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koiibiito · 15 days

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— Ménage À Trois

Pairing: Esteban Kukuriczka x f!reader x Francisco Romero

Length: 3.6k

TW: mentions of drugs and alcohol, weed, shotgunning, threesome, praise, slightly degrading language, semi-public sex —> car sex, high sex

Tags: reader is good at flirting, stoners!Kuku and Fran, barely any foreplay since they’re all too intoxicated and horny. details of the setting is american bc writer never lived in Argentina 😭, car is truck-sized. inspired by some nasty thoughts that popped in my head when i saw this guy rolling up joints for us to smoke at the getaway cabin.

a/n. A tiny little gift for @madame-fear , who has been too bighearted by letting me go crazy in her ask box. No beta we die like men (i’ll edit later at night after i take my crusty colored contacts off.)

you’ve always been a handful.

insatiable, unstoppable, your charm is always turned on with a refractory period so short it almost hurt and a smile that makes everyone weak in the knees.

a handful.

you’re a shameless flirt, all sultry glances and hooded eyes to whoever managed to pique your interest. you’re a bar fairy to the tips of your toes, flitting from spot to spot with a mouthful of cheap liquor and a goal in mind; someone to buy you drinks.

you’re not expecting to marry any of your little trysts, obviously not, but having them stick around for more than a great night and a sloppy morning handjob would be nice. it satisfies you enough for a week, and it’s good enough to soothe the lack of physical intimacy in your otherwise single life.

you make your way over to one of your favorite clubs, the gold summit, to try your luck for the night; you know you’re gonna score, but you like to make it a game. tonight’s objective is clear, even with the two quick vodka shots and half drunk beer in your system— you’ve always been good about holding your liquor. you’re gonna find the hottest guy in here, and you’re gonna fuck his brains out. and then you’ll see if he’s brave enough to stay in your life for a while.

simple.

there’s rules to the game, still. you can’t make it too easy, or too hard. the game’s no fun if you win too fast, and it’s no fun with blue balls.

you scan the surrounding crowd, eyes jumping from face to face. rule number one; he cannot too big and bulky. you prefer lean, corded strength, the hidden challenge of drawing that roughness out of them. it’s also just safer, makes it easier to escape any possible… unpleasant situation.

rule number two; he should not be too shitfaced. you were a firm believer in consent, no matter what, and you definitely don’t want to clean puke out of your more tender areas—one awful night had confirmed that it wasn’t a good feeling.

rule number three; no experimenting. stick to the comfort zone, the things you like. waking up regretful and disappointed is never the goal.

your eyes rest on a wide, broad set of shoulders; trailing up to a cut jaw, a subtle smile so angelic, and a face that could melt stone, even with the gentle yet sharp features: his nose, lip and eyebrow. a perfect combination of sexy and sweetheart. you smirk.

target spotted.

you slip through the crowd like water, fluidly weaving between sweaty, moving bodies until you’re right in front of mr. golden-ray-of-sun, his smile soft and demure.

“hi!” you call, stand on tiptoe to be heard over the music and bless him, he just wraps an arm around your waist, pulls you in gently to be able to hear you. you bite your lip in anticipation, eyes softened just so as you ask the tall man to dance, and you can see it in the appreciative look you get in kind, the simple, smiling nod.

you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger already, and you haven’t even started.

turning so that you’re flush against the other’s solid chest, you wiggle a little, half to adjust and half to tease, before letting the music overtake you. he brings large, warm hands to rest on the bare skin at your waist, and he smirks at nothing in particular.

and then you start dancing.

you know these particular jeans are serving you well, ass cupped tight and snug by the fabric and the fishnets underneath give you a little edge. the cropped corset top that rests just above your belly button exposes soft skin that he seems to love having his hands on, and you thank whatever god might be listening for body shimmer lotion, the tops of your breasts glimmering in the low bar light.

you look delicious. this godly ray-of-sun of a man definitely wants to eat you.

you start off slow, don’t wanna overdo it: grinding is a form of art, and whil you are good at it, he is basically a master. you push back in time with the bass, hips swaying just so, and his grip tightens.

perfect.

using that as a green light, you bend, ass up perfectly against his crotch as you sway and grind to the music. he is appreciative, keeps you close and tugs you up by the hips after a few heady minutes. he’s got his lips just under your ear, pressing little hot, open mouthed kisses to the skin there and you simply lean back, expose more and more skin to be kissed.

it’s like the entirety of the dance floor has slimmed down to just the two of you, hot and heavy and just fucking right and all you can feel are hands on your waist and lips on your skin, the music pouring through every inch of you. it’s addictive, hooking.

perfect.

the song melts into another, then another, until your skin glistens with sweat and you can feel sunshine’s hardness pressed up against the curve of your ass. you take a breath, steady yourself before pulling away, lacing your fingers in the taller man’s and leading him away from the noisy crowd.

“i’m y/n,” you finally say, a satisfied little smirk on your lips. he has passed all the tests so far, and you’re eager to see what he has in store for you.

“i’m esteban kukuriczka, kuku for short, and i really, really wanna smoke you out,” the other replies, a gentle smirk splayed on his face and it makes you a little weak in the knees. “my stash is just right outside.”

really weak in the knees. not that you’d tell him that.

instead, you cock your head, the portrait of innocence at esteban’s remark. “oh really? you got a good dealer?” you ask coyly, and usually you don’t smoke with strangers, but you’re feeling a little adventurous tonight.

“baby, i’m the dealer,” esteban promises, his smile growing ever wider. “and i’ve got a friend.”

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esteban’s friend ends up being in the lot just behind the club, finishing up a quick exchange and you let the taller man lead the way. in the glint of the moonlight you admire him properly, too busy eyeing the lean muscles of his arms through his sleeveless tank and subtle ripple of muscles decorating them. you’re too busy watching the way his eyes reflects the sheen of the streetlights to realize you’ve stopped walking, picture those eyes watching you intensely as his tongue run circles along your clit—

you pull yourself out of those thoughts. not yet.

the game’s still on.

you’ve got the upper hand right now, have the whole night and you trail a hand up esteban’s spine, feel him shiver at the touch. you like winning.

and then esteban’s friend steps out of the car, and you stop breathing for a heartbeat. for the second time tonight.

if esteban is golden hour and ungodly sex, this man is nighttime and downright sin.

stoic looking with a piercing gaze, he’s dressed a little more polished than esteban, a beige jacket accompanied by black pants. even with all the clothes, you are beginning to picture what he looks like without them, imagining what’s underneath the collar of his shirt.

beside him, esteban smirks.

you pull yourself together.

