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[mismehellawes]

Rosie's Demonic Form

Hellaverse Sapphic Week

Day 3 - Demonic Forms

Pairing: Rosie x Verosika Mayday

"I’d rather not to, darling."

It was a pleasant afternoon, very quite and nice after yesterday’s massacre of two beefing cannibal cults. Rosie and Verosika Mayday were enjoying homemade lemonade in the Overlord’s backyard. Verosika has just asked Rosie to show her full demonic form.

"Why not?" Verosika asked surprised and maybe slightly offended. Not too long ago she’s shown her girlfriend her own full succubus form. Rosie took a sip of her lemonade.

"Well…" She hesitated. "Overlords in their full forms… are not the most pleasant view."

Despite her creepy grin almost never disappearing from her face, Verosika could already read Rosie’s emotions and moods quite well. This time, the Overlord seemed embarrased.

"No worries, babe," Verosika shrugged and slurped the rest of her lemonade. "Nobody gives two shits about that. Take your homie Alastor." She refilled her glass. "I saw him in that TV show, when he’s gotten in a fight with Vox. Sexy he was not. Besides…" Verosika sipped her lemonade, "He looks like a fox roadkill and sooo many chicks would love to suck his dick anyway."

Rosie’s eyes widened a little bit, but it was hard to tell what really shocked her: her girlfriend’s filthy mouth or her old friend being the subject of anyone’s lust.

"But you…" Verosika purred, putting her glass on the table and leaning in, "You are the sexiest fucking beast in the entire Hell. So please…" She gave her Rosie a sultry gaze. "Show me yourself."

Rosie’s pale face went slighly pink – Verosika’s charm was very hard to resist. It took her a lot of strength to simply shake her head.

"Forgive me, darling. My demonic form makes me feel too ashamed."

Verosika leaned back and sipped her lemonade. Her expression changed from seductive to more melancholy.

"Honestly? Mine isn’t the best either."

Rosie looked at her, taken aback.

"Pardon?"

Verosika brushed aside her hair and sighed exaggeratedly, her breast rising and falling.

"No tits, no nice legs… Not to mention that fucking mug. My form is good only for scaring the shit out of ass-kissers of shitty exes."

"How can you say that! I adore your demonic form!" Rosie gasped. Verosika shot her a look of a sad kitten in the rain.

"I’m so fucking ugly like that. How can you like it?"

"Verosika, my darling," Rosie put her hand to her chest. "Your form… in that form you are… so…" Her huge black eyes lit up. "Your big shining eyes…" Her grin grew more euphoric. "Your sharp, white teeth…" She squirmed in her chair a little too excitedly, fondling her own breast. "Your long, warm tongue…!"

She paused suddenly, seeing Verosika’s happy grin. Rosie cleared her her throat, drank her lemonade, waving herself.

"It’s a little hot here," she laughed nervously.

Verosika simply tilted her head, still smiling. Rosie sighed defeated an put down her lemonade.

"I understand what you want to say," She interlaced her fingers on the table, like on a business meeting. Verosika waited.

Rosie’s eyes went bigger and darker, until they look no longer reminded eyes, but two dark voids in her face, cold and empty. Her already huge grin widened like Cheshire cat’s creepy smile, sharp like knives, distorting her face. Both her eyes and lips started tearing up black goo, falling down her cheeks and chin, right onto her hands and table. Rosie shook briefly her head and her face was back to normal. She then pulled out a handkerchief and started cleaning the black liquid.

"Well, it’s rather unhygenic and not very impressive by the Overlord’s standards," she said with the same hint of embrassment.

Verosika took her hand in her own and squeezed it.

"You are perfect in any form, babe."

Rosie responded with a weak smile. Verosika was simply too supportive for her. After all, Hell is supposed to be a place of punishment, not comfort.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel rosie #verosika mayday #rosie x verosika #hellaverse #femslash #misme writes

[bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love]

What if Tomura fall in love whith us online and see us right after Deika city in destro ( a'd now his) army ?

PS- mon premier dessin de Tomura, je le trouve trop mism (c'était ya casi 2 ans quand je me suis remise au dessins, j'ai bien progresser) 👀

🥰💜 im struggling on the writing lately I'm sorry

[two-hands-toward-the-sun]

Muchas gracias por preguntarme @luzmi191 y @thesoftdetective!! <3 Responder a estas preguntas en español será una buena práctica :D

What is your nickname? Tengo muchos pero no quiero compartirlos tan públicamente; pueden preguntarme en DMs si querés!

What is your height? Bastante bajo

What’s the last thing you googled? How does it take to reheat a cooked ham (es para la cena de Navidad xD)

What song is stuck in your head? Ghettolimpo” de Mahmood y “Not Yet / Love Run” de The Amazing Devil y “Stray Italian Greyhound” de Vienna Teng (casi siempre tengo una canción en mi mente lol).

What is your favourite song? Uff no sé, hay muchísimas. Pero unas son “El Duelo” de La Ley, “Averno” de Tanxugueiras, “The Garden” de The Crane Wives y “This is Not America” de Residente y Ibeyi.

What is your favourite instrument? Emm me gustan el cello y tambourine pero en verdad, todos instrumentos jaja.

Who is your favourite author? No tengo de verdad, pero recién leí dos libros de TJ Klune y me encantó.

What book are you currently reading? Estoy leyendo de nuevo la serie de Ranger’s Apprentice de John Flanagan.

What did you want to be when you were a kid? Artista, cantante, veterinario

Are you in a relationship? Nope (arriba la bandera aromantica LMAO)

Dogs or cats? Michis!

