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stormxroarâ:
â CĂĄllate el hocicoÂ
@beautiifulghosttsâ
  â ÂżSabes? Amo la redundancia de esa frase, no vaya a ser me confunda y me calle, no se, la rodilla.Â
reiorioâ: Leorio
Se sentĂa clichĂ©, tal como aquellos viejos hombres del bar que una vez ebrios le lloraban a una virgen santa a la espera de su llegada. Se sentĂa⊠como si de Ă©l crecieran los llantos del cansancio y la soledad; que alguna vez rezarĂa a un efĂmero santo, tal cual los ebrios lloraban, por el retorno de un amante.Â
Ebrio de tristeza, sonriĂł. Ya no habĂa motivo, y lo sabĂa bien; Sin ninguna palabra y sin ninguna sĂlaba. Se reconfortaba con el hecho de que, con tan solo tener al otro hombre frente a Ă©l, era suficiente para mantenerse cuerdo.
Con la cĂĄlida caricia del consentimiento, pasĂł su mano libre por la cintura de su acompañante y lo apegĂł con cuidado a su cuerpo. La voz de la balada lo acompañó: Una tristeza hirviendo entre el juicio y lo que parecĂa ser el esclavo Ăntimo de su propio corazĂłn. [âŠ]Â
Y, con un tĂmido paso entre las viejas tablas de madera, se moviĂł.Â
El desvelo valdrĂa la pena, siempre y cuando fuera con Ă©l.
  Una calidez le envolviĂł, conformada por los delgados pero fuertes brazos del doctor. Deben verse ridĂculos, Leorio es demasiado alto, apenas y le llega al hombro, la posiciĂłn es incĂłmoda pero al mismo tiempo no hay otro lugar en el que le gustarĂa estar, ni siquiera aquella iglesia donde descansan los restos de sus seres queridos, el Ășnico sitio donde se permite vulnerabilidad. Â
  Para variar se traga el orgullo y se deja guiar, principalmente porque no tiene idea de cĂłmo es un baile de salĂłn (y a lo que puede notar, Leorio tampoco), y en segunda porque, muy a su pesar, se permite bajar la guardia. Leorio es un lugar seguro, un lugar con calidez.Â
  De nuevo: demasiado peligroso.Â
  Levanta la mirada y se topa los oscuros ojos del doctor. â Eres pĂ©simo para dirigirâ comenta buscando provocar, rompiendo la tensiĂłn. Una forma de autodefensa ante la calidez, antes de dar aquel paso y caer.Â
chainsxwsmileâ:
The massive sea beast couldnât help but let out a series of booming, if not slightly blood-chilling, laughs before sitting back on his haunches and giving the human a good two meters or so more of room. Bruceâs beady blue eyes narrowed curiously and he canted his head to the side as he regarded the human steadily.
âAh! IÂ âavenât introduced mâself yet- how rude of me!â In a split second, a massive webbed claw shot forward, stopping a few inches from Jaskierâs chest and clutched instrument. Talons stretched outward as Bruce held his paw, angled to the side in greeting. Though the human would have better luck managing to grasp just one talon with the great size of the paw. Maybe the Cetus didnât think this through completely.
âThe nameâs Bruce,â the sea beast bellowed, letting his grin spread wider and toothier. âReckon yeâve never seen a Cetus bâfore, eh? Not to worry, lilâ bite. Most humans âavenât.â Cetea, after all, mimicked sharksâ which humans tended to avoid.
  The beast, Bruce, extended its giant claw in a weird imitation of a handshake and Jaskier, not wanted to seem impolite, carefully grabbed one of the talons, wondering how he managed to get into one of the weirdest situations of his life, something amazing, considering that he has been following Geralt for more than 20 years and had had his fair share of bizarre circumstances âJaskier, nice to meet youâ It sounded more than a question than a greeting, but at least his voice wasn't an octave higher anymore.Â
  âAnd no, I canât say Iâve ever seen anything like you, Cetus did you say?â He tries to remember the types of monsters Geralt have fought and mentioned, but besides sirens and drowners he doesnât know any water monsters... but Bruce seems far too intelligent and somehow friendly to be a monster. âAnd so are vampiresâ, Geraltâs voice resonated in his head.Â
  Right, donât trust anything that isnât human, and half of the time donât trust humans themselves, but, this is a giant talking shark in front of him! he canât waist this incredible encounter! âI have a vast knowledge of... creatures thanks to an... acquaintanceâ he grimace for a second, remembering the mountain and how Geralt never once referred to him as a friend âwho, uhmm, knows a lot about, you knowââ he moves his hand trying to find a word besides monster, he doesnât want to offend a shark âânon-humans?âÂ
reiorioâ: Leorio
El viejo tocadiscos que sentaba pacientemente en el deteriorado mueble le dio la bienvenida una vez mĂĄs; HabĂan pasado años desde la Ășltima vez que levantĂł aquel polvoriento fonocaptor.Â
Desechado por el olvido, removió la cubierta transparente con la vista fija ante el vinilo opaco que alguna vez atesoró en su apåtica juventud; El recuerdo de su primer regalo, una balada que alguna vez escuchó. Aquel vinilo que conquistó su débil corazón se cernió sobre él una vez mås. Y esta vez no estaba solo.