“what’s up!” esteban cheers, slinging an arm around the other’s neck. the other just sighs playfully, shoving off his arm and rolling his eyes.

“you saw me this morning, kuku, fuck off,” he says good naturedly, before his eyes drift over to you. “new friend?”

“something like that,” esteban smirks, slips a hand in your back pocket and you’ve got the presence of mind to blush a little, play it coy. fran just smirks, expression mirroring kuku’s before he opens the back door to his noticeably big car — nice and roomy, you think — and waves a hand.

“in that case, mind if i join? i’ve got the good shit right here, and it’s on me,” he offers, and the innuendo just brings more heat to your face. you’re a little out of your element, a little off-balance; you can handle two men just fine, but two men this unearthly handsome is a little overwhelming.

still, the thought of fucking the both of them high, in the back of a truck, is the culmination of several of your wet dreams, and you easily follow esteban inside.

the seats are plush leather, wide and spacious and you find yourself right between them, esteban’s hand on your thigh and fran’s leg against your own. you watch as latter deftly rolls two neat, fat blunts, the smell of the weed strong in the air.

esteban gets the first hit, the easy flick of a lighter filling the backseat with hazy smoke and you’re in awe at the way his cheeks hollow out, accentuating his already sharp jawline. he slips it to you next, holds it to your mouth and finally, you think, a little smirk hovering at the corners of your mouth. you can get a leg up.

pouting your lips out just so, you take the blunt between them easily, hollow out your cheeks as you suck in the smoke and you know you’re giving them a view, cheeks a little flush, and your mouth pouted over the blunt so pretty. you lean back when you exhale, send a few even smoke rings up and you’ve got their full attention now.

you are a sight to behold.

fran’s hand slips up your leg to rest on your other thigh as he takes the blunt next, eyes never leaving kuku’s as he inhales and it’s like some silent sort of agreement, some unspoken deal. you repress the shiver you get when kuku smiles down at you, a little predatory, a little hungry.

they finish the first blunt with nothing more than a few lingering stares, esteban and fran never moving their hands from your thighs and you’re already feeling floaty, a little loose, but still coherent.

esteban sparks up the second blunt but pauses before he passes it to you, cups your jaw in one hand gently to tilt your head up. “inhale and hold it, baby,” he murmurs, but his voice is firm and low; it is not a question.

you do as you’re told, suck in the smoke and keep your mouth closed as he turns your head towards fran with the same hand, gentle but firm. “hold it in, that’s right. give it to fran, like a good girl,” he says, right in your ear and you nearly tremble at the proximity. you press your mouth to fran without questioning, let the man lick into your mouth easily and suck all the smoke from you with another small whine. your cheeks are flushed when he pulls away to blow it out, lips pouted in the foggy interior.

kuku smirks.

“what, not enough for you? come here,” and he’s taking a slow drag off the blunt before tugging you closer, slotting your mouths together and breathing in the smoke. you can barely focus on exhaling, mouth turning up into another pout as he pulls away and you whine again, high and needy in the back of your throat. fran slips his arms around your waist then, pulls you back into his lap and leans against the door of the truck to mouth at your neck softly.

“tell us what you want, baby,” he mumbles into your heated skin, esteban watching you both. he’s got his hands on your thighs while fran slips cool fingers under your shirt, flicking over your nipples through your bra to make you whine again.

“w-want you, both of you,” you whine out, back arching at fran’s teasing touch, and esteban snaps.

pushing forward to crowd you against fran’s chest, esteban kisses you hard, lips pressed together like he can’t get enough of you. one hand rests at the back of your neck, forcing your head up to lick into your mouth easily, fran nipping and sucking down the length of your throat to make you whine into esteban’s mouth. you’re trapped between them, rutting your hips up against esteban’s and back into fran’s lap as you kiss, sloppy and heady and wet.

fran lets you rut between them for a little, lets you work yourself up until you’re whining and whimpering against esteban’s lips, silently asking for more. he presses down on your waist with one hand, the other deftly undoing the button of your jeans. esteban pulls off of your mouth just long enough to help the other wiggle your jeans down, a low growl building in his throat at the sight of you on fran’s lap in just fishnets, no panties.

“naughty. someone wanted to get fucked tonight, hm?” esteban hums, pressing lightly against your already soaked cunt with the palm of his hand, chasing down your moans with his mouth once more. “prep her,” he tells fran over the top of your head, tossing him a little bottle of lube from the glove compartment before kissing him, a little wet and messy before kissing you again.

fran slicks his fingers up, traces around your swollen clit once, twice before pressing inside you with his middle finger, groaning low at the feeling of your tight heat around him. “next time i’m eating you out,” he swears under his breath, and esteban mumbles his agreement as he swallows your moans and whimpers, tongue licking into your mouth relentlessly.

you like the sound of a “next time”, moan a little louder into esteban’s mouth as you fumble with his jeans and he takes pity on you, helps you kick them down so you can palm at his cock, hard and heavy in his boxers.

“i wanna fuck her first,” fran tells esteban, voice rough as you squeeze the latter’s cock in one hand and you whine at that, like that they’re talking about you like you’re not there.

“gonna fuck her loose and sloppy for me?” esteban teases, as the other man presses in a second finger just to hear you moan.

“of course,” fran smirks, leans over you to kiss you again, keeping you busy between them. when he breaks the kiss, you can’t help but whine a little.

“what, baby? you’re not getting enough attention? you’ve got your hands on my cock and his fingers inside you, don’t be greedy,” esteban chastises and you just whine, hot and needy.

fran’s managed to get three fingers pressed inside you before he paused to roll on a condom, kicking off his pants and slicking himself up. he’s got the hem of his shirt caught between his teeth, eyes dark with want and you arch in pleasure, impatient for the touch of his fingers to barely brush against your sweet spot and scissors you open. you’re so gone you can barely register yourself begging, a steady stream of “please please please” slipping past your lips as fran pulls out his fingers, shifting you against the seat to line himself up with your slick hole.

fran’s cock, twitching with impatience and enthusiasm as he pushes in, slowly sinking into you with a low groan. esteban kisses your temple, rubs gentle circles on your shoulders to ease you both into it, little whines filling the smoky air.

esteban is patient though, alternates between kissing you and whispering praises into your ear — “doing so well, sweetheart, taking him so well, such a good girl” — until you’re ready for fran to move, pushing back against his cock with another needy whimper. fran’s hips don’t slow after that, slamming into you so forcefully the car shakes, windows fogged and steamy.

