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tarjapearce · 9 months

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Hear me out the book of life x bbg miguel 😍 it could either be like La muerte reader and xibalba Miguel and if that’s to ooc for Miguel then Manolo Miguel and Maria reader🙏 I feel like it’s a little ooc either way but PLSSS😞🙏

🤭 It's fine dear. I think, Miguel would do a great job as El Catrin, I feel his personality is more inclined to go with it, and the reader, well, Xibalba. Mischievous, kinda tricky but still so so loving and a softie for him :')

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"Why would I want to rule the Land of the Forgotten?" Black wings tucked behind your back as you stared at Miguel. Red eyes blinked unamused at you.

"Why can't we share? I could do a pretty good job too."

"Mi cielo, Who would watch over the land? You have the talent for it."

"You're just saying that cause you don't wanna share. The Land of the Forgotten is boring! With capital B! Nothing ever happens. It's so depressing all the time. No colors, nothing!"

"It's your realm. You're there cause you cheated on a wager." His finger flickered your nose.

You groaned in annoyance. Of course you would try and ask but to no avail. His decision absolute.

"Let's make a wager then." Smirking you planted yourself before him, his nose flared softly but waited for you to finish.

"A wager?"

"Yes. A wager . See those two boys there? They're always fighting for that girl's attention. And you and I know that only one of them will come out victorious."

"And?" His eyebrow quirqued.

"If my boy wins, I'll have your land. If the other boy wins?-"

"You'll stop meddling with the affairs of men" He caressed your cheek before disappearing.

"But it's the only fun I have left, my dear! You scared of not winning?" Your fingers walked over his chest and smirked.

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The wager was on. He had blessed the boy he rooted for with a pure heart, but you on the other hand had given the little jerk of a kid, an ominously beautiful looking black and green medal. The Eternal Life Medal. Whoever wielded it could be no harmed not killed. Your plan had been on a roll without any signs of stopping. Now everything you had to do was wait.

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The two boys turned into men, both persuing their passions. Yours turned into a respectable and famous soldier that always ended up living to tell the tale thanks to his magic medal none knew about. And Miguel's boy had grown into a famous bullfighter. Even though both were different the love they had for the girl, now a lovely looking woman, remained the same.

But you had seen the hesitation in Miguel's part of the bet. Despite him being a famous matador, he didn't wish to inflict any more pain in the poor animal. He wanted to sing.

The woman seemed impressed by his act of mercy. You would have to step up in your game if you wanted the Land of The Remembered.

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A two headed sneak had bitten Miguel's boy, he had gladly took his role among the dead if that meant to rescue his beloved.

A rare sight among the perverse humans. A pure heart. Of course it was cheating, but it'd make you one step closer to be the ruler of such wonderful and colorful land.

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Your name echoed through your old realm as Miguel roared, full of anger. He had discovered what you had done.

"Repugnante hija de burro leproso! Hiciste trampa. Otra vez!" ( You misbegotten daughter of leprous donkey. You cheated. Again!)

"I did not do such thing!"

His boy was there, facing you, needing answers. And so was Miguel.

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You had put Jim through his worst fears, a maze that somehow he was able to decipher, and the final test. El Toro. (The Bull)

A manifestation of every single bull slayed by his ancestors.

Miguel's boy had won the wager. You were to return to your realm.

"I believe you've won the wager again mi amor. Just like my heart, all over again."

His eyes softened and a bony finger was brought to your chin.

"I'm really sorry my love. Would you ever forgive me?"

"I do"

He pulled you closer to give you a deep kiss as the skies exploded in colors.

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(Love this movie btw 🥹❤️)

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #t writes✨#book of life

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thelazybard · 1 year

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Instead I Pour the Milk. [Alejandro Vargas x fem!Reader] Chapter 11: Olive Branch.

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Warnings: Mentions of assault, and anxiety

Since making plans to speak with Alejandro in person, time seemed to pass by spitefully like a petty slug at a crosswalk. It didn't help that you couldn't occupy yourself with work. Suddenly none of your books were interesting, and you couldn't get past a single page. You tried to nap but were wide awake, and Guillermo wasn't in the mood to play. Stupid motherhood. The kittens were napping so there was no use in trying that either.

