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Inspiración

La creatividad me pesa.

Despiertan tantas ideas que no puedo plasmar.

Y plasmo ideas a medias que nunca llegaron a mas.

Me siento pesada.

Con tantas ideas y tan poca habilidad.

Necesito tiempo y organización.

En ocasiones siento que tengo todo el tiempo del mundo

Pero otras siento que todo se me viene encima

Tengo tanto en la cabeza y tan poco tiempo.

Quiero hacerlo todo y a la vez no puedo hacer nada

Incluso si la inspiración vaga por mi mente no puedo expresarlo

Las dudas asaltan mi cabeza.

Se responden solas o simplemente mueren ahí.

La inspiración me llega diario.

Y a todas horas.

*-* Warriors Society on Winter Festivities (?

Rai/Hakan: Here's a fun Christmas idea. We'll hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to fight whoever else is underneath.

Callan: We are not doing that

Jane/Eclipse: Mistlefoe

Callan: Jane, no...

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James/Blackbird: Last year for Christmas, I asked Santa for the sexiest person alive. I woke up in a box.

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Malowe/Parallel: I wanna get run over

Olive/Pandora: aww come on, it's Christmas! Get in the spirit!

Malowe: I wanna get run over by a reindeer?

--------------------------------------------- Cheis: Dear Santa, I've been good this year...

Cheis: Most of the year...

Cheis: Once in a while...

Cheis: Nevermind, I'll buy my own stuff.

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Assana/Shade: What's that Christmas song that is like "the lease knobby dot"

Assana: It's Spanish

Samantha/Black Arrow: Are you serious?

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Mike/Sound Road: Christmas gets so much harder as you get older

Mike: "What do you want for Christmas?" I don't know?

Mike: Financial Security? A stable job?

Marcel/Compass: A nap would be nice.

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Jim Bullock: Christmas is canceled

Jared/Poison: You can't cancel a holiday

Jim: Keep it up, J and you will lose New Year's

Jared: What does that mean

Jim: Assana, take New Year's away from Jared

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Honorable mention to our diseased partners

Casper/Lightningale: I panic when people compliment me

Casper: what the heck am I supposed to say?

Aria/Blue Lantern: Great job at training, Cas!

Casper: *panicking* Merry Christmas!

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I think that was everyone.

Happy Holidays

Do it! Do it! Do it!

The Señora urge to make caldo de res when is hot as hell outside 😔 why are we like this??

Dashboard

On Wattpad, I'm starting to write the prequel of my story. As you probably don't know, once I finish the first story it's gonna go to edition, again.

And once I finish publishing it here, it's gonna go to edition, maybe with changes maybe not. The prequel will also be up here once the first part is completed. I won't let you without content.

Right now my laptop is in reparation and I'm using my mom's desktop, so it'll be more difficult for me to edit and write these few days. Fortunately, after this class week, I'll have another two weeks of vacation.

How curious... Such a strange and delicate thing. Adrift in the waters of fate... Which way will you wander I wonder?

—The High Priestess (The Arcana)

Vesuvia from The Arcana

Part of my 5 color challenge. I tried to record my process while drawing this but my device is slow as f****, so no speedpaint for now.

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 1: Eclipse

Gotham, the city of crime. Where you could be assaulted at every corner. You live in fear of death to more than one psychopath.

Among the shadows of those alleys lit only by the moon and the streets little-traveled wandered with total tranquility, or at least disguised fear.

I did not bother anyone, but everyone bothered me, even the huge sign in the sky for the bat, for the savior of this city.

I stopped as soon as I spotted a motorcycle, and not just any motorcycle, looking for the owner. And, knowing that it had a burglar alarm, I took the shadow and moved it a little, so that in a few seconds, he came out of the fifth-floor bar on the other side of the street.

A tall, black-haired man, quite tall and quite drunk, ran out as soon as he heard that annoying noise coming from his motorcycle. And as soon as he realized who was responsible for interrupting his peace of mind, he relaxed his muscles and put an adorable smile on his face.

