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mix x fem!tezca

If they had a kid

This man deserves a big family and damn it I will give him one:

Name: Cuetlachtli

Gender: Male ( he/him )

General Appearance:

Bronce skin, curly dark hair worn short and combed through since it gets frizzy if he doesn’t tame it. Usually has a stubble, rarely seen clean shaven. Deep brown eyes, a mole on his neck and a few on his body. He has a tattoo of the sun on the right side of his chest and a long scar just above his hip on the left side. He is quite muscular, standing at 1.84. Their nails are usually painted black and their clothing style is very casual; he will more often than not wear black tank tops and jeans, usually bare feet or with flip flops.

Personality:

Sporty and sweet, Cuetlachtli laughs loud and enjoys life to the fullest. He is very protective over his siblings and took a caretaker role with them, following the example of the grown ups around him. He enjoys doing house chores and bakes when he is stressed and happy. He is very difficult to anger but when he does get mad, he is cold as a stone and has a sharp tongue. He love lifting weights and wrestling with the members of Mix’s pack, he is not the brightest when it comes to other things but he is very kind hearted and caring. He likes to take care of animals and the woods, he is patient and very discipline. In all, Cuetlachtli is a big bear that will only show his claws when truly provoked.

Special Talents:

He has the power to control water but only salt water, he is capable of healing wounds with energy and when combined with his water bending abilities, he can heal even the deadliest of problems. He has super strength and his nahual is a wolf that is larger than average. His eyes turn a golden when using his powers and he is stronger in the moonlight.

Who they like better:

They love spending time with Micte and Coatlicue as well as Necu

Who they take after more:

Definetely Mixcoatl

Personal Head canon:

He is dyslexic and struggles to read. He got really frustrated when his little siblings asked for stories and he kept messing them up so he started to invent new ones. He is a great story teller and even has a few written on notebooks. If only his writing wasn’t a mess.

Face Claim: Adam Rodriguez

Name: Xipil

Gender: Female ( she/her )

General Appearance:

Long brown hair, most of the time worn down with an ocasional pony tail. Big eyes, one black and the other deep blue, both of them with star-like specks. She has a beauty mark above their lip on the right side as well as one below her eye on the left. She has a birthmark of the Lupus constellation on the outer side of their left thigh. She is of slim complexion but quite muscular as well, standing at 1.70. Her style is very feminine and she enjoys wearing floral prints. Her go to are flowy dresses, bare feet or sandals.

Personality:

Graceful and bold, Xipil has a flare for the dramatics. She enjoys putting up shows and acting as well as watching telenovelas and mystery shows. She is very clever and has an eye for detail. Xipil is very neat and loves to look pretty, she loves makeup and painting her nails, nothing makes her happier than a day in the spa taking care of herself. She is not very patient and can be rather bossy, specially when she wants to get something done fast and the way she wants. A little spoiled, Xipil has a hard time taking no for an answer. She is, however, really charming and extremely loyal.

Special Talents:

She has the power to control fire and the temperature around her. She is also a nahual and can turn herself into a black jaguar. She possess superhuman strength and can run impossibly fast. However, the faster she moves, the longer she might need to recover. When using her powers, her eyes turn completely obsidian black and when gazed upon them, you see your worst fears.

Who they like better:

She loves Quetzalcoatl and Pilli, they are both her favourites.

Who they take after more:

They lean more towards Tezca

Personal Head canon:

Her ability to move fast makes her have an incredible metabolism so she is constantly snacking. She always went to her elder brother to ask for food instead of her parents and he would always give her the best snacks. Her favourite food is made by Coatlicue.

Face Claim: Carmela Zumbado

Name: Citlalcoatl

Gender: Genderqueer ( he/him || they/them || she/her )

General Appearance:

Black hair, curly and worn short on the lower part and longer on the top part. Thick eyebrows, brown eyes with specks of gold in them. They have their right ear pierced and a tattoo of a jaguar in the left side of their back. Their style is pretty casual and androgynous, enjoying to wear shoes and mismatched socks. They are of medium built, not too muscular and stand at 1.75. They usually paint their nails bright colours and have their tongue pierced.

Personality:

Quiet and serious, Citlalcoatl is not the most outgoing person. They are reserved and keep to themselves most of the time. Or at least that is how it is with their family. For his friends, however, they are very laid back and fun to be around. They are very selfless and like to help others with their problems. However, they tend to put themselves last and bottle up their emotions until they all come bubbling up and explode, making him say negative things and hurt other’s feelings. They like boxing but only in theory for they don’t like the idea of being in a ring and are very good at painting, enjoying graffiti quite a lot. Citlalcoatl loves their family with all their heart but has trouble connecting with them.

