#aleta’s toys

[taybatwo2]

Vampire Heart Draculaura Review Part 4 of 4

In this final part of my review, I’ll be comparing her a bit more to some other Monster High vampires.

Including my G1 Elissabat (who really needs her hair de-glued) and I’ve had her hair “restyled” like that ever since I got her just because I liked how she wore it up in the flashbacks in “Frights, Camera, Action.” The picture above has mini-dress Draculaura with Elissabat, the true Vampire Queen. Luckily she’s pretty cool with this Draculaura playing dress up, as long as she gets to try on her outfit too.

Also, I had never undressed my Eissabat before and didn’t know these were two separate pieces!

And here is she is!!! I kept her puff purple sleeves to make it fit more with her color scheme. It’s not a bad look at all and I would have loved to have seen a true Vampire Queen Eissabat Collector doll.

Something like this, but even more dramatic. Give her some large vampire wings, layers of bows and bats and deep purples, a better looking tiara to house the vampire’s heart than what she wore in the movie, the works!

I think her boots look better under the dress than Draculaura’s though.

Her purples and large bell skirt gown are also kinda reminding me of this collector Barbie:

The true Vampire Queen….

….and now

Jump scare!

I wanted to compare G2’s hair play Draculaura (my favorite of my G2 Draculaura) due to the light pink steaks in her hair (as I thought it was the same light pink Saran) and her “darker face-up.” Turns out, it is actually a shade darker than Vampire Heart Draculaura’s and her makeup is not as dark as I remembered.

The difference in these dolls are night day, so onto something a bit closer.

Draculaura’s 50 dollar Amazon Exclusive collector doll vs Amazon’s Exclusive Collector 90/100 dollar doll.

I never thought I’d say this, but I actually way prefer the new doll over the old one in every way except for the lack of diary in the current release.

I was actually never a huge fan of the Collector Draculaura’s eyes (they look better far away and look like they were designed by Tim Burton) or her extra long body (I did like the chest articulation though, but thought an ever TALLER Draculaura looked odd), and prefer the new face up and eyelashes on the newer doll.

It does look like they have that same really light pink Saran.

They both have crumby stands that don’t hold the doll very well (at least Collector Draculaura’s is beautifully detailed).

And surprisingly non of these lace/lattice patterns were present on Vampire Heart’s Draculaura’s skirt. The embroidery on Collector Draculaura is still unmatched though, and she’s still an extremely lovely doll.

Buuuuut, she surprisingly has more in common with Haunte Couture Draculaura than Vampire Heart’s and visa versa.

She’s like the in between of Vampire Heart’s and Haunte Couture (similar colors to Vampire Heart’s, buuuut the same layered skirt with bat wing edges, heel/sole to her shoes, and a cape that attaches to her wrists…and I guess hats and rooted eyelashes that Haunt Couture has).

Well, Draculaura likes to reuse and update pieces of her wardrobe from her long life.

“Come play with us Vampire Heart Draculaura.” For fun, I compared OG Draculaura (whose hair has been degreased with LA’s Totally Awesome, but she just needs to be retro-brighted and I haven’t had time to do that).

She has the much skinner eyes of the OG Draculaura than the more “show accurate” Creeproduction Draculaura, but has the darker pink skin tone of the Creeproduction.

Well, I think that’s everyone, let’s get you to the Vampire Heart ball, or whatever ball your vampires are celebrating this week.

Huh. Looks like Valentine has offered to dance with you Draculaura. I wonder if he’s reformed in this timeline too….

Wait, now the famous movie star -and nothing else- Elissabat wants to dance with you instead. I’m sure Lord Stoker will be glad at all the attention you’re receiving….such a graceful model Vampi-

Tripped over Fangelica….it looks like she’s in this timeline too…

Anyways, all bow down to the Vampire Queen, the most beautiful of Monster High’s Skullector’s dolls (to date and my opinion).

….seriously I really want a diary to go with her…stop leaving those out Mattel!!

#monster high #monster high doll #aleta’s toys #doll collecting #monster high dolls #dollbr #monster high draculaura #draculaura #monster high g1 #monster high gen 1 #monster high review #doll review #toy review #vampire heart #draculaura vampire heart #dolls #vampire heart draculaura #monster high collector #doll collector

[fancuries]

The time has come for us to reveal this year’s fantastic Fancurie Nominees! Voting’s start date is yet to be decided, but worry not! That doesn’t mean you can’t still show appreciation for your favorites and cheer them on with all your heart. The List is divided up by Category, so if you’re searching for a certain someone, just use ‘Command F’ to search for them :)

These WAN-derful creators and their works have amazed us with all put into them, so please give a (virtual) round of applause for the Nominee List! Click below the cut for the big reveal. Congrats to everyone, we’re ultra happy to have you here!

-Fanseries of the Year-

Blossoming Hearts Precure by AwkwardSauce

Nintendo Precure by PeachieCure

Oceana Precure by Magical Chise

Sweet Nature Precure! by lightning_skyyy

Samurai Flash Pretty Cure by Lulu

Once Upon Precure by letsudraw 

Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

-Favorite Fancure-

Hidaka Nao/Cure Sunflower created by AwkwardSauce

Cure Rainy created by StoneUmbrellaArt

Yuanfen Zhao/Cure Fen Hong Se created by FennieAile

Yuki/Cure Platina created by vivipuri

Aleta Acker/Cure Memoria created by Looontoonz. 

Mariko Asoda/Cure Action created by Tiffany-chan-123

Vivianna/Cure Loyalty created by *Kalopsia*

Vanelope Von Schmitt/Cure Sweets created by AlliMocha

-Creator of the Year-

PensandHearts

PeachieCure

smellyelly

Just a Melon Pan

Luna Starcatcher/StarcatcherDreams

Aceaeite

Blueskygelato

-Best Fanseries Concept-

Plushies, Childhood, & Found Family - Precious Friends Precure by PensandHearts

Nintendo Games & Franchises - Nintendo Precure by PeachieCure

Ghosts, Spirits, & the Supernatural - Yūrei Attack Precure by Emil162

Hanakotoba (Flower Language), Friendship, & School Life - MagiHana Precure by Just a Melon Pan

Life, Death, Magic, & Sorcery - Viva La Vida Precure by vivipuri

The Internet, Web Safety, & RPG Classes - Digital Pretty Cure by Shirogane Sammy

Technology, Cyberspace, Video Games, & 90s Nostalgia - 8-Bit Pretty Cure by Tiffany-chan-123

Time travel, History, & Learning - TICKTOCK Time Travel Pretty Cure by tomatoteddy

Arcades, Racing Games, & Sweets - Sugar Rush! Pretty Cure by AlliMocha

-Best Team Design-

Divine Horizons Precure by PensandHearts; Drawn by AlliMocha

Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

FunTastic Precure by Magicalbirbart

Magie Musica Precure by Nyamu Utani

Sugar Rush Pretty Cure by AlliMocha

Ahoy! Pirate Precure by nemojokard

DREAMCATCHERS!!!!! Pretty Cure by tomatoteddy 

-Best Individual Cure Design-

Cure Delivery created by muffinmoonn

 Kusaka Haia/Cure Jewelry created by Neopolitansworld

Meguri Sanzu/Cure Buster created by emil162

Nekoshima Sasha/Cure Prima created by Nyamu Utami

Vivianna/Cure Loyalty created by *Kalopsia* 

Nagumo Sara/Cure Cozy created by smellyelly

-Best Mascot/Fairy Design-

Cookie & Cracker from Once Upon A Time! Fairytale Precure by ritsu

Poko-Poko created by Emil162

Cozy Panda from Toy Monster Pretty Cure by nymoonunicat033

Pixelena from Nintendo Precure by PeachieCure

Dinah from Kuni no Alice Precure by Tsuki Usami

Albus from TICKTOCK Time Travel Pretty Cure by tomatoteddy

Nighty from Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

Pinkity Drinkity & Dragon Drinkity from Beauty Guru Precure by nemojokard

-Best Villain Design-

Calla from Blossoming Hearts Precure by AwkwardSauce

Nocturna from Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

Jirai-Keia from Digital Pretty Cure by Shirogane Sammy

Belladonna from 8-Bit Precure by tiffany-chan-123

Voilanna from Presto! Showtime Pretty Cure by VelaNova

-Best Henshin Item Design-

Bloom Box & Floret Keys from Blossoming Hearts Precure by AwkwardSauce

Cure Clocks & PreCharms from Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

MagiHana Crescent from MagiHana Precure by Just a Melon Pan

Angel Juice from Pretty Cure Dream Hospital by MikanYae1278

Precure Storybook from Once Upon Precure by letsudraw 

Seasonal Wands & Keys from Nature Shift! Pretty Cure by nemojokard

-Best Logo Design-

Blossoming Hearts Precure by AwkwardSauce)

Stelle Bright Precure by linyu3u

Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

Storytime Pretty Cure by soleilequinoxstories

-Prettiest Cure-

Moritoki Kaname/Cure Bouquet from Crafty Precure by kokoruu

Aberdeen Sloane/Cure Ripple from Fantasia Precure by dolicehearts

Cure Freya from Fairy Dream Precure by aceaeite

Yuki/Cure Platina from Viva La Vida Precure by vivipuri

Yuzuki Maiki/Cure Taffy from Sweet♡Hearts! Pretty Cure! by Tsukiyume Luna

Sakurano Airi/Cure Sweetheart from Yumeiro Pretty Cure by magicalbirbarts

Celestia Mercier/Cure Fantasy from DreamCatchers!! Precure by tomatoteddy

Cure Haunting created by blueskygelato

-Cutest Cure-

Cure Lumine from Dreamy Fantasia Precure by flvtterbvgg

Azuki Inubozaki/Cure Puppy from Pawfect! PetTime Pretty Cure by tomatoteddy

Amu Itogawa/Cure Stitch from Crafty Precure by Kokoruu 

Bashira Chifuyu/Cure Salty from Cosmic☆Rays Pretty Cure! by Ellee

Cure Bubble/Aozora Maki from Sweetheart Pretty Cure by dreamnoteprincess

Celestia Mercier/Cure Fantasy from DreamCatchers!! Precure by tomatoteddy

-Coolest Cure-

Takarada Rion/Cure Jewel from Crafty Precure by kokoruu

Meguri Sanzu/Cure Buster from Yurei Attack Pretty Cure by Emil162

Maria/Cure Aurea from Viva la Vida Precure by Vivipuri

Hiroshi Aoyagi/Cure Light from Stelle Bright Precure by linyu3u

Valeria Blackwood/Cure Vampira from Magical Shadows: The Twilight Cures  by MissEasChan2009

