#úna

[libanezink]

just some fun little Úna expressions ♥️

[keepingupwiththetavfools]

[raeisms]

20 and 28?

20. Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

oh this one is hard because i have a lot of memories that hold close to my heart. but if i had to choose one:

this was after my first breakup, in highschool. back then, things were simpler i think. i didn't quiet understand the meaning of love but i loved my girlfriend anyway. it was the silly kind of love that only teenagers can feel; the kind that makes the stars shine brighter at that time. the kind that feels like the biggest, deepest thing you'll ever feel.

it isn't. but at sixteen i didn't know that yet. it happened when i was walking her back to her house. we had just reached the entrance of her apartment building. but she wouldn't go in. wouldn't say anything. was looking everywhere but me. i didn't realise what was happening at first. "hey" i asked. "are you okay?" she looked startled, a bit unsure. she still wouldn’t look at me. that's when i realised.

"you can just say it. it's okay." i told her. but it wasn't, not really. it wasn’t okay at all. but i had already give her too much. i was heartbroken and petty and sixteen. i didn't want to give her my tears too.

she looked like she waiting for someting to happen. like she was waiting for me to cry. or yell. something. when i didn't do any of that she just nodded and went in, not looking back at me once.

i needed to get home before the tears came. but in my haste, i didn't see where i was going. i tripped over a stone, went flying face first into the ground. when i got back up, i realised i couldn’t walk back home in this state. i didn't want to. it hurt too much. but my phone was dead. the only option left to me was one i didn't really want to take.

leg bleeding and pride bruised, i dragged myself to her front door, ringing the bell and hoping someone would answer. her dad opened the door, looked at me with the blank, unwavering kind of stare you give to someone you don't want around. "she doesn't want to talk to you." he said.

i floundered. i stuttered. "no it's not that. i–uh i tripped and fell and my phone isn't working and i really need to call someone to come pick me up and can please use your phone just once i promise i'm not trying to pull anything, i just need to call someone and then i'll be gone."

i don't know how he made sense of my ramble but he did and his expression melted into something closer to pity. it felt worse somehow. "okay." he said, voice soft. he was trying to be soothing i think. "here's what we're going to do. i'm going to give you some bandages and a phone so you can call someone. and you're going to calm down because you'll be okay."

i nodded. i didn't think i could say anything without bursting into tears. he went in, came back with a few bandages and a jar of butter cookies. "i baked these a few days ago. i've been meaning to give this to you and i guess this is the last chance i have."

i know it was kindness. it stung anyway. i dropped my head down, called my dad and went downstairs to wait for him to arrive. the tears wouldn’t stay back anymore. i opened the jar, and stuffed myself with the cookies, in hopes that it would stop the sobs.

that's how my dad found me, sitting on the ground, crying into a half empty jar of cookies. he didn’t know what was wrong. and it wasn't like i could tell him either. i hadn’t told my family i was bisexual back then. he didn’t know that i had just been dumped.

my dad and i have a....complicated relationship. he hasn't always been good to me and it would be hypocritical of me to say that i've always been good to him.

but he knew something was wrong. he pulled me off the ground and gently pried the jar of cookies from my hands. he made me sit in the car. he tried to ask what was wrong but when it only made me cry louder, he gave up.

instead he drove us to an ice-cream parlour. it was late, we were the only people in there. he brought me a chocolate ice-cream because at sixteen chocolate felt like the only ice-cream flavor worth eating.

he made a joke about not telling my sisters he brought me ice-cream because they'd throw a tantrum. i tried to laugh. it came out as a choked sound.

but my dad didn't relent. he can be pretty funny when he's trying. and when he finally made me laugh, he looked at me in triumph. and he said, "i know you've had a bad day. i know you're going through something you won't tell me. but even in your worst days, i hope you find small things that make you laugh. and i hope you hold them close to your heart."

i'm trying, dad. i'm trying.

28. What are you proudest of?

the person i am today. the fact that i'm trying, despite it all. god knows it hasn't been–isn't–easy. but i'm trying. and that's worth something.

[sitehounds]

hi you are my favorite i love you please don’t ever change plea

[oosoart]

Úna little origin story

[nobleclover]

Úna as a teenager

[moth-doe]

Tbol OC voice actors

Etapalli: Jennifer Paz

Katalina Sanchez: Amanda Flores

Mireya Sanchez: Karol Sevilla

Yaretzi: Lexi Medrano

Casimiro: Lin-Manuel Miranda

Estella: Erica Luttrell

Ricardo: Gael García Bernal

Vevina: Evanna Lynch

Úna: Alex Sharpe

Amargein: Colin O’Donoghue

Sofía Of The Dead: Marina Diamandis

(queenxivory deleted her blog so I’ll post her OC’s voice actors here too)

Alazne: Elsie Lovelock

Mateo: Jordan Fisher

Anacaona: Haley Kiyoko

[libanezink]

more DnD doodle pages in my little sketchbook—I got to remember to share these here too!