he’s cursing and moaning under his breath, hips slapping against the fat of your ass with every thrust and esteban’s got his hands all over your body, caressing your nipples, toying with your clit, pinching your hips. he’s muttering a steady stream of praise in your ear, mouthing kisses along your flushed skin — “you’re taking his cock so well, princess, gonna come? come on his cock, sweetheart, so i can fuck you” — and you’re barely holding on, nails digging into fran’s clothed back and messy whimpers escaping you with every thrust.

fran stops, pushes your legs up close to your chest and thrusts hard, cock hitting your sweet spot head on and you keen, eyes rolling back in your head as you come all over his cock, legs twitching as he fucks into you harder. your walls clench up as you cum and you milks fran’s cock, whine into his mouth as he kisses you and his hips still, stuttering into you as he comes in the condom. he kisses you through it, as the other man peppers little bites onto your shoulder until fran’s pulling out, tying off the condom and pulling you against his chest to let esteban sit up.

they switch positions easily, you on fran’s chest as he leans against the door and esteban kneeling between your spread legs, hands massaging your ass cheeks gently. “you think you can take me, baby? not too sore?” esteban checks, and it makes something inside you go warm, a little soft. you nod quickly, turning so that you can kiss esteban over your shoulder.

“want you too,” you whine, wiggling your ass for extra emphasis, and esteban just laughs as he tugs open his jeans. fran kisses you softly when the other man pushes in, keeps your legs spread for him to make the press in easier.

it stings a little — kuku’s cock, long and thick is immediately smeared with your cum as it penetrates you — your body cannot help but tremble with the antagonizing, yet slow intrusion. your pussy is over-sensitive but you like the blunt pleasure, kissing fran until esteban’s fully inside. you push back against him almost immediately, whimpering a little against fran’s lips until esteban starts fucking you in earnest, hands tight on your hips.

if fran was quiet when you fucked, low moans and growls, then esteban is mouthy.

he doesn’t stop praising you, his hands keep roaming over your sweaty skin and whispering “good girl, such a good girl, so pretty like this baby, fucked open on my cock” and it only makes your orgasm build faster. you try to prolong buildup of the pleasure but you fail terribly, the familiar tightness pools in your stomach, makes your whines even more desperate and fran’s pressing kisses wherever he can reach, eyes stuck on where esteban’s cock keeps disappearing inside you.

it’s all too much and not enough at once, and you’re whimpering once, twice, three times before you come all over esteban’s cock and fran, slumped over the other man’s body as esteban keeps fucking you. it doesn’t take the taller much longer to come, the tight heat of your walls and the breathy, whiny little moans sending him right over the edge as he spills into the condom.

you’re boneless, fucked into a soft sort of haziness and there’s tears in your eyes — good ones, definitely good ones — as the pair of them sit you up, wiping you down and cooing in your ear about how good you were, how pretty and perfect. they pull your jeans back on, tuck your shirt down before pulling their own pants back on. fran is the first to speak, voice low and soft.

“you guys wanna get some food? there’s a 24-hour diner around the block,” he asks, and you can see the hint of a blush on his cheeks, a little shyness to his smile like he wasn’t fucking you senseless twenty minutes prior.

esteban stretches behind you, the smile you adore so much back full force on his face. “i’m down, i’ll pay. since you so let us smoke and fuck in your car for free,” he smirks, and you can’t help your giggle.

“i’ll pay, since you so generously brought her to me,” fran counters yet again, head cocked to your direction without actually looking at you, “and shared her with me.”

“i am hungry,” you find yourself agreeing, a smile of your own creeping onto your lips, and they both smile back at you, a mess of limbs and sweaty bodies on cool leather.

this definitely wasn’t how you saw your night going, you think as you all squeeze into a booth at the diner ten minutes later, fran by the window with a hand on your thigh, esteban at the end with his hand around your waist. they squish you in between them, kiss at your flushed cheeks and coo over you as they flick through a menu and yeah, you really didn’t see this coming.

i definitely won, you think smugly when fran feeds you the cherry off your milkshake, esteban darting forward to lick the whipped cream off your lips.

definitely.

a/n. thanks for reading and i hope you like it!!<3

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harrysfolklore · 1 year

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need me a blurb of harry thriving in latin america bc we all know he absolutely peaks over there

here it is !! a blurb about colombia, peru, chile and argentina 💖 brasil will get its insta blurb once the shows are done ! i hope you like this

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Colombia

"I'm so excited. I've never played here on my own before." Harry said as he looked over the window of his private jet, you were on your flight to Colombia after spending an incredible week in Mexico where Harry had four amazing shows filled with love, music and moments he would never forget, you were beyond happy that Harry was making amazing memories in Latin America.

"It's going to be an amazing show, baby," you looked up from your phone and saw his excited little smile, you were previously texting some of your friends from Colombia about stuff to do and places to visit over there, you knew Harry was dying to explore and walk around before the show. "I have a list of places we should visit, and I made a reservation for dinner tonight, my friends say this restaurant is the best in the city."

"That sounds lovely, darling." He let out a yawn as he got comfortable, drifting off to sleep for the rest of the flight.

After an easy landing and check in at your hotel, you went strolling around, Harry clad in his signature blue adidas jacket and you were wearing matching comfortable clothes, after some nice dinner that was even accompanied by live salsa music that Harry absolutely loved and made sure to get it added to the Late Night Talking intro and a couple of shots of Aguardiente, you guys walked around the streets of Bogota, and even tho Harry's mask was covering his lips, his eyes gave away the happiness he was feeling.

He felt at home.

"You know, I feel like you've been glowing lately," you said after a few moments of comfortable silence, walking hand in hand "You've been glowing ever since the Guadalajara show" you added, turning your head to look at him.

"I thought that only happened during pregnancy, right?" Harry asked, looking down at you.

"You glow when you're happy, baby." you smiled up at him, melting at the sight of his eyes getting even softer, he let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders and kiss the crown of your head through his mask.

"I'm very, very happy. That's for sure"

Peru

“I’d like to begin with a massive massive thank you to you for such a warm welcome back to Peru, I remember being here in 2014 and I remember how incredible you were, and we’ve barely begun the show and you’re just as incredible tonight.” Harry said into the mic as he walked down the catwalk, you were fondly watching by the stage wings, absolutely enamored by the crowd and how beautiful Harry looked in his pink heart top,

"The last time I was here I went on a little hike with my girlfriend, who's here tonight by the way, give it up for my YN!" the screams grew louder at the mention of your name, and it didn't fail to warm your heart "We went to Machu Picchu last time, beautiful landscape, it was like watching my history books come to life," he continued, "However, I made the terrible decision to wear tight skinny jeans that day, I ended up with a nasty fabric burn on my bum," you couldn't help but laugh as you remembered how much of a cry baby Harry was when we had his little incident "Yeah, I was a naive 20 year old boy who didn't listen to his girlfriend, who persistently told him to wear more adequate clothes for the occasion." Harry turned his head towards you and sent you a wink, that didn't fail to make you blush like you were those 20 year old kids again.