What’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at? Ay dios una pregunta más compleja, ayuda djfjjsdj la cosa buena: supongo que puedo decir, aprender español? Creo que he mejorado bastante rápidamente, y solo tenía seis meses de instrucción formal en la escuela. La cosa mala: aunque lo disfruto, no puedo bailar bien

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? Adiviná JAJAJAJA no es difícil

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/etc. from something you created this year? Ooooooo, hay unas cosas diferentes pero creo que es “I hope no one labels you strong when all you want is to be allowed to have your devastation.” Es de un poema que escribí (en 2021 pero shhh).

What’s a hidden talent of yours? Puedo memorizar cosas (como párrafos de fics/libros o frases de televisión o Shakespeare) bastante fácilmente y cuando estoy aburride las digo a mi misme

I tag anyone who wants to do it! <3

#dios SANTO a veces casi no puedo creer que puedo responder a preguntas con frases enteras en español #look at all that spanish!! a la mierda #tag game #personal

[amorenunpoema]

YA ES HORA QUE TE AMES A TI MISM@

#poeta #poema #amor #poetry #poesia  #literatura #versos  #escritor #escritos  #love #poesias #poetas #poet #letras #viral #fypシ #parati #my writing #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writers #poeta #poesia #poema #amor #poetry #frases #poemas #literatura #a #versos #o  #escritor #poes #escritos #love #poesias #poetas #poet #letras #textos  #poem #accionpoetica #frasi #vida  #bhfyp

[soapnart]

Journal Entry #3

It's like a week ago, when our MST was done, but right after the MST, our teachers gave new lessons unexpectedly. It seems to me like we're going to have time to relax first, or to be able to adapt to our next studies, but I was wrong, our teachers were talking about new lessons. Since face-to - face classes right after the week of the test, at least one day, our teachers will not discuss any lessons with us to refresh our minds.

I wanted to write my journal straight English for today but I think I can’t do it. Sa tingin ko dahil nagawa rin nilang mag turo dahil hindi rin na mapagkakasiya yung oras pa nanatitira para sa susunod na aming klase dahil patapos naman na ang first quarter. Pero siyempre sa akin ay may parte na naiinis na dahil kakatapos lang ng MST ay magdidiscuss ulit para sa akin di pa gagana ang utak ko.

Matapos mag discuss ng isang linggo pa ay sinabi na wala na kaming exam, nagdiwang ako kasi hindi na ako mahihirapang sagutan ang lahat ng aming subject. Ngunit don ako nagkakamali kapalit ng exam namin ang binigay ay mga performance tasks, medyo okay ako sa una na peta na lamang ang kanilang ibibigay kapalit ng exam. Pero grabe, hindi ko aakalain na ganito kalala ang mga ipapagawa sa amin. Sa mga ibang subjects na nagbibigay ng gawain na hindi ko naman nakikita na related sa subject namin. ito pang kinababahala ko sa ngayon, pinapali kami ng iba kung group activity or individual, syempre ako bilang estudyante na gusto mas mapadali o mapakonti ang gagawin pinili ko rin ang group activity. Lalo lang akong namomoblema pala sa group activity kasi hindi lahat ng kagroup ko ay nag paparticipate sa ibang subject. Ang hirap din ng may ipapagawa sainyo tapos hindi man lang ieexplain sa amin ng maayos na maiintindihan namin. Sinasabi na naiintindihan kami ng iba naming teachers pero patuloy pa rin sa pagbibigay ng mga gawain. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang dahilan sa pinapagawa namin, para raw matuto kami? Para sa akin hindi nako natuto kasi nag aaral nalang ako sa ngayon para pumasa. Gustong gusto ko nasa eskuwelahan, nag aaral ng face to face, pero yung naeexperience ko ngayong online class ay parang dinudurog ako o pinapatay. Ma reklamo ako sobra, minsan din nagrereklamo ako ng nagrereklamo kahit na hindi ko naiintindihan ang nangyayari o ipapagawa. Pero wala akong magagawa ganito ako. Pinipilit ko rin naman ang sarili ko na magsipag para rin sa online class na ito, ginagawa ko naman pero sobrang dami na kasi hindi ko kinakaya. Akala ko noong MST week don lang ako mahihirapan tapos makakabangon na pero mas lumala lamang ang aking nararamdaman, mas bumigat yung saloobin ko. SImula nang magsimula ang klase hindi ko alam kung ilang beses ko ng naiyakan ang online class, nakakatawa man akong pakinggan pero oo iniiyakan ko lalo na kapag may hindi ako alam gawin. Kasalukuyan na akong nasa peta week ngayon, hindi ko alam ang uunahin ko. Hindi ko na alam kung ano ang gagawin ko, pinili ko munang gawin ito para naman may mapagsabihan ako patungkol sa nararamdaman ko. Alam kong hindi lang ako ang nhihirapan, lahat kaming estudyante at mga guro rin ay nahihirapan. Pero alam naman na nating lahat na nahihirapan tayo pero ba’t pa tayo lalo mas pinahihirapan?

Siguro naiisip nila para sa ating kinabukasan, iisipin ko nalang din na lahat ng paghihirap ko ngayon ay magagamit ko para sa aking kinabukasan.

Sa tagal ko ng nag aaral ngayon ko palang nakaranas ng ganito ang nararamdaman at paghihirap dahil sa pag aaral. Siguro dahil kahit nahihirapan tayo sa eskuwelahan mismo ay andiyan yung mga kaklase at mga kaibiga mo para malagpasan o matapos niyo ang mga requirements. At andiyan sila mism sa tabi mo para supportahan at samahan ka sa pag hihirap. Hindi ko alam kung ilang beses ko ng kinainisan ang COVID ngayon, dahil sa COVID hindi ko nararanasan ang mga masasayang events sa school. Pinapanalangin ko na sana maalis na ang virus dito sa ating lugar at lalong lalo na sa ating bansa.

