‘‘Pero eres la unidad...¿Eso es algo bueno no?’’
‘‘Bueno...unión...jujujuju, los humanos son tan ingenuos, siempre asocian una palabra a algo bueno, cuando en realidad es una simple sátira, yo no soy la unión entre los mexicanos, no, soy su separador, su temible líder, que los destruirá poco a poco, y no solamente en este lugar, todo el mundo será mi cena.’’
‘‘¿Ce-cena?’’
‘‘Si...habrán bien los oídos todos ustedes, en 3 mes todo este planeta se llamara UNIDAD, ya no importa nada, y le mostrare a ese Mexicano que se equivoca con los humanos. Jujujujuju JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA’’
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(NOTA: Hola soy Senig la creadora de unidad, espero y estén ansiosos por volver a ver a esta criatura de nuevo, ver que es lo que pasara y como Unidad convierte la tierra en su comida en 3 meses.
Y voy a volverlo a dibujar, porque honestamente me enojo mucho lo de utilizarlo sin mi permiso, esta bien si utilizaban la misma mecánica, pero no su nombre y su apariencia al utilizar mis dibujos.
Por lo cual, voy a poner todo lo que lleva hasta ahora su historia en Whattpad y lo que pueda continuar, hare historias cortas, y la mayoría de estas estarán tanto aquí como en Wattpad, daré un link lo mas rápido posible aunque aun no he terminado de organizar todo, tambien estoy viendo la posibilidad de hacer un twitter de el, y solo el, para poner las cosas futuras que le dedicaría a el si su historia termina, y para hacerlo un poco mas viral y que me pertenece, pero estoy aun viéndolo.
Espero y estén ansiosos por verlo, y disfruten del dolor hasta que llegue el final de esta terrible existencia.
Un saludo y besos VwV)
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hiya there love
i was wondering, if i could request a lovely jamie tartt fic from you? it would basically revolve around r being increadibly stressed and overworked and, of ypu are comfortable, r gets a panic attack (maybe she works at the dogtrack and then people are confused about what is happening) and then jamie swoops in and saves the day
absolutely love your writing and stories and senig lots of love and creativity your way <3 <3 <3
guys I have like five WIPS and usually I have zero, but here we are. Most of them only need their closing paragraph but I have been BUSY and also very tired.
thank you @dark-academia-slut for this request and your recent comments on my posts🩵🩵
for you, there’ll be no more crying
There’s too much to do and only one you, and yet everything needs to be done today and no one seems to realize that they’re assigning you more work on top of what other people have already given you. You didn’t realize everything was so pressing, but here you are with a to do list as long as your arm filled with tasks to be completed ASAP.
You think that taking a break for lunch is a bad idea, honestly you’d rather sit at your desk and check some more things off your list, but HR insists that you have a thirty-minute break. It’s also shitty because your boyfriend works here too, but you’re not sitting with him today because by the time he got to the cafe, the only available space was all the way across the room. So here you are, tapping your foot as you force down a salad.
Chewing feels mechanical, each bite heavy in your mouth. You choke down a piece as your index finger taps on your thumb, counting down the minutes until you can rush back to your office. You can feel Helen from HR keeping an eye on you, and you don’t need to add a visit from her to you list.
“Oi, can you compile that list I emailed you about last week?” Stephanie from the front desk asks from across the table.
You give her a confused look. “What list?”
She returns your look. “The one I sent last Tuesday?”
You shake your head and say, “I never got that email.”
Stephanie frowns and pulls out her phone. “Oh, whoops, it’s in my drafts still.” She presses a button and says, “There, it’s sent!” with a cheerful grin, like that changes anything.
Your whole leg is shaking now, not just your foot. “When do you need it?” you ask carefully, willing her to say literally an other day but today.
“Oh, I need it by the end of the day,” she replies so you nod, all slow and mechanical.
You ask, “Can I get it to you tomorrow?” and she shakes her head.
“No, I really needed it done by today. You should have checked with me when you didn’t get my email on Tuesday.”
You don’t point out that it’s impossible to ask about an email you didn’t even know existed, mainly because Stephanie is best friends with Helen and you literally cannot deal with both of them today.
So instead you nod, fake a smile, and take another bite of salad as Stephanie gets up to leave.
The moment she’s gone, everything goes slow. And not in a good way.
You think, oh shit as the food in your mouth becomes tasteless and your gaze becomes fixated on a spot on the table.
Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Liam notices and asks, “Are you alright?” in his too-loud voice, so now everyone in the cafe is looking at you as you take stuttered breaths around the salad in your mouth.
You’re confident that this couldn’t get any worse, but you can’t even answer Liam so he shakes your arm, causing you to jolt.
You press one hand to your heart as you try to catch a breath with all eyes still on you.
A hand presses a napkin to your mouth and says, “Spit,” but you don’t look up to see who it is. You’re stuck on that one spot on the table, unable to move anything except your leg. But you don’t need to look up to know who it is.
“Fuck off, Liam,” says Jamie and Liam does.
You’re told later that Jamie flips off anyone who’s still staring, but you miss it in the moment because it’s over your head.
“You alright, babe?” he asks gently, but you don’t respond. He slides into the seat Liam has vacated and grabs your hand. “Oi, look at me.”
