#Disculpa la molestia

[latinashepard]

Ummmmm disculpa por la molestia, pero...... no pude evitar leer uno de tus tags donde dices que.... uno de sus candidatos presidenciales tiene 5 clones de su perro? ????? ??????????? Eso es de verdad?

todo verdad nada de mentira

#ask

[tarjapearce]

Hola! This is my first time talkin' here (Ay Dios mio que vergüenza tengo jsjsjjs) but here a thing i am curious: Jess in Soccer Family has her child ? Or she will get the child soon? Or just a no for now? Since well she is pregnant in the movie ofc. If she does, maybe like mama by her experience with raising children can help Jess. (Vamos digo, Jess es BFF con Mama so, why not?)

Ay coño disculpa la molestia pero es para saber 😭💀

¿Pero porqué la pena, amix? 🤭❤️. Acá no existe tal cosa.

As for Jess, She does has her baby. Mama was the first one in getting pregnant. Then MJ followed when Gabi was around 10 years and then Jess.

In the Soccer Fam AU, Mayday and Benji have the same age, Jessica's baby is a 1 year old.

For Jessica and MJ things regarding babies came a bit tricky (Since we all know what happened between Peter and MJ) and Jessica was still preggers in the movie.

And also work and other business made things difficult for her. I have the head canon that Jessica takes her time regarding such important decision. That's why her baby is the youngest among the three ~.

(Actually, MJ wanted a baby as soon as Gabi turned one years old 🥹 but issues with Peter ensued) And Jess at the time was too focused in her career since she broke up with her boyfriend. But years later meets her husband ✨

Hope this helps!

#talking with t✨ #mama o'hara #mj watson #jessica drew #soccer family ⚽🕷️

[riddler-green]

Hola, espero que estés bien<3! Acabo de descubrir tu perfil y me gustó mucho como escribes 💚💚, me gustaría pedirte una idea que he tenido por mucho tiempo y es sobre que somos l@s espos@s de Bruce Wayne y Riddler nos secuestra, espero no sea molestia !

I am at your side

Summary: You are Bruce Wayne's partner and by chance you end up at the Riddler's side.

Edward Nashton x Reader x Platonic!Bruce Wayne

A/n: hola mucho gusto! una gran disculpa por la tardanza! pero realmente tomé varias semanas en pensar como escribir estoo… realmente me tomé libertad creativa jeje, entonces espero que lo disfruteeeesssss….. muchas gracias!! lamento si no hay mucha interacción amorosa pero estoy escribiendo otra parte donde se desarrolle la relación de Edward y Reader. o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o

Warning: I tried to write this fanfic with as little violence as possible, kidnapping! obsessive behavior, stalking, a hint of stockholm syndrome, description of grappling/fighting. If I have missed something else to mention, please let me know.

Words: 5,680

The first time Edward saw you was through a photo.

More specifically in a magazine photo, he gazed at you and admired you for several hours, you were on the cover with a soft smile looking straight at the camera, standing in a simple setting of a solid color, Edward thinks that the clothes you wore for that shoot cost more than his entire apartment complex. His first impression beyond finding you beautiful was an anger, an unpleasant feeling when he realizes how rich you are, you are part of Gotham's aristocracy, that select few people who make money based on other people's suffering, that boiled Edward's blood.

Why are you not alone in that picture, but with someone else.

Bruce Wayne, the prince of Gotham, remains completely serious, his face, his posture screams elegance as always, the two of them being the main title of the magazine. 

They are getting married. 

Edward almost crumpled the magazine in anger, a wave of anger he now doesn't know how it came, he admired the only Wayne alive, the man who runs one of the city's businesses, but he can no longer think the same way, his trust has been betrayed, the Wayne's have failed him since he was a child, he realized it since he discovered the true intentions of the renovation.

Why after all, the Wayne get a happy life, Bruce how could he get such a beautiful couple like you? look again at the cover, both you and Burce didn't look each other in the eyes like a couple in love, your hands were barely gently intertwined.

It didn't take him long to research, to find out everything you've done, who your family is, where you went to school, who your best friends are, everything about you he absorbed until he found nothing. He had a hard time admitting it at first, the fact that he became obsessed with you by mere accident, you were his next target, he had several plans to do you justice, send you a letter bomb along with your husband, poison you, or maybe throw you off a building. 

All those plans were thrown overboard when he became more attached to you, you impressed him with your anonymous donations to various institutions, you even donated to Arkham Hospital, he knows this because he spied on your bank account. Despite knowing many aspects of your life he still finds you mysterious, you don't go out to the parties of Gotham's rich young men who spend all their money on alcohol, but like your husband, you both keep an extremely low profile.

Edward goes back to the magazine stand to see if he has any luck finding you in some of the articles or on the covers, he stands still looking at a cover of a reputable magazine, but frowns to see the full picture.

It's you, but with your husband, again. 

Edward sighs in disappointment, you always have to be with Bruce.

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Bruce is a rigid, stoic, and even mean-spirited man at worst, and he's been your husband for several months now, but the friendship you've maintained has been going on for several years. You are still surprised that the press doesn't know that the marriage was something entirely done for the benefit of your family's company and Wayne's company.

You lower your eyes as you remember that you didn't marry for love, at least you are comforted that you married your best friend and not a stranger. You remember the awkward moment when the two of you had to kiss at the wedding, you almost vomit at that event as you can't think of Bruce as a husband, he's like your brother. And like the way he looked at you you know he didn't like that kiss either.

"You should be sleeping" Bruce's voice woke you up completely, you looked at him with tired eyes and went back to watching the news on the TV of his lair full of Bats, you don't answer him and he didn't expect you to say anything either, he takes off his helmet to let you see his face half-covered with black dust, and turns to his computer to write a new report of the night.

You get up from the couch you placed near the TV for more comfort to approach him "Now who are you looking for?" you ask him with sleepy amusement and he continues typing without looking at you "A killer, his name is from The Riddler" he gives you a short answer and your smile "wow, he likes riddles?" Bruce finishes his report and puts away his notepad and glances at you "You have no idea how much he likes them" his seriousness makes you stop smiling.

"I think I saw it on the news...he killed the mayor didn't he?" Bruce nods at your doubt "He may be going after politicians, maybe corporate heads, maybe even we're on his list".

You get scared at the mere thought of the Riddler wanting to kill you, you unconsciously swallow your saliva, he is ruthless and bloody, you saw how the mayor was left with his head wrapped in tape and a thumb cut off.

"We must be careful..." you said and Bruce doesn't respond with the words but offered you one of his hands and you take it lovingly, a way to reassure you. 

 "I won't give in to the threat of a killer like him, I won't let him kill any more people" assures the man who still has his full bat suit, you look at him hopefully and trust his words.

You just want this to end.