PS. Ma’am alam ko pong teacher po kayo pero hindi ko naman po nilalahat, nagpapasalamat pa nga po ako na meron kaming ganito sa philo para maexpress po namin yung mga saloobin namin. Thankyou po and have a blessed day!

[pacohernandezs]

7.4 La evolución de los personajes

“El punto es que, si los supuestos de trabajo iniciales sobre los que se construyen los personajes son limitados y cada vez más inviables, también lo serán los personajes mismos”. Alan Moore (Alan Moore’s writing for comics)

Los personajes evolucionan, es así, lo quieras o no. Incluso los personajes pasivos lo hacen mientras observan su entorno, aprenden de lo que están viendo y en el aprendizaje está el cambio. De nuevo he vuelto a hacer una afirmación como si supiera del tema. No me dejéis hacer estas cosas, por favor. Lo digo porque los personajes evolucionan, pero ni siempre ni tienen por qué.

Vamos a comenzar a preguntarnos si eso es bueno o es malo. ¿Es bueno o es malo? No sé, depende. Y como siempre dependerá de qué queréis contar y cómo lo queréis contar. Robert McKee no se cansa de repetir en sus múltiples obras (por ejemplo “El guión”. Llevaba acento cuando se publicó) que la fórmula del éxito no existe, que todo no es o blanco o negro pero que la única certeza que podemos tener es que hay que respetar la narrativa. Por eso, repito, depende.

En “Rosa y Javier” tenemos personajes que evolucionan, pero otros no. De hecho, si os fijáis bien, siempre es el/la protagonista quien va cambiando a medida que el tebeo avanza, y es que es son las situaciones y las demás personas quienes lo/la cambian. Si, a pesar de todo ello, el personaje sigue “virgen” al final del tebeo es que algo no estamos haciendo bien, es que el viaje no ha servido para nada. En “Rosa y Javier”, Rosa pasa de ser una madre normal y corriente, con sus problemas como todo el mundo, a comenzar a sentir rencor hacia su propio hijo. Finalmente pasa de ello a sentir más amor todavía y lidiar con situaciones con las que no estaba acostumbrada. Eso es lo que pretendo con “126 postres”, en 126 postres hay una trama, ahí, oculta, acechando bajo la maleza. Noël, el protagonista, es un escritor que ha vivido toda su vida dentro del armario y ahora, una vez ha muerto su madre, un agujero enorme ha aparecido en su pecho. Él todavía no lo sabe pero el primer paso que deberá dar es aceptar lo que hay y aceptarse a sí mismo. Eso no pasa porque sí, no pasa de la noche a la mañana, ocurrirá por diversos motivos.

Y es en estos casos cuando debéis tener mucho cuidado. Peter, en The Cartoonist tiene cierto resentimiento hacia su padre fallecido al principio del cómic, y deberán transcurrir más de 120 páginas para que eso cambie. No puede suceder de la noche a la mañana, no sin motivo, no sin explicación. Aquí es cuando diréis “pues claro”, y yo os respondo “pues no”. No tenéis ni idea de las veces que eso ocurre, y ocurre en un puñetero mal guión. Si escribes a una muchacha de 16 años que le pirran los helados de nata no puede odiarlos de una viñeta para otra por que sí, como mínimo tiene que haberse encontrado un pelo en uno de ellos. Los acontecimientos a lo largo de la historia van macando una serie de escenas que sirven a un propósito, y mayormente ese propósito es el que guía a los personajes protagonistas a lo largo de un camino. Insisto en que parece algo muy fácil y simple, pero os sorprendería la de veces que ocurre. Estoy seguro que vosotr@s mism@s conocéis más de un caso.

Siguiendo con lo anterior, ¿y si un personaje no cambia? ¿Es malo? ¿Por qué debería ser malo? En mi opinión no lo es, ya os digo que no todos tienen por qué ser diferentes personas al finalizar una historia. Justamente en “Rosa y Javier” es Ramón, el hermano de Rosa y Lorenzo, el marido de ella, quienes no cambian. Esa no-evolución de los secundarios se convierte en un muro, en un obstáculo para ella, que intenta adaptarse a la nueva situación que está viviendo su familia pero que ellos no quieren, obligándola de esta manera (sin intención) a que tenga que trabajar y luchar el doble para que  puedan salir adelante. Los dos secundarios tienen el mismo carácter y no han aprendido nada desde que comienza la historia hasta que termina. Y lo mismo sucede con las doctoras que la ayudan, son una guía, nada más. Entonces diréis “es que los secundarios ya esta bien que sea así”. ¿Seguro? ¿Volvemos al blanco o negro? En The Cartoonist hay una evolución en ciertos secundarios, ellos también están siguiendo su camino. Como el caso de Lenny, el padre de Alice, que no quiere que su hija se separe de él porque ve el momento de la emancipación y eso le supera. Al final del tebeo Lenny comprende que si mantiene a su hija a su lado la convertirá en un ser infeliz.

