LA DIOSA.

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me reading my own kisa metas: o bitch..... you know her SO well ?

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THCMASELLIOT    ›    SETH   !

WELL,  HELLO THERE !   the doctor grins with confidence. hands backing hair down.  smug stare,  blood drips lightly from scars.  sculpting  and skinning the face of the former criminal unto his heavenly temple had been the hardest task,  but he still managed to make a work of art  !   the tall, twisted shadow blinks before he studied at her features.   ❝      HEY  ,  BABY.         ❞      having known just about nothing to seth gecko’s mannerisms,  he’s decided to wing it.  a silent sigh.     ❝     i got bored.  so, here i am.    -    no welcome kiss  ,  huh   ?     ❞  

UNEASE  SNAKES  INTO  COLD  VEINS  ,         at  the  other’s  words  .       &    yet  ,       long  legs  quickly  close  the  gap  ,       with  an  analyzing  kiss  .               ❝              welcome  kiss   ?            ❞

a  short  peck  is  given  ,       eyes  wary    &    lithe  form  at  a  distance  .       the  attitude  was  worrisome  --       he’s  an  ass  ,       for  sure  ,       but  not  in  this  way  .               ❝              since  when  do  you  get  bored  with  a  job   ?       thought  i  wasn’t  seeing  you  for  weeks   ?            ❞

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i hope george knows i love him even tho he forceships on me !

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❝              SETH  ?          what  are  you    doing    here   ?            ❞               brows  furrow  slightly  ,         confused    with  the  appearance  of  the  other  .       though  not    unwelcome  ,       it  wasn’t    planned  .       the  job  was  supposed  to  last    longer  --       &    if  she  knew  the  gecko    at  all  ,       something  was    up  .               ❝              what  about  the    job   ?       thought  i  wasn’t  seeing  you  for  weeks   ?            ❞

                             *           @thcmaselliot   !

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power couple

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guess who’s BACK bitches it’s me ur fav gay culebra queen !

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me, rewatching fdtd with my mom: why are there so many inconsistencies why would you imply that kisa is persuading richie to rape the bank teller in s1 when in s2 you reveal she’s a rape & abuse survivor & is constantly fighting to save paloma from being raped by her abuser why would you have richie betray her if he loves her why would you-

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FATECROSSED    ❱     RICHARD .

                  malvado.  the subject enough tightens his jaw,  muscles of his shoulder and upper back managing to became tense with frustration.  perhaps it was foolish to think that they would have been done with him with his dead  ––  he’d been a lord,  after all,  it must have carried weight after life.  but if they had managed to take care of him,  then whatever loyalists trailed after him should have been manageable.

                  “we’re not going to let it ruin everything.”  we carried a weight he didn’t want to admit.  “how’d you find out about it?  kinda gotta get a hint at who or where if anything’s gonna be done.”

A  BROW  RAISES  ,       &    a  gaze  shifts  to  the  floor  .       it    eats  away    at  her  ,       having  to  even    talk    about  it  .       but  time  has    passed  .       they’re  both    stronger    now  .      &    as  a  fist  curls  reflexively  ,       a  slight    calm    tries  to  take  over  .       bottom  lip  is    snagged    between  pearly  whites  in    frustration  .

❝        one  of  my    guards  ,       antonio  ,       told  me  .       said  he’d  heard  some  guy  by  the    dumpsters    talking  to    somebody    about  it  .       we’ve  been  trying  to    identify    him  but  .       nothing  .       no    face  ,       &    a  muffled  voice  .        ❞     

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INKEDGECKO    ❱    SETH .

hot  water  spring  down  their  bodies     :     the  smell  of  her  shampoo  linger  in  the  air     &     fingertips  work  it  in  to  dark  tresses     :     working  gently  against  her  scalp     .     the  sun  was  only  minutes  away  from  rising     ,     and  after  the  night  they  had     :     he  couldn’t  wait  to  crash  in  bed  and  sleep  the  day  away     .     but  first     :     he  would  enjoy  this  little  moment     .     two  creatures     ,     just  relaxing  in  each others  company     .     no  exceptions  and  no  tension     .     hands  goes  down  to  her  neck  then     :     massaging  some  of  the  knots  that’s  been  building  up  there     ,     while  the  water  was  slowly  washing  away  the  soap     .