Tabitha Mathews/Cure Taffy from Sugar Rush Precure by AlliMocha

Kayla Coleman/Cure Puzzle from 8-Bit Pretty Cure! by tiffanychan-123 

Lei Sandiego/Cure Spice from Bittersweet X Daydream Precure by AlliMocha

Addie Herrman/Cure Charm from Presto! Precure Showtime!!! by Vela Nova

-Best Lead Cure-

Morimoro Honoka/Cure Rose from Blossoming Hearts Precure by AwkwardSauce

Mochizuki Maika/Cure Reverie from Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

Katelan Jules Valerio/Cure Sleuth from The Precure Investigations by FennieAile

Kato Sora/Cure Lightning from Sweet Nature Precure! by lightning_skyyy

Densetsu Sakura/Cure Future from Digital! Pretty Cure by Shirogane Sammy

Rina Amano/Cure Joyful from Storytime Precure by soleilequinoxstories

-Best Supporting Cure-

Hidaka Nao/Cure Sunflower from Blossoming Hearts Precure by AwkwardSauce

Takumi Kaito/Cure Nalu from Oceana Precure by Magical Chise

Natalie Goldstone/Cure Trainer from Nintendo Precure by PeachieCure

Morino Suzuko/Cure Thunder from Sweet Nature Precure! by lightning_skyyy

Moeka Chibana/Cure Sakura from Samurai Flash Pretty Cure by Megumi Aramaki

Hayashi Naomi/Cure Clover from Sweetheart Pretty Cure by dreamnoteprincess

Yoshimoto Haruhi/Cure Royal from Storytime Precure by soleilequinoxstories

-Best Mascot-

Sayu from Digi Cute Pretty Cure by ShadowmanePX41

Pixelena from Nintendo Precure by PeachieCure

Paon Cat from Digital Precure by Shirogane Sammy

Albus from TICKTOCK Time Travel Pretty Cure by tomatoteddy

Tupper from Nature Shift! Precure by nemojokard

-Best Supporting Character-

Quinn Solace from The Precure Investigation by FennieAile

Princess Dahlia from 8-Bit Pretty Cure by Tiffany-Chan-123

-Best Villain(s)-

Dahlia, Cosmo, & Calla from Blossoming Hearts Precure by AwkwardSauce

The Corrupted Sirens from Oceana Precure by Magical Chise

Delilah from Pawfect Heaven Precure by Ponypanter09

Ran-Ran from Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure! by smellyelly

-Excellence in Traditional Art-

Haruruism 

KentaWong94 

KiraKiru

Blueskygelato

-Excellence in Digital Art-

Mahougui

Aceaeite 

Just a Melon Pan 

kirb/<(=OuO=)> 

salsasprecure 

AlliMocha 

-Excellence in Doll Maker Design-

DreamNotePrincess

MintyBingus 

Luna Starcatcher/StarcatcherDreams

tiffany-chan-123 

#fancuries 2024 #fancuries #precure fanseries #fancure #precure

[eduart88]

Last day #mermay2018 #mermay #mermaid #merpeople #dollstagram #DollCollection #DollCollector #barbie #barbiecollector #mattel #mermaidfan #sea #sand #beach #sirena #dollphotography #dolls #DudeswithDolls #toys #playa #sol #mar #arena #tail #fishtail #fins #rock #mermaidontherocks #cola #aletas (en Yucatán)

#dolls #mermay2018 #sirena #dollcollector #dudeswithdolls #mermaidfan #dollcollection #fishtail #mermaidontherocks #mattel #barbiecollector #fins #beach #mermay #aletas #toys #mar #tail #playa #sol #dollstagram #sand #dollphotography #merpeople #barbie #rock #arena #cola #mermaid #sea

[mallversemcu]

Employee List

(as of August 25, 2020)

*indicates less than 20 hrs/wk

~indicates former

Mall President: Irani Rael

Mall Administration: Karen Page, Kara Palamas, Garthan Sal, Rhomann Dey

East Wing

Mall Security: Nick Fury (director), Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Tegan Piper, Max Davis

Nordstrom: Pepper Potts (manager, designer department), Maya Hansen (designer department), Antoine Triplett (teen boys’ department), Hannah Hutchins (makeup counter)

GameStop: Bereet Sternberg (assistant manager)

Arcade: Joey Gutierrez

Weed store: Raina Kelly (manager), Crystal Amaquelin

Yankee Candle: Laura Barton*

fye: Darcy Lewis (assistant manager), Tess Zingel

Art gallery: Vanessa Marianna (manager, curator)

The Disney Store: Thor Odinson (manager), Val Hall, Kurt Wagner

Science store: Jane Foster, Helen Cho

Gap: Steve Rogers (manager), Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson

Sunglass Hut: Heimdall Naess (manager), Xavin Adebayo*

Victoria’s Secret: Lorelei Strand (bra specialist)

Bath and Body Works: Malcolm Ducasse

Mattress Firm: Clarice Fong

Claire’s: Karolina Dean*

Fuego: Clint Barton (manager), Tandy Bowen, Warren Worthington III

Art store: Bobby Drake (manager), Jessica Jones, Nico Minoru*

David’s Bridal: Bobbi Morse (manager)

Hot Topic: Loki Laufeyson, Carina Pritchard

Sharper Image: Hope Van Dyne (manager), Tony Stark~

Lego Store: James “Rhodey” Rhodes (manager), Flint Rodriguez*

Weird gift store: Elektra Natchios (manager, knife counter)

Watch store: Bruce Banner, Gert Yorkes*

Kay Jewelers: Victoria Hand (manager), Ororo Munroe, Callie Hannigan~

Apple Store: Skye Johnson (manager), Ben Beauvais*, Leo Fitz~

Candy Tyme: Aida Ruskin (assistant manager)

Men’s Wearhouse: Akela Amador, Ty Johnson*

Build-A-Bear: Mike Peterson

Abercrombie and Fitch: Fandral Byquist

Foot Locker: Hogun Wakahisa (manager), Pietro Maximoff

MaggieMoo’s: Jemma Simmons, Abby Joliet*

Corner Bakery Cafe: Volstagg Norling, Jaco Gadolin

Starbucks: Shades Alvarez (manager), Candace Miller

Sprint: T’Challa Udaku (manager), W’Kabi Kamau, Nakia Thandiwe

Sephora: Bucky Barnes, Hela Odinsdottir

Tea Heaven: Rosalind Price (owner/manager)

Pages: Ian Boothby, Wanda Maximoff

Kohl’s: Eric Koenig, Billy Koenig

West Wing

Mall Security: Carol Danvers (director), Minnerva Liu, Dinah Madani, Dominique Diaz

Pet store: Felicia Hardy 

Locks store: Scott Lang, Luis Bermudez (owners/managers), Ava “Ghost” Starr*

Piercing place: Aleta Ogord (owner/manager), Snowflake Bliss

Leggings Establishment: Livvie Sharp

Potomac Beads: Betty Brant

Toy store: Ned Leeds

LensCrafters: Mina Hess

American Girl: Jean Grey

Pandora: Brigid O’Reilly

Anime World: Evita Fusilier

Ross Dress for Less: Elena Rodriguez

Library: Enoch Coltrane, Ava Madison*

ThinkGeek: Callie Hannigan (assistant manager)

Bubble tea: Sequoia Song

California Pizza Kitchen: MJ Watson (assistant manager)

Movie theater: Roxy Glass, Olga Pachinko

H&M: Sharon Carter (manager)

BCBG: Liz Allan

Best Buy: Alphonso Mackenzie, Alex Wilder*

IKEA: John Garrett (manager), Brock Rumlow, Scarlotti, all other Hydra fucks

Applebees: Scott Summers (assistant manager), Trish Walker (hostess)

Quill’s Boards: Peter Quill (owner/manager), Mantis Tchai

Knowhere Tattoos: Gamora Ayala Titan, Drax del Castillo (owners/managers), Nebula Bailey Titan

#bts post

[marcopolorules]

APRENDIZAJE⠀ ⠀ Los peces tienen sentimientos⠀ y por eso tienen espinas,⠀ pero no son sentimentales⠀ y por eso tienen aletas.⠀ ⠀ Cómo convertir eso en un poema⠀ de amor (un verdadero poema de amor)⠀ sin destruirlo previamente⠀ es una de las tantas cosas que no sé,⠀ ⠀ aunque tal vez llegue a aprenderla⠀ como he aprendido todo el resto:⠀ por mera, infantil curiosidad.⠀ ⠀ LEARNING⠀ ⠀ Fish have feelings⠀ and that's why they have thorns,⠀ but they are not sentimental⠀ and that's why they have fins.⠀ ⠀ How to turn that into a poem⠀ of love (a true love poem)⠀ without destroying it previously⠀ It's one of the many things I don't know⠀ ⠀ although maybe I get to learn it⠀ as I learned all the rest:⠀ by mere, childish curiosity.⠀ ⠀ Leonardo Sanhueza⠀ La juguetería de la naturaleza / The toy store of nature⠀ & Aykut Aydogdu @aykutmaykut (artist)⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #surrealportrait #popsurreal #popsurrealist #lowbrow #lowbrowart #newcontemporary #lowbrowpopsurrealists #weirdart #surrealpainting #illustration #illustrations #illustrationart #illustrationartits #illustrationartist #illustratror #illustrators #illustrated #illustrate #illustration_best #illustree #illustrarts #illustrationage #surreal #surrealism #popsurrealism #jesuislesurrealisme #vagabondwho #marcopolorules #jesuislesurrealisme #aykutmaykut https://www.instagram.com/p/B9hHZhTHwPc/?igshid=67pi5cpza8xz

#surrealportrait #popsurreal #popsurrealist #lowbrow #lowbrowart #newcontemporary #lowbrowpopsurrealists #weirdart #surrealpainting #illustration #illustrations #illustrationart #illustrationartits #illustrationartist #illustratror #illustrators #illustrated #illustrate #illustration_best #illustree #illustrarts #illustrationage #surreal #surrealism #popsurrealism #jesuislesurrealisme #vagabondwho #marcopolorules #aykutmaykut

[fatalcarnaged]

⌠𝐎𝐎𝐂 : 𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 !! 𝖬𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝖺, 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 !! 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 !! ⌡

We welcome ( ROSALIE ANN AMARI ) to this Wicked Little Town ! It’s said they look a lot like ( PHOEBE TONKIN ), and are said to hold the ( MISTRESS ) mark now. They tragically died from ( SHOT IN THE HEAD BY A TRAITOR IN HER CREW ) at only ( TWENTY FIVE ) years old, but I think ( SHE / HER ) will fit in well here in the end as they’re ( BISEXUAL ). They’re really into ( SPANKING & TEASING ), but not so much into ( ANAL & BODILY FLUIDS ), which probably means they’re also ( FEARLESS ) and ( DANGEROUS ).

𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐿𝐼𝐹𝐸 𝐵𝐸𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝑂 𝐻𝐸𝐿𝐿 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝐹𝑈𝐿𝐿 𝑂𝐹 𝑆𝐼𝑁

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Rosalie Ann Amari NICKNAME(S) / TITLE(S): Rose, Rosie, Roro ( her childhood best friend ) - Whore, Bitch, Slut, Worthless ( her father ) - Salie, Annie, Amari, Vixen, Bad ass ( Lucifer, the man who trained her ) AGE: Twenty Four ( verse dependent ) BIRTHDAY: July 12, 1995 GENDER: Female PRONOUNS: She-Her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Bisexual ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer PLACES OF BIRTH: Bay Ridge, Brooklyn 

PLACE OF DEATH: Miami, Florida  ETHNICITY: White and European American NATIONALITY: French, Bulgarian and Australian

RELIGION: Spiritual ( Modern spirituality is centered on the “deepest values and meanings by which people live.” It embraces the idea of an ultimate or an alleged immaterial reality. It envisions an inner path enabling a person to discover the essence of his/her being. )

OCCUPATION: Taco Bell Employee ( former / childhood job ), Bartender ( former / after Juvie ), Leader of the Antonucci family Mafia ( former career ). LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, French, Bulgarian, Latin, Spanish and Portuguese ACCENT: Mixture of French and Latin

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

FACECLAIM: Phoebe Tonkin ( main ) Danielle Campbell ( younger )

HAIR COLOR: Brown ( has had blonde, red and black hair )

EYE COLOR: Hazel

HEIGHT: 5′ 7″

WEIGHT: 123 Pounds

BUILD: Slim but she’s strong

BRA SIZE: 38B

SHOE SIZE: 8.5 ( US )

TATTOOS: She has a tattoo of the word joy tattoo on the side of her wrist on her right hand and she got that in honor of her mother who passed away when Rosalie was born, she also has the word balance on her right foot as a reminded to keep herself balanced despite all the murder and abuse in her life, she also has a heart outline on her right hip that’s in honor of her best friend that passed away. She has a rose tattoo against the side and slightly under her left breast in honor of her name, she also has a lotus flower tattoo against her right shoulder in symbol of her spirituality, the last tattoo she has is a small paw print tattoo behind her left her that stands for her Siberian Husky dog that she has.

PIERCINGS: She has both her earlobes pierced three, she has a Industrial Piercing on her right ear and two Helix Piercing piercings on her left ear, she also has her belly button pierced and she has her Rook pierced on her left ear and also she has a Conch Piercing on he right ear, she also has her right side of her nose pierced and her last piercing is her septum pierced but she never wear both her septum and nose piercing, she barely uses her septum piercing but when she does is if she’s out at some event.

PERSONALITY

LABEL(S):

THE PHOENIX : someone who has come back after a devastating event and ‘risen from the ashes.’ they can be considered remarkable and resilient. they can be similar to “the clean slate” except they most likely accept their past or pretend to.

THE HEDONIST: someone that lives purely to please themselves; they are charismatic and often philosophical because of their lifestyle, they tend to be adrenaline junkies and thrive off of the feeling of their blood pulsing through their veins; a synonym is “the sybarite,” or “the voluptuary.”

THE BROKEN BIRD: a person who has a troubles past, who has been traumatized or might still be which resulted in them becoming stoic, cynical or even bad-ass ; damaged, broken inside who hides away behind a mask and distance themselves emotionally.

THE CHIEF: someone who tends to take the lead in situations ; a bossy person ; a leader.

THE INDEPENDENT WOMAN: a woman who is strong and a leader ; a girl who doesn’t need a man ; can be seen as a feminist, but not necessarily ; can be a business woman.

THE VAMP: a girl who sleeps around a lot.

THE BLACK SHEEP: someone that is shunned by many, particularly their family; they are rebellious and do what is told not to; adamant about being different, but isn’t accepted; often treated differently because of what they do interchangeable with renegade or outcast

POSITIVE TRAITS: Adventurous, Adaptable, Brave, Cautious, Charismatic, Capable, Confident, Educated, Independent, Intelligent, Observant Dominate and Strong NEGATIVE TRAITS: Cold, Cunning, Dangerous, Daring, Dark, Fearless, Feisty, Harsh, Impatient, Jealous, Mischievous, Murderous, Mysterious, Naughty and Sarcastic GOALS/DESIRES: To rid the world of all the horrible, sick and twisted individuals FEARS: Being alone and clowns HOBBIES: Painting, Piano, Murdering and Singing LIKES: Animals, Music, Art, Singing, Sex and Drinking DISLIKES: Dishonest people, Liars, Pedophiles, Abusers and Bad Banners

FAMILY

FATHER: Tagus Amari ( deceased )

MOTHER: Anne Marie Amari ( deceased )

PET(S): Mako ( Male Siberian Husky Dog - former pet ), Sasha ( Female Egyptian Mau Cat - former pet ), Paco ( Male Cockatoo Bird - former pet ), Aleta ( Female Sugar Glider - former pet ), Ares ( Male Ball Python - former pet ) 

CHILDREN: Annette Rose Amari ( deceased , she only lived a year after her birth )

TESTS

MYERS-BRIGGS: Commander Personality (ENTJ, -A/-T)

ENNEAGRAM: The Challenger

TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

KINKS & ANTI KINKS

KINKS: Oral ( receiving and giving ), Spanking ( receiving, giving to the woman ), Hair pulling, Scratching, Biting, Foreplay, Teasing, Sex Toys, Collars, Whips, Restrains, Bruising, Submission, Daddy!Dom, Making Love ( slow and intimate ), Semi-Public Sex, Blindfolds, ( If it isn’t on the anti-list then she might be opened to it, she’s very experimental. ) ANTI-KINKS: Anal, Bodily Fluids, Blood play, Vomit, Child play ( or talk ), Animals, Fisting, Burning, Humiliation, Knife Play,  Bestiality,  Severe pain, Mental Abuse, Gore.

BIOGRAPHY

( hello !! her dossier is still being written but I will give you a quick summary, Rosalie’s mom died during childbirth and her father turned into a physical, emotional and sexual abusive man towards Rosalie and that is what it was like her entire childhood, she has scars to remind her of the many many horrible things that he did to her, she did a lot of drugs and slept around a lot with both men and woman to try and just feel something other then pain. Her first murder was her father. One day when she was fifteen she had enough and she had a mental break and she ended up stabbing her father twenty five times and that was the first time she found the high of killing a horrible person, the high of seeing his blood on his had, she was only sentenced with two years in juvie because she pleaded insanity and with the amount of abuse the court accepted her plea. Once she was out of juvie she found herself not knowing where to go or what to do, she had gone to a bar to make a phone call and when she left, a man had grabbed her and tried to have his way with her in the alleyway and that’s her second murder, she slit his throat with a piece of broken glass near a dumpster and that’s when she realized that she was going to be her own justice, she was going to rid the world of horrible and disgusting people, on her path of murders she would meet a man who would train her in fighting, street smart and everything she needed to know to run his business, one of the biggest mafia’s around, she became the boss and she never allowed anyone to cross her again that was until one man ruined everything, there was a traitor in her mafia and he got her alone and shot her in the head and she woke up in hell. Once I get more of a feel for her then I’ll be writing her full dossier  )

#wlthq!intro #wlthq!task001 #wlthq!task #biography #dossier #❦「memories」— every picture tells you a story of the pain and suffering. #tw murder #tw abuse #tw rape #tw blood

[saigeboredeaux-blog]

hello !! i haven’t slept in 24+ hrs !! i will be doing that soon, supposedly, and i sort of forgot why i was making this post. ANYWHO !! give this a like if you haven’t , and would like to , plot with SAIGE, AMOS, and ALETA aka my filthy lil gremlins . and who knows !! maybe , just maybe , there will be closed starters attached to this ?? possibly ?? alternatively, just like this for the heck of it and i’ll just. pop up like...like the uh...pop-up toy. y’know the one. u pull the crank thing and it just WHAM , y’know it just POPS and ur like oh woah. JACK IN A BOX. that. that one. goodnight !!!!

#✧･ﾟ: bazinga ☾ ooc #water:ooc #im so deprived of sleep #but im probably going to pass out watching a minecraft video r i p #also i wanna bring in a new boi sooooooon - ish but i sort of want to change his fc? #rn its bill skarsgard bc he just fits the whole golden-boy-gone-outcast look #but ??? i dont know ???

[sunflowersupremes]

Family Reunions

Summary: Family reunions are what happens when you come back from the dead. It’s normal. Except, it’s Aleta, so it’s exactly the opposite of normal. Or, Aleta just wants to yell at Yondu for being an idiot. A houseplant disagrees.

Yondu Week Day Three: Yellow, Secret, Despair, Family, Reunion

Characters: Groot (Marvel), Aleta Ogord, Yondu Udonta, Peter Quill

Additional Tags: Aleta wants to steal (adopt) groot

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“I am Groot.”

Aleta glanced down at the small Flora Colossus that was between herself and Yondu’s room. He was peeking through the door, staring up at her as though he couldn’t decide if he should let her in or not. “I am Aleta.” Okay, so mocking him wasn’t going to win her any favors.

“I am Groot. I am Groot. I am Groot,” he babbled, shaking his head furiously. She couldn’t pretend to understand him, but judging by how little he seemed to want her inside, she assumed Yondu was sleeping again.

Decompression did that. So did being a standoffish asshole who didn’t want to speak to anyone.

