If cause you haven't noticed I'm kind of absent. Mostly because of uni. I'm currently in my gyno-obs rotation and I'm NOT enjoying it sjfkdkd. Hope you're all doing good tho love u

I'm in an ifmsa conference about inclusive medicine with medical students from all over the American continent and i just wanna say that Brazilians speaking Spanish is the most absolute cutest fucking thing I've ever heard. How can we speak such a similar language and sound so different skgkdkgfkf

sex+romance headcanons!

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🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

oplitis​: roxanne

          ❝It definitely wasn’t a mournful, ‘My tiddies…’, it was more like an appreciative, ‘My tiddies…’❞ Maciu is more than his “assets” and it’s not often that Roxy thinks about them, it really doesn’t matter when he’s been the best thing that’s ever happened in her life. But it doesn’t mean she can’t appreciate his physique. She won’t indulge Maciu, he needs to have some humility after all.  

           ❝He’s not too concerned about that, but what he should be more worried about is how he always gets distracted by his own reflection when he’s there.❞        

he has to partially hide his mouth to stop chuckling. “please! you told me everything i need to know.” he thinks about his own rafael and shakes his head, smiling. “some men deserve jail time, honestly. ”

I don’t know if I ever posted them, but here’s millennial-esque Hernando Reyes and Esperanza 🥺 Bonus: them in Selvadorada eating buñuelos (and hanging with a stray cat) because of course. 

isolctions​: apple

she had little more than a blank expression resting against her face to indicate exactly how she felt — well, that, and the fact that her eyes were wide as saucers while the visible skin of her hands appeared to simmer gold and shift out of embarrassment. if apple could even call it that! she’d been more in awe of the fact that she managed to keep herself composed enough to not burst into a protective light orb state while they were in such a public place. and her bottom was freezing. she expected the frozen indoor lake to feel a bit more akin to snow, but clearly, she was wrong.

jerome was moving around in front of her, making a fuss over her all while she focused on the human-like sensations she was currently experiencing. apple wasn’t a fan of the cold as it seemed. plus, no one seemed to gawk and stare at her the way they would have if she’d still been a less-powerful fae hiding away on a college campus, so really, this was a pretty successful endeavor so far. “ — i don’t like my toosh being this cold.” she finally verbalizes, a little more deadpan than usual before giving jerome a once over. “oh, you’re shaking! you’ll end up on your toosh too if you keep shaking in front of me like that!”

“wha --?” he says, cracking a disbelieving smile at her overall reaction. “oh i’m good. this ain’t anxiety shakin. it’s just hard to keep balance in these things!” was it this diffcult in roller skates? definitely not, the ice for sure played a factor. he wants to believe it’s gotten better over the years but he’s definitely still a floridian at heart and he has no busines being this fucking cold. 

“c’mere, let me help you up. don’t want your ass to get hypothermia,” he said, instantly doubting the possibility that a fae could be at mercy of the elements. still it can’t be fun to be sitting on a block of ice. “we’re already here, you gotta at least get a successful slide before we go get some chocolate.”

BRUTLIST​: HEUGHT

     "     𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 , 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 , 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 . you’d be right next to me .    “     he takes ahold of the glass he’s slid to guzman and his own , rotates them out , and sips from it slow . hopefully that answers enough questions for now .     “     thing like that might put the fear of god into a regular man , but we ain’t regular men , ain’t we . why you think that is , slick .     “ 

“wouldn’t it be quite the spectacle,” his eyebrows raise, lips twitching at the their imagined plight; how suitable that would be: a modern day crucifixion. far from fear, he’s always been fascinated by the prospect, the what comes next. a grand finish would be favored, but statistically he knows he’s likelier to die in a CIA black site -- or maybe even a heron one -- with a bag over his head. 

he does not blink at the glass switch, and does not let the message linger for long. after a long pull: “people don’t come lookin’ for me unless there’s somethin’ they want to get me over,” he sighs, mirthful. sleepy dark eyes on dark eyes. “the only other plausible thought in my mind is that you’d like to bed me.”

STREETSOFSECRETS: BIANCA 

             “I think my worst fear is going back to Italy and for a while, everything is normal. But then, when I’m doing something…when I least expect it….I’ll get a phone call saying daddy’s dead.”  