A partir de aquí la tarea del guionista es titánica porque no sólo tiene que conseguir dicho cambio sino que encima no tiene que parecer forzado y que fluya de forma natural. No nos engañemos, cuando tienes una saga por delante es más fácil. Pensad en Dragon Ball. De ahí que siempre las historias cortas sean un gran ejercicio a la hora de escribir, porque tienes que conseguir objetivos como este en muchas menos páginas y palabras de las que puedes disponer. Repitiéndome hasta la saciedad con Ralf Konig, el cambio que han dado sus Conrad y Pol en 30 años es impresionante, pero claro, ha tenido 30 años. Ojo, eso no quita mérito, porque los ha tenido que meter en situaciones concretas para mostrar, además, cómo él como persona ha cambiado en todo este tiempo. Me quito el sombrero.

Sin embargo, ¿Están los personajes obligados a evolucionar? ¡Que va! Ni siquiera los protagonistas. Insisto de nuevo en que todo esto que estáis leyendo no es un manual, ni instrucciones de uso, es cómo yo trabajo y cómo escribo los tebeos que escribo y en qué me baso para ello. Continuando con lo que decíamos, imaginad un personaje terco, que es de una manera en la página 1 y sigue en sus trece en la página 200. Los hay, y los conocéis a montones sin daros cuenta. En arcos argumentales cortos es muy raro ver a un superhéroe cambiar, en etapas de guionistas y etapas en la vida del personajes el cuento es otro. Por ejemplo, Lobezno. Todos conocéis a Lobezno, su carácter, su terquedad, lo mal hablado que es y su forma de trabajar. Ahora ya ha aprendido a valorar ciertas cosas como por ejemplo el trabajo en equipo, ¿pero cuánto ha pasado? ¿40 años? O, por ejemplo (y para mí el mejor ejemplo de todos) los malos de James Bond. Son igual de principio a fin. Es más, incluso al final cuando mueren, se están preguntando “¿En qué he fallado?”. Pues eso.

En “126 postres”, Noël, el protagonista tiene que cambiar, tengo que encargarme de ello para poder contar lo que quiero contar. Samuel, su novio, no lo hará, al igual que la jefa del escritor. ¿Por qué? No es necesario para la historia, son personajes que ya son de una determinada manera y aceptan al protagonista tal y como es. Sin embargo él no, pero no lo sabe, y no sabe de donde vienen sus males, y sus males vienen justamente de que él no se acepta y no cree en si mismo.

Básicamente, y en resumen, es él quien sufre un conflicto, que es el que lo llevará al cambio. Hay personajes secundarios que pueden mantenerse al margen de ese conflicto sin que los afecte o ser una forma de guía u obstáculo según se de. Por eso comentábamos hace tiempo que todos tienen que tener algún motivo de ser, porque puede que se mantengan imberbes a los que se le viene al/la protagonista pero una función han de tener. No es cuestión de hacer pasear, y hacer dibujar ya sea dicho de paso, a personajes por que sí. Eso no se hace, recordad que sois un equipo y no hay que hace trabajar a vuestr@ compañer@ en vano. Aquí incluso volvemos a lo que comentábamos en el capítulo 5, que el/la dibujante/a tienen que estar también al tanto de ello porque puede que incluso el diseño y la forma de expresarse visualmente dicho carácter cambien. En ocasiones la diferencia no es sólo en la forma de hablar o de pensar o de cree en ciertas cosas, sino también en las expresiones faciales o en la forma de vestir.

Y para terminar recordad una cosa más: que por ello es tan importante el entorno, la época y el tiempo en que transcurre toda la historia, porque eso os va a condicionar cosa mala. No es lo mismo escribir un cómic sobre guerra y como esta afecta a alguien que la ve desde el sillón de su casa a como toca a un soldado que la vive de primera mano. Buscar el entorno adecuado en el que se mueva la historia y el personaje os ayudará mucho en el desarrollo del mismo. En “126 postres” todo gira alrededor de una cocina, una cocina que situará a los personajes en épocas diferentes con momentos diferentes y que les causaran situaciones y emociones diferentes. De hecho, en este cómic, la cocina como tal es un personaje más.

[yissellopez]

“Somos tan diferentes que un@ hace existir al otr@. Somos el complemento la cooperación y la referencia Somos la copla la contradicción y la copula. Somos tan necesarios que lo que me pasa te interesa Y cuando te daño a mi mism@ me afecta. “ Diferentes partes de un mismo proceso -Emiliano “La Doñita” Robles I can’t tell you the number of times I started and restarted this post. My thoughts go racing and I can’t seem to figure out how to decipher and put it all down in writing. So here goes: We need each other to move forward. We can’t advance or ever move forward if we’re never uplifting one another; we need each other. Why does it have to come to a natural disaster or a major event before we decide to put our differences aside? Because at the end of the day, deep down, we know life is so precious and so, so valuable. Today, I’m reflecting on the beauty that makes us different. It’s one of the many reasons why I love all of you. 💕Have a blessed day full of love and good energy. _____________________________________ . . . . . . . . . . #nativeamerican #native #reconnecting #wixarika #huichol #wixaritari #mexica #otomi #purepecha #chichimeca #aztec #mayan #zapotec #toltec #nahuatl #azteca #indigena #indigenous #decolonize #decolonizeyourmind #reclaimyourpower #raices #neweraranchera #brownpride #nativepride #yissellopez #lamalandrina #reconnectingnative #mexicantiktok (at Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ99t52PCQO/?utm_medium=tumblr

#nativeamerican #native #reconnecting #wixarika #huichol #wixaritari #mexica #otomi #purepecha #chichimeca #aztec #mayan #zapotec #toltec #nahuatl #azteca #indigena #indigenous #decolonize #decolonizeyourmind #reclaimyourpower #raices #neweraranchera #brownpride #nativepride #yissellopez #lamalandrina #reconnectingnative #mexicantiktok

[mismehellawes]

Forgot to tell you guys that my Rosie x Verosika fics are now on AO3 too. Sorry about that 😅

#personal #misme writes

[pruebopruebapruebe]

It’s 0:21, 10 IV 2020

I’m decently -if not mildy edgy- high.