"Anyway! Who's ready for more music? Mas musica Peru!" the lights went down and everyone got ready to sing and dance again, the smile on Harry's face growing bigger and his heart filled with happiness to be playing for another latin american crowd.

Chile

"Come here. I miss you"

"And I would also love to see you in that black bathing suit x"

You laughed as you read the texts Harry sent, you were currently in Santiago, Chile, and the weather was so nice the entire crew decided to spend the day by the pool.

You made your way towards the private pool area the resort designated for you, and once you spotted your boyfriend your mouth couldn't help but water a bit.

He was in his shirtless and black swimming trucks glory, his tattoos in full display and his skin glowing, arms open for you to crawl in.

"Finally, I've missed you" he said as you laid down next to him on the lounge chair he was resting, using his arm as a pillow.

"Don't be dramatic now, I was just gone for like 30 minutes" you turned your body sideways to look at his eyes, the sparkle on them hasn't left since you arrived to Colombia.

"Still too long," he placed your hand on your bare back and caressed it softly, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin, "I don't think I'll ever be over yesterday." he said making your move to nuzzle your face on his chest, his hand not leaving your back.

"It was a great show lovie, and tomorrow will be just as good" you placed a chaste kiss on his chest, and rested your hand there.

"I mean yeah, but i was talking about the amazing blowj-" you swatted his chest before he could continue, "Harry! Your entire tour crew is around, have some class" you said, making him laugh hysterically and kiss the crown of your head multiple times.

"Baby, they know I'm not a virgin, don't be so shy now" he gave you a teasing smirk that made you roll your eyes with affection before standing up.

"I swear you're like a teenager sometimes, I'm hopping in the water, bye!"

Argentina

"Holy shit! Look at how packed that pit is already" Harry said as he got a peek of the stadium, it was still early but fans were already inside and waiting for him.

"You know how much your fans here love you, baby. Tonight's show is going to be crazy" you rested your chin on his shoulder, looking at the crowd with him.

"It's going to be one of the best, I can't fucking wait" excitement was evident on his voice and you couldn't help but melt a bit, the man you love was happy and that made you the happiest as well.

"They scored!" Anthony Pham's voice made you turn your heads, a bunch of the crew members were watching the Argentina vs Australia match on a small tv, and the screams from the crowd just confirmed that their country had just scored.

"Wait, put the match on the big screens, let's watch it together with the crowd" Harry said and guys from the tech crew quickly put the match on the stadium screens, making fans grow excited.

By the end of the match and by a close call, Argentina won and the crowd erupted in cheers and screams, the entire staff celebrating too and hyping the crowd.

"Go celebrate with them baby! Go on!" you urged Harry to go on stage, "You know what? Fuck it!" and he ran to the stage and hyped the crowd, celebrating the victory with them

Argentina gave him one of his best tour memories already and the shows were still yet to happen.

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disfordevineaux · 3 months

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Okay with the 2024 Player Appreciation Week in march I really want to do something, and i think my best way back in is with a pt.2 to the fic I wrote for it wayyyy back in 2022. I have some ideas on where to head with it but then it's the issue of the expandability of such and which I think will work the best.

I'll link the orginal fic here incase anyone wants a refresher and the 2024 Player Week post but here are my thoughts for a continuation of the fic:

Day 2 - Parents: Direct continuation of Pt.1

Once arriving in Argentina, Players mum finds it difficult to accept letting go of her only child, and after a while (and accidental encouragement from Player himself) ends up phoning and messaging him multiple times a day, always at the worst times, aka all the time. It all culminating in almost ruining an important mission thanks to the eventual escalation. A nice resolution, naturally, but a story about the difficulties of separation and how ignoring/distancing in contrast to the almost obsessive inability to let go, one extreme to the other, isn't the best way to process it at all.

Player POV. Players mother & Carmen, then new team ACME Ivy and Zack and possibly Julia, Chase.

Day 5 - Loyalty: Can be a separate fic or direct continuation of Pt.1

(If a seperte fic, based sometime after the 2 year jump) Chief attempts to poach Player to join her ranks now that he's officially legal to actually hire and back out after the hiatus. Chief assigns Zack & Ivy to get the 'job' done, unbeknownst to them of her actual plans. After an official approach from her senior Agents Julia and Chase and sending him all the ACME merch one could possibly need, unsurprisingly, leads to no avail. Hijinks ensue.

Player POV. Carmen vs Chief + New ACME Zack & Ivy, brief Chase and Julia.

Alt. 3 - Hacker + Day 6 - Abandonment: Direct continuation of pt.1

Due to some self reflection, Player is determined to spread his wings with his new found 'adulthood' and separate himself from being a 'simple hacker' after Carmen unintentionally gets in his head about his role in the team and maybe his lanky physique, truly, she didnt mean it. Its hard being a young adult in the big wide world, trying to make or reinvent a name for yourself. He attempts to cultivate a new 'field agent' identity, eager to get out there one-on-one and in his words; "if Zack can do it, how hard can it be?". Unfortunately underestimated the true training, experience and skill development it takes to do what Carmen does, and do it well. He ends up, quite literally and accidentally, abandoned in a foreign country after failing to make it to the pick up location. With Player on the ground and off his perch, his tech destroyed, AI failing to fill his 'old' position, Player has to hope that he can either turn the drastically crappy situation around, manufacture a 'run in' with ACME or he will probably fall into the remnants of VILE's grip he barely avoided to dodge in the first place.

Player POV. Carmen, non disclosed VILE agents & Maybe ACME.

This is what I got. Or at least the best ideas I have that have a bit a meat to em. I'm open for a discussion on what y'all would want to read the most. I'm open for anything, Rbs, direct msgs on the post or to be me are totally welcome. ♡

#player appreciation week #csplayerweek2024 #csplayerappreciationweek2024 #playerappreciationweek #carmen sandiego #cs 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandiego 2019 #cs Player #player bouchard #disfordevineaux #chase devineaux #julia argent #cs ivy #cs zack

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bigmilk-13 · 7 months

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Encanto OC'tober Appreciation Event!