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Bruce yawns slightly as he walks into the main room where he finds Alfred reading the paper and drinking tea. The butler bids him good afternoon and he sits down at the round table with gothic decor while putting on his sunglasses, quickly noticing you were gone.

Bruce asks Alfred about you and he replies that you had to attend a meeting with Wayne Enterprise's accountants to see some altercations, the man with sunglasses relaxes and concentrates on his freshly prepared breakfast, he needs to investigate more about the green-masked assassin.

Hours later and Bruce realizes what time it is, so engrossed in his documents and puzzles he has to solve, the clues and the murders have him detached from time. 

He realizes you're not back.

He calls you on the phone but you don't answer, he tries to reach you for several minutes, but you never answer.

But you never answer.

He leaves his lair to look for Alfred, he hasn't seen you either since you left, worrying the man with sunglasses, Bruce doesn't need more words to leave his tower to look for you.

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You open your eyes wide leaving your sleep behind.

You blink slowly, but, when you fall asleep in the first place...your body feels numb, or rather, numb and bound. you shake but there's not much you can do, you feel duct tape down your legs and wrists through your clothes.

"Wake up...wake up...wake up" an unfamiliar voice takes your sleep away completely, you give a shout of surprise but it is silenced by a piece of cloth in your mouth, you swear your eyes might pop out from how wide you opened them, the first thing you notice is that the place you are in, is too dark that you don't look at anything, not even at the person who woke you up.

Fear runs rampant through your veins that you almost fall into a panic attack from the overwhelming feeling that you are in a completely unknown place, against your will and you admit that you are afraid of what will happen to you.

"Breath, you look like you're going to have a heart attack," a voice tells you with an amused tone, you try to look for that voice, for that person who is hidden among the darkness of the place, who is it?  "Hh, I think you can't see me, wait for a second" you hear some things moving, a creaking chair, and the other things you can't recognize, suddenly the room got light, you closed your eyes because of the exposure to the brightness of the spotlight, but before you had time to get used to the light someone moves you from your original position, thus realizing that you are tied up and sitting on a swivel chair. 

You open your eyes and look at him, you don't know who he is, or why he is dressed like that, and as strange as it sounds, the only thing you can see through the mask he is wearing and his glasses are his eyes, eyes very different from anyone you have ever seen before, is it madness what you see in front of you? 

He is standing in front of you, his breaths are deep and loud, green, and he is covered with completely green clothes, your limbs start to tremble at the sight of how the man is dressed as if he were an executioner.

You and the man stare at each other for a long time, as if it were a staring contest "Hello!" he greets you, closing his eyes and smiling behind his mask. You felt that his greeting was more than ironic and your concern grows more and more, who the hell is he? 

He remains observant but you already avoided his gaze, before you panic again he leaves your side laughing, you take advantage and look around, everything looks blurry and opaque you realize between tears you don't even know when you started to cry, the whole place was covered with papers and files and books.

The unknown man sings in a low voice a song that for you is not soothing, all this terrifies you, you recognized the melody from the man's mouth, and the bird Mary comes out as if it were a church choir, this seems more bizarre than before. You struggle again, moving your wrists to create some friction but you have simply been tied too tightly and have made no difference to the tape being removed from your limbs.

The other person in the room turns to look at you to watch your attempts to escape and stops his humming to stay silent, when you realize he was looking at you you stop moving in fright, tears coming out of you that your nose starts to get stuffed up from the snot caused by you sobbing, you looked up to feel something other than the duct tape on your body.

"Hey, hey, hey" he calls out to you approaching you again and kneeling to be at your level, being near him only causes you intense terror "I'm sorry we met like that" he speaks softly making your sobbing calm down "just, I wanted to see you" he admits shamelessly, he rubs his gloved hands towards your arms, he says nothing but keeps looking at you as if he's watching you from close.

You squint your eyes in confusion, no matter how much you search your head for the memory of who this person could be there is no one similar to him. "I want to hear you," he said, getting up from the floor to remove the gag in your mouth.

You screamed as an instinct, you screamed so much that you wouldn't be surprised if your vocal cords were damaged but despite screaming with all your effort, he who holds you captive just looks at you curiously, you scream for help, you scream for someone to notice you and rescue you from all this, you scream for all the anguish.

But nothing happened.

"It's okay" he stands near you talking to you in such a calm tone "Scream all you want," he says softly you hear him between your moans "No one can hear you anyway" You instantly shut up because of what he said, you dared to look him in the eyes to see if he was serious.

He kept staring at you, your eyes and he kept looking at each other "Who are you?" you whisper in a raspy voice without leaving the staring contest, he smiles "You know who I am".

You notice the question mark on his chest, you'd seen it before, somewhere...sometime, but where? Where? 

The realization hits you like a bucket of cold water, of course, you've seen him, in the news, in the papers, in Bruce's relentless searches to capture him, the politician killer, the one who killed Don Mitchell, it can't be.

"Riddler...you... You are" you can barely utter from the deep fear he has just provoked in you, you don't care that you look like a coward, your skin bristles from the fear rising in you again "Are you going to kill me?" you ask him horrified but already knowing the answer he would say, a terrible <yes> from him.

"Kill you?" he hesitates to utter the word with distaste, in the past, he seriously thought about it, but now you are in his heart for a long time "I would never do such a thing!" he confesses surprised of your question as if it was an obvious thing, you kept silent and he hasn't stopped looking at you "Oh Jesus" he exclaimed sighing "you are so beautiful " he whispered seeing your whole being, his look made you so uncomfortable that you turn your head so he would stop looking at you.

You have no idea what is happening, maybe he won't kill you but he will put a cage on your head with hungry rats since he has done it after all, you clench your fists to keep yourself strong, you don't want to cry more than necessary, not being in front of him. But what can you do in this situation? You're tied up and scared, your breathing still hasn't calmed down and you look like you're going to pass out again from the shock of your situation.

You just hope Bruce notices your disappearance and beats the crap out of this madman. The Riddler stops looking at you, perhaps noticing your discomfort "If you don't want to kill me then...what do you want?" you question him hesitantly, he remains silent not knowing what to answer you only hear his noisy breaths through the mask.

"I..uh..." he stammers nervously searching for the most convenient words in his mind "No one buys me but they would steal me with a look, useless to one but invaluable to two What can I be?" he repeats the riddle in a low voice but you manage to hear him and your eyes widen in surprise and fear flashes in your eyes.

Your expression of displeasure is evident, as Bruce told you in the past, this man is crazy about riddles, so much so that he knows an infinity of them by heart, that he is giving you a simple riddle baffles you "Love...it's love" you answer him with discouragement.

"Right!" he compliments you in a cheerful and energetic voice, you feel extremely strange and confused, you didn't expect The Riddler to be like this, you don't want to get on his bad side so you answered his riddle.