Special Talents:

He can’t fully turn himself into a jaguar but he can make his teeth turn to fangs and his hands turn into sharp claws and can make his form change to his gender’s liking. He has the power to control the wind can manipulate clouds, even when he can’t create them from scratch. He has the ability to blend with nature and feels his most powerful with the sunlight. His eyes glow when using his powers and he can throw knifes with incredible precision.

Who they like better:

They like to spend their time with Ollin and admire Xolotl

Who they take after more:

He is not particularly like either but most would say he is like Tezca.

Personal Head canon:

Their gender and their sexuality were a real struggle. First to figure out their gender and then, to come to terms that they liked boys. Telling Mixcoatl and Tezca about their gender wasn’t that big of an issue but they still hadn’t had the courage to come out in terms of their sexuality, afraid of disappointing Mixcoatl. Part of them knows that Mix will love him no matter what but it still scares him to tell him the truth.

Face Claim: Deigo Tinoco

Name: Yoali

Gender: Demigirl ( she/her || they/them )

General Appearance:

Long brown hair, worn down or in braids. They have black eyes and thin brows. They have a thick black line going around both of her upper arms, both of her ears are pierced and usually wears golden earnings. Their style is casual, mostly printed t-shirts and jeans with worn out converse. They enjoy long sleeves and have a tendency to wear hoodies all year round. They are dainty and stand at only 1.56. They have long fingers and their nails are well taken care of with the exception of the thumb in her right hand which she tends to bite on when nervous.

Personality:

Bubbly and imaginative, Yoali enjoys ballet and hunting in the same respects. They like to wake up early in the morning and go on jogs, having a ver specific routine that they do not like to break. Yoali is very focused when she has a goal in mind and takes great pride in her accomplishments. She is very responsible and sets high standards for herself. She can get anxious when stressed and try to chew more than she can bite. Yoali is very empathetic and will always notice what others around her are feeling and will try her best to help if those emotions are negative. She is energetic and very capable, despite being the youngest of her siblings she is extremely mature and wise for her age.

Special Talents:

Out of all her siblings, she is the best hunter. Her nahual is the wolf and when she turns, her fur is completely white and almost ethereal looking. She can walk through air when she is in this form and run through the very skies. She has the ability to walk on any surface without effort and can communicate with all canis. When using her powers, her hair turns white and seems to glow like starlight.

Who they like better:

They love to spend time with Huitzi and adore the pack.

Who they take after more:

A good balance between both, tho leans more towards Mixcoatl

Personal Head canon:

When she was little and her siblings were practising with bow and arrow, she had to just watch. However, tired of being seen as the baby, she grabbed a bow and an arrow and show one right into the middle of the target from further away than any of her siblings. Everyone thought it was beginners luck until she did it again. And again. And with her eyes closed. Mixcoatl was ridiculously proud and took her to get more ice cream than she could eat.

Face Claim: Jenna Ortega

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fanficsofmine · 5 years

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Wake Me Up - Chapter 1

Summertime. Young. Single. Free.

You were living your dream life. You had a great place, amazing friends and a steady job. Independent and happy and free, what more could you ask for?

You didn’t think that meeting Chanyeol at a concert or Minho on the beach would influence your life as much as they did. They weren’t supposed to, anyway.

What exactly are you to do with whirlwind romances that show up when you weren’t expecting them?

Characters: Park Chanyeol, Choi Minho, OC’s

Word Count: 2243

Soundtrack: We are the Ones - King the Kid

A/N: This will be posted every Saturday! Enjoy! -Admin T

I took a long drag off of my cigarette and handed my roommate the bottle of merlot we were sharing. She took a swig of it and took a deep breath, taking in the night air. It was nearing 3 am, and this was our weekend routine. After our nights out, or even nights in, we always made time to sit outside together and just breathe.

I glanced over at Desi as she fiddled with her phone to change the song playing. Her pale skin, sky blue eyes, and chin-length blonde hair all shone, even in the darkness of night. She was a calculus major at the University here in town. Her boyfriend was passed out on our couch, (Pre-Law will do that to you,) and they were my two best friends.

I had just moved back to town. I had galavanted off for a year to a new town, completely alone. It was supposed to be a time of “finding myself,” but instead I ended up sharing my 23rd birthday with strangers from the restaurant I had worked at for a couple of months and a feeling of lost time. Not that it had been completely worthless. I did discover just how much I despised the state of Missouri...