Buenos Días/Tardes mi amigos! Here's my week one application for @encanto-extended-edition

Just note- I can't draw for the life of me but I made a picrew of my character.

🍂Personal Info🍂

Name 🔸 Lucero Helena Escarra

Nicknames 🔸 Luz, 'Cero, Mi estrella

Gender Identity 🔸 Bigender (Female/Agender)

Pronouns 🔸 All Except Neopronouns

Age 🔸 21

Date of Birth 🔸 November 9th

Height 🔸 5'7 (172cm)

Place of Birth 🔸 Encanto, Colombia

Parents Origins 🔸 Rosalio, Argentina

Attraction 🔸 Bisexual and Greyromantic

Fluent Languages 🔸 English, Spanish and Latin

Accent 🔸 British

Extra Info 🔸 Ears Pierced, Left-handed.

🍂 Appearance 🍂

🔸Eye Colour: Purple

🔸Hair Colour: Dark Brown

🔸Skin Tone: White Tanned

🔸Usually has hair up in two buns but the back down

🔸Wears a rose flower crown made by Isabela.

🔸Doesn't need glasses, except for reading. She has reading glasses.

🔸Always wears gold hoop earrings given to her by her grandparents.

🔸Has barely noticeable freckles.

🔸Always dresses smart, likes traditional "mens" clothing.

🔸Owns 4 pairs of shoes- football boots, running shoes, everyday vans, and fancy skechers.

🍂 Family 🍂

She was born in Encanto but her parents, Helena and Samuel Escarra, were both born in Rosario, Argentina. She goes there once a year to visit her grandparents, Frederíc and Rosalia Escarra.

The Escarra's are quite popular in the Encanto. Helena Escarra runs the best bakery/patisserie in the entire village where Lucero works at full time, and her father is a history teacher at the local Middle School were she teaches violin and singing as an extra job.

🍂 Personality 🍂

🔸She's quite antisocial, has a couple close friends she likes to stick with- Carmen (her sister), Mirabel and Dolores are her best friends ever, she would do anything for them. Once you get to know her, she's charming, bubbly, wise and hilarious. She doesn't necessarily get jealous easily unless she has a reason to.

🔸She has a MASSIVE crush on Isabela, the first time they met was when Dolores invited Lucero over to La Casa Madrigal and they bumped into Isa on her way back there too. They talked for a bit, Lucero said a couple of jokes and the flower making girl asked them if they could come over more often since they needed someone like them to make the house feel more alive and humoured. They immediately accept and can't wait to bond with the Madrigals more. Except Pepa, Felix, Antonio and Mirabel, she knows them extremely well and the girl often exchanges clothing with Pepa as they are of similar height.

#encanto oc #encanto #encanto oc event #encanto oc appreciation #author can't draw #is piccrew even allowed?

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ca77um-ilo77 · 7 months

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probably not going to be posting about indycar for a while. i wanted to do an end of season thoughts, but honestly, the situation with callum has made me so unbelievably angry that i'm just going to step away until things get better. no one deserves what he's had to deal with, and i cannot express my incredulity at how people could treat another person, who constantly risks his life for our entertainment, as they have. that "statement" from juncos was beyond pathetic, and they should know better. releasing such an awful, insensitive, barely three sentence, post in response to their best driver getting literal death threats is disgusting. with that, the tweet from caterina wherein she expresses fear for her life in argentina is horrific. anyone that thinks this reaction to racing is okay or even reasonable at all should be severely ashamed of themselves.

thank you to all the amazing people on here; to my followers from indycar *muah*, i appreciate y'all, and i'm excited for next season of indy, but i just can't deal with it right now.

for those that follow me for formula 1, see y'all sunday <3

#indycar #callum ilott #juncos hollinger racing #agustin canapino #2023 indycar #f1 #formula 1

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cynopcis · 2 years

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home is wherever you are (hq!oikawa x gn!reader)

my oikawa birthday piece 🍰

notes: fluff, in this oneshot oikawa has been in argentina for months already and its his first birthday in the country

it's been so long since oikawa toru woke up to the sight of your figure facing away from him. he uselessly shifts his arm to try and alleviate the numbness and accidentally wakes you up.

you sit upright while rubbing groggily at your eyes, with the sun rising in the background helping you look like a fairy who had just woken up. you call out to his name softly and he responses with a kiss on the back of your hand.

"sorry," he says sheepishly, "lay back down?"

he grabs you by the waist and secures you back in his arms, you lay back down, nuzzling your face into his chest as you hum along the birds saying good morning with their cheerful chirps.

"how do you feel about budget version okonomiyaki for breakfast?" you ask, sending vibrations to his heart. it tickles he thinks.

he looks at the ceiling of his tiny bedroom thinking thoughtfully about the contents of his refrigerator that barely reached his shoulders.

"i don't think i have ingredients for that."

"you do," you push away from his a bit and he pouts at losing a bit if warmth from your body, "i checked yesterday and besides i bet it's been a while since you had good homemade japanese food."

he places a hand to his heart as if offended, "i cook very good food, thank you very much."

you laugh at him and he revels at hearing it without the annoying huffs of air a phone would always pick up. "no way babe, you suck ass at cooking."

you grab his arms and struggle to pull him away from the bed, "help me with breakfast if you're so good at cooking."

he smiles and follows you through his small apartment with his hands in yours.

"i love the fact that you feel at home already," he confesses, "i was a bit worried that something would've changed after i left."

you pause rummaging through his pantry to look at him, "toru, home is wherever you are, and right now i'm with you and it's enough for me already."

suddenly his small-scale apartment in the middle of an unfamiliar place suddenly feels like home. freshly turned 19 year old, oikawa toru, new that he was going to be okay.

likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3

#及川徹誕生祭2022 #oikawa toru #oikawa x reader #haikyuu fluff #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x gn!reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #🌱.hq #🌱.all works

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ofsxghts · 5 months

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( aubrey plaza. cis woman. she / her. ) ⸺ 🐏 greetings, bighorns ! walking around campus, sporting her black army surplus combat boots, we’ve spotted HARLEY PEREZ, a forty years old who contributes to our thriving community as a DESIGNER IN THE MAINTENANCE WING. according to our intel, she’s been around the sanctuary for five years and what we know about her, aside from the fact that she doesn’t agree with the decision to close the gates, is that she has a temper that only few know how to handle, deep down all she wants is for someone to love her for who she is, she hides a small knife in her boots for protection. doesn’t that make her fantastic ? we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate her so much, grateful for what she gives to our community.