-If you wanted to talk to me you would have called, texted, or sent a postcard, you didn't have to cause me to go into cardiac arrest on a Friday night.- said Jason Todd, as he pulled the keys out of the bike and turned off the alarm.

-It's good to see you too, Father.- I replied. I sat down on the sidewalk, making room for the man who had adopted me years ago to join me, in a silence that was not at all uncomfortable, just admiring the street lights.

-When did you arrive?- I asked him, restraining my desire to hug him. It had been a long time since I had seen him. One day he took his things and left, leaving me alone. And as soon as I found out he was in town, I couldn't help looking for him in the places he frequented most.

-About two hours ago, I didn't know if you were at Wayne Manor, at the apartment, or with Major Arcana*.- he replied as he took a pack of cigarettes out of his leather jacket and then threw it on the floor.

After a few years of taking care of me, Todd started to give up some habits that were harmful to him, because they also affected me. But some things are hard to give up.

His little Jane Todd. The biological daughter of Oscar Hart, a not so well-known but very dangerous criminal. That cruel man had left me in an orphanage after my mother was murdered in front of us when I was just 6 years old.

I spent many years in that place, with little food, not sleeping well, getting sick every month, running away at night, and stealing from convenience stores so my friends wouldn't suffer from hunger, 6 years passed until a strange man arrived at the orphanage, greeting the owner of that place as if they had known each other for years.

An attack on that place by an enemy of Red Hood, almost ended my life, being wounded by that guy. From that day on Jason decided to give me his last name and gave me all the protection that the second son of Bruce Wayne could have.

-What are you thinking about?- Jason asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. It's not like I don't dive into my mind very often, but he more than anyone else knew what inner demons were.

-I thought about what my life would be like if you hadn't adopted me four years ago.- I replied. -I was just checking to see if you had arrived and if you were okay.- I stood up and shook out my pants. I put a hand in the pocket of my sweatshirt, reaching for the copy of the keys he had forgotten, and gave them to him. -Olive invited me to the Mansion, apparently, they are having a little sleepover, tomorrow morning I will go to the apartment.

-I'll take you there. I need some documents I forgot in my room and I need to talk to Bruce.- Jason said as he got up and took the keys out of the motorcycle.

-But I'm driving.

-No

-You're a bad driver.

-No

-If I fall off in the middle of the road it's your fault.

Next part

Note: I used a translator for this, if there's anything wrong, feel free to tell me. I don´t have the long dash in my laptop's keyboard so, sorry for that

Extra 1

The First Night

The night was warm, no clouds in the sky and you could almost forget the terrible weather of the days before. But the ones that live the same lives as me, don't have time to admire the sky. We are rushing, trying to survive.

I was not at my best, I had bruises, scrapes, and cuts all over my body, my clothes were torn and stained with mud and blood, one ankle was probably sprained, my stomach was roaring with hunger and I felt that at any moment I would faint, but I had promised my companions that I would get something good to eat.

And that's what I did, that was my priority. My backpack was full of sweet bread, some snacks, and energy bars that I was able to steal with a lot of effort from some stores before entering that pharmacy. My ankle was really slowing me down.

I needed some things to at least keep the deeper wounds from getting infected. The streets were a little busier than usual, which made my tasks a little easier. But I was worried that some villain was attacking near the place because the heroes could pass in front of me at any moment.

That's what I was thinking as I searched the aisles for some bandages and hydrogen peroxide. I could tell I didn't belong there, the hallways were white, clean, and neat, smelling of medicine and disinfectant.

When a family entered the place, going directly to the cashier to ask for some product, I knew it was my chance to run away, I took the things I was checking, put them in my backpack, and ran towards the entrance, making the alarms start ringing. But I didn't care and crossed the street without looking both ways, causing a motorcycle to almost run me over, luckily it seemed the guy in the red helmet knew how to drive well.