I... I don’t know what I’m going to think, so I can’t state what I’ll write (cause one and the other are the same). Someday this is going to be helpful.

First of all... is that just me, or I can’t almost write [shit i got stuck i can’t find THE WORDS]

Escribir a la velocidad a la que pienso. Eso.

{note to self: ... ahora que llegamos al centro de esta cebolla, debo repasar todas las “cosas resueltas” [resultados de procesos] anteriores y someterlos al escrutinio de este nuevo cristal. Esta vez creo que, por fin, todo encaja, pero de todos modos debo hacer la reconstrucción, just to be sure it all checks}

y escribir directamente lo que quiero decir. Me da la impresión de que, cuando no estoy voladx, llevar las ideas a párrafos y oraciones y crearles sentido se me hace más difícil???? Aunque también puede ser la temática (hay mucha diferencia entre un ensayo -o incluso un fic- y un post enterrado en tumblr).

Pero claro luego recuerdas que escribí toda mi tesis voladx como pico y que ni yo sabía exactamente qué quería decir. Pero también estaba en el peak de la depre y en esas condiciones tampoco el cerebro funciona muy bien.

[depre*? burn out? la sensación descrita como “a estas alturas ya sólo pongo el hombro y empujo/resisto/avanzo”, problemas en la relación? {adhd:rsd; asd}

*{¿recuerdas? Estabai en sesiones con ella y estabai tomando pastillas pero no sentíai que te hicieran tanto efecto, tu hermano vivía en la casa, incluso quizá fue el año en que se quedaron tus dos hermanos acá}, la pasabas pésimo en clases porque te volvían locx, te exasperaban, era  desesperante y no sabías por qué y sentías que querías patear el suelo y gritar de lo ¿¿calmado?? del ambiente. Fue el año del censo [2017], ¿recuerdas? Terminado el censo te sentías como las weas y tuviste una discusión con tu suegro porque tu comportamiento estaba siendo muy raro y terminaste peleando y gritandole a tu pololo y llorando por una hora en su auto y no podías parar. No fuiste a su casa por un año y tu psiquiatra no le puso nombre y tú misme tuviste que ir y buscar y cachar que la weá no parecía una crisis de ansiedad ni un ataque de angustia o pánico pero tenía que ser una de esas dos weás porque QUÉ MÁS podía ser? YA CALMAO O NOS VAMOS EN COLLERA}]

En fin, que me gustaría saber cómo lo hago para redactar cualquier cosa, en general, a estas alturas de mi vida. Cuánto me distraigo, cuánto me tardo, cuántas veces me detengo a pensar cómo decir las cosas o que tengo que cambiar el orden en que estoy escribiendo lo que pienso. Quiero asumir que a todxs les pasa igual o similar y que no hay nada de lo que avergonzarse.

Creo que en general todo este asunto [año 2019] lo que ha logrado es que dude de mis capacidades. Todas mis capacidades. Me siento en números negativos con respecto a todo. Falta de confianza, le dicen. “No me siento capaz” [pero eso no lo digo en voz alta].

Durante la realización de esta publicación le autore se quedó pegade un montón de veces haciendo esas cosas que describe en el {ante}penúltimo párrafo. En general los pudo sortear rápidamente. Regresó un par de veces a agregar texto. Son las 1:12 and I’m still high

#texto

[runninbarefoot]

Tagged by: @porcelainheart-writes Rules: tag 10 people you would like to know better. Repost. Do not reblog.

Tagging: @blcksgod @nightmarelxnd @ziggystrdust @californiadreamxng @galaxiaes @completemessx @pinpilinpaux @toodrunktolove @sizzytrcsh @cryforthemxxn y quien quiera hacerlo :)

1. WHAT’S YOUR NAME?:

Luna, pero me suelen decir Lu.

2. HOW OLD ARE YOU?:

23 años

3. WHAT ARE YOU TALENTED AT?:

Se me da bastante bien imaginar escenarios, etc. Soy bastante imaginativa. También se me da bien descubrir los plot-twists de las películas antes de que pasen. Also se me da bastante bien el maquillaje tbh

4. WHAT IS A BIG GOAL YOU ARE WORKING TOWARDS/HAVE ALREADY ACHIEVED?:

Pues estoy a ver si termino mi trabajo de fin de grado de una vez, y eso también conlleva trabajar en ser más ordenada. También quiero trabajar en mi ansiedad y en que no me limite tanto, sobretodo cuando tenga que empezar a buscar trabajo en serio.

5. WHAT’S YOUR AESTHETIC?:

Yo diría que siempre tengo un toque algo rockero? Lleve lo que lleve siempre me gusta darle un toque así un poco grunge. La verdad es que me gustaría parecer una bruja moderna.

6. DO YOU COLLECT ANYTHING?:

¿Pintalabios? Tengo un montón de pintalabios tbh También tengo varias botellas de cerveza chulas y un montón de peluches.

7. WHAT IS A TOPIC YOU ALWAYS BRING UP IN CONVERSATION?:

Hmmm, no sé siempre ando hablando de series y películas y también me gusta hablar de cosas creepys estilo asesinos en serie y cosas así. 

8. WHAT’S A PET PEEVE OF YOURS?:

El heteropatriarcado

9. GOOD ADVICE TO GIVE?:

No le puedes caer bien a todo el mundo. Preocúpate menos por lo que piensen los demás y más sobre lo que tú piensas de ti misme. 

