when talking to someone on the phone, and scrunched up her face in determination with an exaggerated nod. "Yep! Thanks, mom!"

Hailey ruffled her daughter's shoulder-blade-length, jet black hair and fixed the bangs so she could see her beautiful irises, a warm brown with specks of a soft blue you could spot if you looked hard enough. After her messy divorce with her ex-husband Guy Ledford, those blue specks reminded her of his despicable eyes until Astraea made them her own.

Once the duo rushed back into Astra's bedroom, Hailey stood up and absentmindedly turned to face Thomas. Nervous butterflies ate at her insides as memories of their exchanged flooded her mind.

"I — Uh — We — "

" I mean — Um — We could — "

Upon accepting that neither of them could formulate a full, coherent sentence, they let out a single cough simultaneously and resumed their baking activities, subtly smiling to themselves despite their flaming cheeks.

The following day, Hailey drived to Bernhardt academy, anxious about seeing how Astraea handled her day with the pompous child that made her put up with incessant teasing and occasional bullying. Her blood boiled whenever she thought of him and his mother, Vanessa Blackwood, who had been throwing comments with underlying hints of racism and homophobia at her. Although his twin brother Ajax was more bearable, he was too meek.

The students began filing out of the school and ran into their parents' waiting arms. Hailey stood on her tiptoes, her eyes scanning the crowd of little ones to find her own. Finally, she spotted Astraea walking out in a fast pace, arguing with a familiar boy while clutching her books against her chest in a knuckle-whitening grip. Hailey frowned at the sight of the two bickering heatedly and waited for them to get closer to listen to their conversation. Luz and Thomas walked up beside her.

"Everything okay, Hails?" asked Thomas gently, his arm around his child's shoulder. Said child cracked her knuckles menacingly while glaring at the bully walking beside her approaching best friend. "Time to kick some butt!"

He sighed, but decided against scolding her for the time being.

"You're wrong! That would be totally uncool! We should build an airplane!" argued August relentlessly as his brother trailed behind him nervously.

Finally, Astraea whirled around and glared at him fiercly, very red-faced and teeth clenched.

"For the last time, the theme isn't aerodynamics!" The volume of her voice heightened with each uttered word, drawing the fleeting attention of near parents and children. Hailey gaped at the sight of her sweet little daughter snapping at someone, and despite the proud feeling that welled up inside of her, she warned her like any other responsible adult would do, in theory. "Astra! Inside voices!"

Even August appeared shocked at her outburst. "You can't talk to me like that!"

"Yes, I... I can!" Her voice and resolve wavered at his equally furious and intimidating gaze, worrying her mother. However, she squared her shoulders and retorted confidently. "It's... It's my way or the high way!"

No one spoke for the following seconds, unsure of what to say at her uncharacteristic choice of words. Upon processing the context behind them, Hailey snorted, earning a look of disapproval from Thomas while Luz whooped in approval at Astraea's decision to stand up for herself aggressively.

She cracked an involuntary smile, beaming proudly at her daughter. "That... is not what I meant when I told you to take the high road, sweetie."

#moty #playchoices #moty choices #choices fanfic #choicesmarchchallenge #thomas mendez #mother of the year #thomas x mc #thomas mendez x mc

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