"Well..." he stammered with joy mixed with agitation, he was still staring at you of course "Oh! you must be hungry!" he walks away from your side and you just look at him who is heading to the kitchen of the place you are in, as he walks away he sees the room again. There were endless books and papers wasted everywhere, it also had too many things placed on the walls, documents, pictures, and endless things that only make you more uneasy about the man who kidnapped you.

On your right side, you see a yellowish light, a closed window, and a rifle specifically placed pointing at a part of the window.

You paled at the sight of the gun, but at the same time you found it to be the quickest way out, an escape, but you have a problem, your restraints.

When the riddler returns he brings with him a plate and a glass of water with a straw "Here you must be thirsty!" he puts down the plate with what you see is a dessert, he brings the glass close to you making the straw reach your mouth. You look at it completely dumbfounded, you never thought this would happen, it's like it's a strange dream that you haven't woken up yet, but oh, this is more than real.

You take the water warily, expecting the water to taste weird but it didn't turn out that way, you drank the water until it was almost gone and the riddler puts the glass away to put it on his desk "Well, I'd like you to try this, it's a pumpkin pie from my favorite coffee shop" he takes a piece of the pie and brings it towards your mouth, the state of shock still didn't leave your body so you accepted the post and ate it. 

Just like the water the dessert tastes good, although it doesn't take away the possibility that it is poisoned with something. While you chew the portions of the pie, you look sideways at your kidnapper, his anxious look does not change in the slightest, it is as if he feels happy with the mere fact that you are by his side. Honestly, that makes you uneasy, you are at his beck and call, he is unpredictable, at any moment he could drop that loving facade to start torturing you. 

"It's tasty right?" he asks you and you nod, you don't have the energy to scream again.

He remains silent as he puts down the plate with the remainder of the pie and drags a chair to sit in front of you "Wow...I don't know what to say" the masked man admits, his nervousness is evident now that you take the time to look at him. Reflecting deeply on your next steps, falling into fear won't work for you, and neither will insulting him get to anything more than him getting angry.

Your head feels quite dizzy at the exposure of danger "Why am I here? " you ask him as if it were a plea, it hasn't been more than an hour since you woke up. 

From the other perspective, Edward thinks of an answer to your question, now that he has you in front of him he doesn't know how to proceed, yes, he knows how to knock someone unconscious, he has done it to several politicians and people who deserved it, but this is the first time he has taken someone he loves, someone he doesn't want to hurt. He scolds himself for the lack of organization in his plan, he should have checked every detail. For the moment he has acted like a teenage student talking to his crush but what else does he want to do with you?

"Everyone has been lying to you," he told you with a more serious tone, you listened attentively but no longer looked directly at him "What are you talking about?" you slowly duck your head when you hear him suddenly stand up.

"Your husband, Bruce Wayne'' he pronounces the man's name with total aberration "he hasn't been lying to everyone, the renovation has been nothing but a lie!" his voice rises higher making you close your eyes, Edward noticing that apologizes and continues with his explanation "I tried to expose it in a good way you know? I warned them but what did they do? they completely ignored me and I already lost my patience..." he focuses completely on the files stuck on the walls "But you... you are different" his voice sweetens when he addresses you, you open your eyes from shock and he continues talking "I know who you are, I know what you have done for this city, the only sincere thing in that whole fucking ball of hypocrites is you".

This time you look up willingly to see him, the one who is talking is not the riddler, it's someone else, the person who is hidden in all those layers of green clothes and that mask "Who are you?" he seemed to understand what you meant and he stopped talking, he knows he is a total danger if you see his face, he would be finished if you knew his identity, but he can't help but answer all your doubts, he is really weak towards you, the insecure and fearful look you give him destroy him so much, he doesn't want you to look at him as a monster. 

The only thing he does is take off his mask, he strips it off in front of you, and the man's facial expression changes completely to an embarrassed one, his face is not the most beautiful and he recognizes it, you feel less scared as you see a more human face, something less terrifying, the revelation of the man's face with question mark surprised you so much that it takes you a few seconds to come back to reality 

"I'm Edward" he sits in the other chair in the room, he laughs uncomfortably at your lack of speech "Hello Edward..." your voice sounds puzzled by the impromptu introduction.

"I think what you mean...about the renovation...I was briefed on that today" You blurt out bits of information from the meeting you attended today to discuss that topic with Bruce's group of accountants, you see Edward's reaction, he just sighs with a distressed face "How sluggish" he replies angrily.

Surprisingly you answer him in a low voice "Yes..." You don't know the unusual effect that is causing you the fact that you are getting a little comfortable with Edward, his way of talking and acting and his notorious docility to be with you, his total confidence in showing his face and feeding you. Plus his nerdy boy who doesn't hurt a fly look doesn't help.

Edward relaxes in his seat not taking his eyes off of you of course "You were that KMTJ informant" he nods at your assumption but is less pleased at the mention of his former job "I used to work there, but I found out everything".

"Shit" you curse at everything that's going on, you don't want to have a shred of empathy for this man who treats you like you've known each other for years... the sticky feeling of the tape keeps reminding you that he's here by force, you look behind where Edward is sitting, his collage of photos and newspapers.

There are pictures of magazine covers you took months ago with Bruce for the promotion of his wedding, Bruce's face is crossed out with black marker leaving only your smiling face, there are pictures of the Wayne family and also of your family, pictures of business meetings, pictures of your graduation.

Finally, you see a strange photo with text written on it 

<I know what you did>.

In the photo were Bruce's parents, Thomas and Martha Wayne, a little Bruce, and another unknown boy forming part of a choir staring at the camera, with a solemn and calm look, you can't turn your eyes away from the photo, you find familiar the boy with glasses in the photo "Is that you?" you said quietly still examining the photo as if it was a key to some puzzle you want to formulate in your mind.

Edward turns to look at the same picture and sighs, pressing his lips together to turn to you "Yes...it's me" he admits with difficulty, the sadness is obvious on his face. You both fall into silence and you hate it, now you are overcome with intrigue as to who this person is.

"That picture...when did it happen?" he shakes his head as he listens to you "I don't want to talk about it, ok?" he smiles but doesn't convince you, however, you decide to leave the conversation.

Again you sink into silence, unfortunately, you want to know more about that mysterious photo and the person in front of you, Edward...if it's a real name is everything you didn't expect from someone like the riddle.

Edward saw you with more notoriety, it looked like this was going to go on for hours.

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Time seems to be moving slower and slower, your limbs still felt numb and your body was starting to ache from the sitting position you are in, the pain in your head increased making you close your eyes, but it relaxes you to be in silence since you came here. 