David noticed your restlessness as you swept the floor for a third time and couldn't help but tease you. "I thought you didn't want to see Alejandro?" He said.

"Leave me alone." You grumbled.

He smirked, then looked at the front door and lit up. "Oh, look who's here."

Heart dropping to your stomach, you turned and saw Abuelita peaking into the shop through the front door's window and rushed to let her in. She had a tray of buñuelos wrapped in tin foil. When word got back to her about what happened to you, which was fairly quick since one of the soldiers with Alejandro was her son, she quickly whipped up some food to bring you in hopes of lifting your spirits.

And that it did. The three of you had an afternoon snack of buñuelos served with coffee made by David. It wasn't prepared as good as yours, but that was to be expected.

"How are you feeling, mi hija?" Abuelita asked, holding one of your hands in hers. Her hands were smooth, the comforting softness that all elder women seem to have. She reminded you of your grandmother, a bittersweet discovery that did nothing to help your homesickness.

You exhaled. "I won't lie, last night was terrifying. But I'm feeling a little better about it, now. Alejandro sending soldiers to guard the store really put me at ease." You nodded to the front door where two armed Vaqueros stood outside.

"That's why they're there? That man really does care for you, huh?" She smiled.

You didn't want to tell Abuelita about the complexities of your relationship with the Sergeant, especially if you were to try and mend it with him tonight. Word got around fast and you wanted to protect your peace. "Yeah, I know a few people that aren't too happy about that though." You said simply.

Abuelita shook her head. "Don't you worry about Rosa, or Roberta. I heard about that ordeal, shame on her."

You offered a shrug. "I'm sure she feels plenty shameful now."

Abuelita eventually had to go but you and David made sure to show your gratitude for the buñuelos. The day continued to drag on, but the elder woman's visit managed to cheer you up and with the energy gained from your newfound joy, you did some maintenance outside the shop. With the Vaqueros right there to keep you safe, you were sure nothing would happen to you.

After sweeping dead leaves off your property, you rearranged some of the potted plants. You grew various herbs such as lavender and basil, ingredients you frequently used in the shop. People were free to walk by and pick what they needed, yet another demonstration of your unwavering kindness. It was no wonder Alejandro liked you.

Then that night, Alejandro texted you saying he was on his way, and you nearly choked on your chai latte. It was finally happening, you were finally going to address the metaphorical elephant in you and Alé's metaphorical room.

"Should I be around for this talk?" David asked you.

"Sorry, but hell no." You chuckled.

He snorted. "I figured. Then I'll just wait in the lobby until he gets here."

"Thank you, David."

"Don't mention it. So..." He took a deep breath then looked at you. "Have you told anyone back home?" He asked.

Guilt made your stomach drop, and you looked out one of the windows. "Not yet."

"Seriously? Not even your parents?" He asked.

You sighed, slightly ashamed. "No, I don't know how to tell them without them freaking out and trying to drag me back home. And what good would it do?"

"It'd be a chance to be honest with them, and that's always good."

"I guess I'm not in the right state of mind for their "I told you so" yet." You admitted.

"I guess I can understand that. But you are going to tell them, right?"

"At some point."

David didn't say anything for a moment. "Okay." He finally conceded.

You sighed and started cookie dough for the next day. As you kneaded the dough with your bare hands, you allowed your mind to wander. What would your parents say? There was no doubt in your mind that no matter how much you assured your dad, he'd still be campaigning for your return home. As for your mother, you could expect her to say something along the lines of, "I told you this would happen. Now do you see why we want you home?".

The way you saw it, danger was everywhere and an unavoidable circumstance. What would your parents say if you were assaulted back in your hometown? There'd be no I told you so's then, right? So why is it any different now in a town full of people who respect you and make you feel at home?

The door's bell snapped you out of your brooding and you washed your hands clean before entering the storefront.

Alejandro waited patiently by the front door, holding a bouquet of yellow roses and white tulips. An unmistakable flutter in your chest at the sight of him told you everything you needed to know about yourself: You still adored this man.