Con la aguja ya corriendo entre los surcos del disco, el fonocaptor encarnĂł la melodĂa con un leve temblor al inicio y, con la ternura del romanticismo, prosiguiĂł. Â
Se dio la vuelta con su corbata roja expuesta. Una mirada sin desdĂ©n a la persona que estaba al otro extremo surcĂł la habitaciĂłn en un suspiro.Â
LevantĂł su mano en invitaciĂłn.
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  Visitar a Leorio siempre es mala idea. Es la misma razĂłn por la cual no suele responder sus mensajes o llamadas: Leorio es un distractor. El distractor mĂĄs grande que hay entre Ă©l y sus metas. Al estar junto al futuro doctor la ira que hay dentro de Ă©l se apacigua (no se extingue, jamĂĄs podrĂĄ extinguirse),pero el discutir sobre cosas sin sentido, el reĂr sin preocupaciĂłn, el escuchar sus absurdas historias...Â
  Es demasiado peligroso, no sentir ira es demasiado peligroso. Sin ira no hay propĂłsito y sin propĂłsito no puede cumplir la promesa que hizo ante los profanados cuerpos de su clan.Â
  La mano extendida se ve acompañada de una rubia ceja alzĂĄndose. DeberĂa decir que no, deberĂa levantarse e irse, sin embargo, no puede evitar el ligero tirĂłn de sus labios queriendo formar una sonrisa. Es ridĂculo. Banal. Un distractor y, sin embargo, ahĂ estĂĄ: Tomando la mano extendida entre la suya ÂżquĂ© mĂĄs da una ridiculo baile con este ridĂculo hombre?Â
unicornicsâ:
⏠no. esta vez es para apuñalar al idiota de red hood.
  â Lo siento amigo, tengo una regla de no apuñalamientos, ademĂĄs es mĂĄs o menos ilegal ÂżLo es verdad Karen?â Aguarda un momento hasta escuchar la respuesta del AL, la cual fue positiva. âYep, ilegal, lo siento, me quedarĂ© con esto de momento.Â
swxppedâ:
{!!} â Before Alexsander had even spoken his reply, his wry expression & the dispirited grunt that accompanied it more than elucidated his thoughts. âYes, absolutely - thatâs too clichĂ©d.â he shot back without a sliver of hesitation & absent regret, âIâm sure you can think of something more purposeful than that.â Perhaps it was a bit rude of him to say, but in fairness, Jaskier had asked a multitudinous award-winning artist for his advice, and Alexsander was one for being honest with his opinion. He wanted to feel something when he heard a lyric, not to be subjected to the same overused banality from each song to the next.
  Jaskier pouted and returned hisatteniton back to his notebook, re-reading the lyrics over again. âOkay but hear me out, let me know what you think after hearing the entire verse togetherâ he doesn't even stop for Alexsander to agree and starts reading: âThink of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring. I promise you they'll sing of every time you passed your fingers through my hair and called me child. Witness me old man, I am the wild.â
 âWhat do you think? Still too forced? I feel it has a nice ring to it but I still donât know, maybe it will sound better once I figure out the melody.â
stormxroarâ // Grumpy Wolf
Geralt continuĂł con su andar con completa despreocupaciĂłn, con ese gesto tan simple cualquier persona, incluso aquellas con pocas neuronas como Jaskier podĂan comprender que no iba a preocuparse por esas ropas ni aunque le hiciera muchos reclamos.Â
â Entonces tenemos que seguir, si llegamos tarde al puerto, TU tendrĂĄs que justificar la tardanza a Yennefer  â Palabras grandes que estaban bien dirigidas en provocar el temor en el bardo, la bruja de Vengerberg normalmente servĂa de amenaza de parte del brujo, especialmente porque el chico conocĂa que en ocasiones tenĂa una nula paciencia.
  Sin poder evitarlo rueda los ojos ante la menciĂłn de la bruja, la fascinaciĂłn de Geralt ante aquella mujer era algo casi ridĂculo, casi dos dĂ©cadas de conocer al brujo y nunca nada ni nadie habĂa llamado su atenciĂłn a como lo ha hecho Yennefer, si no supiera que es prĂĄcticamente imposible que el brujo estĂ© bajo un hechizo entonces pensarĂa que la bruja le habĂa hecho algo.Â
  â No fui yo quien se lanzĂł a la boca de un monstruo y tardĂł lo suficiente en matarlo para casi ser digerido, Geralt.â Le recuerda, acomodando la correa del laĂșd sobre su hombro.Â
  Okay Iâm giving tumblr one last chance, Iâll not be very active because of school and work but Iâll try to be here at least a couple of times a week~
Okay time to go but tomorrow iâll come back to answer the rest of my drafts~
stormxroarâ: white wolfÂ
Tomo de la mano de Jaskier y la uso para levantarse, en la palma del castaño le dejo una buena cantidad de sangre mezclada con barro, luego, para no perder la oportunidad palmeo un poco su palma para terminarse de limpiar de la suciedad en ese ropa que durante todo el camino le estuvo presumiendo.Â
Paso la mano recién limpia por encima de sus ojos para dejar un tanto mås despejada esa zona, de nuevo repitió el proceso de golpetear la palma por la espalda del otro para quitarse los rastros de sangre y viseras de encima.