Edward talked about so many things you don't remember now, you just listened to him and he babbled on ecstatic that you were his audience, he talked about how he knew about the renewal, how he met you, and what it was like to work for the KMTJ, a one-sided conversion, at some point in the night he fell asleep right next to you without realizing it, you waited for an hour in silence making sure he is asleep, you looked at his face with his eyes closed and at rest, you turned to see the rifle still pointed at the window showing that it is night.

You look at Edward very carefully and struggle with your legs and wrists again, only one thing comes to your mind which is to take off the tape that with the passing of the hours its glue decreases, besides it covers your clothes and not your skin, you don't take your eyes off Edward, who is still asleep. You raise your wrists and hit them toward your stomach, you do that movement again and you notice that little by little your wrists are free of the tape. you smile completely lucky to get out of the tape that was holding you.

You see the man dressed in green again, his eyes are still closed and inside you squeal with joy that he didn't wake up.

Standing near Edward's desk you search through his tools for something sharp and pick up a small green box cutter, silently you cut the piece of tape on your legs.

Damn, it looks fucking easy to leave.

With your limbs freed you slowly get up from your chair and walk towards the rifle near the window, you could already feel your sweet freedom in just a few steps, already near the rifle you hear an angry shout from Edward.

Your first instinct was to run and grab the rifle in your sweaty hands from panic and fear, you turned around in time to face Edward just awake and with a completely unrecognizable look of anger. You opened your eyes and the gun feels heavier and heavier between your hands, you raise the rifle aiming it at Edward who moved closer to you

"Back off!" you yell at him, you had never touched a gun in your life, and you don't even know if it has bullets or safety but Edward's expression changed from anger to fear in a second, giving you a bit of courage, but suddenly his fearful eyes turned into ones full of sadness, his face soured and he started crying in front of you.

That made you weaken your grip on the gun, you didn't expect this to be his reaction, you had the feeling that he will rush towards you to take the gun away.

But now, simply the man who calls himself the riddler and whose appearances were more than macabre, lies in front of you with his hands raised, his face swollen, cheeks and nose blushing from sobbing, you looked at him stunned and he wouldn't stop crying, in your mind you only tell yourself that it's a way to manipulate you so you give him the gun and he can tie you up again in tape.

But, shit, you feel sorry for him, your heart shrinks for seeing such a scene, and his voice breaks "Please, please, don't go" he manages to say between his wails, his shrieks transmit an immeasurable anguish.

"Don't cry!" you shout at him sharply pointing again, Edward lifts his head and looks at the mess he has become, tears are still falling from his eyes but he has stopped shrieking.

"You kidnapped me! You tied me up! What did you expect, that I would love you?" you scream at him taking out all your pain and anguish, he keeps silent but looks you straight in the eyes, very different from the other times you have seen each other in the course of your stay here, he opened his eyes completely, you see his irises in different shades of blue and green.

"Is your name even Edward?" your question is no longer loud or outrageous, if not full of torment.

"I don't know, I don't know my real name," he says wiping away his tears "Edward, Patrick, the Riddler, I don't care" names that some people called him , sometimes he questions his own identity, who he is.

"What do you mean?" you keep pointing at Edward as you start walking without taking your eyes off the bespectacled man sitting on the floor "Edward is the name I was given at the orphanage I grew up in" he reveals in a guarded voice.

You stop your pace noticing what he just said "Orphanage? Are you talking about the Gotham orphanage?" he nods his head in disgust at the mere memory of his hell, you know what it implies that he was one of those little ones who suffered from the old orphanage that used to be a Wayne home, you read the news about the little help, the mistreatment, and the poor support.

You shake your head "I don't believe you" You refuse to think that this man survived the orphanage, the orphanage fire, everything, the man in front of you looks perfectly like a normal person.

"Don't believe me, look at the picture" he points to the picture you paid attention to, him being near the Waynes, you look closely at the picture and see that it is not a common picture if not a sheet was torn from a newspaper <The Wayne's visit Gotham's orphanage!> as a scoop title.

Before you saw Edward again he had already run towards you, you were too slow in firing the gun he threw you down hard, and you took seconds to respond from the impact of falling to the ground, Edward completely hogged you trying to pull the gun away from you and trap you with his body.

You stretch out one of your arms to grab the rifle but Edward pulls it further away from you and screams in frustration.

"Why?" you manage to shout at him amidst the scuffle on the floor "Why me?!" you don't even know what you're asking anymore, the mixture of overwhelming feelings made you spit out questions "I LOVE YOU!! Don't you understand?" he answers you on top of you with the same impatience as yours.

Before you bit one of his hands you both stop abruptly at insistent knocks on the apartment door.

Edward froze staring in the direction of the door, while you take advantage of his distraction to break away from him and grab the rifle "BATMAN!" you shouted with the rifle back in your hands and Edward pales at your shout, the door shakes at the insistent knocking of someone wanting to get in.

Edward doesn't know what to do and you turn to him again "Go away! " you order him pointing the gun and he gets up from the floor without stopping looking at you with confusion "I said go away! " you keep insisting breaking Edward's shock, without thinking twice he runs to the only window of the apartment but before he went out he looks at you for the last time, he didn't say anything to you, just that habit of seeing you comfort him.

The door is finally forced open and you shoot towards a wall out of fright, Edward jumps out the window and disappears without a word.

You perceive Bruce's cape, or rather, Batman when he approaches you to see if you are hurt "Batman!" you call him relieved releasing the rifle and letting it fall on the floor, Bruce looks everywhere looking for the idiot who kidnapped you, but he is nowhere to be found "he escaped" you inform him with a deep and quick breath, for the first time since he came in he turns to see you.

You open your arms to hug Batman, oh god, you were so scared, the only thing you need right now is the affection of your best friend.

Bruce hugged you back stiffly but at the same time he felt a deep relief to see you alive, he should be following the riddler right now, but he can't leave you alone, you need support.

You smell the metal of his suit, you feel some of his weapons, and the smell the rain and the smoke of the city, you feel so safe in his arms, and you close your eyes to enjoy the moment.

"Where did he go?" he asks you with a voice full of anger, you shake your head and answer him "I don't know".

The two of you stood like that, hugging in the middle of the Ridler's apartment, you open your eyes to turn towards the open window.

Why did you let him go?

Batman slowly separates from you so as not to scare you, with his mask you can't perceive a gleam in his eyes, you only see black "Did he do something to you? Did he hurt you?" as he interrogates you he examines your body up and down and touches your arms and head. 

"He…was good to me…" you tell him without thinking and Batman confused by your statement asks you again "What did he do to you?" he asks more seriously and you answer him again with the same thing.

"He was good to me, " you say hesitantly in your own words, you remain silent as you take the bat's cape and roll up in it, a common habit you do that annoys Bruce, but this time he lets you do it.

Batman looks at you silently looking for possible serious damage, a bruise, and wounds, on the other hand, you close your eyes and wrap yourself in the tranquility that Bruce's presence causes you "He was good to me.. "you tell him again with a tired tone.