tw mention of drugs

name :: harley isabela perez

nicknames :: harls (otherwise not a fan)

age :: forty

gender :: cis woman

pronouns :: she/her

sexual orientation :: bisexual

birthday :: february 10

place of birth :: córdoba, argentina

occupation :: designer

harley was born to a drug addicted mother. she barely spent any time with her and doesn't know a lot about her. when she was just a few months old, social services took her from her mother. the only two requestw was that she'd be named harley isabela and that she'd go to a hispanic family. social services promised that they'd try their best to accommodate those requests. she was placed in an orphanage and as a baby, wasn't given as much attention as she should've been. but little baby harley didn't care. she found ways to entertain herself and picked up a pencil one day and discovered she liked to draw.

when she was two years old, a hispanic couple arrived at the orphanage, wanting to adopt a little girl that looked just like them. upon seeing harley, they immediately fell in love. their first interaction with her wasn't what they expected. in fact, it was rather interesting. she sat there and simply drew a picture with a smile on her face. as she presented the picture to the couple, they noticed it was an alligator, which wasn't a normal creature for a little girl to know. they didn't want to think anything of it and took her home.

she spent a year with them, learning everything about the world, finding the weirdest things to be interested in. harley liked wearing black. she liked her hair down or up in a ponytail so you could see her curls. bows were an absolute nightmare. and the only way to calm her down from a temper tantrum was a piece of paper and a writing utensil. despite her personality being much different than they were expecting, they adored her. she was adopted at the age of three and was thankful that she'd have an endless amount of paper.

throughout her childhood, kids feared her, but she enjoyed it. she had a few friends, one that was the complete opposite of her. they grew up together and as teenagers, she realized that she was bisexual. telling her parents absolutely tore her apart. she knew that in the hispanic community it was frowned upon. but they adored her best friend, and adored that she had a crush on her. it made harley crazy. her tough personality was different around her. she gave her a purpose. they dated all throughout high school, but when college started, they both wanted to live on opposite sides of the world. harley wanted to be in new york and her girlfriend wanted california. they broke up and harley retreated more and more into herself.

that's when the tough dark personality expanded. she snapped at people, she was sassy, sarcastic, and occasionally difficult to work with. but the problem was she was good at what she did. she was an amazing artist and quickly found a love in all kinds of art. graphic design, architecture, all of it. she wanted to create things and wanted people to believe she could be artistic and a sarcastic little shit as well. the best way to describe her was grumpy. and she just needed a little sunshine.

when the virus outbreak flushed through the news, harley panicked. she'd had a terrible immune system as a kid and refused to be a statistic. so, she researched and found the community in colorado. packing up everything, she made sure she was double protected and traveled across the country to be safe. a job as a designer in the maintenance wing was a dream come true. how could she leave now? sure, her personality might not be the best for everyone, but she was at least decent enough to be around, right?

inspiration: rosa diaz

#endureintro #☆ﾟ*·ﾟwhat are you looking at? — about harley #tw mention of drugs #muse: harley perez

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bisamwilson · 1 year

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mak’s 95th oscar picks

i have somehow managed to watch all 54 films nominated for an academy award this year (!!!), so here’s my #1 pick for each category and my runner up! this isn’t what i think the academy will choose, but what i think personally deserves it

(note: these don’t necessarily represent my favorite film in each category, for example my runner up in best picture is not what i enjoyed second most, but what i think is second most deserving of the oscar)

some categories will also have a “i will be actively angry if this wins” pick and also some major snubs (only of films i’ve seen though. for example, many agree danielle deadwyler was snubbed for Till but i have not seen it so that snub will not be listed)

to find my review out of 5 stars for all these films, and also a list of 2022 feature length films (non-documentaries) ranked in my personal favorite order, check out my letterboxd!

best picture:

winner: everything everywhere all at once

runner up: the banshees of inisherin

second runner up (bc this category is huge): all quiet on the western front

will be actively angry if it wins: tr*angle of sadness, t*r, avatar: the way of water

snubs: the woman king, NOPE

best director:

winner: steven spielberg, the fabelmans

runner up: the daniels, everything everywhere all at once

will be actively angry if they win: t*dd field, t*r; ruben ostl*nd, tr*angle of sadness

snubs: park chan-wook, decision to leave; jordan peele, NOPE; gina prince-bythewood, the woman king

best actor:

winner: colin farrell, the banshees of inisherin

runner up: austin butler, elvis

will be actively angry if he wins: br*ndan fr*ser, the wh*le (do NOT @ me for this if you haven’t actually seen the movie. i love him as a person and an actor too but that movie was a dehumanizing spectacle that shouldn’t have been nominated for anything, and his performance wasn’t great bc the script wasn’t anything that lent itself to a good performance)

best actress:

winner: michelle yeoh, everything everywhere all at once

runner up: cate blanchett, t*r (blocking this out bc i’m otherwise really negative about the movie)

will be actively angry if she wins: an* de arm*s, bl*nde

snub: viola davis, the woman king

extra note: whatever the FYC said, michelle williams was not a lead in fabelmans. her performance was fantastic, but she deserved a best supporting nom, bc the solo lead was gabriel labelle, but we don’t appreciate young actors enough to acknowledge that

best supporting actor:

winner: ke huy quan, everything everywhere all at once

runner up: barry keoghan, the banshees of inisherin (though a very close runner up race with brian tyree henry for causeway)

snub: paul dano, the fabelmans

best supporting actress:

winner: angela bassett, black panther: wakanda forever

runner up: stephanie hsu, everything everywhere all at once

will be actively angry if she wins: jam*e lee c*rtis, everything everywhere all at once (if she wins over both bassett and hsu i swear to GOD)

snubs: keke palmer, NOPE; lashana lynch, the woman king

best original screenplay:

winner: everything everywhere all at once

runner up: the banshees of inisherin

will be actively angry if it wins: tr*angle of sadness

best adapted screenplay:

winner: women talking

runner up: all quiet on the western front

best animated feature film:

winner: puss in boots: the last wish

runner up: marcel the shell with shoes on

best international feature film:

winner: argentina, 1985

runner up: all quiet on the western front

snub: decision to leave (dir. park chan-wook)

best documentary feature:

winner: all the beauty and the bloodshed

runner up: fire of love

will be actively angry if it wins: nav*lny (which will most likely actually win)

best documentary short subject:

winner: the elephant whisperers

runner up: haulout

will be actively angry if they win: stranger at the gate, how do you measure a year? (not bothering to block these out bc stranger is actively infuriating, and how do you measure barely anyone saw)