Aleta knelt down in front of him, peering curiously at him. “Where’s your rodent pal?” she asked finally. I need someone who can understand you. Something told her that simply pushing him aside and entering wouldn’t win her any favors with Yondu’s new… were they his crew? Aleta wasn’t certain and she didn’t like not being certain, which was why she was going straight to the blue asshole himself to demand answers.

“I am Groot.”

Oh, right, he couldn’t even tell her where his translator was. “Is he with you?” She pointed past Groot, toward the door, praying that it was as simple as that.

Groot furiously shook his head. “I am Groot!”

“Can you point which direction he went?” She was relieved when he raised his left arm and pointed. “I am Groot.” But her relief was short lived as he raised his right arm and pointed in the opposite direction as well. “I am Groot.”

“Can you even understand me?”

“I am Groot.” This time, she said it along with him, earning her a surprised look from the plant and a snigger from inside the room.

Aleta froze, staring at the door. “Oh, you bastard.” She stood and stormed past Groot, who squealed and grabbed onto her leg, chattering all the way as he rode her foot through the door and into Yondu’s sick room.

“Jus' don’t go askin' him to bring ya nuthin,” Yondu taunted, somehow managing to look smug while wrapped in layers of blankets, with an ugly orange doll perched atop them. “E might jus' bring ya a toe instead.”

“I am Groot!”

“Sure thing Twig,” he grumbled, flopping one arm over the side of the bed. “Ya didn’t hurt nobody. I believe ya.” Despite the fact that his voice still burned from decompression, it still managed to drip with sarcasm.

“I am Groot!” he jumped off Aleta’s foot, catching Yondu’s arm and scurrying up his sleeve, making a nest in his lap and then pulling the orange into his arms. “I am Groot.”

“Is this your newest stolen trinket then?” Aleta asked with a raised eyebrow.

“The troll?” he asked. “Nah, Petey gave dat ta me a while back.”

The orange thing must be this ‘troll’ then, she decided, barely sparing it a glance as she smirked at Yondu’s statement. “No, the Flora Colossus.”

“I am Groot?” Yondu and Groot looked at one another and then simultaneously burst out laughing. The small plant rolled around on Yondu’s chest, somehow managing to not fall off.

“Shiiitt ‘Leta,” he rasped, “I already died once dis week. I ain’t gonna let the rat kill me.” That was as far as he got before his laughter turned violent, becoming hacking coughs that caused his fingers to curl into the blankets and his forehead to clench in pain.

Aleta lurched forward, shoving him back onto the blankets and pressing his chest. “Stay flat,” she ordered, cupping his head in her hand as she reached for the breathing mask beside his bed. She snapped it over his mouth - he must have truly been in pain, not protesting once - and held it there until the coughing faded away. She waited a moment longer before removing the mask, which came away stained with blue blood.

He grabbed a cloth from beside where she had found the mask and spat into it, emptying his mouth of blood. Aleta offered him a glass of water as Groot held out the troll. “Nah thanks,” he sputtered. “Ya watch it fer me.”

“I am Groot.”

“Whatchu mean ya gotta go?”

“I am Groot.” And with that, the small Flora Colossus lept off the bed and scampered out the door, brightly colored toy still clutched in his grasp.

“Gonna shoot Pete,” he grumbled. Aleta snorted, she had gathered (by eavesdropping on the Guardians) that such death threats were normal. “I mean it dis time. He bribed Twig ta tell ‘im if I got worse! ‘E sold me out for candy!”

“And Stakar never paid you to keep me out of trouble.”

Yondu’s jaw dropped. “Ya wasn’t supposed ter know.”

“You weren’t subtle.”

Yondu scowled and glared at the far wall. “Well,” he said finally, “whatever ya got to say ya best do it before Quill gets ‘ere and starts ‘is blubberin.”

She sat in the chair beside his sick bed, joining him in staring at the wall as though it might hold all the secrets of the universe. “Perhaps I just wanted to see the great Yondu Undonta, sick and unable to care for himself. Reliant on others. Childlike.”

“Ouch.” It was obvious her barbs hadn’t truly hurt him, his voice was as toneless and flat as before. “Ya really know where to hit a man.”

“Last time I threatened to castrate you, you tried to bite me.”

Yondu snorted. “Don’t make me laugh woman, less you wanna be dealin' with Quill when I cough uppa lung.”  

"So you're going to send your pet Terran after me?"

"Ain't my pet," Yondu muttered shiftily, his eyes flicking between Aleta and the door as though waiting for it to spring open and reveal the Guardians.

That was part of one of the answers she had been looking for at least. “Then what is he?” she asked suspiciously. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Yondu, she had just spent too many years seeing him as a heartless child abductor and wanted - needed - answers.

Yondu watched her for a moment, frowning. “Ain’t sure,” he said testily. His voice dropped to almost a whisper as he grumbled, “e’s mine.”

“He’s yours,” she repeated, hiding her growing amusement at watching the Ravager captain attempt to remain stoic whilst talking about someone he so clearly adored. If Rocket was to be believed - and they had no reason not to - then he had single-handedly wiped out almost his entire crew in order to rescue his Terran.

“I raised ‘im! Mostly. Mighta threatened to eat ‘im a time or two, but that was bein’ funny.”

“Threatened to eat him?” she repeated, amused. That was the Yondu she remembered, all bluster if someone was bold enough to threaten to actually care about him.

“Eh, I reckon Ego really did eat his kids so’s at least I was jokin.”

“Ego being the Celestial you were selling kids to?”

His eyes narrowed, clearly growing bored of repeating himself. “I told ya once I told ya a million times, I didn’t know what ‘e was doin’ wit those kids. I ain’t sayin’ it again.” Except she had no doubt he would say it again, if not to her or Stakar then to himself.

She turned away, looking at the door, still waiting for Peter to burst back in. “Either way, you knew the code.”

“I wanted ‘em to have a home.” She didn’t look at him as he spoke, his voice was too muddled and if she turned and saw tears in his eyes she wasn’t certain how she was going to react. “I thought he mus’ really love ‘em.”

To a man sold into slavery by his own parents, the idea of someone caring enough to send someone across the galaxy to hunt down his children must have sounded like heaven. We shouldn’t have turned him loose so soon, she thought bitterly. But something told her that she wouldn’t have fared any better, not after having lost her own children. Ravagers don’t deal in kids was a policy created after her and Stakar’s children had died because of their greed, but if she had been approached by a kindly old man who just wanted to see his babies, what would she have done? What would Stakar have done? Aleta didn’t like the dark path her thoughts were taking, so she simply forced out a soft, “I see.”

“No, ya don’t.” She turned to glare at the other. “Ya don’t have ta see their faces and imagine ‘em turning into piles o’ bones. Ya don’t remember all their names or where ya found ‘em or which mammas you promised to care for their kiddos.”

“No,” she said slowly. “But I remember mine.” And I remember you, even if you weren’t a kid, you were as helpless as one.

That shut him up. They were both still sitting in silence when Peter barged into the room, Groot happily squealing on his shoulder. “I am Groooot!”

Author’s Note:

Groot is Yondu’s guardian partially because no one else can put up with Yondu long enough and partially because they all know no one can possibly stand to upset Groot. If you're dumb enough to make Groot cry then the Guardians all take turns mutilating you.

One of these days I'm gonna need to do an AU where Yondu goes to Stakar as soon as he realizes what Ego's up to and convinces him to hear him out and then they rescue Peter together.

Yondu better watch out or Aleta and Stakar are gonna kidnap the kid he rightfully stole.

*** In the comics Stakar and Aleta's kids died because Stakar convinced her that "they'll be fine on their own for a little while" and so I turned that into they went on some pirate thing and someone killed their kids. Maybe in a mutiny?

*** Yondu teaches Groot all the swear words he knows. What can I say, he’s a terrible influence.

*** Yes, that “ugly orange doll” is the troll doll.

#groot #aleta ogord #yondu week #peter quill #guardians of the galaxy #my writing #fan fic #marvel #stakar ogord #yondu #martinex #taserface #fanfic #series: yondu lives

[aleblack18]

Mi primera muñeca Ariel edición Toys R Us Estaba descosido de las aletas de la cintura y muy despeinada con gel y aunque no se le quitó se ve mucho mejor. La parte de la cola antes era de esa tela de puntitos holograficos que parecen mini escamas pero pues con el paso del tiempo ese efecto se le quitó. ¿Qué opinan ? Mi mamá me la arregló #ariel #toysRus #disney #thelittlemermaid #lasirenita #doll #mermaid https://www.instagram.com/p/CHxIyEmgJjU/?igshid=1j1dbppg3s4bh

#ariel #toysrus #disney #thelittlemermaid #lasirenita #doll #mermaid

[kelkkamonologi]

Elämä risaseks: Isämmaallisin ficci vähää aikaa. Tuntematon sotilas x MM -95. Tästä AU:sta tais olla josku puhetta?

Kirjoittaja: @poskihammas eli mä

Päähenkilöt: Lehto ja Hietanen varmaa

Varoitukset: YSIVIIS NEVÖFÖGET

Vastuuvapaus: Hahmot ja sitaatit (joita oon muokannu sopiviks tähän AU:hun) kuuluu Väinö Linnalle

AU: Kookoo on Suomen jääkiekkomaajoukkue

Summary: Koskela asteli puvussaan, joka näytti liian isolta tuolla hoikalla vartalolla, koppiin. ”Noniin, pojat. Turnauksen avauspeli meille. Toteuttakaa pelisuunnitelmaa. Lehto, älä ota turhia jäähyjä. Kariluoto, pelaat tänään Hietasen ja Rokan kanssa.” hän sanoi ja raapi päätään. ”MIE EN PELLAA, JOS SUS EI OLE SAMAS KETJUS!” Rokka raivosi. ”Ääh… Lahtinen, Kariluoto ja Hietanen, Viirilä ja Salo olkoon ykköskenttä. Rokka, Susi ja Asumaniemi, Honkajoki ja Vanhala kakkonen. Rahikainen, Sinkkonen ja Lehto, Mielonen ja Ukkola kolmonen. Riitaoja, Sihvonen ja Kaukonen nelonen. Määttä aloittaa maalilla.” Koskela sai sanotuksi Rokan raivokohtauksen päälle.