â Al menos espero que hayas cuidado bien de Roach y de las provisiones que nos dieron â Camino dejando atrĂĄs el pantano, necesitaba ver que estaba bien su caballo, ademĂĄs que los vĂveres importaban bastante ahora en esa situaciĂłn en que iban a tener un viaje largo de regreso.
  Una mueca de disgusto decora su rostro al notar la cantidad de sangre y posibles vĂsceras restantes en su mano la cual sacude para deshacerse de lo mĂĄs posible, mĂĄs antes de que pueda terminar de limpiarse un escalofrĂo le recorre la espalda al sentir como el brujo se limpia sobre sus ropas nuevas. â ÂżDisculpa? ÂĄNo soy una toalla Geralt! ÂĄTĂș lavarĂĄs esto!â es una amenaza vacĂa, aunque Geralt se dignara a lavar su ropa seguramente terminarĂa arruinando mĂĄs la prenda al limpiarla de manera incorrecta.Â
  Su colorido jubĂłn se encuentra ahora arruinado por lo que se lo quita al tiempo que camina junto al brujo de regreso al campamento â ÂżPor quien me tomas? ÂĄPor supuesto que cuidĂ© bien de nuestras cosas! ÂżCrees que dejarĂa a merced de la cruel naturaleza mi ropa y provisiones? A diferencia de ti yo prefiero la comida sin restos de polvo sobre ellaâ otra mentira, en realidad Jaskier come lo que sea le pongan enfrente, en sus tempranos dĂas como trovador ambulante la paga era escasa por lo que no estaba por encima de levantar alimentos del suelo y esconderlos en sus pantalones.Â
@swxppedâ answered the call
  âDoes it sound too forced if I try to rhyme âchildâ with âwildâ?â he ask to the person sitting on the table next to him at the bar, not caring that the other guy probably has better things to do than listen to Jaskier ramble half-finished song lyrics. He wasnât really planning on composing while drinking, but the inspiration hits on mysterious ways and he couldnât help himself.Â
@winchestverââ answered the call Â
  Things were a lot easier when he had no soul. No sadness, no doubts no guilt.   The guilt is killing him. Even if Sam and Dean forgive him one day he doubts he will be able to forgive himself.Â
  As a nephilim, Jack doesnât sleep much, his body doesnât need as much rest as a human, he does like to indulge and take a nap or sleep past 10 AM from time to time, but since he got his soul back he hasnât been able to close his eyes for anything more than a blink. Thatâs how he found himself at the kitchen in the middle of the night, nursing a bowl of that sugary cereal that Sam doesnât allow him to eat but what is one more disappointment right?
@bennyboylewis answered the call.Â
  âH-he never adm.. adm..tited... adtited... said we were friends, ca-hic-can you believe that?â He is drunk, way too drunk, otherwise he wouldn't be drowning his sorrows in front of a perfect stranger â22 years of me follwinâ round his sorry and perfect ass and for what!? For him to just -hic- shove aside like trash!?âÂ
Me, about drive 3 hours to another city: OH BOY TIME TO WRITE STARTERSÂ
jaskier + text posts (1/?)
  So... I havenât been around since forever and It will probably take me a little bit more time to return, I hope to come back here soon to bother you all~
fullofhcartâ:
she wanted to know her intentions were just trying to protect her, keep her heart from getting broken. but snow couldnât get this boy out of her mind, how she felt so safe around him. he didnât even seem to know she was a princess either, which made it even better. âi understand what youâre saying. but he really does seem sweet, like he actually wanted to know me.â he was so genuine and, if she didnât know any better, sheâd even call it love at first sight. âyou shouldâve met him right there, seen the way he looked at me.â and the way she looked at him. she wouldnât be able to stop thinking about him and smiling. âdonât worry, iâll probably never see him again.â snow white had to be realistic, as hard as the truth was to swallow. âmy stepmother doesnât keep guests for very long unless she trusts them or theyâre allies.â it took a long time to gain her stepmotherâs trust and he seemed lost around the castle grounds. âyou might have heard of him. his nameâs florian, he was here yesterday.â maybe sheâs heard something about him that would change her mind about him being with snow.
  She sighs, of course the foolish little girl will not listen to her, she is still young and pure, doesnât know the true horrors of the world yet. âYes I know about your little princeâ he doesnât know him, but Ursula keeps tabs on everyone, even on Snowâs step mother. The evil queen and her have an alliance, both of them are powerful magicians, but Ursula doesnât really like the queens modus operandi. Still, one must hold into every single opportunity.Â
  âHe looks like a foolâ she admits, but to be honest almost all humans are fools. âHeâs handsome I must admit, but you must remember that even beautiful flowers have thorns, donât let that distract you. If you really want this boy you must not let him take advantage of you. Promise me that.â Maybe she canât stop Snow from falling in love, but she can still try to protect her like she couldnât with Ariel.Â