10. RECOMMEND THREE SONGS OR MORE:

(Como soy una vaga he puesto las últimas tres que he escuchado)

Papillon - Editors Sunburn -  Muse Shape of You - Ed Sheeran

#¡Gracias por taggearme! #[ ▸ where is the damn coffee ! ]

[srbachchan]

DAY 3222

Jalsa, Mumbai                      Jan 23,  2017                     Mon  11:18 am

It is odd to be here at this time of the hour .. it is odd to be contemplating what should be the text or thoughts this time of the morn .. it is odd ..

BUT .. ( i am beginning to make use of this word rather often .. hmm .. )

What really is of interest to me is the promise of return ; a return in the morning after having assured all in the post gone by !

There are times in all honesty, when an erratic night, does compel me to get out of the duvet and communicate with the Ef. And there have been many such days when I have wished that I could write immediately while the sun still shines. Many such. But - damn, brought that word out again - I reckon any time is a good time to communicate with the Ef .. and now is as good a time as any !

So to continue with the sentiments of the night before .. India lost the last ODI by a mere 5 runs in the last over of the game .. however we have already won the ODI series .. the Test has already been won, and now this. What follows soon is the T20 and those results shall be coming after the play gets over ..

Commentating on events and occasions must be a most educational and knowledged occupation. The intricacies of the moment, the study of the personnel involved, the information meted out and the interest of the listening or present audience being prime in the vocation. Do they psychologically prepare the listener of what could be expected ? Could they be conveying to them that cannot listen, their opinion or reactions ? Can a bias be stimulated to take a popular stance for the employer or nation or team or corporate ?

When you have millions and millions of those that rely on the words of the informer, a certain degree of penetration must perforce be taking place in the influence bracket. Influence, a most widely used term and perhaps most often used in general parlance. I may listen, read or see to be in a vital position of influence. I may listen, read or see and be in a vital position of not being influenced at all .. this percentage could well be negligible and insignificant, but still have the capacity to change the minds of some if not all .. that ‘some’ or those ‘some’ could be right or completely wrong, but they would be cast in a spell of that which is right, or not right at all, or vice versa .. the dilemma really is the influence factor ! Could my ‘influence’ be strong enough to bear an onslaught of the reverse. The reverse shall be present of course. Life always has them all the time. Most occasions, in unknown sudden forms. Are we then prepared for it. Or conversely should we at all times be not prepared for it. Not being prepared brings surprises of some pleasant nature - provided the news is worthy and attractive. If not, it has other not too pleasant effects.

What then should we be in a state to accommodate all !?

And in the end it all boils down to those very multi used expressions, done to death by the ‘pundits’ of advice givers : OPTIMISTIC & PESSIMISTIC !!

Both of them drive me to umbrella myself in what to me “reeks of garlic from every pore” .. the ALTERNATIVE. The alternative shall prevail in optimism if it fails, and in pessimism if that does too.

To me then the ALTERNATIVE is more reliable .. if an alternative pervades my thinking do I succumb to the oft repeated O’s and P’s of ‘mism’ .. ?

I wonder .. I wonder often .. at times painfully .. for others and most prominently for myself ..

My eternal love ..

Amitabh Bachchan

[frankiesutton-blog1]

Narrative Reflective Journal

16/12/16: This week I've learned the difference between plot and story, and also how things being animated can get away with a lot of things live action can't. I also looked at different styles of animations and how the medium of animation has made them something that live action is unable to do. I also learned about ani-mism and anthropomorphism, and how animation is a great way to enforce them.

13/01/17: This week I looked at the history of fairy tales and how they have evolved a lot over the years, and how they became very popular through animation and the style changed. Also, I looked at the different kinds of characters in fairy tales and what their role normally would be, similar to the archetypes I looked at in BA1a. As well as this, I looked at victim heroes and seeker heroes, and what differentiates them.

20/01/17: I've learned about "The seven basic plots" from Christopher Booker (2004) this week, and about how all stories worldwide can be seen similarly. There are different reasons for why stories are the way they are and we looked at some of them, which include the panacea reason and procreation reason. I looked at how a character will go on the journey to overcome their flaw, and also what they will go through in different acts of the story. I am going to look into my chosen narrative and also what to write about.

27/01/17: My chosen narrative is "The Lion King" and I've been researching for it as well as watching the film and reminding myself of the plot and important events in the film. I have decided to write about how this narrative has a meaning/worthwhile theme/message to it as well as just being a well animated film.

03/02/17: I have written a draft for my essay and taken it to be looked at to see how it is. I was told to write less about the plot of the film, and maybe find more quotes and convenient theories. I was given information on a book that has information about the Lion King, my next step will be to do more research and find more references and use them more than talking about the plot so much, this feedback was very helpful for me.

10/02/17: I have gone back over my essay, taking out parts and replacing them with more important information. In addition to this, I rearranged the quotes and spread them out more throughout the essay to show their convenience more as well as reducing the amount of paragraphs overall. I found a quote from The Writer’s Journey, and included it in the essay where I thought necessary. I completed my bibliography altered my essay quite a bit, I think the research really assisted me in completing this and the quotes I found were very relevant and helpful.  

#reflectivejournal

[mismehellawes]

Through Stomach to Heart

Hellaverse Sapphic Week

Day 5 - Domestic Bliss

Pairing: Rosie x Verosika Mayday

Warning: Eating human flesh, swearing, innuendo

Spices, rice, chopped onion, a little bit of honey, Paradise apples (nearly impossible to get in Hell) and fresh succulent meat brought straight from Earth: these are some of the ingredients to make a dinner perfect for the lady of one’s heart.