DARK  EYES  FLUTTER  SHUT  .       a  soft    sigh    spills  forth  ,       at  the  strong  hands  working  on  her  .       a    bare    form  is  akin  to    clay    for  him  --       smooth    &    easily  moldable  .       water  warming  a  perpetually  cold  form  ,       &    coaxing  her  to    melt    into  him  .

❝        hmmmmmmmmm                               ❞          back  rests    &    arches  slightly  against  a  muscled  form  ,       just  wanting  to  feel  his    presence  .       voice  is  naught  more  than  a    whisper  .          ❝        a  little    harder  .       i’ve  been    tense    all  day  .        ❞

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OIDAIR    ❱     FINNICK .

*                                                                                   DELIGHTED   SNICKERING   BREAKS   THE   FACADE   OF   PERFECT   INDIFFERENCE,   an   eyebrow  raise   at   the   proposition  he   had   been   carrying   in   his   mind   every   since   their   death  sentence   had   been   issued.                     finnick   odair   did   not  like   to   lose   and   kisa   was   undoubtedly   the  best   player   on   the   team.                not   to   mention   his   friend ,   of   course.   one   of   the   few  he   actually   had   within   the   four   walls   they   stood   between.                 ‘       only   if   what   you’re   wearing   is   not   the  mandatory   team   uniform.  leather   doesn’t   really   suit   my   complexion.       ’

                                                                           a   swift   twirl   to   shift   position,   his   body   now   standing  besides   her,   a   suggestion   whispered   upon   tenderly,   sugar   cube   carelessly  thrown   between   teeth,   crushed ,   a   devilish   shine   matching   cunning  hues   while   searching   the   room   before   them.                ‘       go   on.  don’t   be   shy. you   know   the   drill   …        pick.      who   would   you   like   to  kill  first?      ’

❝        OF  COURSE ,   PASTY  .       leather’s    my    thing  .        ❞          it’s  a    tease  ,       no  real    bite    to  it  .       a  shoulder  bumps  against  his  ,       eyes  drifting  down  to  check  a    manicure    quickly  .       it  needs  to  be    perfect  ,       to    woo    the  sponsors  .

gaze  shifts  to    calculating  ,       for  a  moment  .       nobody  felt  like  a    true    match  for  them  .       they  were  all    victors    for  a    reason  ,       though  .          ❝        how  about  .  .  .       little  miss    girl  on  fire   ?       what  do  you  say  ,       wanna  take  down  the    big  fish  ,       trident  boy   ?        ❞     

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INKEDGECKO    ❱    SETH .

it  had  to  be  a  decent  explanation  for  this     :     that     didn’t    mean  he  was  turned  in  to  one  of     them     ,    but  survived  the  bullet  shot  through  his  chest  some  other  way     .     he  had  barely  started  to     tolerate     them     :     forming  friendships  with  them  and  hanging  out  with  some  of  them  without  feeling  his  skin  crawl     .     barely     .     watching  as  she  comes  closer     :    her  hands  held  up  and  he  takes  a  step  or  two  back     ,     the  need  to       get    the    hell    out    of    dodge       running  deep  in  his  bones     .

❛     the  hell  did  you  do    ?    ❜     it  had  to  be     her     .     she  was  the  only  one  here     ,     and  he  couldn’t  really  comprehend  how  his  brother  could  do  this  to  him     ,     knowing  how  he  felt  about  them     .     even  after  everything  they’ve  been  through     .     ❛     where’s  richie     ?     ❜

WORDS  STING  AT  A  NOT - THERE  HEART  .       but  the    hurt    look  barely  lasts  a  second  --      instead  ,       putting  down  soft  palms    &    trying    not    to  work  him  up  .       a    deep    breath  ,       &    a  gentle  tone  tries  not  to    startle  ,       but  to    soothe       (  but  deep  down  ,       she  knows  it    won’t    work  )  .