It felt good to come home. My small-ish Texas town was like a blanket. The sky was open and clear enough to see stars, even with the city lights. The light guitar pluckings of John Meyer or Jason Mraz or somebody of that sort was just loud enough for us to hear and not disturb our neighbors. It was home.

Desi leaned her head back against the railing of the balcony and said, “you know, those things are gonna kill you one day.”

I shrugged, but nodded, tapping the end of my cancer stick out in the ashtray. “Yeah. I’ve done it for almost 10 years now, though. I had to impress those high school boys, Desi! Mama didn’t raise no quitter.” She rolled her eyes at my response. “I know. I know. I always tell people, ‘if you don’t smoke, don’t start!’ and I’ve been helping one of my other friends quit. They’re just kind of, a part of me I guess. I’m sure I’ll stop one day.”

Desi picked up my pack and said, “what if I hid them from you?”

I laughed. “That would stop me until I found time to run to the convenient store. But how about this? It’s July, right? I’ll make it my goal to quit by the end of the year.”

She tossed my cigarettes back to me and raised an eyebrow as if to say, “uh huh. Sure.” Instead, she actually asked, “what’s your plan for tomorrow?”

Taking another sip of wine from the bottle, I said, “well, there’s a concert a few hours from here. Presley said she wanted to go check it out. I think we may head down and grab a bite and watch a few bands play. She said she knows one of the opening acts. Might be fun. Wanna tag along?”

Desi nodded back toward the living room. “It’s our anniversary. We’re gonna go to dinner and visit or first date spot.” She swooned a bit and I smiled. I loved their love.

“Ah yes. The day true love was invented. I forgot that’s tomorrow.” She laughed and told me to go to bed if I was going to be driving. I raised my hands in surrender and compiled. I did my best to not wake Collin up as I tip-toed through the living room to get to my room. I shut the door behind me, but not before my huge tabby I had rescued, snuck through.

“Come on, Stormy. Let’s go to sleep.”

The daylight spread across my face way sooner than I had been ready for. There was a knock on my front door and I groaned when I saw it was already noon.

I shuffled through the living room and saw Desi peek her head out of her bedroom on the opposite side of the apartment. She only had one eye squinted opened and I waved her back to bed. No objections came from her as the door clicked shut again.

Presley was standing there, arms crossed. Her bright, naturally red hair was down over her shoulders, exposed by a cute tank top over distressed jeans. Her freckles scrunched together as she said, “is that how you’re wearing your hair?”

I rolled my eyes. “Good morning to you too, sweetheart. Come in.” She was already halfway through my door before I had even finished the phrase.

“I figured you’d still be asleep.” she said. “I come bearing gifts of hangover relief and ‘let's get moving sleepy head.’” I was suddenly aware of the plastic grocery bag in her hand and I reached for it, but she pulled it back.

“Clothes and hair first! I’ll drive so you can do your make up in the car!”

I groaned but complied. After digging through some drawers, I settled on a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt I knotted up. Half of a bottle of dry shampoo later, I grabbed my make up bag off of the counter and returned to the living room. Presley, ever the prepared friend, had already filled up two to-go coffee thermoses of coffee and handed me one. Closing my eyes, I sipped the warming elixir and sighed.

“Okay. Now I’m ready.” It was time to wake up.

The four hour drive wasn’t to bad. I did my make up as best as I could for being in a moving vehicle. Presley and I screamed steering wheel karaoke-worthy songs at the tops of our lungs, and talked about broken hearts and dreams and ambitions. We had gotten into town super early, and discovered that this show was at a super shady venue.

“You did not just drive me four hours away to get murdered, did you?” I stared at the venue cautiously.

“Don’t be dramatic.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve actually been here a few times. It’s not that bad once you’re inside.”

“Well, it’s a bit too early to go inside. They’re not even open yet.” I rolled my neck and stared at her. “Why did you come pick me up and make me lose precious sleep.”

“The doors open to the public in a couple hours. I brought us here early because…” she pointed across the street from the venue. “That place has the best god damn pizza of anywhere I have ever been in my life. We’re gonna go feast before we rock out.”

She wasn’t wrong. The pizza slices were as long as my face and neck combined. It was greasy and cheesy greatness. I almost overate to the point of being willing to miss the show, but, Presley wasn’t going to let that happen. After we let our food settle for a bit, she dragged me out of the booth and we walked across the street again. A line was starting to form at the door and, once we paid our cover, we went inside.

The bands were… good? A couple of soloists opened up first, and they were alright. One of the openers was a heavy metal band trying to jam way too hard for a 5:15 pm slot, and I was way too sober for this.