Verosika was writing a song about her girlfriend’s breasts in their bedroom, while her inspiration was busy cooking her a meal in the big rustical kitchen. Two dishes were set ready on the table along with a glass jug of iced tea. Rosie, wearing a red frilly apron, took a look at the steaming pot and then at the old-fashioned pocket watch. Only three minutes left. Rosie was excellent cook, she loved to experiment in the kitchen, which combined with her unusual taste could often give surprising results. During her last gig on Earth Verosika took a liking to a certain one-pot dish, so Rosie promised her to cook something similar, with her own unique twist to it.

Rosie was so busy with cooking that she hadn’t noticed Verosika entering the kitchen until she wrapped her arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

"Smells delicious," she purred, resting her chin on her lover’s shoulder. Judging by that tone of her voice she either meant the woman in her arms or the dish in the pot.

Rosie smiled warmly, then looked at her watch.

"The dinner is ready. Please sit at the table, darling."

Verosika gently stepped back from her. Rosie removed the pot from the steam, Verosika then came to her with both plates in her hands. Rosie turned to her, ready to protest – it was her duty to serve her dove her special meal.

"Darling, please, you don’t have-" she cut off. Verosika was in her human form – beautiful, insanely attractive human. Whenever Rosie saw her like that, she wondered what she would’ve done, if they met on Earth, when Rosie was still alive. How would’ve she eaten her, sapphic way or cannibal way? It didn’t matter at this moment though.

"Oh darling," Rosie sighed with affection. "You didn’t have to."

"Yeah, but I wanted to," Verosika winked at her. They put portions of the meal on their plated, poured iced tea in their glasses and sat by the table, ready to eat. Verosika got a piece of meat on the fork and put it in her mouth. She munched on it with a comically solemn expression. Rosie watched her carefuly, her grin with a hint of nervousness. Verosika’s eyes widened and started to gleam.

"Ohmyfuckngahd behb, iss delishous," she said, her mouth full. She took some more meat on her fork.

"Darling, swallow, don’t eat it too fast," said Rosie. Verosika rolled her eyes, but swallowed obediently. She ate some more, then smiled at Rosie, who was eating slowly and delicately.

"It’s delicious," she repeated. "You’re the best fucking cook in Hell, babe."

"Thank you, you’re too kind," Rosie lowered her eyes humbly. She looked happy, that Verosika liked the meal.

"What kind of meat is that?" Verosika asked before eating some more.

"Hmm…" Rosie chewed thoughtfully, then swallowed. "Judging by the taste, it’s a young woman in her twenties, very likely a virgin."

Verosika snorted. "That’s rare," She tried another piece. "It’s kinda salty. It’s still hella delicious, babe," She assured Rosie. "And virgins have reasons to be salty," She smirked.

"Oh darling, you’re being mean," Rosie scolded Verosika lightly. "It’s a European meat, Polish if I’m correct. They tend to be rather salty."

"Salty or not, Polish women taste great. I know, I played there during Midsommar once," Verosika smiled suggestively.

They continued to eat and talk, basking in each others’ presence.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel rosie #verosika mayday #rosie x verosika #hellaverse #Misme writes #femslash

[mismehellawes]

No Rush

Hellaverse Sapphic Week

Day 2 - Morning Cuddles

Pairing: Rosie x Verosika Mayday

Warning(s): Nudity, limes, light swearing

It was a warm summer morning in Hell. Flowers were blooming, birds were singing, some cadaver’s corpse was rotting in the garbage. A good portion of demons was suffering from heavy hangover, some were laying in their own vomit and piss after snorting too much coke, others were crying they died virgins or that no one, even masochists, would ever love them. There were however the lucky ones who could fall asleep and then wake up next to their beloved partners. One of them was a famous popstar Verosika Mayday, who woke up after a long night of making love to her girlfriend.

Verosika was staring at the sleeping woman, her head leaned on her hand, with a gentle soft smile most people wouldn’t get to see on her face. Rosie – the powerful fearsome Overlord with a permanent, sharp as a knife smile – that Rosie was melting the sucubbus’ heart with how cutely and messy she looked in that moment.

She was asleep stark naked, laying on her back, her legs spread in a very unlady-like manner, her left hand above her head. From her face turned to her partner’s side gone was her signature grin, but she looked peaceful, like someone dreaming about something pleasant. Rosie’s breasts, thighs and neck were still covered in lovebites Verosika gave her last night. Verosika’s smile grew a little more lewd for a moment – this particular rose was the sweetest little flower she’s ever tasted in her life…

Rosies eyelid’s fluttered a little and she slowly opened her huge, completely black eyes. She looked at Verosika and smiled lightly.

"Good morning, darling," she stretched a little bit. "How long have you been awake?"

"Five minutes maybe," Verosika replied. She snuggled into her lover, laying her head on Rosie’s chest. Rosie wrapped her arm around Verosika’s shoulders; the latter sighed in content. Rosie placed a kiss on the top of her partner’s head.

"We should get up already. It’s going to be a busy day," Rosie said. None of them made a move to get out of the bed though. Instead they intertwined their legs, Rosie stroking idly Verosika’s long soft hair.

"Mmm yeah. I’ve got a recording at the studio today," Verosika closed her eyes, enjoying the warm proximity of her girl. It’s been so long since she simply laid there, cuddling someone she loved and she didn’t want to part from her yet.

Rosie seemed to read her mind.

