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[bryandera]

Goals: Servio

[acreepqueen]

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!

You stumbled suddenly feeling dizzy. You hadn't had that much to drink. Probably. As you caught your bearings a wave of nausea hit you and you gagged. Trying not to throw up ultimately proved futile. At least you were deep in the woods where no one could see you or care. These woods...you were sure you'd been told something about them while at the bar. You felt like it was important, but if you couldn't remember it couldn't have been that important. You groaned as you threw up again, both nauseated and frustrated. How did those idiots manage to convince you to come all the way out here and go drinking with them? Fred was always an ass when drunk and shit drinking-buddy for that reason exactly, but you expected more from the other boys and Vivian who'd immediately ditched you for a cute girl she spotted dancing alone. You wiped your mouth with your sleeve, only to realize the coat you were wearing was very much not yours, oh well. You popped back up and dropped the shoes--not in your vomit, that felt too cruel.

"What the hell are you doing?" a sharp voice hissed out from somewhere behind you. Thinking that Fred or another friend had followed to retrieve his shoes--which you'd conned him for fair and square--you panicked and began to sprint away.

"Wait, you idiot! Do you want to die?" the voice threatened. Damn, this person really needs to clip their nails, you thought as a hand shot out and grabbed your wrist before you could make your grand escape. You groaned and turned around to face your captor.

"Fine! You got me! Your stupid shoes are over there, next to the pile of my-" your words failed you as locked eyes with a pair you weren't familiar with. Not that you really paid attention to eye color, but you were certain you'd never seen a person with such bright orange eyes. He sneered, rebooting your brain.

"You are not one of my friends," you stated blankly. Maybe this dude would be nice enough to carry you back to the bar? You were starting to feel a little less woozy and a lot more sleepy. Shit, were you actually drunk?

"Obviousssly not!" he shouted, slurring his S's in a way that made your face scrunch up slightly. It was weird, though you wouldn't expect anything less from a guy you met in the middle of the woods. You yawned and his pretty eyes narrowed.

"Why do you look like that?" he prodded, poking you in the stomach rather unkindly. You groaned and struggled to process his words. Actually, what had he even asked you? Something about a book?

"Hm?" you responded sleepily. Having someone read to you right now would be nice, or even someone just telling a story. If you were curled up in a fuzzy blanket it'd be even better. You yawned and shut your eyes, merely savoring the thought. You might be impulsive, but it wasn't like you'd just fall asleep in front of a stranger!

The next morning you woke begrudging the awful humans you called friends for letting you drink so much. Your head felt like you were pounding it into the cement and the sunlight filtering in through the window felt like a spotlight beaming down on you. Not only did your head hurt, but your back and neck were sore too. Your mattress didn't even feel comfy! It was like you were laying on the ground. You squeezed your eyes shut even tighter and grumbled. Couldn't you have like five more hours? Did the sun really need to rise?

"Oh, you're awake. I wassssstarting to think you died."

Who, in the name of last night's fuzzy memories and drunken bad choices, was currently talking to you? You shot straight up and opened your eyes. That did not help your current state of unease. From the looks of the stone floor and ceiling, you were definitely in a cave. This was certainly a new predicament. You almost wanted to believe that you were kidnapped rather than the alternative; you'd willingly spent the night in a cave. This guy had better be smoking hot... The guy!! You'd completely forgotten someone was speaking with you.

You turned from the entrance of the cave to peer into the spooky, dark depths. It smelt kind of like blood. Had you been kidnapped?? It was impossible to see anything more than a large shadowy mass maybe ten or so yards away. Said suspicious mass spoke to you again.

"Well? Ssshouldn't you be offering me gratitude? I practically sssaved your life, foolisssh human," a voice said. His--you were pretty sure it was a him--pronunciation was quite cute. The words sounded almost foreign on his tongue and it seemed to be a struggle to pronounce his S's. Yeah, you could've very well followed him home with a voice like that while drunk, but to a cave? You could give yourself more credit than that. The way he claimed to have "practically" saved you also had your alarm bells ringing a bit. How does one "practically" save someone? It kind of felt like a bit of a stretch, even if you didn't have the memories to prove it.