****

Hietanen oli alkulämmöillä Lehdon ja Kariluodon kanssa. He menivät two-touchia. Muut olivat jo pudonneet, äsken Rokka. ”Hitoiks meni, pojat. Sus, männää pois. Myö ollaa liian vanhoja tämmöseen. Nuorten hommia nää pallopelit.” Rokka oli sanonut ja Susi oli lähtenyt Rokan kanssa.

Hietanen oli mestari two-touchissa ja jostain syystä Lehto aina haastoi hänet Kariluodon, Rokan, Suden (Rokka käski Suden mukaan) ja Määtän kanssa. Hietanen suostui joka kerta, koska voitto oli lähes varma.

Tämän päivän kärkikolmikko oli Hietanen, Lehto ja Kariluoto. Kariluoto pompautti pallon polveltaan nilkkaansa ja siitä Hietaselle. Pallo osui Hietasen päähän, nousi ylös ja siitä Hietasen polvelle, josta se suuntautui takaisin Kariluodolle. Kariluoto pompautti yhdellä kosketuksella pallon Lehdolle, joka kuoletti pallon rinnalta nilkkaan ja potkaisi pallon Hietaselle, joka ei osunut palloon. Mestari oli lyöty. Ensimmäinen Hietasen tiputus ennen finaalikierrosta ikinä.

”Lehto, sä olet äijä!” Kariluoto hehkutti. ”Jaa.” Lehto sanoi kylmästi ja tunki nuuskan huuleen. ”Jonkun toi piti tehdä, niin samantien se olin minä.” hän jatkoi ja potkaisi pallon Kariluodolle. Finaalikierros alkoi.

Tällä kertaa two-touchin voitti Kariluoto. Lehtoa ei oikeastaan edes kiinnostanut viimeinen kierros, olihan hän tiputtanut Hietasen sitä ennen.

Pukukoppipuheet olivat härskejä, kiitos Rahikaisen, ja Riitaoja laittoi kuulokkeet korviin ja kuunteli Michael Jacksonia. Ei kukaan halunnut kuunnella Rahikaista… Tai osa halusi, osa ei. Vanhala soitteli Cotton Eye Joe:ta, ”Priha, soita ruottalaisten kansallislaulu”, ja muut mongertamalla lauloivat englanniksi. Vanhala oli tehnyt mixtapen ennen kisoja.

”Kyl sää osaat! Ei siä ole ku tseki vastas! Reeneis sää olet torjunu helveti hyvi!” Hietanen sanoi vieressään istuvalle Määtälle. ”Niin kai. Meil on kaikki mahdollisuudet voittoon. Väärin jos pelataan, tappio tulloo.” Määttä sanoi hiljaa ja laittoi pelipaitansa päälle.

”Mie niin ootan et myö voitetaan nämä kisat ja sitte Rahikainen saa missin kainaloon! Ilman tyttöö sitä ny kuka!” Rahikainen heitti ja muu joukkue nauroi vaivaantuneesti. Riitaoja hymyili typerästi vaikka ei ollut kuullut koko heittoa.

Koskela asteli puvussaan, joka näytti liian isolta tuolla hoikalla vartalolla, koppiin. ”Noniin, pojat. Turnauksen avauspeli meille. Toteuttakaa pelisuunnitelmaa. Lehto, älä ota turhia jäähyjä. Kariluoto, pelaat tänään Hietasen ja Rokan kanssa.” hän sanoi ja raapi päätään. ”MIE EN PELLAA, JOS SUS EI OLE SAMAS KETJUS!” Rokka raivosi. ”Ääh… Lahtinen, Kariluoto ja Hietanen, Viirilä ja Salo olkoon ykköskenttä. Rokka, Susi ja Asumaniemi, Honkajoki ja Vanhala kakkonen. Rahikainen, Sinkkonen ja Lehto, Mielonen ja Ukkola kolmonen. Riitaoja, Sihvonen ja Kaukonen nelonen. Määttä aloittaa maalilla.” Koskela sai sanotuksi Rokan raivokohtauksen päälle.

Lammio asteli koppiin. ”Suomi on odottanut maailmanmestaruutta erittäin monta vuotta. Kultaa näistä kisoista tai koko joukkue menee ensi kisoihin uusiksi ja teidän maajoukkuepelinne on pelattu.” Lammio sanoi ylimielisesti. General managerin ylimieliseen tyyliin oli jo totuteltu pari viikkoa ennen kisoja, mutta silti Rokan ja Lehdon teki mieli huutaa päälle. ”Koskela, samat sanat.” Lammio sanoi ja poistui.

”Pankaahan maalivalo päälle, pojat. Tsekit nurin ja siitä kohti finaalia!” Koskela tsemppasi joukkuetta ja joukkue vastasi jotain epämääräistä.

”Anta verko heiluu nii saatanan taval!” Hietanen tsemppasi joukkuetta maalilla ennen pelin alkua. ”Saatanallinen pyöritys päälle vaan.” Lehto vastasi ja muut nyökkäilivät.

Kariluoto voitti ensimmäisen aloituksen ja pelasi kiekon Viirilälle. Viirilä ei kuitenkaan osunut siihen ja alkoi kirota. ”Perkele! Tuli mies Suomesta ja vetäs tuomaria päähän. Fag dis shhit.” Viirilä sanoi ja tottakai linjatuomari kuuli Viirilän sanat ja vihelsi pilliin. ”10 minutes on unsportsmanlike behavior! White number 5!” linjatuomari sanoi venäläisellä aksentilla. Viirilä tulistui tästä ja veti tuomaria päin näköä. Tämän nenästä alkoi vuotaa verta. ”2+10 to white number 5!” päätuomari sanoi ja ohjasi Viirilän jäähyboksiin.

Hietanen jututti toista päätuomaria tapahtuneesta ja pian jatkettiin 5 vs 3. ”Hietanen… Mitä me puhuttiin turhista jäähyistä?” Kariluoto katsoi Hietaseen. ”Mää vaa kysysi tuamarilt miks Viirilä sai jäähy! Ja mää olen viä kapu nii miks mää en oisis saanu kysyy? Mää ihmettele tätä kauhiast!” Hietanen sanoi Kariluodolle ja luisteli jäähyboksiin.

Kookoo tappoi helposti alivoiman ja Sinkkosen kenttä pääsi jäälle. Lehto taklasi tsekkiä päähän keskialueella ja sen jälkeen tappeli toisen tsekin kanssa. Väkivaltaisuudesta 5+10, mutta Riitaoja laitettiin istumaan, sillä Lehto satutti rytäkässä pikkurillinsä ja joutui poistumaan pukukopin puolelle paikattavaksi.

Ensimmäisen erän jälkeen tsekit johtivat 1-0 ja Lehto oli pois pelistä. Pikkurilli oli turvonnut ja joukkueen lääkäri epäili sen olevan murtunut. ”Ei jumalaut Lehto! Mitä me puhuttii näist sun tappeluist? Ei yht ainua näis kisois! Ja si sää saatana menit ja paskosit sun peukalos!” Hietanen raivosi Lehdolle, joka istui Hietasen vieressä jääpussi sormensa päällä. ”Se saatanan tsekki tuli päälle! Mitä helvettiä siinä muutakaan tekisi kun löisi sitä pataan?” Lehto kysyi närkästyneesti. ”Annas olla kun sä et enää pelaa näissä kisoissa tyhmyytes takia.” Lahtinen huikkasi pukkarin toiselta puolelta. Lehto mulkoili Lahtista.

”Lehto, mikä tilanne?” Koskela kysyi tultuaan koppiin. ”Niin no, mitäs tässä. Mieleni tekisi pelata, mutta toi huoltaja ei anna. Annatko sä luvan pelata?” Lehto sanoi Koskelalle ja heitti jääpussin lääkärille. ”Huili tämä peli ja käy lääkärissä. En halua asettaa ketään pelaajaa loukkaantumiskierteeseen.” Koskela raapi päätään. ”Selvähän tää on.” Lehto sanoi ärsyyntynesti. ”Hei, älä yhtää ala. Sormes on pakko kuvata.” Koskela korotti ääntään. ”Selvähän tää on.” Lehto ei alkanut vänkäämään enempää.

Koskela tsemppasi joukkuetta kakkoserään ja Lehto lähti lääkärin kanssa käymään sairaalassa.

Kakkoserässä Viirilä lensi ulos ja mitään muuta merkittävää ei tapahtunut.

Kolmannessa erässä tsekit viimeistelivät vielä kaksi maalia ja peli päättyi heille 3-0.

”Pojat, hyvä peli. Kisojen eka peli on aina vaikein ja kyllä seuraavasta tulee voitto. Katotaan hotellilla pelistä pätkiä, joissa näkyy pari virhettä, mutta muuten peli näytti hyvältä. Käykää loppulämpällä ja suihkussa. Bussi lähtee 50 minuutin päästä.” Koskela sanoi ja jätti pukuhuoneen pelaajille.

Joukkueen tullessa hotellille Lehto odotteli aulassa. Pikkurilli oli teipattuna, mutta ei kuitenkaan kipsissä. ”Venähtäny se vaa on. Se svenskatalande lääkäri sano, että pari päivää teipattuna ja sitten voi mennä jäälle kamat päällä.” Lehto selitti. ”Huomenna voit mennä ennen aamujäitä luistelemaan. Ilman mailaa. Olis hyvä, että olisit Norjaa vastaan pelikunnossa. Ruotsia vastaan en viitsi peluuttaa ettei mee pahemmaks.” Koskela mietti. ”Kyllä tällä pelaa.” Lehto vakuutteli. Hietanen otti kiinni Lehdon pikkurillistä, jolloin tämä parahti. ”Sil pelaa vai?” Hietanen naurahti ja Lehto meni taas vakavaksi. ”No, en tarkottanu, että heti tänään, saatanan turkulainen!”

Joukkepalaverissa sovittiin, että Korpela nostetaan Lehdon tilalle Norja-ottelun kokoonpanoon. Lehto ei tästä pitänyt eikä Korpela vaikuttanut olevan kiinnostunut kokoonpanoon pääsemisestä.

Aamujäillä Rokka taklasi Riitaojaa polvella ja tämä jäi jäähän makaamaan pidellen polveaan. ”Hää tuli pääl ja miun polv vaa osui hänt polvee. Ei ollu miun vika! Hitto, Riitaoja, nouse nyt ylös!” Rokka sanoi. Riitaoja nousi ylös Rokan avustuksella ja Hietanen talutti tämän vaihtoaitioon.