He smiled at you and David excused himself upstairs, winking your way before leaving you two in the lobby.

"Hey," You started, rounding the counter to approach Alejandro. You finally took a good look at the bouquet in his hands. "Roses and tulips?" You asked.

"Yellow roses symbolize friendship, and tulips represent forgiveness." He explained.

You raised your hands to accept the flowers. "Oh, so you're a florist now?" You teased.

He placed the bouquet in your hands gently. "No, but my sister is. She helped me design the bouquet."

Smelling the flowers, you allowed a faint smile to form. "Well, it is a beautiful arrangement." You turned and set them down gently on the counter behind you.

"How is your hand?" He asked.

"It's fine."

"Would you like to sit?"

You nodded slowly, and the two of you sat at a table in the back of the store. Being close to where you were assaulted made your heartbeat quicken, but you made an effort to not let your nerves show through. Instead, you looked at him expectantly, hands folded neatly in front of you to prevent them from trembling.

Alejandro mirrored your pose and bowed his head, sighing a bit. "So... About what you saw at the restaurant."

Words that you'd been stringing together since that night began to spill out of your mouth before you could stop it. "Look, if you still want to be with Valeria I understand, but you should have been upfront with me. This whole time I thought–"

Alejandro interrupted your word vomit. "Why would I want to get back with the woman who cheated on me?"

Your mouth snapped shut, and Alejandro continued. "Valeria and I, despite our past, still have to work as a team. We had to discuss work, but I didn't want to let her back into my private life. So, I suggested we converse somewhere public, like over dinner. She refused to meet anywhere but at a nice restaurant, so I had to concede for the sake of the greater good."

That... actually seemed plausible. But you still remained unconvinced.

Your shoulders slouched as you thought it over. "I just– If this is all true, why would you not just tell me that?" You asked.

Then it occurred to you that perhaps Alejandro didn't owe you an explanation in the first place. You weren't together, hardly even lovers. A kiss was the only thing keeping a tie between the two of you. It was a situationship at best. Not to mention, it's not like you told him much either. You didn't tell him when you saw someone stalking the store, or about Roberta striking you. Granted, you weren't that intimidated about either of those things, but they were things he'd have probably liked to know.

Boy did you feel foolish. Had the relationship you had with Alejandro progressed further in your mind than it did in reality? Perhaps it was time to tone it down, you thought.

But what Alejandro said next made you toss that notion out of your head.

"I'm sorry. You're right, I should have told you. I just thought that if I did it would look like I was trying to make you jealous. I really don't want to mess things up with you."

You frowned. "Neither do I."

He reached over slowly for one of your hands, and you intertwined your fingers with his, causing a smile to appear at the corner of his mouth. The olive branch was exchanged.

"Can I know something?" You then asked.

"Anything, mi vi– Scout." He corrected himself.

You decided to ignore his slip up for the time being. "What was it the two of you talked about?"

Alejandro answered with some hesitation, no doubt finding a way of answering that wouldn't expose confidential info. "Our unit is planning something that will happen very soon, and we needed to get a few things straight."

"Does this thing concern Las Almas?"

"Every part of it." He replied.

You looked down at his hand and squeezed it. "Okay."

"Do you forgive me?"

You nodded. "I do. And you?"

"I was never upset with you." He proclaimed.

You walked Alejandro to the front door. He had to be up early, and couldn't linger despite desperately wanting to now that the two of you had made amends. Standing there like a bump on a log, he wondered if it would be appropriate to hug or kiss you goodbye. You took notice of this and with the faintest of chuckles leaned in to peck his cheek.

"Ah, there it is," He joked, the silliest of smiles on his face. You giggled and shoved him before he pulled you into a tight hug. Your cheek was pressed against his chest, listening to his rapidly beating heart. Neither of you were particularly in a rush to pull apart, especially when he began to rub your back gently. That's when you moved your head to nuzzle your nose into his neck and sigh contentedly.

"I missed you." He confessed, his voice raspy as he rested his chin on your head.

Sighing again, you admitted, "So did I."