Thank you very much for reading! And sorry for the mistakes!*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.

#the riddler x reader #dano riddler x reader #paul dano x reader #riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #bruce wayne x reader

[equipo]

Cambia, todo cambia

🌟 Novedades

Ya no es posible incluir enlaces en las preguntas anónimas.

Hemos añadido un botón claramente visible para cerrar la vista ampliada de las imágenes en la versión web.

En la versión para navegadores móviles, el menú lateral izquierdo ya no muestra todas las secciones de tu blog principal por defecto, lo que te ayudará a gestionar más fácilmente los secundarios.

Si empiezas un párrafo con el símbolo > en el editor de publicaciones de la versión web y pulsas la barra espaciadora, crearás automáticamente un bloque de texto de cita con sangría en lugar de aplicar el formato de cita normal.

🛠️ Mejoras y solución de problemas

Hemos resuelto un error que causaba que la parte final de las publicaciones apareciera cortada en algunas plataformas, especialmente en los textos largos que incluyen un enlace para seguir leyendo. En algunos casos, es posible que este enlace se haya perdido al arreglar el fallo, pero puedes volver a añadirlo editando la publicación. ¡Sentimos mucho las molestias!

Hemos cambiado la orientación de los iconos para abrir o cerrar las opciones del menú de navegación de la versión web para dispositivos móviles. Si el indicador señala hacia abajo, significa que puedes expandir el submenú; si señala hacia arriba, es que puedes ocultarlo.

Hemos solventado una incidencia que causaba que las publicaciones aparecieran duplicadas en la pestaña «Recientes» de algunas páginas de etiquetas.

Si modificas un bloque de texto en el editor de publicaciones de la versión web y añades el símbolo > al principio, ya no se borrará todo el contenido del bloque.

También en este editor, el menú desplegable para indicar quién puede ver las publicaciones de Post+ ya no se ocultará detrás de los botones flotantes para insertar bloques de contenido en los blogs que tengan esta función activada.

Hemos arreglado un fallo del editor de publicaciones en lote de la versión web, que impedía que quienes tienen permisos de administración en un blog en grupo pudieran modificar varias publicaciones a la vez si estaban intentando hacer cambios en alguna creada por otra persona.

Ya no perderás el punto del Escritorio en el que te encontrabas al compartir una publicación desde él en la versión web para dispositivos móviles de Tumblr.

Al descartar un blog recomendado en algunas secciones de la versión web (como la lista vertical de blogs que se muestra en el lateral de la página), a veces desaparecía, pero volvía a mostrarse al actualizar la página o pasar a otra. Ahora se ocultará correctamente durante al menos una semana o, en el mejor de los casos, para siempre.

🚧 En curso

Algunas de las personas que siguen el blog Radar están sufriendo un error en la pestaña «Contenido que sigues», que les muestra contenido recomendado en lugar de las publicaciones de sus blogs favoritos. Todavía estamos buscando la solución a este problema. Mil disculpas por las molestias que os pueda estar causando.

🌱 Próximamente

Seguimos trabajando para cambiar de sitio el icono de TumblrMart y sustituirlo por el de la cuenta en la aplicación para iOS. ¡Estará disponible en las próximas versiones! Gracias a todas las personas que nos dieron su opinión al respecto.

También estamos haciendo cambios en las publicaciones que incluyen encuestas para que se puedan editar en todas las plataformas; lo único que no será posible modificar serán las encuestas en sí.

¿Tienes algún problema? Envía una solicitud al equipo de asistencia y se pondrán en contacto contigo lo antes posible.

¿Quieres hacernos llegar tus comentarios o impresiones sobre alguna función? Echa un vistazo a nuestro flamante blog Work in Progress y empieza a compartir tus ideas y sugerencias con la comunidad.

¡Y no olvides que puedes consultar todos estos cambios en cualquiera de los idiomas disponibles en Tumblr en los blogs oficiales de los equipos internacionales!

#novedades #solución de errores

[angeutblogo]

Hola disculpa por la molestia jeje, yo quería preguntar si no habría alguna molestia si yo hiciera un fanchild de palette. Obviamente con su permiso y que no haya problemas o algo.

Holaaa~ No pasa nada, tienes toda la libertad de hacer uno o los que quieras, no necesitas pedir permiso 🌼

#answer asks

[boneinator]

Holaaa, disculpa la molestia compatriota, pero me gustaría preguntar sobre cuales materiales usa usted para dibujar en tradicional /signo de pregunta

Helloooo ^^ que se hacía el gringo ahre

Para tradicional uso cualquier lápiz q este tirado en mi casa y alguna goma q sea suave ahí no hay recomendaciones lol, la microfibra para el lineart puede ser cualquiera con tinta q safe y que sea de 0.1 minimetros. Tmb tengo otras más gruesas para el contorno pero ya están medias secas así q no las uso mucho

Después para pintar uso sharpies, pero para más gama de colores tengo otra marca trucha pq no hay plata (los nüwa doble punta / touchnew). Esos tmb traen uno q es solo alcohol para difuminar y tampoco lo uso mucho pero está bueno

Después lápices de colores uso menos así q son los q me han ido regalando de chiquito no tengo recomendaciones ahí,, me tengo q comprar algunos nuevos

Gracias por la pregunta me encanta decir boludeces :]

#sorry to all my non-spanish speaking followers (literally everyone else) we are speaking about something very important rn. /j #rambles

[diariodeunaspie]

Una Navidad me regalaron una muñeca, esta tenía carita redonda, mejillas rojas, cabello ondulado, era de tela muy suave y sus pies podían adecuarse a mi altura. Ni bien la vi, la nombre “Ángela” y me acompañó hasta los treinta años y aunque ya está vieja, está guardada en una caja especial.

Recuerdo que me gustaba abrazarla, que cada noche que iba a dormir debía ubicarla en su respectivo lugar de la cama, abrigarla y acurrucarme a su lado. Me daba seguridad.

Un día, cuando llegué de un mal día de escuela, no la encontré; mi abuelo que vino de visita la puso en una silla y encima colocó almohadas y otros peluches que tenía.

Lloré… exclamé por qué nadie me preguntó primero. Reclamé su espacio de nuevo empujando la maleta de mi abuelo al suelo.

Y me gritaron.

Me llamaron malcriada.

Irrespetuosa.

Que eso no se hace.

Que pida disculpas.

No entendía por qué, aquí a quien le faltaron el respeto era a mí, Ángela era mi preciada muñeca, mi amiga que me cuidaba en las noches.

Aún recuerdo que ese día aprendí que mis prioridades no son las del resto. Que debía callar así me sintiese traspasada.

