Goals: Servio
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Goals: Servio
Naga Boyfriend (Part I)
A/N: This is the re-vamp of Servio's story, but the old one (1, 2) is still up if you prefer to read that one! I hope this is an adequate way of returning to posting after such a long time.
You ran barefooted through the treeline, laughing maniacally. Was this one of the most rejuvenating, awe-inspiring, joyous moments of your life? Quite possibly, even if that was a little sad. Sneakers--not your own--in hand you sprinted away from Fred's shouts. If he didn't want to have his shoes stolen and left in some long forgotten spot in the middle of the forest, he should not have called you a whore for kissing the cute new owner of the cafe near your house. Not only did he bring up one of your idiotic alcohol-fueled moments, he did so disparagingly and not for a laugh. Absolutely unforgivable!
First page of an indefinite comic series I’m making, Obedientia est felicitas!
It’s about a parasite-run company with that sends parasites to retrieve and train parasites which either get trapped and studied against their will, or trained to be parasites that retrieve and train parasite—
I cannot stress enough how this is a concept page, full of concept designs, so the dialogue and art is bound to be very lacklustre, the next page will be better though!
Goals: Servio
Goals: Servio
Naga Boyfriend (2) OLD!!
IMPORTANT!! A/N:
Hello my lovely little creepies! It has been a while since I’ve written anything, mainly due to my drastic change in writing style over the past couple of years. I’m really not a fan of some of early works so I decided to return by revamping (hah) my very first, Servio’s story! I’m keeping this story up, but it will no longer be linked on my masterlist. I debated whether or not I should just take it down, but I figured that would be quite cruel to all of you who enjoyed it so much. This story also holds a spot near and dear to my heart. If you want to read the newer version of this story that will follow a similar, but more thought out plot, you can find it here!
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As time passed you often found yourself in the forest more often than you were in town. A strange sort of friendship had formed between the two of you. Although, you weren’t entirely sure if he enjoyed your company or simply tolerated you because of the sweets you brought... You hummed quietly to yourself as you took a tray of cookies from the oven. As you set the tray down an icy hand touched your forearm and you squawked indignantly, almost dropping the tray.
“Quiet, stupid human! Do you strive to be as much of an oaf as possible?!” he hissed lowly.You rolled your eyes and turned to face him. Again you were met with that familiar fiery gaze. It was always hard for you to tell what other people were thinking, but when it came to him it was practically impossible to tell what was going through his mind.
“Are you going to stand there staring at me all day, human?” He growled, snapping you from your daze. You smirked.
“Maybe I will,” you taunted him. A blank expression took over his features for a second and he froze. He quickly covered it up with a displeased frown.
“I prefer if you did not, you blundering fool,” he quipped before stealing most of the cookies from the tray. Within seconds he had shoved the entirety of them in his mouth and swallowed them down. You gawked for a moment before swatting at him.
“HEY! Those were supposed to be for Mrs. Becker!! It’s her daughter’s birthday tomorrow!” You scolded. He shrugged and began to slither away. You grabbed him by the ear, which was a rather difficult task, he was more than a foot taller than you and you had to stand up on your toes to reach him.
“Oh no you don’t! You’re going to help me make another batch!” You ordered, pulling him by his ear back into the kitchen. His ears were a bit different than yours. They looked elvish and came to a point. Although, you were sure his were a bit smaller. You made sure to be gentle, but forceful, not wanting to hurt him.
“Get your hands off of me, you filthy human!” He snarled, although he made no attempt to fight you off. You were sure that he could’ve escaped if he really had wanted to. You smirked as you finally let go of his ear.
“Well I suppose you don’t have to help me...” you started. He let out a sigh and began to slither away again.
“But that would mean no more sweets from me, until I forgive you that is,” you threatened. Immediately, he turned around grumbling.
“Fine! Now what do I have to do?” He demanded. You grinned victoriously and handed him a mixing bowl.
“Set this on the counter while I get out the ingredients...I hope I have enough left-Oh! You can also get a spoon out of the cupboard,” you instructed. You grabbed milk, eggs, flour, sugar, butter, and chocolate chips from around the kitchen. While you were doing such, Servio had opened ever single cupboard and drawer in the kitchen looking for a spoon. At least he found one, you mused.
You spent the rest of the afternoon and evening showing him how to measure and mix the ingredients to make more cookies. Although you doubted he would ever admit it, he seemed to be enjoying himself. When he thought you weren’t paying attention he would sneak bites of batter and hand-fulls of chocolate chips. Finally, you were done and hand plopped the batter onto a tray. You carried it to the oven and close it, setting a timer on top for 20 minutes.
The sun had almost finished setting and it was getting kind of late. You stretched before slumping into your wooden dining chair. Servio joined you after he had cleared the original tray of cookies.
“I didn’t think an oaf like you would know how to bake,” he hissed, although the usual sharpness in his voice wasn’t present. You chalked it up to him being tired. After all, you had made about three dozen cookies, more than you had originally planned to.
“I know how to do lots of things, I don’t like doing the same thing over and over so I take a lot of odd jobs. I suppose that must be why I have a bunch of odd skills,” you explained. You leaned back in your chair, even you were tired. The both of you fell into silence. After a couple of minutes he spoke again.
“I don’t understand you. I’ve been nothing but rude and you still stick around,” he admitted. The sharp, offensive tone was back in his voice. At this statement you were wide awake. Servio was never this upfront about anything.
“I’ve tried and tried to not get attached to someone as stupid as you, but you and your annoying sweets just won’t go away,” he complained, looking away from you. You froze as you felt something curl around your ankle. Almost instantly, Servio turned beet red and the curl retracted. You realized suddenly the thing curling around your ankle was his tail.
“I-um, it does that sometimes! I can’t control it! Look I’ve got to go! I’ve wasted enough time here already!” He sneered, before he moved out of the kitchen faster than you thought possible. You flinched as you heard the sound of your door slam shut. Servio was so confusing. He absolutely despised physical contact to the point where he wouldn’t even take sweets from your hands because he, “didn’t want to risk touching such filthy hands!” You knew that he was kind of standoffish but this was just downright confusing. The more you thought the more you realized you didn’t know anything about him. You didn’t even know what he was or anything other than the fact that he liked sweets.
You sat at the table in your kitchen in the small wooden chair, thoughts and questions bouncing around in your mind, until you finally and unwillingly fell asleep.
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CAS: Visita a Totolapan, Morelos
HORAS REALIZADAS: 9 horas
OBJETIVO PERSONAL: Recordar a las familias que a pesar de los malos momentos, siempre espite cualquier excusa para sonreír y pasar un buen momento.
OBJETIVO CAS: Participar en actividades y proyectos sobre temas de importancia global. Trabajar en colaboración para otras personas
El sábado 9 de diciembre, se llevo a cabo una actividad por parte del grupo juvenil al que asisto, la cual consistió llevar víveres, ropa, juguetes, etc; a las familias que fueron afectadas por el sismo del 19S, en esta población: Totolapan, localizada en el estado de Morelos.
La colecta de víveres empezó desde un mes antes a esta fecha mencionada, juntando víveres como: atún, arroz, jabón, pasta, frijoles, leche, aceite, entre otros. De la misma manera, se llego a recolectar gran cantidad de ropa, para todas las edades, y juguetes.
Al estar cerca las épocas navideñas, llevamos piñatas, dulces y velas, para así llevar a cabo una posada con los niños y familias de la población. Esto también, lo hicimos con la. intención de que las personas recordaran lo importante de la familia y las tradiciones, a pesar de los desastres. En cualquier situación, podemos tener un momento de felicidad.