gloria reyes aka gloria, offense, two stars of difficulty, nicest mexican old lady in southern cali, can still kick your ass
abilities: wooden spoon: deadly in close quarters think genji during his ult. could probably knock out a full health tracer in two shots. automatically OHKO’s an enemy reaper w/out fail and does double damage to anyone under 30. you can throw it in a pinch but you have to wait a while for it to reload
shrill scream: screams A DONDE CREES QUE VAS? to find her targets. paralyzes anyone in a thirty feet radius, and reaper wherever he is, giving her a chance to strike from up close
home made salsa: her projectile attack. throws a jar of home made picante to explode around her targets. does half damage to an enemy reaper
la chancla: her ult. summons the dreaded chancla to OHKO anyone on its path. yells COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT when shes on your team, and becomes the next ryu ga waga teki wo kurau that strikes fear on her enemies’ hearts when she yells VEN ACÁ MUCHACHO DEL CARAJO! as an enemy. does triple damage to reaper and causes special dialogue of him crying
Request:“A Finn Balor where he wants to label their relationship and she wants to keep things the same. She isn’t dating anyone else but hates the pressure. a little angst-y turned sensual? loved the Seth Rollins - Relapse tone you did!”
A/N: Smut on a Sunday? I’d literally have it no other way.
Warnings: Smut, Angst, Language
Word Count: 6,266
“Yes, and try to ignore all this blood on the floor. It’s just this heart on my sleeve that’s bleeding”
Cold as the winter morning were the tiny fingertips he felt
trailing along the side of his neck. In the dry heat of the Houston sun, it was
almost therapeutic to feel her press softly against the blossoming bruise she
had left on the skin above his heart.
He knew she loved doing this; waking up before him and tracing
over all the little bites and licks she’d left across his pale skin from the
night before. She was a painter and his skin was always her favorite canvas; at
work and in the bedroom.
The low hum that emits from his throat as her lips leave
feather-light kisses down his stomach lets her know that he’s starting to wake.
She pauses once she hears him, lips hovering over his smooth skin, and giggling
quietly before continuing her venture.
Do not let hatred rule your life. My death does not need to be avenged. Live as a free vampire, not as a twisted, revenge driven creature of despair. Do not become like Steve Leonard or R.V. My spirit will not rest easy in Paradise if you do. Harkat, support Darren in these hard times. You will be busier than ever in the days ahead. Just as Kurda said seven years ago, the time for vampires to change has finally arrived. Miss Hemlock, Miss Burgess. Forgive me for your involvement in this affair. Vampires live a long time…for that reason, there are many who lead dead, empty, damaging lives. To my regret, I was one of them. But Darren, the past fifteen years we spent together were brighter and more rewrding than any other in the two hundred that i lived. But at the same time, I know that I have caused you much pain. Forgive me Darren
Requested: Can you do one where in y/n is screaming at shawn because shes so mad and jealous but shawn just laughs at her and its all cute and fluffy
Requested: Hey first of all I love your page 😍 it’s the best out here and your writings are sooo good. Can you please do one where Shawn and y/n are shopping and then Shawn mets his ex and y/n gets jealous and they fight but will be together at the end. I hope you understand what I meant. Love you ❤️❤️
You are out shopping with Shawn in Toronto. It is a rare day that you’re able to spend with your boyfriend without all the craziness and busyness of life getting in the way. “Hey Shawn,” You hear a voice from slightly behind the two of you. Turning, you’re expecting to see a fan asking for a picture from Shawn, but recognition crosses his face.
“Hi Laur,” He says in surprise, a smile spreading across his face, and now you turn your attention to the girl and her friends. You recognize the one in the middle from old pictures you’ve seen on the internet. She’s Shawn’s ex and she’s gorgeous, no doubt. You don’t know how Shawn could possibly choose you over her. You wonder if he ever regrets it, if he ever sees pictures of her and misses her, or wishes he was still with her instead of with you. You always knew she was pretty, but you had never met her in person until today, and it wasn’t even intentional so you weren’t able to prepare yourself.