               It is not like Salvatore is on his death bed - something that he and everyone else in her family kept reassuring her. But the fright is unshakable. She always saw her father larger than life. Indestructible. And she usually thought that although he was in his seventies, he wasn’t going anywhere for a long time. It was his stroke that essentially put things in perspective. And though it was a minor stroke, the fact it happened placed a crack in Bianca’s world. Her father was elderly and mortal. He also ate a lot during the holidays, apathetic about his blood sugar –  

             “I don’t want to catch a flight to his funeral. I want to be in the same city as soon as I get the call. So, I don’t think I’m leaving New York anytime soon.”

there isn’t much to say when it comes admissions like these. marcelo lets bianca talk and allows the words to fill the room, their sincerity such that he can hear them breathing in the air, can feel them coalesce into a single shape, a body built mostly off quiet fear. he’s known bianca since they were little and he knows just how much she loves her father, but still, hearing her voice is enough to make the knot  in his own throat tighten for just one difficult second, the silver cross around his neck a burning reminder of his own loss.

he keeps his eyes on hers until, for his sake, he has to look away, rid his face of all sentiment. “ah look, corazón, you do not have to go anywhere if you don’t want to,” he assures her softly, as he reaches for the bottle of wine and refreshes their glasses, if only to keep his hands busy. they had been drinking for a while, which probably explained this unpredictable turn. “there’s plenty of work already in new york. i mean, it’s new york we’re talking about.” he extends his palms in flourish, then rests one on her shoulder. 

“i will talk to lorenzo, i’m sure he will understand,” as far as designers went, lorenzo was on the nicer side of the cutthroat-merciful spectrum. a jovial man, as nonchalant and airy as the summers in milan were hot. that being said, marcelo only knew him in casual mode; he wasn’t too familiar with his fashion week-disposition. “i wasn’t aware mr. scozzari’s condition was this bad.”

isolctions​: charon

they grew to develop a routine of sorts — a fairly common one among those who happened to live long enough to have to do so. in her case, these visits became a sort of necessity rather than out of leisure, though. so charon isn’t very surprised when, out of the blue, she steps outside to find that janus is lingering just outside of the front gate.

(caught in a trap, obviously. charon couldn’t afford to be lenient with her visitors, even when one of those visitors had been her former mentor. she’s kind enough to help him down, though — not many were afforded that luxury.)

“ — staying for dinner this time, or long enough for your 50 year portrait?” • @leopardos​

“i think the portrait can stand to wait another year,” he says, chuckling and rubbing his neck. charon’s house arrangements were always different each time -- just when he thought he had gotten the hang of this intricate mass of traps and trickery, he ended up triggering something that hung him upside down five feet in the air!

oh, but he expected no less from her. and really, he could, if he wanted to, find a way to avoid this little conundrum altogether, but it wouldn’t make his visits nearly as entertaining. when he fell to the ground he took a second to pat dust off his suit and remove an errant leaf from his hair; soon as he’s back on two feet, he’s throwing arms around her into a brief, but warm hug. “i am here to see you, no less than that.” but could there be more? he wants to check her progress, yes. he wants to appreciate her newest creations, yes. but is there more to it?  

well, it’s something to discuss once they’re inside. after all, it would not be as entertaining if he showed his hand right away. “but i could go for some tea, i think.”

isolctions​: rue

the fact that he chose not to speak on the signs of physical and emotional disarray that he’s now bearing witness to had been a small amount of comfort. it would come up in their conversation eventually — she knows this, of course, had seen it in the visions of the lines of his face before he even returned to the country to see her — because living in squalor and recluse were justifiable enough reasons to cause alarm. two years of it, however, had caused him to feel worry. now he is here. her apartment big and lonely, so full and yet so empty, like her too.

“dinner.” she repeats, enough of a distraction to put rue’s cryptic career statement on pause, and it occurs to her then that her last meal had been nearly 48 hours ago. (and even that had been at the urging of her housemaid.) “did you make it?” it gets her to shuffle towards the smell, towards him, and rue has already prepared herself for what the pause in marcelo’s words meant. at least he treads carefully. and although rue has come to realize that she finds it very difficult to lie to marcelo, especially while vulnerable like this, she cannot bring herself to describe the heavy toll produced by everything she sees and all that she deals with — premonitions that only subside with merlot and pinot, bells and migraines that ring in her head for days once the build up of visions come to her all at once. she cannot function like this in public. she doesn’t have it in her to perform a charade for adoring fans and cameras. but quitting had been an even worse fear to materialize, and this anxiety shows in her face as she stares at marcelo. “i’m not…i cannot quit. there is nothing left for me anymore if i don’t have this.”

