#felano

Capitalista: No comunismo, você tem que dividir suas coisas, e não tem liberdade de expressão. Veja, nós queremos distribuir justamente as ferramentas de trabalho, que são a propriedade privada controlada com a violência. Não estamos tentando tomar seu carro ou sua casa, como fazem os bancos capitalistas, ou invadir suas terras, como fazer os latifundiários escravagistas. Não fale de liberdade como ideia, mas como coisa real. Quanta liberdade temos com a TV e a internet controladas por grandes empresas?

PORTUGUÊS "Escuta: A fandom é pra ser divertida. Não é lugar de falar de política." Nadia: Não dá pra escapar da política. Todes somos afetades por ela. Marielle: O preço de não se interessar em política é ser governade por idiotas. Chico: Se a fandom quer ser uma comunidade amigável, então não podemos perder a chance de combater o preconceito e a exploração Tebira: Não tenha medo de falar de política com sus amigues. Se você se preocupa com o bem-estar delus, demonstre!

Sugawara Koushi:

Sexuality Headcanon: Grayromantic Demi-pansexualGender Headcanon: Demigirl (girl & agender)A ship I have with said character: DAISUGAA BROTP I have with said character: Suga & YakuA NOTP I have with said character: Suga x HinataA random headcanon: He likes pudding so much that he sings ‘’giga pudding’’ in the showerGeneral Opinion over said character: ULTIMATE MOM; WILL FIGHT ANYONE TO PROTECT HIS CHILDREN

Hinata Shouyou:

She had gotten the letter from Rillumus, the parchment still in her hand as she scuffled around and got her things together.

Anywhere was better than here, she thought to herself as she stuffed her leather bag full of her clothing. She gave a look around, her eyes scanning for whatever she might have left. Odds and ends.

They get paid to clean up anyway, they can earn their keep. A harsh way of thinking abut whatever. She was Tenyia.

Reaching back, she tugged at the ebony locks that waved and curled all over the place. Her hair was now to her rear and she wouldn’t have it any other way. The longer, the better, she always said.  It was a pain keeping it from her face though. Usually she braided it.

Oh how she missed that man. He was nearly a foot taller than her, a hundred and fifty pounds heavier- a monster of a man but he was hers. So she hoped.

As it turns out, she learned through whispers and mutterings that she had another sister. Great, another one that would hate her. No big deal. She would never consider herself a Darkterror and in fact lied about her lineage. Her ‘father’ wanted nothing to do with her and her sister Nyxan hated her.

The only one that actually put up with her was Felano but he didn’t expect her to be some uptight, money grubbing, psychopath. He probably just didn’t care. Which was good cause  nor did she. She liked Felano, for a Death Knight he was alright but she thought that if Nyxan was her wife, a collar wouldn’t be the only thing she’d be fucking slapped with.

Oh well. She had her sights on Rillumus and the cold winds of Frostfire. Over the last few nights, she had sewn some quality Artic fur within her leather and she had some made up for Rillumus. She assumed that he would or might need it. Oh how she had missed him so much. Every letter was reassurance that he was alive and okay.

If he couldn’t come to her, she would go to him. No problem. However, she was a fragile as a kitten and couldn’t fight herself out of someones left nut. She would try though.

The city is rife with speculation. Lips move with a tittle-tattle here, a snippet of half truth there, and whispering's behind the palm of a hand. I am sure my name, -our- names, race like fire through the streets and I don't care.

Riesse shifted, laying on her belly by the small babbling brook behind her manor house. The stillness of no breeze allowed the fluttering of wings to bob and bounce about the peaceblooms, seeking nectar. Wiggling toes stretched upward, her knees bent, as she wrote in the leather journal.

He came to me in the vault under the Halls of Blood as I finished speaking with Lord Glacierwind, his lovely lady and Jack. I knew the moment his boots sounded in the hall that he was making his way to me. For what, I had not a clue. As usual, my betraying heart pounded so loudly in my ears I was sure I gave myself away to my friends though they never seemed to notice. I do believe Nyx gave a smirk in my direction as Felano led her out but, I can not be sure.

"Close your eyes, Mouse." My lord bid me and without hesitation I did so. Eros was never one to allow touch, much like me in that matter, but for different reasons and still, he took my hand in his, laying it against his heart. The world fell away in that instant. His life's blood beneath the tips of my fingers beat out a song that wove it's melody through my veins to wrap around my heart. 

"I am yours and you are mine." Simple words speaking volumes louder than a symphony's crescendo. Deaf to all sounds save the pulsing of his heart, save the rich timber of his voice, I knew pure truth in that instant yet it didn't stop the shock and wonder of hearing the words voiced.

I suppose to say that I am still in shock would sound silly to anyone I spoke it to but, it's the simple way of it. How long have I pushed the thought of his touch from my mind? How long have I fought the quivering of my flesh as his arms guided my way through the streets or across the floors? Even now I wonder if it was all a dream.

The days in recent weeks are wearing me down. So many reports, so much crime, all this piled on top of new filings, upheaval on the steps of the Registry, tempers flaring between Melada and Iri, shots fired, Rook being gone, people seeking information.... gods, I need to breathe. I need help. No one sees the drowning as I sink deeper and deeper, wave after wave pushing me down into the depths.

Just as she began to prepare for her meeting with Bronvys, Riesse was in a flurry. After considering options all day, she finally made her selections and sent the courier scurrying off to Glacierwind Global. Turning her eyes to the maiden standing waiting, Riesse smirked, "Let us hope that Tevin does not dilly-dally like some do." The teasing brought a deep scarlet flush to Mayleen's cheeks and the girl scurried off, rushing through the open door.

Dear Felano,

Please except my words and humble offering as thanks for the assistance you gave and for the caring of your people afterward. Your strength and the Lady Ara's tender touch was much appreciated. Your Lady's words bolstered my spirits in a grueling situation, Lady Nyxan's friendship is one I treasure.

Those you surround yourself bring you honor and I am grateful.

Lady Carro'wyn Amariesse Starsinger-Dracone

Tevin, a well muscled young lad would display the offerings that he had brought. A note would be attached to each.

Felano..a rare and vintage Cognac to sate your thirst and the finest crystal stem ware for your collection.

Lady Healer Ara..these blooms grown upon my Isle and no where else. As the rains gently touch their petals, they become clear, holding the life giving waters. Please accept this cutting.

EMOTIONAL RIGHT OFF THE BAT ALRIGHT. IDK if I could write a drabble about this, it would hurt my feels.

Anyways, if Bebe had to murder or kill Fel (no matter what the reason) they would be really... kind about I guess. These two have been close friends for a good solid year. Shit's happened between them once or twice but yeah, there's a lot of respect.