extra note: i didn’t super care for any of these, but i found the elephant whisperers cute and heartwarming, so it definitely gets my vote

best live action short film:

winner: the red suitcase

runner up: an irish goodbye

will be actively angry if it wins: night ride (please don’t watch this. the vast majority of the film is just a bunch of transphobia couched in a “happy” ending to make it apparently okay)

best animated short film:

winner: ice merchants

runner up: an ostrich told me the world was fake, and i think i believe it

will be actively angry if it wins: honestly anything in this category that isn’t ice merchants bc it deserves it that much, but particularly the flying sailor and the boy, the mole, the fox, and the horse

best original score:

winner: justin hurwitz, babylon

runner up: volker bertelmann, all quiet on the western front

snubs: michael giacchino, the batman; harold faltermeyer, hans zimmer, lady gaga, and lorne balfe, top gun: maverick

best original song:

winner: “naatu naatu,” RRR

runner up: “lift me up,” black panther: wakanda forever

will be actively angry if it wins: “applause,” tell it like a woman

snub: “i ain’t worried,” top gun: maverick

best sound:

winner: top gun: maverick

runner up: the batman

extra note: the academy needs to split this one back up into best sound mixing and best sound editing

best production design:

winner: elvis

runner up: all quiet on the western front

best cinematography:

winner: all quiet on the western front

runner up: bardo, false chronicle of a handful of truths

will be actively angry if it wins: t*r, emp*re of light (this category SUCKS this year)

snubs: decision to leave; NOPE; top gun: maverick; the batman (this category SUCKS this year!!!! the only one of the nominees that should be there is all quiet and these four should’ve gotten the other spots)

best makeup and hairstyling:

winner: all quiet on the western front

runner up: black panther: wakanda forever

will be actively angry if it wins: the wh*le

best costume design:

winner: black panther: wakanda forever

runner up: mrs. harris goes to paris

will be actively angry if it wins: babylon (those costumes are NOT period accurate!!!!)

best film editing:

winner: everything everywhere all at once

runner up: elvis

will be actively angry if it wins: t*r, the banshees of inisherin, top gun: maverick

extra notes: literally the other three don’t come anywhere near fucking close to the top two. i switched back and forth between my winner and runner up a decent amount tbh, they’re both fantastic editing wise)

best visual effects:

winner: avatar: the way of water

runner up: top gun: maverick

will be actively angry if it wins: anything but avatar. the movie sucked but it’s the obvious winner here. the special effects are insane

#mak rants #mak watches movies #oscars #academy awards #95th oscars

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rinniemybeloved · 1 year

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[✦] - Haikyuu!! ethnicity headcanons (part 2)

Characters: Yamaguchi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Kyōtani, Shirabu, Aran, Terushima, and Hirugami

A/N: Barely any of the characters in HQ look Japanese at all (maybe that's just an anime thing but whatever) so I decided to give them ethnicities.

-at first I was gonna say Pakistani but it didn't really fit

-so I settled for an Arabian country

-actually scrap that

-Persian

-that fits more

-his hair color is just so random that it's hard to predict where he'd be from

-apart from that, he looks pretty Japanese anyways

-he's Mexican

-one of them Juans

-he looks more Mexican than a Mexican

-his smirk also seems so Mexican

-bros a lil too Mexican

-did I forget to mention that I think he's Mexican?

-laughed just a little while thinking about this but like

-he just looks so white

-im not trying to be mean it's just—i don't rlly see anything 'cultural' in him, yk?

-there aren't rlly any specific features to him that make him seem like he isn't white

-but when I say white I mean maybe smth like Australia

-yes, I think he grew up in Australia

-just forget about the normal dub and imagine him talking in an Aussie accent instead

-in part 1 I said he was one of the characters that actually looks japanese

-well let's just forget about that bc now that I look at him he seems north african

-moroccan fits

-i'd also like to say that he's mixed bc of his skin color and face shape

-somewhere that's still close to Morocco though

-so like Algeria or Mauritania

-finnish

-a biology kid (idk what that has to do with him being Finnish)

-idc whatever y'all say but to me his hair literally screams Scandinavian

-he doesn't know how to speak Finnish that much at all

-he doesn't really care about his ethnicity in the first place

-probably grew up in one of those big happy families

-its canon that he's one of four brothers anyways

-big Cameroon vibes

-tbh I've met several people from Cameroon and they all look alike

-and Aran looks like them

-his facial features just all look Cameroonian (is that even the actual demonym? 😭)

-really random but he reminds me of Kylian Mbappé for some reason

-light skinned hispanic

-maybe just maybe Spain?

-Argentina is an option too but not rlly personality wise to me

-but he knows how to speak Spanish no doubt

-bros in class 7 he has to know another language

-i wanna say like . . . Canadian

-idk tbh

-the hair and stuff is just so off

-but even if he was Canadian he would only be half Canadian bc I feel like his mom would be from somewhere in Europe

-Switzerland is also a choice ig

So I guess I did make this a series. Maybe I'll make a masterlist for this someday. Reblogs are appreciated!!

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dungeonbf · 9 months

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ohhh that’s so coool!!!! xenogender blogs are the backbone of our society I love gathering xenos tbh and ppl make the most gorgeous flags it’s awesome! that’s so cool that ur boyfriend does that! anti-centrism probably only lets you follow his xenogender blog. u and maybe ancom. I think ancom wld appreciate it. bahahaha… ur relationship is so beautiful & silly /positive it’s like. when ur right hand man wants to know all of you. like.. “no one knows me. no one knows who i am” vs “i want to know you. let me meet you.” ykwim? it’s something SOOO intricate & personal, I think.

BTW YES WE PLAY COD TOGETHER! i think if we ever played modern warfare authright wld get jealous bc chrislib wld be like “oh könig is so fine.” and he’d be like “he’s okay. he’s not a REAL man.” and chrislib wld be like “doesn’t matter. i want him.” and authright knows it’s just her being thirsty over a videogame character but he’s still jealous <\3.

chrislib, while playing cod: I love a man in uniform lmao authright, the next day, in full military gear: hello. chrislib: lord forgive me, authright, what in god’s name do you have on?

outside of cod & videogames in general, i think they’d both enjoy soccer. can’t explain why but it feels right that authright wld like that sport, not to play but to watch. he rooted for germany during the world cup yes but he probably has beef with psg just like I do. he wld look cute in a german jersey.. smh…. (chrislib cried uncontrollably out of joy on the floor when argentina won and messi got his worldcup trophy /hj) but anyways, they both share interests in wars except authright focuses on ww2 and chrislib reads abt ww2 & the cold war (& the russian revolution). i think authright wld focus on the data / numbers of ww2 and chrislib enjoys discussing the more psychological / social side of matters, the less concrete aftermath like the way ppl thought of the war during & after. also he likes looking at the military weapons.. they wld be pretty civil when talking abt it I think just bc they’re both genuinely interested even if it’s for diff reasons.