❝        it  wasn’t    me  ,       seth  .        ❞          words  are  picked    carefully  ,       slowly  .       she    understands    richard’s  choice  ,       &    can’t  say  that  seth    dying    instead  was  something    preferred  .       but    he    wouldn’t  understand  ,       not  as    well  .          ❝        he’s  dealing  with  an    issue .       but  --       look  ,       i  can’t  tell  you    not    to    hate  him    but  .       he  just  wanted  to    save    you  .       you’re  his    brother  .        ❞

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Kisa + fight moves (requested by anonymous)

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OIDAIR    ❱     FINNICK .

*                                                                                   AMUSEMENT   FILLED   GRIN ,   A   SPECIAL   KIND   OF   KINDNESS   BEHIND   SUCH   AN   OVERUSED   GESTURE ,  reserved   for   only   the   few   who   truly   were   worthy  of   care.              ‘       not   as   good   as   it   is   to   see   me ,   i’m   sure.       ’               a   quick   reply   for   a   quicker   man,  mischief  glistening   in   the   eyes   of   those   who   have   nothing   to   left   to   fear,   sea   coloured   hues   glancing   up   &.   down   leather   clothing   as   if   art  had   been   presented   before   him.                 ‘    still ,   i   suppose   it   is   good   to   be  reminded   of   how   much   worst  one   could   have   it.   keeps   you   humble.       ’

                                                        ‘       shopping   for   allies ,   are   we ?         ’      he   wonders   suggestively.   a   cock   of   an   eyebrow ,   a   telling  smirk.               ‘       or   are   we   going   solo   on   this   one   …       ’

JOYOUS  LAUGHTER  SPILLS  FORTH  ,       bringing    intrigue    to  whichever  ears  it  graced  .       a  manicured  palm    shoves    at  a  sturdy  chest    playfully  .       the  banter  had  been    sorely    missed  .       two  kindred  spirits  ,       as  always  .       it  was  almost  enough  to  make  an   ever  -  turning   mind    forget    about  the  games  .       almost  .

❝        finnick  odair  ,       humble   ?       we  both  know  that’s  a    foreign  concept    to    you  .        ❞          dark  eyes    roll    slightly  ,       &    then  a  meticulously  groomed  brow    quirks    in    disbelief  .          ❝        c’mon  ,       are  you    really    going  to    miss    an  opportunity  to  be  a    killer    team   ?        ❞     

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INKEDGECKO    ❱     SETH .

he  should  be  dead     .     the  bullet  had  gone  through  his  chest     ,     nicked  the  heart     &     the  burning  sensation  had  soon  faded  away  in  the  darkness     .     gasping  for  breath     ,     before  closing  his  eyes  had  felt  all  to  easy  instead  of  trying  to get  up     /     keep  breathing     .    slow  groan     ,     jaw  clench  as  he  rolls  over  to  his  side  from  his  back     :    surprisingly    easy    consider  the  situation     .     pushing  himself  up  from  the  pool  of  blood     ;    he’s  all  unfocused  eyes     ,     confused  expression     &     tussled  hair     .    ❛     the  fuck     .     ❜     hand  goes  up  to  the  wound  in  his  chest    (   or  lack  there  of     .     )     jaw  clenching     ,     if  possible    ,     harder     .     it  had  to  have  been  a  nightmare     .     but  the  blood  was  there     .     the  hole  in  his  shirt  was  still  there    &     skin  was  sticky  with  the  crimson     .     ❛     no  fucking  way     !     ❜

IT’D  BEEN  A  LONG  NIGHT  .       from  the    near  -  death    of  a    complicated    friend  ,       to  the    turning  --       it  was  all    overwhelming  .       from  the  moment  richard  had  decided  to    save    him  ,       she’d  known  it  would  be  a    bad  idea  .       &    so  ,       she  slept  through  the  waiting  hours  of  the    day  ,       only  to  be  awoken  by    swearing    &    a    pissed  off    gecko  .       soft  fingers  run  though  loose  waves  ,       tiredly  .

❝        guess  you’re    awake  .        ❞          long  legs  uncross    &    quickly    make  the  journey  until  a  lithe  form  is  before  him  .       manicured  hands  are  held  up  ,       in  a  passive    warning    motion  .       this  wasn’t  going  to  go  well  .          ❝                                   just  .       stay  calm  .        ❞     

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                                     1.10         //         2.10         //         3.10

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n  e  ways  ,       kisa  is  caring    &    protective  so  jot  that  down   !