Eventually you had to let go. The two of you pulled away reluctantly, and you watched as he disappeared into his truck before locking the door.

After putting away the cookie dough and turning off all the lights, you made your way upstairs to your apartment, no bothering to greet your cousin before telling him the news.

"I'd say that went very we–" You stopped in your tracks when you saw David on the couch with Guillermo in his lap. They both looked at you like they got caught red handed, and you couldn't help but laugh and point.

"I knew it! I fucking knew it! You like cats!" You shouted as Guillermo shot off of David's lap and he shushed you repeatedly.

"Girl shut up! I never said I hated cats." He lied.

"You so have." You then gasped as an idea crossed your mind. "I'm telling Chloe." You threatened.

The night ended with you evading David's grasp long enough to call your mutual cousin.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare #alejandro vargas #Call Of Duty MW2 #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x oc #alejandro x fem!reader

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elrincontiranetas · 10 months

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Las 7 chicas mas sexys de DC Super Hero Girls

Aquí te presento mi top 7 de las heroínas más lindas y populares de la serie de animación DC Super Hero Girls, junto con una breve semblanza de cada una, sus características y por qué son tan populares:

Supergirl: La prima adolescente de Superman, es la heroína más poderosa de la escuela, con una personalidad dulce y optimista. Su belleza se debe a su cabello rubio y ojos azules, además de su traje rojo y azul icónico.

Wonder Woman: Princesa guerrera de las Amazonas, es una líder natural con una personalidad valiente y noble. Su belleza radica en su tono de piel bronceado y ojos brillantes, así como en su traje rojo, dorado y azul que refleja su origen griego.

Batgirl: La hija del comisionado de policía de Gotham City, es una detective inteligente y astuta, con un ingenioso traje de murciélago en tonos morados y dorados. Su belleza se debe a su cabello pelirrojo y su actitud confiada.

Zatanna: Una maga adolescente con habilidades mágicas que le permiten hacer increíbles trucos de ilusionismo. Su belleza se destaca por su cabello largo y oscuro y su atuendo negro con detalles en blanco y rosa.

Bumblebee: Una chica con la habilidad de encogerse a un tamaño diminuto, tiene un estilo de moda vibrante y audaz con un traje negro y amarillo. Su belleza se refleja en su cabello corto y negro, así como en su personalidad divertida y alegre.

Green Lantern (Jessica Cruz): La última incorporación al grupo, tiene un poderoso anillo que le permite crear cualquier cosa que pueda imaginar. Su belleza se debe a su piel morena y su cabello oscuro, así como a su traje verde y negro con detalles de cristal.

Katana: Una guerrera samurái adolescente, tiene una personalidad seria y enfocada en la justicia. Su belleza se destaca por su cabello negro largo y liso, así como por su traje rojo y negro que muestra su habilidad en artes marciales.

Cada una de estas heroínas tiene rasgos y habilidades únicas que las hacen populares entre los fans de DC Super Hero Girls. Además de su belleza, son admiradas por su valentía, inteligencia y habilidades sobrenaturales, lo que las hace personajes increíblemente interesantes y poderosos.

#DC Super Hero Girls #sexy #hot #top #tiranetas #virtual babes #supergirl #zatanna #katana #batgirl

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hastingsdecadas · 1 year

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The arrival of little Beth had brought life back to the Hastings house, as it had been years since a baby's cry had been heard there. But many things had changed since then and that is, despite not wanting to admit it, the years had passed, and Elisabeth's body would not allow her to run after the little girl when she began to walk. In addition, her husband had also aged and taking care of him also took up a lot of her time. Luckily Maggie now had the help of her eldest daughter, who seemed to have turned into a woman without her realizing it.

Joseph had been an amateur carpenter since he was young, and had been preparing something for his granddaughter for a long time: a violin made with his own hands. Samantha didn't know what to say, she didn't know how to thank him for that gift. Her grandfather suggested that she play for him and her grandmother. After managing to distract his wife from her chores for a moment, he gallantly asked her to dance with him. Samantha watched her grandmother show nervousness for the first time.