”Pojat… Ei enää näitä, okei? Lehto on jo ulkona ja nyt ehkä Riitaoja. Eihän se osaa pelata, mutta pakko olla 18 kenttäpelaajaa kokoonpanossa.” Koskela sanoi Hietasen palattua vaihtoaitiosta keskiympyrään, jossa muu joukkue oli. ”Vahinkohan toi oli, Ville.” Kariluoto sanoi. ”Niin kai. Mutta yrittäkää olla loukkaantumatta.” Koskela vastasi vaivautuneesti. Hän tiedosti, että monta loukkaantumista parin viikon turnauksessa ei ole hyvä juttu. ”Vetäkää kenttä kolme kertaa ympäri ja tän päivän jääreenit oli sitten siinä. Iltapäivällä Mäkilän vetämät venyttelyt.” hän jatkoi ja vihelsi pilliin. Asumaniemi lähti vetämään joukkuetta kentän ympäri.

Pukkarissa haisi hiki ja kylmägeeli. Lääkäri teippasi Riitaojan polvea, josta näytti olevan polvilumpio paikoiltaan. ”Kiitos, varakapteeni Rokka.” Riitaoja itki. ”Hei ei aleta nyt. Antti ei tarkottanu tuota. Mie oon varma siitä.” Susi sanoi. Pisin puheenvuoro mitä häneltä oli kuultu pariin viikkoon.

Reenien jälkeen Asumaniemi, Lehto, joka oli käynyt jäällä ennen ”virallisia” reenejä, Hietanen ja Määttä lähtivät Tukholman keskustaan syömään. Asumaniemi ehdotti McDonald’sia ja muut myöntyivät tuon rookien ehdotukseen.

”Tsiigatkaa heebot! Halvempaa mitä Suamen Mäkeissä!” Asumaniemi hehkutti tilattuaan. Lehto pyöräytti silmiään ja otti tarjottimensa kassalta. ”Niin kai. Taidat käydä usein Mäkissä?” hän kysyi ja lähti etsimään Asumaniemen kanssa pöytää. Hietanen ja Määttä olivat vielä kassajonossa. ”Joo, kylhän mä käyn melken joka viikko. Ja älä ala ny selittää shaibaa urheilijan ruakavaliosta. Nääthän säkin et mä oon hyvä pelaan.” Asumaniemi nauroi. ”Ei se mulle kuulu, jos käyt usein syömässä roskaruokaa.” Lehto sanoi kuivasti ja istui alas läheiseen pöytään.

Hietanen ja Määttä joutuivat ruokailun aikana kirjoittelemaan nimmareita ruotsalaisille. Hietasen mielestä oli turhauttavaa kirjoittaa ruotsalaisille nimmareita. Määttä ei välittänyt nimmarinpyytäjän kansallisuudesta, vaan yksinkertaisesti totesi sen kuuluvan hänen työnkuvaansa kirjoittaa nimmareita faneille. Lehto ja Asumaniemi seurasivat tapahtuvaa huvittuneina.

”Mis niitä swedui on et saa kirjottaa nimmarin?” Asumaniemi lohkaisi heidän syötyään. ”Pirä poika turpas kii. Ei kukka haluu antaa swedupelleil nimmareit. Vai mitä, Kainuun miäs?” Hietanen sanoi huvittuneena. ”Miten vain. Ihmisii ja faneja nekin on.” Määttä sanoi ja tunki nuuskan huuleen.

Muu joukkue oli mennyt suosiolla takaisin hotellille ja syömään hotellin ravintolaan. Riitaoja oli lähtenyt käymään lääkärissä.

”Asumaniemi tekisi varmaan parempaa jälkeä Hietasen ja Kariluodon kanssa. Rokka ja Susi ovat legendoja, sitä en kiellä, mutta liian vanhoja rookien kanssa samaan ketjuun. Lahtisen voisi mielestäni hyvin pudottaa kakkosketjuun ja Asumaniemen nostaa ykköseen. Oletko miettinyt vaihtoa?” Lammio jutteli Koskelalle lounaalla. ”Jaha. Kai sitä vois testata huomenna aamujäillä ennen peliä. Kuhan saadaan Lehto takaisin ja Riitaojan polvesta selvyys niin…” Koskela sanoi ja laittoi ruokaa suuhunsa. Tarjolla oli pihvejä ja perunamuusia.

Iltapäivällä Riitaoja palasi lääkäristä keppien kanssa. Se oli kyllä arvattu, mutta vamman vakavuudesta ei ollut tietoa. ”Polvilumpio sijoiltaan. Ei asiaa jäälle enää näis kisois.” Riitaoja sanoi Hietaselle, joka istui hotellin aulassa Määtän kanssa. ”Ei jumalaut. Rokka saa täst hyväst kyl kunno ripitykse! See verra mää lupaa!” Hietanen uhosi ja nousi pystyyn nojatuolista. ”Hei, rauhotus nyt, kapu.” Määttä sanoi omaan rauhalliseen tyyliinsä. ”Kyllä tää oli jo tiedossa, mutta minä vaan sitä, että… Kuka ottaa Riitaojan paikan? Ei oo enää valinnanvaraa kauheesti.” hän jatkoi hiljaa. ”Mää en tiär yhtikäs! Lammioha on GM-pelaaja ja hänen kisapassi on viäl leimaamat. Ehkä hänet on si pakko ottaa mukaa. Mist mää tiär?” Hietanen sanoi vihaisesti ja lähti matkoihinsa.

Riitaoja meni koputtamaan Koskelan huoneen ovelle. Koskela oli nukkumassa päiväunia ja tuli pelkissä kollareissa ja tukka sekaisin avaamaan oven. ”No? Mitä ne sano?” Koskela haukotteli. ”Polvilumpio sijoiltaan ja miun osalta nää kisat oli täs.” Riitaoja nojaili keppeihinsä. ”Selvä. Paree alkaa tekeen uutta kokoonpanoa…” Koskela vaikutti mietteliäältä. ”Aiotko jäädä tänne vai lähtee takasin Suomeen?” hän kysyi vielä. ”Ajattelin jäädä, jos se käy.” Riitaoja hymyili typerästi. ”Kaipa se käy.” Koskela vastasi ja Riitaoja näki sen käskynsä poistua. Koskela pääsi jatkamaan uniaan.

Hietanen koputti Rokan ja Suden oveen raivokkaasti. Susi tuli avaamaan oven. ”Mikä hätän? Antti läks kaupoil. Hää tulloo illal.” hän vastasi vaisusti. ”Ei perkele. Riitaojan kisat on ohi Roka takii. Ei jumalaut.” Hietanen sanoi ja istuutui selkä seinää vasten. ”Meilt loppuu koht poja ketä me laitetaa kentäl! Ymmärräk sää mitä mää haen takaa?” Hietanen sanoi ja Susi istui hänen viereensä. ”Kyl.” Susi vastasi lyhyesti ja palasi huoneeseensa.

Hietanen oli Lehdon huonekaveri. Hietanen oli yllättynyt ensimmäisenä iltana, kun Lehto oli kertonut hyvän vitsin. Lehdolla oli siis huumorintajua. ”Hietanen. Suomalainen, ruotsalainen ja norjalainen kilpailivat siitä, kuka saisi töitä. Heidän piti hypätä rotkon yli saadakseen työpaikan. Ensin hyppäsi ruotsalainen, mutta hän tippui alas. Samoin tapahtui norjalaiselle. Suomalainen oli viimeisenä vuorossa ja hyppäsi. Hän melkein pääsi toiselle reunalle saaden otteen kivenmurikasta, mutta tippui alas. Kuka sai töitä?” Lehto oli nauranut ensimmäisenä iltana. ”Mist mää voisisin tiätä?” Hietanen oli kysynyt hämmästyneenä. ”Haudankaivaja.” Lehto repesi nauramaan. ”Sää olet hauska!” Hietanen sanoi ja Lehto jatkoi nauramistaan.

Hietanen palasi huoneeseen ja näki Lehdon lukevan kirjaa sängyllään. Hietanen heitti reppunsa, jota oli kanniskellut koko päivän selässään, vessanoven eteen ja Lehto havahtui.

”No? Ei menny putkeen?” Lehto kysyi ja nousi istumaan sängyn reunalle. ”Ei. Riitaoja ei ennä pelaa näis kisois.” Hietanen vastasi ärsyyntyneenä. ”Päästiin siitäkin. Ei se osaa pelata.” Lehto sanoi ja kaatui sänkyynsä. ”Mis nä sun ’tonttu’, ’saatanan tonttu’ tai ’naattikorva’?” Hietanen kysyi hämmästyneenä. ”Ei siinä ole mitään iloa haukkua toista, jos se ei ole itse kuulemassa.” Lehto hymyili. ”Ai mää ku luulin et just sillo on paras haukkuu?” Hietanen kysyi ja rojahti sängylleen. ”Ei.” Lehto sanoi ja käänsi kirjastaan sivua.

Seuraavana päivänä kookoolla oli Norjaa vastaan peli. Paperilla kookoo oli parempi. Lammio pääsi pelaavaan kokoonpanoon ainakin tähän peliin.

”Okei, pojat. Uuret ketjut ny aamujäille ja illan peliin.” Koskela sanoi pukkarissa ja kirjoitti kopin seinällä olevaan fläppitauluun:

’H

Asumaniemi-Kariluoto-Hietanen

Rokka-Susi-Lahtinen

Rahikainen-Sinkkonen-Lammio

Korpela-Sihvonen-Kaukonen

P

Viirilä-Salo

Honkajoki-Vanhala

Mielonen-Ukkola

MV

Määttä

Autio’

Hietanen kiristi luistimensa ja nousi ylös. ”Koskela, miks? Ei täsä ole järke et rookie pelaa mu ja Kariluado kans.” hän sanoi. Lammio nousi ylös. ”Koska minä sanoin niin.” Alkoi hälinä ja Lehto tuli pukkariin omalta jääsessioltaan. ”Mitäs täällä? Voi saatana, jätkät! Olkaa ny ihmisiks!” Lehto huusi ja meni omalle paikalleen.

Reenit meni hyvin ja Hietanen oli yllättynyt Lammion kiekonkäsittelytaidoista. ”Äijähä ossa pelaa!”