"A few minutes more should be alright. After all, no one rushes the star."

Verosika raised her head to look at Rosie. She kissed her tenderly on the lips, then she hugged even closer.

"You’re abso-fucking-lutely right, babe."

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel rosie #verosika mayday #rosie x verosika #hellaverse #Misme writes #femslash

[mismehellawes]

Summertime

Hellaverse Sapphic Week

Day 1 - Summer

Pairing: Rosie x Verosika Mayday

Warning: Lemon innuendos, swearing

"You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me," Verosika Mayday whined, falling on the sunbed, heartshaped sunglasses sliding off her nonexistent nose.

There is a reason why the ocean is located in the envy ring. The beach is a prefect place to show off and make all the suckers feel jealous of you. Water sports. Beautiful body. How fast can you drown someone. Or how sexy your partner is.

As a succubus, Verosika could flaunt her fantastic figure, black bikini greatly pronouncing her love apples and pleasure peach. However, those who’d like a piece of her were up for disappointment. Two white heart her adorning strapless bra and a single NO embroidered on her panties was a clear sign to Verosika’s loyal fans that heart and body of their idol was taken. That lucky bastard lied on the other sunbed next to Verosika’s, her permanent grin making it hard to onlookers to read her expression. However Verosika could clearly see that she was trying to play surprised.

"No, why?" asked Rosie, of Rosie’s Emporium, one of the Overlords, her voice innocent, but her eyes glinting with mischief.

"You told me your costume was absolutely scandalous!" Verosika protested.

"It isn’t?" Rosie smoothed out her skirt. "I’ve shortened it by well over five inches and cut off the sleeves."

See, demons, succubi and incubi in particular, love to know that their partner is sexy AND unavailable to everyone else. Just imagine: you’re walking on the beach with that hot person, everyone is drooling over them, but they cannot touch them, they can’t even dream about it, because that person is with you. And you can look down on these losers with amusement, while they’re crying and jerking off in despair.

Obviously after hearing that Rosie’s swimwear was ‘scandalous’ Verosika couldn’t contain herself. And yes indeed, her jaw dropped upon seeing Rosie. The Overlord was covered in a knee-long, sleeveless navy blue dress with pantalons, only her shoulders and feet bare. So yes, her outfit was truly shocking and scandalous, by 19th century’s standards maybe. The only relatively modern part of it was a big straw hat, adorned with blue ribbon, cyan feathers and giant anchor-shaped pin.

Verosika pouted and said nothing. She reached to her bag for a bottle of sun cream and started to apply it to her skin. She then turned to Rosie.

"Would you put some on my back?"

"But of course," Rosie smiled at her. Turning back at her, Verosika tried hard to remain very offended that her girlfriend decided to wear that grandma costume, but Rosie didn’t make it any easier.

"If it makes you feel any better I can buy you Agatha’s breasts," Rosie said cheerfully, putting gently cream on Verosika’s back. The succubus turned her head to the Overlord, clearly shocked.

"The what?!"

"It’s the best ice cream in all of Hell," Rosie replied calmly. "Shaped like female breast, I think inspired with Earth’s pastry," She sighed a little. "I remember feeling a little… odd… when I tasted that cake for the first time."

They laid back on their sunbeds. Verosika regarded Rosie curiously.

"Was that your lesbian awakening?" she asked.

"Hard to say," Rosie said, thoughtfully looking thoughtfully at the ocean. „After eating it, I was very flustered. I couldn’t tell, if I wanted to caress another woman’s breast or eat it like a cake. Anyway, enough of this talk about my past,” she grinned at Verosika, then gestured at the ice cream mobile cart. "Let’s eat some ice cream!"

"Alright," Verosika smiled back at her, deep inside hoping that one day Rosie will become more open about her life on Earth. Then she shouted at the ice-cream man. "Hey you! Move your ass over here!"

"Darling!" Rosie gasped in horror, but before she could scold her partner for rude behaviour, the ice-cream man was next to them with his cart. He looked like a giant duck, very similar to Donald Duck, if he drank too much vodka. Servile grin plastered on his face was a proof he recognized the famous pop star and her Overlord girlfriend.

"How can I serve you, ladies?" he croaked.

"Agatha’s breast twice, please," Rosie said quickly, before Verosika could go diva on the poor guy. Not because she cared about his feelings, she was simply a lady who cared about manners. She took a look at Verosika with a little mischievous smile. "For me, dragon fruit flavour, please. What would you like, darling?" she addressed her.

Verosika responded with the same smile. "Vanilla… please."

The ice-cream man nodded and handed them over two ice cream cones, one hot pink, other pure white, both topped with a single red candied cherry. Rosie paid him, he thanked her profusely and went back with his cart to his usual spot.

"Damn, this motherfucker needs a shower," Verosika winced. "Fucking hope he doesn’t add his cream to his ice cream, even though it looks tasty."

"I assure you darling, no one would dare to defile this masterpiece," Rosie said and gently circled the cherry on her ice cream with her tongue, looking Verosika in the eye. "Oh my," she licked the topping. "It’s amazing, try yours before it melts."

Verosika licked her white scoop, looking back at her partner. "Mmm. You are right," She then gently teased the cherry, as if it was a real nipple, smirking. Rosie in response simply bit the cherry off of her dragon fruit ice cream, leaving Verosika stunned for a moment with her tongue stuck out. Rosie giggled at that to which Verosika rolled her eyes, but still smiled.

Seems that eating suggestive ice cream with your partner on the beach was also a good reason to make losers envy you.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel rosie #verosika mayday #rosie x verosika #hellaverse #misme writes #femslash