While watching her grandparents dance, she realized the complicity and love they gave off, and she imagined them falling in love. She wondered if she would ever feel that way for someone else. Or if someone would feel that for her.

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La llegada de la pequeña Beth había traído de nuevo vida a la casa de los Hastings, ya que hacía años desde la última vez que se había escuchado el llanto de un bebé en ella. Pero habían cambiado muchas cosas desde entonces y es que, a pesar de no querer admitirlo, Elisabeth era consciente de que los años habían pasado por ella, y de que su cuerpo no le permitiría correr detrás de la pequeña cuando esta empezara a andar. Además, su esposo también había envejecido y cuidar de él también le quitaba mucho tiempo. Por suerte ahora Maggie contaba con la ayuda de su hija mayor, que parecía haberse vuelto una mujer sin que ella se diera cuenta.

Joseph había sido un aficionado a la carpintería desde joven, y llevaba un tiempo preparando algo para su nieta: un violín hecho con sus propias manos. Samantha no supo que decir, no sabía cómo agradecerle aquel regalo. Su abuelo le sugirió que tocara para él y su abuela, y ella aceptó sin pensárselo. Tras conseguir distraer a su esposa de sus tareas durante un momento, le pidió con galantería que bailara con él. Samantha observó por primera vez a su abuela mostrar neviosismo y cómo sus mejillas se tornaron rosadas de un momento a otro.

Mientras miraba a sus abuelos bailar, se dió cuenta de la complicidad y el amor que desprendían, y se los imaginaba de jóvenes enamorándose. Se preguntaba si ella alguna vez sentiría eso por otra persona. O si otra persona lo sentiría por ella.

#the sims 4 #the sims legacy #the sims story #TS4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 story #ts4 decades challenge #decades challenge #1900 #The Hastings Legacy

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kosi-annec · 2 years

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PRIDE PROMPT: Queer Euphoria

“Uhm… abuela?” The elder in question looked up from her book, turning slightly to face her granddaughter. The young child wasn’t looking at her, instead, her gaze was directed to the floor. “Can I, uh, tell you something?”

The old woman tilted her head slightly. “But of course, mi hija. What is on your mind?” She asked, voice gentle as if trying to soothe the anxious child.

And it does, as Amare calmed down. There was still some lingering nervousness in the child, but less so now. What could be plaguing her mind this much? The elder thought to herself, closing the book in her hands and placing it on her lap, giving her nieta her full attention.

Amare didn’t reply immediately, instead, she played with the drawstring of her hoodie. “I was just, well, I was wondering if–that maybe I’m not… well, I don’t feel like a, uhh…” The younger stammered, gesturing her hands wildly in an attempt to make the older understand what she was trying to say. Unfortunately, her abuela isn’t a mindreader.

What the elder is, however, is patient, so she waits for her nieta to find the right words to say. Not telling her to hurry up, or snapping at her for wasting her time. Just letting the child say what she needs to say—even if it was stuttered.

It doesn’t take long till Amare gets her bearings. She takes a deep breath, exhales, and gets the words out: “I don’t–I don’t think I’m a girl.”

The old woman takes a couple of seconds to register what her nieta—well, what her little one said. She guessed that her silence was too long for the child as the little one continued, slightly more panicked. “I mean, I don’t feel like a girl. I know I’m born one, but it–it doesn’t feel right. Like it isn’t, well, me. That probably didn’t make any sense, but–I just, I don’t know. Is there something wrong with me? I probably shouldn’t feel this way, but I do and—”

“Slow down, slow down.” She raised her wrinkled hand to signal the younger to stop. It works, and the rambling stops. Her child still hasn’t looked at her.

Finally grasping the situation, the old woman started slowly: “So, you don’t feel comfortable being referred to as a girl?” The younger nods to that, not daring to say a word or even look at her.

“Would you feel more comfortable if you were referred to as a boy?” The younger pauses for a moment, then shakes their head. Ah, so like Azul.

The older woman smiles softly. “Then, would you like me to refer to you by they-and-them pronouns?” They looked up at her for the first time since the conversation started, their eyes filled with surprise. She can finally see the cogs turning in those bright red eyes of theirs.