Era apenas una niña… nunca más volví a abrir la boca si veía que alguien tomaba mis cosas sin preguntarme. Si me molestaba solo hacía fuerza para callarme y tragarme lo que sentía, trabajaba en no mostrar mi incomodidad ni mi molestia.

Aprendí que en vez de hablar… es mejor callar.

Daspie.

#aspergers #autismo #espectro autista #frases #historia #escritos #vida

[elsareyblog]

Hablando de la vez que Armando golpeó a Nicolás, se me hace muy interesante la reacción que tiene ante Mario y lo differente que es ante Betty el día siguiente. Porque cuando Mario le dice que va a tener que disculparse con ella, Armando hasta se indigna de que sugiera eso por más de que es obvio que todo fue culpa de él (aunque creo que aquí su aparente actitud se debe al hecho de que Betty le diera una cachetada siendo él su jefe). En cambio cuando ya habla con Betty, solo es de ver con qué tono de voz, la expresión en su cara de genuino remordimiento y mirada que tiene cuando se disculpa con ella. Lo que más lo delata es que esa fue la única carta que Armando no dejó que Mario leyera (según lo que recuerdo pero puede que me equivoque) porque sabía que era demasiado honesta y desde hace mucho que él había dejado de confiar en Mario con cosas tan íntimas por evitar sus burlas y porque era incapaz de ser honesto consigo mismo todavía.

Cuándo crees tú que Mario se dio cuenta que Armando se estaba enamorando de Betty? He leído la teoría de que la dureza de la carta en parte se debe a que él quería enfatizarle a Armando lo mal que verían todos esa relación aunque también me parece acertado lo que dices acerca de que también quería condicionarlo a seguir con el plan porque sabía que en algún momento de debilidad y más con él lejos, Armando podría echarse para atrás. Lo más interesante de todo esto es que cuando Armando lee la carta, su reacción fue reírse un poco ante el "humor negro" de su amigo pero aparentemente no le importó nada de lo que Mario había escrito. De hecho, su reacción despreocupada fue de lo que más le dolió a Betty ☹️

Holaaa

Mira, la verdad es que la reacción despreocupada de Armando ante la carta de Mario siempre me hizo un poco de ruido. Porque así habría hecho en la etapa previa a haber hecho el amor con Beatriz pero no después. La reacción que habría esperado yo sería algo así como que blanquee las ojos, sacuda su cabeza ante las boludeces que pone en la carta y hasta una leve molestia. Claro que esto no le habría servido a la historia porque se requería que Betty confirmara en las acciones de Armando lo que decía en la carta.

Para mí Mario empezó a imaginar a ambos juntos a modo de burla, para entretenerse a sí mismo desde el principio que ve ahí cierta química y ciertos gestos de él hacia ella. Creo que esa idea le iba divirtiendo más a medida que veía cómo la defendía y todo eso. Luego, con el plan ya en marcha, fue notando la facilidad de su amigo para besarla cada vez con mas naturalidad, sin la necesidad de alcohol o de la foto de adrianita arboleda. Y ya cuando confirma que está enamorado de betty, diría que es al día siguiente del cumpleaños de ella. Lo sabe y lo re contra sabe por las cosas que armando dice y cómo las dice. Sólo hay que ver la cara de mario al escucharlo.

Creo que lo supo desde esos momentos pero, para conveniencia de sus propios fines, a veces actuaba como que no. En fin, todo lo que hace Mario con armando es 90% manipulación y se puede entender por ahí.

Gracias por el ask, espero haber respondido bien tu pregunta! ✨

[beaudngz]

☙ ( @mockingbvrd @binnas ). 𝐯. ocupan la única mesa de la sala de estar. ¿qué hará beau?

sea escéptico o no, chino quizás consideró afortunados los eventos pasados. planeó por meses visitar kyoto, especialmente sus campos y tiendas de tés. gyokuro, solo recordar nombre dibuja placentera sonrisa, descubriendo silueta femenina ocupando lugar anhelado. no usa habitual vestuario, sino vieja camiseta de manga larga y pantalón de chándal. comparado con los demás, beau cubría por completo su cuerpo, permaneciendo apenas a la vista del público sus falanges. dialogar no era su área, exhalando varias veces antes de aproximarse, protegiendo previa emoción detrás de cortés máscara. ' disculpa, ¿sería tan amable de compartir la mesa? ' emplea de modo melódico y sereno, mostrando taza con infusión. ' me gustaría empezar mi día como acostumbro aunque esté lejos de casa. si no es molestia, por supuesto. '

#。﹙ 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩. starters. #mockingbvrd #binnas #gracias por enviar <3 #espero esté bien #feliz tarde

[dearestones]

An Unresponsive Captive (L and Reader)

Warnings: Reader is a criminal, interrogation, discussion of crime, etc. 

Anonymous Request: Una disculpa por mi falta de inglés, espero no ser una molestia.^^

¡Felicidades por los 750 seguidores! Es un número realmente merecido y esperemos siga en aumento.

No tenía seguridad de si yo estaba entendiendo como funcionaba esto de los “prompts”, pero parece que puedo arriesgarme e intentar .

Realmente me gusta la forma en que escribes a L, de algún modo hay algo que simplemente me atrae, así que me preguntaba si podía pedir algo <33

L + “what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say?”

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It never occurred to you that you would end up in an interrogation room, bright white light searing your eyes and a laptop facing you from across the table. In your line of work, it was to be expected that what you were doing was illegal and that there would be people trying to capture you, but that was the thing. Trying. 

You’ve listened to true crime podcasts and watched many documentaries. It was a sad fact, but a fact nonetheless: more often than not, the police were useless and corrupt. Many of the cases you listened to, both the mundane and bizarre, could have been resolved—quickly, you might add—had the police actually done their jobs. 

So, were you particularly perturbed that the police were on your tail? 

No, not really. 

Not many people knew this, but you were part of something greater and that something? That little something had the majority of the police force in the palm of their hands. There might have been a few cops who still upheld the law and tried to hold onto their ideals, but they would be quickly coerced to surrender into the fold. 

And if they weren’t?

Well, they certainly weren’t your problem. 

So, it had been a surprise when out of nowhere, the organization that you were part of had been felled on the inside. Someone small, weak, and unsuspecting had been able to rise through the ranks, managed to document and collect incriminating information. Exactly two weeks before, the information had been leaked and your organization scattered to the four corners of the world like vermin. 

Quickly, you tried to shed your identity and leave for a safe house. Unfortunately, it seemed that your old friends and coworkers must have let loose several secrets. Among those aforementioned secrets, it was who you were, your connections, your role within the organization, and most importantly, where you could be found. 

Two weeks ago, you were free—yet shackled by your loyalty to your organization.

Today, seated in a chair that held you captive in handcuffs, you were caught in a stranglehold. 

In front of you, the laptop’s screen turned white, a gothic looking L appearing before you. 