I would have apologized to the driver if it wasn't for the guy who started yelling at me to return the things I stole, and I started running again.

"Somebody catch her," I managed to hear when I was already reaching the beginning of an alley, where luckily I would lose sight of those people.

To my bad luck, the guy on the bike got off and started to follow me. Being taller than me, he was also faster.

Some stairs a few meters away from me would be my best way out, so as I could I climbed up to the roof of the building. But that man was on my heels.

I started jumping from rooftop to rooftop, climbing the stairs to the tallest buildings, and jumping over the narrow alleys, without my usual agility for obvious reasons. And when I noticed that I had nowhere to go because below me there was a street crossing, the place where I was standing was too high, and the boy was quite close to me, I was forced to face him.

"Please, let me go. I'll return everything, but don't call the police" I said, it was better for my friends to go without food for another day than to lose the person who got them that food. When the light finally hit my companion's face, I noticed he was still wearing the red helmet.

"I'm not calling anyone, but where are your parents?" he said, slowly approaching me.

"My mother, dead. And hopefully my father too" I replied trying to give as little information as possible.

"Orphan, okay. So...are you staying in an orphanage?" he asked, still walking towards me.

"Yes" when he was a few steps away from me, I brought my hands up to the frayed straps of my backpack, holding them out to prevent him from taking it off at any moment.

"What do you have in there?" he asked, kneeling down on one knee and standing almost level with me, and held out his hand as a signal for me to open my bag and reveal its contents. I turned back, and again to face him.

"None of your business," I said, trying to sound confident and ignore the cold night breeze. I tightened the straps of the bag even more.

"I asked for a reason" the boy replied, although I couldn't see his face, I could tell he was smiling. He got up and tried again to get closer, but I could not afford to have the enemy close and with more advantage, so I tried to take a step back, unfortunately, under my feet there was nothing. Apparently, the person in front of me noticed that I would rather fall than have him close, so he stopped and spoke again.

"No, no, don't go back, I'll stay here. See?" he started again, but how could I trust him if he was still wearing his helmet?

I finally gave myself a chance to take a good look at my companion. Red helmet, brown leather jacket, and a gray t-shirt clinging to his torso with a red bat on his chest, before I could come to a conclusion, I saw that he was wearing a gun on each side. This one definitely worked with Batman, not up close like Robin.

"You're definitely not Batman, so who are you?" I asked before the silence became awkward.

"If I tell you my name, do you promise to tell me yours?" he replied.

"I don't promise anything," I said.

"I'm Red Hood, and all I want to do is get you to the orphanage so you can be safe" his answer didn't give me much, obviously he wasn't going to give me his civilian name.

"I'm Jane, and I know the way to that place that is not even close to being an orphanage" I answered looking around for some stairs to go down to the street and withdraw from there to finish with the interrogation.

"Why are you so hurt?" he asked.

"It's none of your business either" I replied, giving up on my search for a way out.

"Is that why you were at the drugstore?" he asked trying to get closer once again.

"No" I replied dryly.

"Don't think I didn't notice you limping as you ran over here" he said. I didn't have much choice, if I really wanted to get out of there I had to act and fast. "I can help you, but only if you let me."

"I don't want your help" after what he had gone through the previous days he should know better than to trust anyone, or accept help from anyone. "I can manage on my own"

"And I'm sure you can, but if you really hurt your ankle it will be hard to get home without falling a couple of times" he insisted, holding out his hand again.

Seeing that I didn't say anything was probably his cue to do something to gain my trust. His hands went to the helmet to remove it, and although I could see his face, I could not see his eyes, as they were covered by a domino mask, at least something was something.

"Fine," I said finally. I had to hurry back to the orphanage before one of the caretakers noticed my presence and punished me again, but if I didn't want to worry my friends, let alone my brother, I had to heal at least most of the wounds.