Then, something seems to click in their head, because they smile at the question. “Yeah… yeah, that–I’d like that.” They said, airy at first but more sure with the next few words.

“That’s settled then,” she gets up from her chair—with the help of her grandchild, “we can go buy some new clothes for you if you don’t feel that any of the ones you own suit you.”

“Oh! You don’t have to, abuela. I can get by with the ones I have—”

“Nonsense, mi alma. We are buying new ones for you, ones that fit you.” She interrupted. “Besides, we can give away the ones you don’t like.”

They sighed at the old lady’s response, resigning to their fate. Well, it isn’t that bad. I get to have more comfortable clothes at least, they thought.

“Ah, I almost forgot,” she turns to her grandchild, “do you want to go by a different name? One that makes you feel more comfortable.” That was what happened with Azul, so they might want to change their name too.

They take a moment to think about it. “No,” they said, “I like my name. It feels very me.” Amare smiled to their abuela, pure honesty.

The old woman smiled back. “Then let us go, Amare. We have some shopping to do.”

[abuela means grandma; mi hija means my child; nieta means granddaughter; mi alma means my heart or my soul]

#pridewrite #pride month #pridewrite2022 #pw3 #nonbinary #writers on tumblr #writing #writeblr #bit of spanish #god this is so late #platonic #writers #writers of tumblr #my ocs #lit vomit

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brave329 · 2 years

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They were gone, all six of her precious nietas were dead before they had truly began to live. It was her fault if she hadn’t been so selfish so wrapped in her own pain she was ignorant to her family’s suffering they would still be here. Her own son had been tormented by the village and had hid in the walls for a decade to save his sobrina from the same fate because she had never protected him so he didn’t trust her to protect Mirabel. The old woman was torn from her musings by three agonized pain filled screams from where her children were sleeping. Panicked she rushed to the one closest to her which happens to be Bruno the one she failed the most Blood covered butterfly wings burst from their backs but that was the easy part. Her hijas were held by their husbands as she desperately hugged her lost hijo knowing whatever promises she made would not be believed. All three triplets grew six new arms in three hours and twenty six minutes. Her son passed out in her arms once the changes were completed leaving her to once again wonder why her family kept suffering for her mistakes.

When the villagers learned of the triplets transformation the three were forced to spend their entire day reciting bible verses instead of grieving their dead children or recovering from the night she understood their caution her children had sprouted wings had six arms and looked two and a half decades younger Julietta and Pepas eyes had turned blue and yellow respectively still she couldn’t help but hold them partially responsible for the situation eventually when the townspeople were convinced that the three had not become demons they decided to build a new home for the remaining Madrigals it was completed in three months

The new casa la Madrigals looked very different from casita it resembled a temple more then a house but the very moment Alma Opened the door it sprung to life in golden magic she recognized the spirit of casita as the floor tiles forced them up the stairs all of them hoped that their children would be their (they had never found the bodies had never fully given up hope) but their were only four glowing doors four glowing doors and a brown one with the word nursery carved at the top

The nursary was large but mostly empty six circular cribs were built into the walls each having one of the childrens names carved above them inside the cribs were white cocoons which one could see unborn babies inside if they looked closely enough Isabelas had Spackling of dark midnight and sky blue Dolores specs of red and black Louisa indigo and dark purple Camilo Orange Mirabel Gold and Antonio orange of course most of this wasn’t realized by the adults until much later

Alma looked down at the white and gold cocoon in front of her Mirabel on her way to rebirth her eyes steeled with determination casita are these the grandchildren she asked causing the others to turn toward her Casita flipped a tile once a yes when will they hatch Pepa demanded somehow having both a sun and a snow cloud casita flipped the tile five times five months Julieta asked casita opened and closed the door as if nodding she vaguely heard Augustine and Felix talking behind her but she lost herself in thought her nietos were back I won’t fail a second time she promised out loud I’ll protect you she looked away from the cocoon to Bruno all of you her eyes flashed gold at her words