“Hello. I hope you’ve found the accommodations to your liking.” 

You flinched when you heard the strange distortion of his voice, seemingly both human and robotic. Already, even if the statement was meant to convey a sort of friendliness, you were becoming increasingly aware that there was sweat gathering above your brow and a tremble beginning to shake through your body. 

This was your jailer. 

And you had nowhere to run. 

Instead of answering, you simply faced the mirror in the room–the only other object that you could see other than your restraints. It was more than likely a two way mirror–maybe the person speaking to you through the laptop was on the other side, observing you like a lab experiment. 

As you frantically tried to keep your breathing level and your movements minimal, the laptop’s speakers once again crackled with noise before the voice spoke again. This time, you could almost detect a trace of annoyance, as if the speaker wanted to be anywhere other than be here interrogating you. You could say the same. Had you been able to escape earlier, you would have been either resting in an airport or living a quiet life in an another country of your choosing. 

You must have been quiet too long because no sooner did you raise your head again to look at that stupid bright white screen did that terrible voice speak again.

The letter L asked, "What? No witty remark? Nothing clever to say?"

Had you been in a better mood—and maybe if you weren't chained up like an animal, muzzled like a common dog with no more bite—maybe you would have said something snappy in return. Having lived in the shadows for so long, you had to learn how to bite back or else you would paint a target on your back.

Long story short, this letter L person... computer... thing was not worth your time.

Even if it meant that you were making things worse for yourself, you would not break. At least, not now.

If L wanted to get a reply from you, witty or not, he was going to have to try harder because you sure as hell did not care.

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If you want to donate a Ko-Fi, feel free: https://ko-fi.com/devintrinidad.

DEATH NOTE MASTERLIST

#death note #dn #death note l #dn l #death note reader #dn reader #death note l and reader #dn l and reader #gender neutral reader #gn! reader #dearestones #devintrinidad

[letal-y-poetica]

Disculpa la molestia, pero ¿podrías dar un pasito para atrás? te siento muy cerca y eso me asusta.

Michelle Rangel

#booklr #frases #escribir #español #leer #libros #literatura #quote #michelle rangel

[malenitalovesreiji]

~Dark 03: Teaching manners.~

Era un día nuevo, a Malena le esperaba una cena con su "cuidador", Reiji, quien siempre la vigilaba al comer sobre todo porque la chica no tiene la mejor alimentación del mundo y a eso se podría deber su sobrepeso, entonces Reiji se estaba encargando de cambiar ese habito en ella.

Malena se sentó frente a Reiji viendo el plato lleno de comida, incluso de la que a ella no le gustaba, pero hacía un esfuerzo para comerla.

Male: Buenas noches.

Reiji: Buenas noches. Este es tu plato del día de hoy.

Reiji: Hazme un favor y cometelo todo.

Male: Bueno, voy a empezar a comer…

Reiji: ...

Male: ...

Lo único que se oía con claridad eran los cubiertos chocando contra el plato de lo que Malena comía. La mirada del mayor sobre ella la ponía extremadamente nerviosa lo que ocasionaba ruidos un poco más evidentes y tontos.

Reiji: ... Ah, Eres ruidosa.

Male: ¿Eh?

Reiji: Es una desgracia que no poseas ni el más mínimo conocimiento de modales en la mesa.

Reiji: Deberías aprender a tener algo de vergüenza.

Male: Bueno, si usted me mira cómo si fuese un jefe militar...

Male: Es por evidencia que me voy a poner nerviosa, Reiji-san.

Siempre esa contestación, siempre ese tono tan desafiante e irrespetuoso de esa "niña" que hacía que la sangre del oji-magenta hirviese.

Reiji: …honestamente, supongo que no puede evitarse.

Reiji: Incluso aunque sea temporalmente, es desagradable tener a mi lado una mujer que no posee un mínimo de decoro.

Reiji: Así que yo tomaré la responsabilidad de educarte exhaustivamente.

Male: Perdón, a ver si entiendo. ¿Quiere decir que vas a enseñarme, Reiji-san?

Reiji: Sí, correcto. ¿No estás satisfecha?

La sonrisa en el rostro ajeno de cierto modo le transmitió confianza a la chica, pensó un poco su respuesta antes de contestar. Para Malena, Reiji estaba siendo bastante considerado en "enseñarle modales", Malena no venía de una familia muy sofisticada y conocía las cosas muy mínimas de educación en la mesa, aparte de que en el pasado casi siempre comía sola en la mesa.

Male: Si es así, Entonces...

Male: Gracias por tu consideración. Daré lo mejor de mí.

Reiji: ...

Reiji: Aunque pareces sorprendentemente entusiasta, ‘lo mejor de ti’ no tiene valor para mí.

Reiji: En todo caso, tu falta de modales es desagradable. Simplemente deseo librarme de ella… eso es todo.

Reiji: No te confundas.

Male: (Pff, y yo que pensé que estaba siendo considerado…)

Miró su plato viendo cómo aun quedaban partes de la comida la cual estaba decidida a seguir comiendo. Estaba cortando un trozo de carne cuando el sonido de la silla y la silueta del ajeno la interrumpieron, se había levantado de la silla dispuesto a llevársela, obstruyendo su "cena"

Reiji: Bueno, es inútil perder el tiempo así. Comencemos inmediatamente.

Male: Pero... Ahh, está bien.

Male: (Bueh, tendremos que hacer un esfuerzo.)

Un tiempo después, estaban ambos en la habitación del muchacho, Malena estaba parada frente a la mesa simplemente por el morbo de Reiji en apreciar su piel pálida y descubierta por la ropa que estaba usando. Ahora la piel de la fémina no estaba tan pálida, tenía muchas marcas de un carmín intenso, provocadas por el artilugios de tortura del mayor, quien azotaba a forma de castigo los brazos, la espalda y los muslos de la muchacha cada vez que "cometia un error". Acto seguido, Reiji agita el látigo en el aire y declara en tono demandante.

Reiji: ¡Mal! ¿Cuántas veces tendré que decirlo para que lo entiendas?

Male: Perdón...

Reiji suspiró, mientras Malena agachaba la cabeza y dirigía la mirada a la mesa. Sus ojos se ponían algo llorosos y su rostro estaba rojizo de la vergüenza y la humillación.

Reiji: Nunca pensé que hubiera una señorita con tan mala memoria.

Male: (Mierda, es tan estricto. Estuvimos en su pieza por horas y por más que me esfuerce, parece que no vale para nada.)

Reiji: Madre mía… ¿Qué te pasa ahora?

Male: No, nada... perdóneme.

Reiji: ... No quiero oír tus palabras de disculpa. Es una molestia para mis oídos.