MY HEADCANONS FOR AUTHRIGHT HAHA glad u asked

he cannot dance at all but i like to think he has a good singing voice that’s genuinely enjoyable. I wld love to sing a duet with him one day.. he’s got that like frank sinatra / paul anka type of voice

he watches reality tv like those trashy reality tv shows, he’s all on em. he convinces chrislib to watch them too so that he’s not alone

I think he wld want a doberman dog, he reminds me of dobermans and maybe him & chrislib adopt one but I imagine he’d like them

likes getting his nails painted but keeps his nails in good condition regardless of whether or not their painted..

he enjoys poetry, reading & occasionally writing it. “classic” writing. I think he’d even look into translated versions of poetry in other languages like portuguese or arabic (which, from my limited experience, both have EXTREMELY romantic poetry out there)

he can swim really well. chrislib can barely swim, barely.

— @boykujou

okay hear me out.. i know this seems unlikely but… authright writing you poetry. i feel like he’s not super poetic and he deems expressing his feelings effeminate but he has a “moment of weakness” as he calls it and he starts just pouring out all his feelings for you on the page. it’s rough, unpolished, but incredibly sincere. his love for you spills out in verses, each stanza more romantic than the last… yeah… just my thoughts.

i also think he’s a pretty good listener when he wants to be — he’ll eagerly, happily listen as you talk about the russian revolution. he likes hearing you talk, yk, your voice is soothing to him!! he finds comfort in you!! i feel like since he doesn’t have a super close bond with the other extremists, he gets lonely easily and being able to be with you is a real comfort to him!!!

also i hope you know what you said about anti-centrism is making me lose my mind… like yes i’m jris right hand man, whatever, but i’m also the only one who truly understands him, yk?? i think the feeling is mutual, too, cuz an-acc isn’t superrr close with the other wacky ideologies or extremists (except ancom, i think, ancom is me but also my best friend forever at the same time.) so being able to truly confide in someone is a rarity — so having that connection with anti-centrism is even more special, yk what i’m saying? AND YES i’m the only one (except ancom) who knows about the blog. it’s our little secret :3

#cleo i’m losing my mind #you’re feeding me with so much content im forever indebted to you #i love your relationship with blueman so much how does it feel to be a canon couple #ancom.txt #auth right

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jetixlag · 10 months

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Welcome to my disasterpiece of a blog

Hi Tumblr, i am a refugee from Twitter who had no choice to escape cuz of the amount of trolling Daddy Elon has caused, so yeah unless Twitter gets back in two feet this is gonna be my new home

About Myself

I am a guy from Argentina, very gay and may or may not be having Gender Dysphoria so probably trans in a couple years lol, I am 100% SFW so no weird stuff, i do swear like a sailor tho lmao

I make art or something

My style is very inconsistent across the board and some of the examples are from last year, but don't worry they are all mine. For most of my drawings i used Medibang paint but now i switched to Ibis Paint cuz Medibang now sucks pure ASS

Music that i like and shit

I like to have an open palate, so i don't exactly have a type of music i like, however lately i'm listening to a lot to Dance, Electronic and Nu-metal music. here's one from an artist called Renard (aka LapFoxTrax/Halley Labs/Heckscaper) i recently found out about them and i have been obsessed (also they made a ton of songs i recognize from years ago so yeah lmao)

(psstt, if you want to listen to more of their music, check out this link)

VIDYA!!!111!!11!11🎮🎮🎮🎮🎮

I love old games, specially early to mid 2000s games. Like i said, i like to have an open palate so i have many amounts of time poured into other games, mostly games that have addicting mechanics, tons of customization or cute animals lmao. But when i'm not playing any of those i'm scouring thru Abandonware websites to download old games for free. Right now i'm playing a lot of Super Animal Royale and i have recently reached level 100, after countless hours of playing on console and PC. Here's a pic of my current character

You are required to view her and appreciate and love and care about her

U2 (as like the website, not the band)

To be honest, YouTube basically swapped Television and streaming services for me, since both of them are getting worse over time, although this is true for YouTube, at least i get to watch nostalgic videos i watched when i was younger. I like Vinesauce a lot, i watch both Vinny and Joel and listen to Red Vox a lot, when i'm not watching Vinesauce i'm probably watching some video essay about something i don't care about to kill time, Richard Overtime, Vsauce (Vsauce, Vinesauce, is that a coincidence?), RebelTaxi, etc

RARITIESSS!!!11!!

RARE VOXGASM VERSION OF HAZY

Before the release of "What Could Go Wrong", Red Vox released There She Goes, Back To School and Hazy as singles, but in the YouTube release, these songs had a little gasm MP3 file snucked into the songs, they are all normal except for that little sound, these videos used to be unlisted but nowadays are unavailable cuz YouTube made all unlisted videos private, but thanks to the people from Voxcord, links of all three songs i had saved and the Wayback Machine, we were able to recover all three songs (i'm only posting one for Tumblr, can DM me for more although i will probably upload these rarities to YouTube or Archive.org)

Some drafts of Why Can't This Be Easy by also Red Vox, i barely have knowledge of these but as i heard, these were shown on stream, and there were three different demos, i could only find two however there's a SoundCloud that has a version that is different from these two, i have no idea if this demo is real since it's unofficial but just in case i'll leave the link here

This is a cool website i found while browsing the Interwebz, it's a gif of the cat from Sapari doing a little dance to a link of random electronic music, and it even changes it's little dance moves when you click on it too!, truly odd but top tier websiting

I have nothing to add ERRR BOOKS

I have many books and mangas in my collection and a lot of 'em are pending, however my collection makes no sense cuz i have 1984 next to Beastars volume 2. or Chainsaw Man next to a Warrior Cats book, but i like it that way, represents very well the way i don't make any sense. Every year i take a trip to a book fair that is kinda far away but it's gigantic, kilometers and kilometers of pure book stands filled with interesting (you guessed it) books

I have a cool meowth plushie

I like pistachio ice cream :3

I have literally nothing else to add, might end it right here

So yeah, that's it for my introduction, hope you guys enjoy the stuff i make and that i can make new friends or at least meet cool people on the way on this website

Au Revoir!

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