“yes, of course i made it,” he answers softly, though he musters enough energy for subtle indignation. of course i made it. i want you to eat well, and mcdonalds definitely isn’t gonna cut it, the quirk of his brow attempts to suggest. “pollo asado con arroz y frijoles,” he adds, knowing that to be one of her favorite meals. “some dessert, too. but that’s for later.”

as she closes the distance between them, he goes about setting the table for her, pouring two glasses of fresh water. he’s well at home inside her apartment, knowing where everything is without skipping a beat. he’s back to the table before she knows it.

she looks so tired. he can’t get rid of the image of her on the living room floor, surrounded by papers and trash, going at it like a mad scientist with their hopelessly intricate machine. she looks so tired, like he hasn’t slept in a long time. once she has food in her stomach, she will think more clearly, or so he hopes.

he rests his hand on top of hers in a soothing gesture when the anxiety on her face deepens. “it’s okay. i’m not telling you to quit,” he clarifies, “i’m just, i mean. you’ve been gone all this time. people are worried. i am worried. i just want to know what’s going on.”

lakequarries​: cassius

@leopardos​ sc.

“hm,” looks them over, “you’re back early.”

“oh, hardware store’s right over there,” tiago points with his chin, “wasn’t exactly a trip to japan.”

he hands him the wires and assorted materials he requested. “think you’ll have no issues now?”

tewwor​: 

✧･ﾟ test muse starter call (accepting!) | @leopardos ･ﾟ✧

The distant knock at the front door roused her without warning. Eyes snapped open, jarring her back into reality just as fast as she tried to sit up. She didn’t make it all the way as the grogginess stunted the movement, but did manage to catch herself before she fell off the couch.

The couch?

She didn’t remember falling asleep here. Then again, she didn’t remember falling asleep in general. A short breath was drawn in through her nose, and she grimaced from how stuffy it sounded.

Another knock sounded, and it reminded her why she had woken up. Slowly, she collected herself and made her way to the door. Carmen opened it but kept the chain in place; only allowing a few inches of visibility. “It’s past three in the morning,” she said in lieu of a polite greeting.

oh, he expected no less from her, which was why he did not blink at her discourtesy. “i am well aware of the hour,” he answered, no sign of humor in it or even impatience despite the fact he had been waiting for over 3 minutes now.

“something came up,” he continued, trailing off lightly. his dark eyes studied the tired lines on her face. though he had known the woman for a long time, it was rare to see as anything but composed. “something that concerns you. it is in your best interest to let me in.” 

diego didn’t care much for others’ time, but still, he was above wasting his own. she knew that much, he hoped. 

@armsdealing liked ( x ) for marcelo and maria !

wthwolves​: maria

SPOTIFY WRAPPED;  accepting. glass animals;  pork soda. 

@leopardos​;

          “  why can’t we laugh now like we did then?  “

“-- we still can,” he retorts, a little doubtful, as though reassuring himself. “it’s just a rough patch, mari, that’s all.” their last conversations weight heavy on them both still, it seems, so he offers her a soft smile. “you know i’ll always be your friend no matter what, right?”

oplitis​: roxanne

           ❝Here’s a question for the dudes. Just the other day, I caught my boyfriend Maciu cupping his chest, and he whispered, ‘My tiddies…” to himself with feeling. Is this something that other guys do, or…?❞

“for sure. but, mostly if they got a decent size,” marcelo retorts, ever so helpful. “and like, if they’re big enough to flex them, we think about them all the time.” and in his experience, even straight men are impressed when you can flex them, and that’s part of why other men do it in the first place. sincerely, he can’t imagine women being into the sight. 

still, he resumes the thought, “if they’re small, maybe he’s thinking about hitting the gym more often.”

2021 was an awful year in many levels for me, and I'm still carrying stuff from it into this new year. Burdens to bear and deal with that I just can't let go of just because it's no longer 2021. I did well academically, but in all others aspects of my life (creative, interpersonal) it was catastrophic. Many times I considered deleting this blog, but ultimately I'm glad I haven't, and I'm glad for the people that have stuck around, despite me being 100% absent for most of the year.

I guess I'm just writing this to let you know I am appreciative of all of you, regardless of whether we have written extensively or not in the past. Thanks for reading the silly text posts, thanks for interacting even slightly, and thanks for writing with me. I do mean that wholeheartedly.

As for what 2022 has in store when it comes to this blog, I do not know. I know university wise, hectic times are coming, so I really cannot promise much activity. However, it is one of my resolutions to better organize my time in a way that allows for more free time and creativity. When it comes to this blog, I would like to keep writing, however sparsely. And I would like to build (and rebuild) bonds with a lot of you. Whether I can be up to the task, time will tell, but I will make an effort for the sake of the fact that I very much love writing, and I love writing with others.

So, happy new year! I hope all your resolutions come true. Most old mutuals already know about my hiatuses, but in the last stretch of December, wanting more activity on my dash, I followed plenty of new people. I very much want to write with all of you, you're all great. In what's left of my vacation I will try to reach out, get some dynamics rolling.