#cocooned fairy au #encanto alma #bruno madrigal #julietta madrigal #Chrysalis au #Encanto

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ema-noticias · 2 months

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"Mi dulce niña, bienvenida": Gal Gadot anunció el nacimiento de su cuarta hija

Gal Gadot, reconocida por su papel protagónico en Wonder Woman, anunció la llegada de su cuarta hija, fruto de su matrimonio de 16 años con Yaron Varsano. La actriz, de 38 años, reveló que el embarazo no fue sencillo, pero están felices de dar la bienvenida a Ori, cuyo significado es ‘Mi Luz’. “Mi dulce niña, bienvenida. El embarazo no fue fácil y lo superamos. Has traído tanta luz a nuestras…

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un-jazmin-azul · 6 months

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Tengo 36 y el domingo fui a mi primer recital. El primero, sí. Temprano ese día, escribí mi numero de teléfono en las zapatillas de mi hija de 7 años, le puse una carterita con una tarjeta con su nombre y apellido, y nos tomamos un auto hasta River. La agarré fuerte de la mano, con pánico a que se pierda, mientras entrabamos por primera vez a un estadio, el más grande Argentina. Nos sentamos junto a otras chicas que no pararon de acercarle pulseritas, y que nos cuidaron nuestras cosas y lo asientos durante los 40 minutos que tardamos en ir al baño. Mientras escuchábamos a la increíble Taylor (y al coro más grande y ruidoso del mundo), y la mujer que teníamos adelante se preocupaba de sentarse cuando mi hija se sentaba, así podía ver mejor, pensaba cuán maravillosa es la sororidad que nos envuelve a las mujeres, como nos cuidamos las unas a las otras. Éramos 70mil personas, y en las 6 horas que estuvimos en el recital, puedo asegurar que cada una de ellas cuidaron a mi hija igual que yo.

I'm 36 years old, and on Sunday, I attended my very first recital. Yes, the first one. Earlier that day, I wrote my phone number on my 7-year-old daughter's sneakers, gave her a wallet with a card containing her name and address, and we drove to River. I held her hand tightly, terrified that she might get lost, as we entered a stadium for the first time – the largest in Argentina. We sat next to other girls who kept giving her bracelets and took care of our belongings and seats during the 40 minutes it took for us to go to the bathroom. As we listened to the incredible Taylor (and the biggest, loudest choir in the world), and the woman in front of us made sure to sit down when my daughter sat down so she could see better, I thought about how wonderful the sisterhood that surrounds women is, and how we take care of each other. There were 70 thousand people, and during the 6 hours we were at the recital, I can assure you that all 70 thousand took care of my daughter just as I did.

#taylor swift #river plate #eras tour #woman #concert #buenos aires #argentina

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hikariyami1 · 14 days

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Wonder Woman (2023-) #8

#damian wayne #jon kent #robin #damian al ghul #superboy #super sons #damian #jon #jondami #son of batman #lizzie #wonder woman hija #wonder woman

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laultimacocacolaeneldesierto · 8 months

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Trinity by Jim Lee

#dc comics #Trinity #wonder woman's daughter #la hija de wonder woman #mujer maravilla

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 8 months

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El Amor De Una Diosa (WonderLane) (Omegaverse)