I took a few steps forward still doubting the person in front of me.

I put my backpack in front of me, slowly opened the zipper, and began to take out the bandages I had taken from the pharmacy. From the look on the boy's face, it was to be expected that he would want me to take everything out, just to check that I wasn't carrying any medicines or tools that could kill someone. I took out the antiseptics, the pain pills, and some ointments to cure scrapes, burns, and cuts. Underneath all that and still in the bag, small boxes of cereal, cereal bars, and two instant soups, and a bottle of water. I let him check and let him think it was just a few late-night snacks.

I didn't let him check any further, because at the bottom were my personal things.

"It's personal," I told him, closing the backpack before he started questioning me further.

"You have some cuts on your face, I'll start there and finish with your ankle, let me know if you feel I'm invading your personal space."

"It's okay," I said, sitting down on the floor. He moved a little closer to me.

From one of the many pockets of his belt, he pulled out a small bottle with a clear liquid and a piece of cotton. He soaked the cotton and brought his hand slowly to my cheek, seeing the doubt on my face he paused and explained. His hand was covered with a black glove, which would probably make the contact less uncomfortable for me.

"I need to clean the wound," he said, "it is only an antibacterial, then I can apply the ointment" he finished explaining, and finally he lightly pressed the cotton against a cut I had on my cheek, and I instantly tried to move away again. "I know it burns, if you want you can hold my hand and squeeze it if it burns too much" he raised his other hand, also covered by a glove, and I held it between mine.

He continued to clean my face wounds for a while, when he finished, he threw the cotton on the floor and took out another piece.

"Do you have any other wounds on your arms?" he asked, soaking the cotton wool again.

"A scrape on my elbow," I said in a whisper, every minute with him I was losing a little more of my confidence and the adrenaline I had escaping from the pharmacy, making sleep, tiredness, and pain begin to win me over, I closed my eyes for a moment, but I needed to be alert for anything, how long had it been since I slept well?

"I need you to take off your sweatshirt, I would say just roll up your sleeve, but you will hurt yourself more," he said looking me directly in the eyes, or so I thought because of the mask and the white spaces in his eyes didn't let me see.

I didn't want to take off my sweatshirt, the night was cold, and my t-shirt was torn and dirty. But the constant rubbing of the fabric against my scrape made that my only option.

Minutes later he was already applying the ointment, for that he had taken off his glove. I could tell he was nervous, he had probably never healed someone's wounds before or he didn't want to hurt me anymore.

A breeze caused me to shiver, something my companion noticed.

"I don't have any band-aids for the scrape, so I'd better put a piece of the bandage on your elbow so you can put on your sweater," he said, opening the package of bandages I stole.

"Okay," I replied, after yawning, already giving in to sleep. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, trying to ignore the dream.

"Because you remind me so much of me," he said, finishing covering my elbow with the bandage. "The ankle will be the hard part" he began to say, more to himself.

Not realizing I was still holding his hand, I leaned against his shoulder, closing my eyes and letting my mind rest a little.

Masterlist

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 9: Plan

Fortunately in that building, we had a specific floor with a kitchen, dining room, living room, and television. This had several functions, among them was to be a living and meeting room. And at that time, that was its main function.

"I found Slade near a subway station in Star City. I thought the problem would be solved by the league or the heroes residing in that city, even by the Titans. But they have been slow to act. Later I found him in Metropolis thanks to a mission I had in the company of Superboy." Oswald commented as he paced in front of the sofas where the rest of us were seated.

"And you thought Superman would take on a former member of the League of Assassins," said Olive, who had been silent so far, eating the snack Jim had put on the coffee table to keep us awake.

"I thought that being in a safer area, Deathstroke wouldn't make a mess. These are cities where crime is down." Oswald continued, looking at Olive and pointing at her so that she would pay attention to him and try to understand the reason for his actions. "My problem was that I was too trusting, and now the number of missing people not only in Metropolis but also in the neighboring cities has increased." He said.