"Thanks, I think?" you replied and he sneered. You heard a sound like a cloth was being dragged across the stone of the cave floor and the mass came nearer. Now just barely out of the sunlight, you could kind of make out his features. And honestly, you'd never in your life been more disappointed you couldn't recall the night prior. He had sharp, nearly androgynous features and dark long hair that you couldn't quite make out the color or length of. It stood out against his pale, porcelain skin. Yeah, you'd sleep in a cave for that. Hot damn!

"You think? I drag your sssorry asssss all the way to my home and thisss isss how you ressspond! I ssshouldn't have eck-eck-eck--" he started to snarl, only he stopped suddenly choking on his last word before growing silent. Did he have something stuck in his throat?

"Expected?" you supplied.

"Yesss! I ssshouldn't have--you know!" he exclaimed gesturing wildly with his hands, "...Any lessss from a human!"

He hadn't even tried to pronounce it this time. That was cute, absolutely adorable, even. Regardless of the sketch factor being rather high in this situation, you began to laugh. It made your head spin, but you couldn't help it.

"And now you insssult me!" he accused. You heard a genuine hiss leave him and watched as his dark, slender eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm sorry if I offended you," you said, not sounding remorseful at all as another chuckle slipped past your defenses. His scowl deepened and you grimaced. He crossed his arms and glared down at you. You did not concede until the silence continued to drag on to a point where it was almost physically painful.

"Look, to be honest with you, I don't remember much of what we ended up doing last night. This whole 'saving me' thing is a little fishy if you ask me. Last thing I remember is doing shots at the bar and tricking Fred out of his sneakers. I--"

"Wh-what we did?!" he shrieked, cutting off my next sentence entirely. The sound reverberated off the walls of the cave and made you wince. Sure his voice was nice, but you preferred it about thirty decibels quieter.

"Did we not, you know...?" you questioned, making a rather crude gesture with your hands. He actually snarled at that, something you were only able to see because he had rushed forward to shake you by the shoulders.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!?" he demanded. Orange eyes glinted ferociously in the sunlight, a color you were pretty sure people's eyes usually didn't come in. For the first time since you’d seen him this morning you glanced down at where his legs should’ve been. In there place was merely a giant ebony black mass of scales. It was a snake tail.

"Oh."

[octtinkk]

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!

[bryandera]

Goals: Servio

[bryandera]

Goals: Servio

[acreepqueen]

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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Bueno pues sigue la talacha de lavarropas, pero como yo tengo mucho que hacer mejor la dejo aquí con mis amigos en #lavanderiakenn #kenn #lavanderia #Mexicali #servio #ropalimpia (en Kenn Laundry Lavandería)

[ibstudentincrisis]

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.

      El día consistió en reunirnos a partir de las 8:00 en un punto especifico, este fue en una casa, localizada en Calzada del Hueso.

A partir de ahí, nos dirigimos en tres camionetas hacia el lugar mencionado. Llegando allá, conocimos a las personas y platicamos con ellas.

Después, recorrimos cada casa afectada por el sismo, unas con grietas, otras parcialmente  dañadas y otras totalmente caídas. Al mismo tiempo, entregamos las despensas a las familias afectadas, dándoles a cada una palabras de animo.

Más tarde, nos dedicamos a organizar juegos y canciones con los niños. Los juguetes donados eran los premios de los juegos, juegos como las sillas musicales o las escondidas. Prosiguió la organización de la posada. Cantamos los típicos villancicos como "El Burrito Sabanero" o "El Niño del Tambor", y se pidió posada con veletas de colores. Rompimos las piñatas con los niños y después seguimos jugando y cantando. Al final, repartimos la ropa donada y dentro de eso, algo que me marcó mucho fue que le pusimos a una niña de 4 años sus primeros zapatos en su vida. Totolapan tiene una pequeña sierra y ahí vive una comunidad indígena, en el momento en el que estábamos repartiendo la ropa, llegaron dos señoras de esa comunidad y se encontraba la niña con ellas. La vimos descalza y le buscamos unos calcetines y encontré unos tenis los cuales le quedaron, la cara de la niña es una sensación que no se puede describir. Después de esto, regresamos a la CDMX.