His hands are warm in contrast to your cold ones, and the uses his one free hand to tilt your face toward his. You’re having a hard time making eye contact so he bends his head just enough so he’s in your line of sight.
“There you are,” he smiles, “You want to tell me what’s wrong or do you want me to guess?”
You just look, chest rising and falling way too fast.
“Right,” he says. “Let’s get your breathing under control. Breathe with me, yeah?”
You see the staff and team at Nelson Road filtering out of the cafe, so you focus on Jamie’s face and follow his breaths.
“Okay, keep going like that. What else can we talk about? Oi, did you hear what fucking Roy did this morning? The lad’s fucking insane, he is. Strings around dicks? Can’t believe I almost lost mine, and on date night no less.” He winks. “You’d‘ve had his head for sure, love.”
You crack a smile at that.
“Ey!” he says, “She lives!”
“I love you,” you tell him and he squeezes your hand.
“She fuckin’ talks, too. What a woman.”
You think of a few snide replies, but you’re not too sold on talking just yet so you settle for silence.
“Was it fucking Helen?” Jamie asks, “Bird’s more insane than Coach.”
You wiggle your head. Technically, it wasn’t just Helen, but she’s the one who’s been handing you the most assignments while also insisting on the stupidest breaks.
“Bet it were Stephanie too,” he continues. “Babe, you’ve gotta fucking talk to Higgins or Ms. Welton or some shit. They’re using you like some personal servant and it ain’t right.”
You shrug and Jamie squeezes your hand again. “None of that,” he says.
He’s not wrong.
It’s just you two, alone, so he allows himself a moment to cup your face in one hand. “You’re good, yeah?” he asks.
You take a deep breath and nod. “Yeah, I’m good.”
He grins and leans forward to kiss your forehead.
“D’you want to ditch the rest of the day?” he asks and you give him a Look.
You say, “I can’t ditch. I have too much to do and you can’t ditch because you have training.”
Jamie’s still grinning as he says, “Bet I could get out of it ‘cause of me injury and you could get out of it if you talked to Ms. Welton.”
“Absolutely not,” you reply, but he’s already standing up.
“Gonna talk to her about fucking Helen,” he says. “I’d bet my entire house that none of your shit is that big of an emergency.”
“No you won’t,” you call after him, “And anyway, she wouldn’t listen to you about any of it.”
Jamie’s basically already gone so he just shouts, “Ta,” as you sigh and get up to go back to your office.
An hour later, you’re in the car with Jamie as he laments your lack of faith in him. “Told you Helen’s full of shit,” he says. “You’re going to be way better at her job than she ever was.”
“The fuck, Jamie,” you reply. “I still can’t believe you made me talk to Rebecca.”
He shrugs, one hand on the wheel. “I’m a dead good boyfriend, is what I am.”
You laugh. He certainly is that.
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Feliz día del padre!
Si ya sé ya sé, esa fecha ya pasó hace mucho tiempo y todo eso pero no me importa! no llegue hasta aquí como para tirar esto. A la que si le debo una disculpa es a Norte por no felicitarle en el día de las madres.
Bueno para no complicar las cosas (eso espero) les digo los postres que le corresponde:
Norte: Copa de helado y pastel de chocolate con vainilla.
Centro: brownies y pastel enrollado con relleno de vainilla, fresas y chocolate.
Sur: flan en forma de gato y soufflé.
A cada uno les toco una taza de café de olla (las tazas también son un regalo).
En cuanto al pastel enorme es para compartir con quienes quieran! (como Guatemala y el equipo dinamita).
La piedra es una ágata de musgo, es mi piedra favorita por que parece que hay un bosque dentro de ella y pues como a Sur le gusta la naturaleza por eso le regalamos una. (∩ᵔ⌔ᵔ)⊃━☆゚.*
. . .
¿Se nota el favoritismo? Naah como crees?
@senig-fandom vaya admiró mucho tu habilidad! Aún trabajando y haces varios dibujos hermosos, yo me muero (ᗒ□ᗕ)
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El demonio y el angel caído.
Inestable y violento carácter del cual te haces notar, portas en tus manos grandes manchas de tono carmesí.
Aún tu mirada mantiene un poco de brillo. Sin embargo, contienen el reflejo de grandes heridas de un tormentoso pasado, del cual en tu día a día cargas con las pesadas cadenas de las consecuencias... Pequeño angel que desciende a un profundo abismo sin final, déjame sujetar tus manos y ser yo el que te impulse a volar una vez más... Concédeme la dicha de ser yo quien esté a tu lado en los mejores y los peores momentos, anhelo con intensidad que el amor y devoto que te tengo sean correspondidos. Mi angel de alas negras, permíteme compartir contigo los más grandes secretos que a ambos nos desgarran lentamente el alma...
Juntemos nuestras penas y pesares en dulces besos que derritan las amargas palabras, en abrazos que combatan el terrible frío de la tempestad, en cariñosos murmullos que desaparezcan aunque sea por momentos a las oscuras pesadillas de nuestras mentes.
Acepta las honestas palabras de este demonio que no hace otra cosa que amarte mi angel caído...
AHHHHHH por fin acabe!!!!!!
Bueno no es mucho pero es un trabajo humildes jsjsj, espero te guste @senig-fandom /@senig-art
Lamento si no es tan detallado pero, lo hice con todo el corazón 👉👈🥺
(Mi shipp favorito UwU ✨♥️)
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