Iltapäivällä joukkueen lähdössä hallille Lehto otti Riitaojan kepit ja alkoi imitoida tätä. Riitaoja konkkasi läheiselle penkille. ”Odottakaa! Miulla ei oo koskaan ollut keppejä! Kaverit!” Lehto nauroi. ”Lehto, annas ny ne kepit Riitaojalle et me päästään lähteen. Perkele teijän kanssa! Isämmaallisia pelaajia ja sitä rataa.” Lahtinen tuli hotellista ulos ja otti kepit Lehdolta ja palautti ne penkillä istuvalle Riitaojalle.

Lehdon sormi ei ollut enää teipattuna ja huomiseen peliin Koskela oli luvannut ottaa tämän kokoonpanoon. ”Sua tarvitaan. Sa sitte heti, jos alkaa sormi tuntua pahalta.” Koskela sanoi Lehdolle ja istui tämän viereen bussissa. ”Okei. Ja etkö sä tiedä, että se paikka on varattu?” Lehto kysyi kylmästi. ”En?” Koskela hämmentyi. ”Joo, minä lupasin sen Hietaselle.” Lehto sanoi ja Koskela nousi ylös. ”Tota en tiennyt. Mutta hyvä, että Hietasen kanssa menee hyvin.” hän totesi ja käveli bussin etuosaan.

Hietanen tuli pian istumaan Lehdon viereen. Läppä alkoi heti lentää ja muut hämmentyivät kuullessaan Lehdon nauravan. ”Lehdon poika! Siul onkii huumorintajuu? Mikset sie ole kertonu täst aiemmin? Meil tuloo olemaa lustii!” Rokka sanoi. ”Pidä turpas kiinni tai se turpoo kiinni.” Lehto vastasi vihaisesti Rokalle ja jatkoi Hietasen kanssa keskusteluaan.

Hallilla pelikunnossa olevat pelaajat lähtivät alkulämpälle ja Lehto lähti Koskelan kanssa kahville jäähallin kahvioon. Riitaoja jäi koppiin auttamaan Mäkilää täyttämään juomapulloja.

Koskela halusi tietää lisää Lehdon kaveruudesta Hietasen kanssa. Lehto kertoi asiasta vastahakoisesti eikä Koskela saanut miehestä oikeastaan mitään irti. ”Kuitenkin hyvä, jos tulet Hietasen kanssa toimeen. Luulisin, että huomisessa pelissä pelaatte samassa ketjussa. Jos osaat pelata vasemmalla laidalla. Norja tulee varmasti kovaa päälle ja Hietasta luultavasti tullaan taklaamaan kovaa. Voisit pistää ekassa vaihdossa pari norskia kumoon…” Koskela mietti ja hörppäsi kahvistaan loput. ”Joo, vasen tai oikea laita, ihan sama mulle. Ymmärrän pointtisi Hietasen suojelemisesta.” Lehto sanoi ja joi loput kahvistaan. ”Olis varmaa hyvä, jos minä lähtisin nyt tonne aitioon. Riitaoja on varmaan jo siellä.” hän jatkoi ja Koskela nyökkäsi. ”Mene vain.”

Kopissa soi Michael Jackson ja Lahtinen alkoi selittää, kuinka ihailee Tre Kronoria, Kookoon ’isoveljeä’. ”Siis kattokaa ny! Tre Kronor osaa pelaa parhaitaki vastaa. Saatana! Rosvoretkellähän me ollaan, ku pelataan niitä vastaan niitten kotimaassa. Perkele, olis nättiä olla ruottalaine.” Lahtinen selitti ja muut pyörittivät silmiään. ”Pitääkö täällä alkaa kurinpidollisiin toimenpiteisiin? Pukuhuonepuheenne eivät ole kovin joukkuehenkeä nostavia.” Lammio sanoi. Rahikainen teki nopean aiheenvaihdoksen ja aloitti selittää viime yön tytöstään. ”Rahikaine ei.” Hietanen sanoi ja Rahikainen hiljeni.

Kumma kyllä Kookoo voitti pelin 3-6. Lahtinen teki huikeat neljä pistettä, 2+2, ja sille naurettiin pelin jälkeen. ”Kuulkka poja! Kuulkka meijä Yrjö-poikaa! Hän rakastaa swedui mut tekee jäätävä pistee niit vastaa.”

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Kookoo eteni suvereenisti finaaliin. Lehto oli pelannut paluustaan lähtien Hietasen ja Kariluodon kanssa ja Korpela oli tiputettu kokoonpanon ulkopuolelle. Hietanen piti joukkueen henkeä yllä ja Kariluodon kenttä teki murhaavaa jälkeä. Lehto taklasi vastustajat Hietasen ja Kariluodon tieltä ja tutkapari teki maalit.

”Okei, pojat! Pallo on teillä. Ruotsi tulee kovaa päälle, se me tiedetään jo alkulohkosta. Voitto on täysin mahdollinen. Let’s kouu! Tästä pelistä voitto ja…” Koskelan kurkkuun nousi pala. ”Hakkaa päälle!” Lehto huusi ja muut alkoivat lyödä hanskojaan yhteen. ”Tulta munil!” Hietanen jatkoi ja sai vastaukseksi huutoa. ”Okei, pojat. Homma kotio!” Koskela sanoi ja veti kierroksen kopin ympäri lyöden pelaajia polvareihin.

Lehdon tehdessä kypärätempun ja pelin ollessa 3-0, oli lähes selvää, että Kookoo voittaa. Hietanen piti joukkueen jalat maan pinnalla vaihtoaitiossa. ”Poja piretää tä tunne mut ei lähetä keulii!”

3. erän loppu. Kariluoto pyöritti Ruotsin päässä ja syötti viivaan Honkajoelle. Honkajoki otti kiekon lapaansa haltuun ja lämäsi. 4-0. Voitto oli lähes varma. Honkajoelta lähti kunnon pumpputuuletus ja muu ketju hyppäsi hänen päälleen.

Tre Kronor pääsi vielä kaventamaan 4-1, mutta Kookoo piti paketin kasassa. He olivat maailmanmestareita.

Koskela itki. Hän ei olisi voinut olla ylpeämpi joukkueestaan, pojistaan, joita oli valmentanut viimeisen kuukauden. Vaihtoaitiossa olevat pelaajat ryntäsivät jäälle ja heittivät hanskansa, mailansa sekä kypäränsä jäälle ja menivät halaamaan Määttää. Viimeisenä jäällä ollut ketju, Kariluoto, Hietanen ja Lehto, Honkajoki ja Vanhala, tekivät saman. Pian Määttä oli kenttäpelaajien ympäröimänä. Riitaoja, huoltajat ja Koskela jäivät vielä vaihtoaitioon sulattelemaan tapahtunutta.

”PERKELE POJA!! ME TEHTII SE!! PERKELEEEEEEEEE MÄÄ OLE PIRU YLPPE TEIST KAIKIST! AAAAAAHHH!!” Hietanen huusi, mutta kukaan tuskin kuuli. Pelaajat karjuivat ja hyppivät Määtän ympärillä. Pian piiri jouduttiin kuitenkin hajottamaan kättelyiden ja palkintojenjaon takia. Ruotsalaiset olivat istuneet jäällä masentuneen näköisinä.

Hietanen sai ensimmäisenä Pojan, pokaalin, olihan hän kapteeni. Hän meni kyykkyyn, laittoi toisen käden huulilleen ja nosti Pojan ilmaan ja riemu repesi Kookoon rivistössä. Hietanen luovutti pian Pojan Kariluodolle, mestaruuden pääarkkitehdille, ja tämä lähti kiertämään kenttää Poika ilmassa. Seuraavana vuorossa oli Lehto ja hänen jälkeensä Määttä. Salo ja Viirilä saivat pian Pojan käsittelyynsä ja luovuttivat sen Rahikaiselle. Rahikainen suuteli poikaa ja pienenä kettuiluna antoi sen Lammiolle. Pian Poika oli kiertänyt jokaisella pelaajalla ja oli Koskelan vuoro. Ennen sitä Poika kuitenkin annettiin Hietaselle takaisin.

”No nii, poja. Ottaka Koskela kuninkastualii ja si mää anna poja häl.” Hietanen sanoi ja pian Määttä ja Autio, joka oli pelannut yhden pelin kisojen aikana, nostivat Koskelan kuningastuoliin ja Hietanen ojensi Pojan tälle. ”DEN! GLIDER! IN!” Koskela huusi yläilmoista ja nosti Pojan suorille käsivarsille.

#tuntematon sotilas #au #95 #nevöföget

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Tried Giving G3 Clawdeen an Afro

I finally finished weaving her hair around wire, using the method @clowndollys on not-Twitter mentioned how to do back in March of last year (when I could actually look at Twitter without needed an account). It took me about a month or two of off and on again work. I’m thinking that the floral wire that I used was not actually strong enough to do this correctly because I fought with it, EVERY SINGLE PART OF THE WAY. I would rather micro braid or give a doll twists than try this again….at least that’s what I was thinking at this stage before I saw the results.

Here she was with all of the wires removed after I gave her a hot water rinse and let her dry. There were SO many, as is I tried doing one for every four hair plugs (or every two down her part line).

And this is how she looked after I gently split every one of her hair pieces in half. Her poly hair really holds the style well (blissfully ignoring that it will get more fuzzy and then it will all break off in another ten years or so). Now to style it!

Tada! I’m still kinda fussing with it, but otherwise, she is trimmed and styled how I would like. I just need to round out her pupils and paint her claws and then I have another poly G3 Clawdeen to my collection. I really liked her face-up on this one and was disappointed to see that she and all of her ghoul friends had poly in this line, so I was just going to turn around and resell her along with all of the other naked dolls with their coffins, but after all this work, I’m going to keep her (and Cleo and Frankie….because they are just so darn cute…despite the sucky hair quality).

#monster high dolls #doll collecting #dollbr #aleta’s toys #monster high #monster high doll #toy collecting #custombyaleta #doll custom #monster high clawdeen #doll collector #clawdeen wolf #clawdeen wolf doll #mh clawdeen #g3 clawdeen #monster high gen 3

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Guardians prompt if you're interested: Stakar pov of peter/Stakar talking to yondu about peter

Stakar had just about given up on expecting the galaxy to surprise him anymore. And now here he was, finding out that Yondu Udonta had a kid stashed away -- a grown kid, running his own merc crew.