by Fallen_Angel_25 Ya han pasado 6 meses desde la muerte de Superman el Alfa kriptoniano; Bruce y Diana formaron La Liga de La Justicia con Barry y Víctor. La Diosa recuperó a su hija Lena, una Alfa producto de su amor con Lyanna, la Omega de la cual se había enamorado y había sido su única compañera, la cual le fue arrebatada por culpa de un Beta que se había obsesionado con ella. La Alfa jamás olvidará a su primer amor, ella le había prometido a Lyanna que no se enamoraría de otra Omega, pero su amada le dijo que siguiera con su vida y fuera feliz, que se enamorara de nuevo, formara una familia y le diera hermanos a su hija Lena, que no se quedase estancada en ella. La Amazona después de la muerte de su Omega juró no enamorarse otra vez, no se sentía capaz de eso y durante 22 años así lo hizo, hasta que conoció a Lois Lane, una joven Omega reportera, novia de Clark hasta hace 6 meses. Apenas la vio su Alfa interior quedo embobada por la Omega, se enamoró perdidamente de la chica, así como lo había hecho cuando conoció a Lyanna, pero de inmediato supo que no sería correspondida. Sin embargo el destino es caprichoso y da muchas vueltas, y más si tus madres biológicas son las Diosas Atenea (Alfa) y Afrodita (Omega). Words: 5551, Chapters: 2/?, Language: Español Fandoms: Wonder Woman - All Media Types, Supergirl (TV 2015), Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Diana (Wonder Woman), Lois Lane, Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Alex Danvers, Maggie Sawyer, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Nia Nal, Samantha "Sam" Arias, Andrea Rojas, Jess (Supergirl TV 2015), Brainiac (DCU), Winn Schott Jr., James "Jimmy" Olsen, Lex Luthor, Lillian Luthor Relationships: Diana (Wonder Woman)/Lois Lane, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Lena Luthor Knows Kara Danvers Is Supergirl, Past Kara Danvers/Mon-El, Past Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Minor Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Alpha Lena Luthor, Omega Kara Danvers, Alpha Diana (Wonder Woman), Omega Lois Lane, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Omega Selina Kyle, Alpha Clark Kent, Alpha Maggie Sawyer, Omega Alex Danvers, Beta James "Jimmy" Olsen, beta Lex Luthor, Omega Lillian Luthor via https://ift.tt/egGrxpY

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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Joaquin would have wondered if circumstances were different, one set to be languishing in prison if the system would push them into and the other having been freed of a gilded cage that she had not wanted to be in from the start.

A part of him wanted to blame her for letting herself be pushed to a union that her parents had approved. Surely, having been educated at a good school overseas could have given her the courage to stand up to them and not let them dictate her future. Unfortunately, that part of his mind said that truly, she wasn't that courageous to do so and let herself be tied to the man who her parents preferred.

But she was threatened, another part of him reasoned out. Her parents would rather gouge their eyes than to see their unica hija together with a man who had not finished high school but had been doing well in life. They would rather have her stuffed in a cage--a pretty one at that--than let her decide on what she truly wanted in life.

Yet when Joaquin looked at Ramona once more, it had been clear that the so-called marriage had taken a toll on her. Gone was the free, unadulterated joy in life from her. Little lines on the corners of her eyes and mouth were prominent, her expression guarded. It was like she had put up walls to defend herself from anything that could take her freedom away from her.

Anyone could, her parents, a society who did not take too kindly to a woman like her, and most probably him.

He who had been her childhood friend.

He who she could have trusted easily.

He who could have helped smooth the rough edges that had grown over the past few years.

Now, if he could have caught on her problem earlier back then, maybe he could have offered her salvation. They could run away, far from San Vicente Ferrer, marry in front of a judge, take up a job in any town where no one knew them. Probably foolish even when he had looked back, and a little too risky, yet it was what he could have thought.

Looking at her again, with her now-short hair and a little distrust in her face, he wondered if the Ramona he had known had been gone, dead and buried. But what if it had been buried under layers of armor she had to put up for the sake of her own fears and need to protect herself?

He had wondered if there was still time. Given the limited time granted to them, depending on how long the trial would run, it would not be enough. He hoped that within that space of time, the Ramona he had known would come out of the shell of her present self. He had hoped to know what truly happened that time to the time of the so-called marriage.

Forgiving her for that would never be easy. However, he hoped to have the strength to forgive her for a crime she never wanted to commit but forced to because of the people who chose to use her for their own warped view of their desires.

Provided that the both of them tried not to fall for one another. No one could afford to get distracted from trying to get him out of jail. Both could potentially destroy not only their reputations but also their lives, and the rest of the world would not be so forgiving.

#original character: joaquin tibayan #original character: ramona velasco #original fic: los cuentos de san vicente ferrer #joaquin is angry at ramona at first #but tries to understand her #he wants to see the old ramona once more #but he had no idea #also he doesn't want them both to be distracted #so he's torn #original fic

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