As if she could read my mind, Presley showed up next to me and handed me a beer. As next band was preparing for their set, she leaned over and said, “so, this is my ex’s band.” I nearly choked on my beer.

“Wait. What?! We drove all this way to see that ex?!” How had I not put two and two together that her “knowing someone in one of the bands” translated to, “the guy we regularly refer to as the spawn of Satan.”

She nodded at the lead singer who was tuning a bass guitar. “Don’t be mad! He said he was gonna be close by and he wants to talk after the show and I knew you would be up for a road trip!” I sighed and took another drink of my beer.

Yup. Definitely too sober for this.

They began to tune, and I caught glimpse of the guitarist out of the corner of my eye, which then led to him having my full attention. He had a curly fringe that hung over his eyes in an “intentionally messy” fashion. His sleeves were rolled up and I could see a couple of tattoos decorating his arms. He kept glancing at The Ex and flashing this amazing smile when he laughed as they joked on stage.

Once the lights dimmed, there were several loud fan-girl cheers and then a beat of silence before a guitar strum brought the lights back up. The band immediately jumped into a pop-punk sounding jam that I found thoroughly enjoyable. People around me started dancing and singing, and I wished that I knew the music to join along. Instead, I just threw my head around and bounced along with Presley as they rocked out. They introduced themselves on stage after the song, and I caught guitarist's name; Chanyeol. He flashed another charming smile at the crowd, and, for a moment, I thought I got an extra few seconds of eye contact. It didn’t last long before he was back to jamming out.

After their set, Presley and I made our way back to the bar. She said that they would be coming out to “meet with fans” and that The Ex, (still didn’t bother to learn his real name,) had texted her that he wanted to talk. I rolled my eyes and she shoved me. I made my way to the bar and ordered another beer. Eventually, I saw Presley and her ex sitting at a tall table across the way. The conversation seemed light and easy, so I wasn’t too worried, but I made sure to keep her in my line of sight in case she needed an out.

I must have been staring hard, because I jumped when a voice behind me said, “ah. I kind of hoped you were a ‘guitarist’ kind of fan, not a lead singer girl.” I spun around to see Chanyeol there leaning against the bar. He nodded toward my beer and said, “can I buy you another one in hopes of changing your mind.”

I laughed and replied with, “oh. Yeah. Nope. ‘Children of the ruler of the underworld’ don’t fall under my ‘types’ so I’m definitely not interested in him.” His eyebrows furrowed together and I clarified, “that’s my friend. He’s her ex.”

Once realization hit he said, “ah! You’re Presley’s friend!” He reached out to shake my hand. When I offered mine, he shook it and said, “we were all on her side of the break up, just so you know.”

He ended up buying me another beer. Conversation flowed easy between us. Occasionally, we were interrupted by someone asking for pictures with him, but he always jumped right back in to focus on me. We discussed music and books, (turns out he was a huge “Lord of the Rings” fan) and movies. I noticed that he had changed out of his button up and was in a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off of it. I saw a few more tattoos along his arms, accompanying the one on his wrist. He caught me trying to make out one on the top of his arm, and he finally aimed it toward me to show me a monkey. He explained that it was his Chinese Zodiac.

“You have any?” he asked. I told him that I had a few, but not anywhere that could be visible. “I work a desk job. You know, gotta maintain the ‘professional’ appearance. No fun hair colors. No visible tattoos. No crazy piercings. I get to appear completely boring.”

“You appear the furthest thing from boring.” I made eye contact again with him to see if he was teasing, but his expression was serious. The corner of his lip pulled into a tiny smile and I was thankful for dim bar lighting to hide my blushing.

“So- where’s your next stop?” I asked, changing the subject.

“We’re headed to Austin tonight. You should come.” His response caught me off guard.

“Uh… what?”

“I said you should come with us. Tomorrow is Sunday. You’ll have time to…”

“To drive back in the middle of Sunday night to make it to work exhausted on Monday?! You’re crazy! Plus, I have Presley with me. She’s gotta get back too.” I was trying to not lead on how desperately I actually wanted to go watch him perform again. I didn’t want to seem crazy. Was that crazy?

“I bet she would be willing to go too.” He pointed to the corner and I turned to see Presley making out with The Ex.

“Crap. I was supposed to not let that happen.” I pretended to look guilty and Chanyeol laughed. He put his hand on my knee and said, “don’t go back yet. I need to get to know you more.” I hadn’t realized how close he had moved toward me. Our knees were touching and his face was only inches from mine. He was mesmerizing. I took in his features. His eyes were sharp. His lips were full.

I agreed to go.

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