... okay, the whole idea of any of the Ravagers having some by-blow on some planet somewhere wasn't exactly a big shock, but this was something else entirely, not a random kid that Yondu had fathered on a planet he'd never gone back to, but a kid he'd raised as his own -- and kept secret from the Ravagers, from Ego, and from the galaxy in general for twenty-five years.

Oh, sure, it wasn't a big secret that Peter Quill was a Ravager; Stakar had even vaguely heard about Yondu's disgraced faction getting involved with some fight out in the Nova Empire. (Not that he was keeping tabs on the little shit or anything.) But now the whole truth came out and it was a real kick in the gut.

It meant having to accept that he'd believed things about Yondu for the last two and a half decades that were ... well, not completely wrong, but definitely a little bit off-center. Mainly because Yondu was a close-mouthed shithead who never told anybody anything if he didn't have to. And, if Stakar was gonna be completely honest with himself (and if he wasn't, Aleta sure wouldn't hold back) he had to accept a certain amount of responsibility as well. He knew what Yondu was like, and he knew that twenty years as a Kree slave left deep, deep scars -- which meant that sometimes in order to figure out what was going on in the stubborn bastard's head, you had to kick the truth out of him.

And he hadn't done that. So here he was, with Yondu dead and Yondu's kid on his hands.

Peter Quill. Half Terran, half something else.

Stakar's first impression of him was that he didn't seem like much. But then, Quill had just lost two fathers in one day, and he'd just found out that he and Yondu's first mate were the only survivors of the Ravager clan he'd grown up in, and he'd also just had a whole pile of extended Ravager clan he'd never met dumped on him, so okay, that was gonna throw anybody off.

And he'd never had the grace or the misfortune of attending a wake for a Ravager captain. Stakar's entire ship was one big drunken party, and through it all, Stakar kept trying to corner Quill to talk to him, and having one hell of a hard time doing it. (He did find out that some of Quill's crew could party with the best of 'em, though, especially that big gray fellow and the green gal. They did have to throw the damn little rat in the brig after he tried to stab a couple of guys who started shit-talking Yondu, though.)

It took two days of narrowly missing each other, but Stakar finally tracked Quill down in one of the spare M-ships. Quill had pulled up all the telemetry so it looked like the ship was outside in the depths of space, even though it was sitting in the hangar bay of Stakar's mothership, and then he'd curled up in the pilot's chair with the music player that he never seemed to be without.

Yondu had raised himself a fuckin' weird kid.

But what it came down to was, your kid was your kid, and Stakar never would've said this (and never had a chance to prove it) but as much of a total shithead as Yondu had been, he had a pretty good idea he'd have thrown himself out an airlock for that bastard too.

So he plunked down in the copilot's chair beside Quill, poured out a glass from the bottle in his hand, and offered it across the space between them. Quill glanced at it and winced.

"No thanks. My hangovers have hangovers."

"What, they don't have booze on Terra?" It was good Xandarian brandy, laced with a hit of Knowhere spinal fluid for that extra kick. Stakar knocked back a slug.

"Sure they do, but I was eight when I left. I hadn't exactly started building up a tolerance yet."

"Yondu took ya," Stakar said, pouring himself another shot.

"Yeah, if you wanna get personal about it." Quill wrapped his fingers around the music player and tucked it against his chest. He was still wearing one of the little ear thingies; the other one was down on his shoulder, so Stakar could hear the tinny beat of whatever noise he was listening to. Quill toyed with the fallen earpiece, making moves like to put it back in. The message was clear: buzz off, jerk, I'm busy.

Good thing Stakar had never been too sharp at taking a hint.

"You pissed about that?"

"Yes ... no ... I don't know." Quill looked sullen. He sucked in a breath and reached out a hand. "If we're going to talk about this, I hope that offer of a drink's still on the table."

So basically Stakar got Yondu's kid completely trashed, and they talked about a lot of things, Yondu being the main topic. Quill was screamingly furious at the blue asshole (Stakar could relate), and coping with a soul-deep grief at the same time. They talked about Yondu; they talked about Quill's childhood; Stakar told Quill about breaking Yondu out of that Kree hell hole; and Quill told him a lot of things Stakar had never known about those missing decades after he'd cut Yondu out of the Ravager fold.

At the end of it all, he had to half-drag a limp Quill off to find a spare bunk to put him in. Terrans really weren't much for drinking, on a galactic scale. He couldn't help wondering if Yondu had ever run into that particular problem, and if he'd also had the same problem Stakar was currently having, which was an alternately belligerent and overly friendly Quill draped on his neck.

"I'm gonna be so fuckin' hung over," Quill muttered, one limp arm flopped over Stakar's shoulders and basically holding him up. "I was just gettin' over the last one. Asshole."

"It's tradition," Stakar told him, which was more or less straight-up what he'd told Yondu a really long time ago.

Quill laughed and then dropped his head onto Stakar's shoulder. He was really huggy when he got drunk, Stakar had found out the hard way. "I miss 'im," he mumbled into the collar of Stakar's Ravager coat. "God -- I miss him -- I never knew, y'know? There's so many goddamn things I shoulda said."

"You and me both, kid," Stakar told him, pouring him into the first unoccupied bunk he found. "But you know what? With you, at least, I get the feeling he knew already."

"Doesn't make up for not saying it," Quill mumbled into the tangle of blankets on the bunk.

"Nah, don't matter. Yondu was never much for talking about shit. Good luck ever tryin' to have that conversation with him."

Quill caught at the edge of Stakar's jacket and looked up with drunken earnestness. "You think he knew."

"Stake my reputation as a Ravager on it, kid."

"I like you," Quill mumbled, rolling over and trailing the hand he'd fisted in Stakar's jacket. "Good job gettin' Yondu out of the slave -- uh -- things. That's good. Thanks. Lucky he got you."

Stakar gazed down at the moplike tangle of orange-brown Terran hair submerged in a pile of blankets. Damn it. For all he knew, the kid was a shit space pirate -- but he got why Yondu had thrown over a payoff from Ego and the entire Ravager fleet for this idiot.

"Hey, Stakar! Where you want this?"

"For Krask's sake," Stakar muttered, jolted out of his thoughts, as Martinex dumped a completely shitfaced, limp space-rat-creature on him.

"He got out," Martinex said unnecessarily. "And then he got drunk again. Any ideas?"

"Hey, Quill --" Stakar began, and turned around to find that Quill had either fallen asleep or passed out.

Stakar deposited the raccoon on the edge of Quill's bunk. Rocket muttered an obscenity through a muzzle that curled in a brief snarl, then rolled over and wedged himself under Quill's arm. Quill wrapped an arm around him and burrowed into his fur.

Stakar rescued the music player and put it on a shelf above the bunk, where it wouldn't accidentally get knocked off or puked on, and left them curled up together in a tousled heap.

Yondu might be gone, but he'd raised a pretty okay kid somewhere along the way, and that wasn't a bad legacy to leave behind.

#guardians of the galaxy #gotg2 #stakar ogord #peter quill #yondu #gotg2 spoilers #Anonymous

[aletawohl]

https://soundcloud.com/aleta-wohl/amourtoujourstony

“L’Amour” Aleta Wohl Artist L’Amour bien sûr L’amour toujours toi Et moi Je ne sais quoi Les mots Te dire Plaisirs désirs vos baisers laisse-les Ce soir L’Amour Bien sûr toujours C’est facile Les raisons mille ç'est ça Imaginer tes bras M'embrasse J’embrasse nous embrassons Mille raisons tout à fait Je veux que vous sachiez mes désirs plaisirs En regardant dans mes yeux Biensur L’amour toujours Toi et Moi ç'est ça Toi et Moi Pourquoi? vos baisers laisse-les L’amour bien sûr toujours Je sais mes Désirs plaisirs Toi et Moi Pourquoi? vos baisers laisse-les Vos baisers Vos baisers “L’Amour” Aleta Wohl Artist Copyright Aleta 2017

#original @poetry lyrics

[steppesthetic]

How many other people will send Floria

Just you.

First impression: An empathetic, unnervingly polite monster. In other words, a normal Tzimisce... except cool. Obviously an S-ranked member of Aleta’s coterie.

Impression now: A lonely child who screams when you take away her toys.

Favorite moment: The whole warehouse scene. Her blood form oozing between the floorboards, her composure finally losing out to her beast, the pterodactyl war-form, the dread before Vesp rolled her agg damage. It was legitimately terrifying. Good villain moment.

Idea for a story: Either elucidation on how close she was to Gloria or why she decided to stay by Aleta.

Unpopular opinion: Memes aside, she actually is a really cool character? She was a member of the Lesno team that had an active, adversarial relationship with our coterie and that went the longest way to making her memorable... aside from the bubblegum-pink hair.

Favorite relationship: Floria/Kiyomori. Playing Kiyomori I was always concerned that he wasn’t so much of a character as he was a video game with one combo, so the utter contempt she held for him, and that was returned in kind, over someone they both hardly knew helped a lot.

Favorite headcanon: She cared for Tooyalakekt, in her own way beyond that of simply using his monstrous form for a cool boss fight, and thought she was helping him by perfecting his nature. I think the T I M E Z O N E will be very hard on her if she doesn’t have a “project” like him to work on.

#chocozumas-revenge

[buythennow-blog]

Aleta Wooden Lacing Toys - Amareck

https://buythennow.com/?p=15080 Aleta Wooden Lacing Toys - Amareck - https://buythennow.com/?p=15080

[hectormilla]

Una historia que sólo podía ser japonesa. Akira Suzuki y Togo Kida viven y trabajan en Tokio como diseñadores. Han creado, con una idea que ya practicaban en su infancia, el proyecto Second Life Toys que consiste en reparar peluches que han perdido una pierna, un cuerno, una mano, recuperando esos miembros de otros peluches rotos. Con esta idea han desarrollado todo un proyecto con una ONG para incentivar la donación de órganos, que en Japón es un problema complicado. Así, de una forma simbólica, la gente dona sus peluches rotos, se reparan, el elefante recupera su oreja rota, la ballena sus aletas, y un niño compra este juguete, tan original, y el donante recibe una foto del niño con su nuevo peluche. Toda una historia que debe inspirar a mucha más gente.

Lo cuenta el storytelling que hace Wetransfer!