Malena respiraba un poco agitada de tener que soportar tanto dolor y ardor en sus marcas, la última que había recibido era en sus muslos, un lugar algo... estimulante. Sus ojos estaban cerrados en lo que bajaba la cabeza, hasta que un tacto frío y texturizado en cuero se sintió bajo su mentón, obligándola a abrir sus ojos y levantar la cabeza, era Reiji usando esa especie de "mango" donde sostenía el látigo para poder levantar la mirada de la fémina que estaba educando.

Reiji: Sin embargo… supongo que podría decirse que no odio esa expresión salvaje en tu rostro.

Male: Hah... ¿Cómo?

Reiji: No abras la boca. ¿No te he dicho que era una molestia para mis oídos?

Reiji: Compórtate… Empeorarás mi humor si sigues hablando.

Reiji se le acercó a paso lento, acercando su rostro unos centímetros al de Malena, haciéndose evidente el nerviosismo de la misma.

Reiji: …parece que eres inesperadamente pequeña cuando me acerco a ti de esta manera.

Male: Reiji-san... soy pequeña.

Reiji: Cállate...

Reiji: Ahora, levanta tu cabeza un poco más, y no dejes de mirarme.

Mierda ¿Cómo podía pasar de ser tan sádico y estricto a algo tan seductivo y atrayente? Los nervios de la mujer se dispersaban evidentemente por la sala, y Reiji se daba cuenta de esto.

Reiji: Por supuesto. Desde este ángulo, tu rostro no está tan mal.

Reiji: Sin embargo, ¿por qué no logra tentarme completamente? … Qué curioso.

Reiji: Y aún si fuera a morder esos labios tan carnosos, tu dulce sangre despertaría la sed dentro de mi garganta.

Male: ... Reiji-san, yo —

Reiji: Te dije que te quedes callada, Malena.

Reiji: ¿Crees que no me doy cuenta que estas excitada?

No se equivocaba en lo absoluto, hace tanto la menor no experimentaba un calor así y Reiji habría logrado despertarlo... de la peor manera posible.

Reiji: No puede ser. ¿Qué haga esto es excitante para tí?

Reiji: Debería ser disciplinario, no te estoy premiando.

Male: ... Perdón.

Reiji: Ahh... Bien, daremos terminada la sesión de hoy.

Reiji: Puedes irte.

Male: Bien...

Nerviosa arregló su ropa un poco y estaba decidida a irse, hasta que él la volvió a agarrar del mentón, pero esta vez con más agresividad, para poder hablarle de una forma más... amenazante antes de que tuviese que irse.

Reiji: Más te vale no ser tan escandalosa, no quiero escucharte.

Reiji: Y cuando termines, limpia de manera adecuada ¿entendiste?

Male: ... sí.

El día de hoy, tuve un acercamiento muy extraño

con Reiji, podría decirse que lo dejé experimentar

con una parte... "oscura" de mi ser fetichista.

Parecía haberle gustado, solo que no quería

admitirlo. Intentaré portarme "mal" más seguido.

⠀⠀𝅭ㅤ𝅭ㅤ⎯⎯ㅤㅤִㅤㅤ୨⠀♡⠀୧ㅤㅤִ⠀⠀⎯⎯⠀ㅤ𝅭ㅤ𝅭

~End Dark 03~

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers headcanons #reiji sakamaki #self ship #original character

[tarjapearce]

Hola T! Extrañaba mandarte un mensajito jiji🥹

Solo quiero felicitarte por haber terminado tu Intership (no supe que traducción darle, porque no sé si en tu país es igual que acá en la otra punta del continente🤭)

Eres una persona maravillosa, haces feliz a muchos (a mi también jiji) mereces ser feliz y que se cumpla toooodo lo que te propongas🩷

Disculpa si es un poquito stalker jfjfjf🥺 pero de verdad extrañaba escribirte y decir lo mucho que te agradezco por todo todito jiji❤️‍🩹

Cuídate mucho linda~🩷 se despide la loquita del centro🤗

Kate preciosa 😭😭❤️❤️❤️.

Te lo repito, no eres stalker o molestia, linda 🥹❤️. Al contrario!

Te agradezco que estés al pendiente de mi y tu apoyo es jsksjs AHHH no sabes cuánto lo aprecio. Eres una de las personitas especiales que me motiva a seguir cuando siento que todo sale mal 🥹.

Acá le llamamos pasantía jskdj

Tkm preciosa ❤️❤️

#talking with t✨ #This is so sweet 🥹❤️

[angelicalane1986]

Creo que me han dicho tantas veces que me aman y luego me lastiman... Desde pequeña, después de cada golpe, moretón, bofetadas, insultos, marcas por todo el cuerpo y el rostro, violencia y más violencia... Recuerdo que en algún punto se acercaban y me decían: -Lo siento, yo te amo, sé que no está bien lo que hice y te pido perdón.

Para días después hacer lo mismo, una y otra vez... Y ya no habían ni siquiera "te amos o disculpa" ya no importaba si me lastimaba o no... Y ya no importaba si yo me lastimaba o no, solo empecé a evitar ser molestia, y empecé a culparme todos los días por arruinar sus vidas, o ser la causa de sus dilemas aún y cuando ni siquiera entendia que pasaba....

0pppp le pides amor a alguien que no sabe realmente como se siente amar o el amor? ... Que no sabe si está bien o está mal, que duda cada instante, y se siente insuficiente siempre, y trata de hacer todo para evitar que las personas se vayan... Que prefiere sacrificarse solo por recibir algo de cariño... Tal vez, para recibir algo de afecto sin daño como una especie de trueque 00por recibir "amor".

[atte-piscis]

Hola buen dia, disculpa por la molestia, me gustaria saber que significa cuando venus y mercurio estan en la casa 10? Porfavor

Holiii, Primero debes de saber que esta es la casa de la reputación, es decir, dice hasta donde estás impulsado a llegar y ser reconocido, ya teniendo claro esto, ahora sí lo mezclamos primero con el Venus, esto va a favorecer la suerte en los negocios y dar una imagen suave y popular, la reputación es relevante y más en situaciones románticas. Tu mercurio en casa 10 te permite la naturalidad para lidiar con tu vida pública, algo que no muchos pueden llevar con tranquilidad y serenidad, tienes poder pueda que para tener fama, autoridad o influencia a los demás.

#aries #piscis #acuario #leo #sagitario #libra #virgo #tauro #capricornio #escorpio #geminis #cancer #signoszodiacales #signos de fuego #signo zodiacal #attepiscis

[goofresita]

HOLAA, disculpa de verdad las molestias, pero ¿Podrías por favor recomendarme blogs en español?

Ahí te mando y recomiendo: @mad--woman, @plantadxentierra, @siente-mas, @mo-ch-aa, @camsada, @cuidaunaplantita jsgsgd, @floreceremos, @flores-brillantes y mucho mas q no recuerdo kshshdfd

@anqustia