"Conclusion: he has kidnapped people and surely he has also killed them, and we don't know the reason, as usual," said Jared, throwing a handful of potatoes in his mouth and almost choking after that.

"We must be clear about our purpose. Catch Slade, send him to prison, and free those people if they're still alive." My brother said, crushing a stress ball and helping Jared breathe again. Even though we'd been at this hero thing for a while now, he had a severe problem when it came to big attack plans and team meetings.

"Shouldn't we focus on saving those lives," Superboy said, staring at the numbers on the screen in front of us. "After all, they're innocent."

"That's according to your moral code. If you think about it, all of us here are innocent and have suffered more in these five years than they have in our entire lives. We have been chasing him for months, and we must not let him get away this time." Olive said, getting up to get a glass of water from the dispenser.

"Nightwing and Red Hood will try to stop us by telling Batman. And I bet you anything Richard will beat us to the punch at some point and we won't be able to do much to stop Red Hood." Said James, still not letting go of the ball. "Having kids does make you overprotective."

"You'd better call Robin and Red Robin." Claimed Oswald. He had a firm idea that the Batfamily should not get involved in our problems.

"Believe it or not, Robin has a problem with Slade, he has a problem with the League of Assassins and his grandfather. And Red Robin will get into it because of Eclipse or a problem with Ra's al Ghul." Olive said, tossing her plastic cup into the trash can across the room.

"Jane, don't you have anything to say about that?" Jim asked, pushing me out of my seat. I stood in the center of the room, getting everyone to look at me.

"Oswald, I've spent the whole way here thinking about how to keep Red Hood and Nightwing from finding out what we're talking about here." I said, pointing to my hooded partner, "I don't want them to be on our necks asking what we do 24/7. I want to stand in front of him when we are done with everything and tell him that it was us who stopped this river of blood." I said, pacing back and forth. "And as for the other two little birds, my only solution would be to send them to Japan, and even then they will insist on going with us," I almost started to scream from how desperate I was, making gestures with my hands in an attempt to calm my nerves.

"Let's do this." Oswald began to say when the silence had stretched a little longer than it should have, noticing Olive's, James' and my nervousness. "I don't think he's going to move from where he is. Let's talk tomorrow, in the afternoon, more calmly and with a cool head. It's late and I know more than a few of us are tired. Let's let the rest of the team know. Let's put all the cards on the table and we will start to come up with a plan." He said. "Jim, Callan, prepare the other room, we will need space." It was after 5:00 a.m. and we hadn't slept a wink. I was internally grateful that Oswald understood our situation.

"To sleep," Assana ordered, getting up from her seat and signaling to evacuate the room.

The only ones left there were Oswald and me. He began to pick up the dishes to leave them in the kitchen.

"I owe you one," I said, taking off my visor for a moment.

"We are even. The last time we met you prevented me from committing the embarrassment of my life." He said, sitting down next to me, "I know that situations like this are difficult for you.

"How am I supposed to argue against Tim, if in difficult situations I can't even think straight," I whispered, cupping my face in my hands.

"Are they still at odds?" My partner asked.

"We've been going at it for over two months now."

"Well, I never thought you would last so long fighting, a few years ago yes, but not now." we both plunged into silence, not at all uncomfortable. "Go to sleep, I'm sure Shade must be waiting for you." he patted me on the back, trying to cheer me up.

I put my visor back on and got up, said goodbye, and headed for the elevator, still thinking about everything I would have to do in the next few days.

Stephanie: Bet you guys can't make a sentence without the letter "a".

Jason, resident english nerd: You thought you did something there,didn't you? Well,sorry to burst your bubble but numerous sentences could be constructed without employing the first letter of the english lexicon.

Stephanie: Fuck you, zombie boy.

Por favor no sean alegóricos a decir gracias, hola, adiós, como estas. Se ven mal si no lo hacen, es decencia humana.

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