#Antonio is scarred for life now

[klanceficsthatmakemeripmyhairout]

it's five o'clock somewhere by soulreapin

rating: teens

published: 2024-03-09

completed: 2024-03-09

chapters as of may 22, 2024: [1/1]

word count: 8,180

summary: [ A sigh heaves out of Lance’s mouth and he props his elbows onto the counter before dropping his forehead into his hands. “Romelle. Bartender. We’ve been on the same shift for over a year.”

The bartender doesn’t say anything, contemplating. “Oh, she quit.”

“She quit?” Lance repeats, peeling his head from his hands and squinting at the bartender.

Now that they’re closer, Lance can see that there’s a faint scar on the bartender’s otherwise unmarred face, running from his jawline to the right side of his nose. His eyes are, like, forty different colors and Lance cannot tell for the life of him which one takes the lead, so he decides on a blackish-purple. They hide behind thick lashes and offer a no-nonsense look. “Yup. Quit two weeks ago. Don’t you work here? Why are you sitting at my bar?”

or, lance works at the san antonio riverwalk margaritaville as a waiter. during a horrible shift, he sits down at the bar expecting romelle, only to find she’s quit and someone new and beautiful has taken her place. ]

why i am ripping my hair out: what if i told you i am absolutely obsessed with margaritaville and the closest one to me is two hours away.. what if i told you that no matter your distance to the nearest margaritaville, you could experience those awe striking moments all over again from the comfort of your own home -- thats right, your own home!!!!

this fic is everything i love and enjoy in life, klance and margaritaville. im so serious. i went to margaritaville for the first time for my birthday and just thought about klance while i was there and also got drunk and dropped my phone in the toilet, but thats besides the point.

i have had this in my to rec bookmarks since it was written but ive been too busy to post and my retched formatting makes it difficult to rec on the go but anyways im back shout out margaritaville i absolutely adore this fic and it put me onto soulreapin shout out soulreapin if you read this i am subscribed

[bullet-prooflove]

Valentine's Day Bingo: Pink - Connor Rhodes x Reader

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Hitting the Wearing Pink Bingo Square

When Connor first meets you, it’s in the Emergency Room on Valentine’s Day. You’re wearing a pink mini dress that barely covers your assets and fuck me heels. The left side of your face is smeared with blood, the vessels in your left eye an eruption of tiny starbursts. His heart sinks because there’s been a spate of attacks on working girls recently and he thinks he’s looking at a fresh victim.

He’s both right and wrong.

“Look after her alright?” Antonio Dawson tells him as you’re escorted into the medical bay. “She’s my partner.”

A cop then.

It doesn’t take a genius to work out that you were part of a sting to catch the guy whose been beating the hell out of those women.

“Did you get him?” Connor asks, pulling on a fresh set of latex gloves as you sit on the edge of the hospital bed.

Now that he’s up close, he realises it’s not as bad as he once thought. The blood seems to be coming from a cut above your eyebrow, it’s starting to slow at this point. It’s a big gash, he’ll have to have to stitch it. His work is neat, careful but you’re still going to have a scar, he thinks.

“He was in the ambulance behind me.” You inform him as he tilts your head up towards the light and begins to clean the crimson from your skin. “Trust me, he’s worse off than I am.”

He believes you. He can see the grazes across your knuckles as you flex and unflex your hand. Once he’s finished with the mop up he continues with the rest of his examination. He’s as gentle as he can be, his fingers poking and prodding the bones under and around your eye.

“Nothing’s broken.” He tells you as he draws away and busies himself removing the stitch kit from one of the stainless steel drawers in the corner of the bay. “ I’ll get you stitched up and then grab you something else to get changed into.”

It’s a professional courtesy and a human one. He knows that your night doesn’t end when you leave the hospital, you’ll be heading back to the precinct in order to complete your reports on the assault. He assumes you’d rather not do it in a blood stained mini dress.

“I’d appreciate that.” You tell him softly, looking down at the burgundy stains soaked into the fabric. “Antonio’s probably already waiting with the evidence bags.”

“I’m guessing this all came from the perp.” Connor says gesturing at your clothing.  

“I had a push knife.” You say by way of explanation, your gaze straying to the gap in the curtain. There’s a flurry of activity on the opposite side of the glass, you can see Choi barking orders as they angle the stretcher into the bay beside yours.  “I don’t think he’s coming back from that.”

“It depends where you got him.” Connor remarks as he begins the process of stitching your wound together.

“Neck.” You say quietly. “More than once.”

Connor doesn’t speak, his dark eyebrows furrow in concentration. You both know the guy in the next room probably isn’t going to make it.

“You must think I’m cold, the way I’m talking about killing a man.” You say softly, your gaze lowering to the cuts across your knuckles.

“No.” He says honestly as he finishes up his work, snipping the thread carefully. “I treated some of the other girls he hurt...”

He trails off, his mouth fixing into a grim line. You’re not the only one haunted by those girls, you can tell. You’ve seen the pictures, read the reports. He’s been up close with their pain, endured their suffering, their agony.

“I think you’re incredibly brave putting yourself out there like that, not a lot of people would.” He tells you, stripping off the gloves before tossing them into the medical waste bin.

You can read between the lines, you know what he’s not saying. These victims, they’re on the fringes of society, the people that others don’t give a shit about. He’ll be the first to admit he’s jaded, he didn’t expect the police to actually do anything about the problem, a waste of resources he had overheard one cop saying when he was working on the last girl.

“These women.” You say, shaking your head. “They’re just trying to put food on the table, support their families. They don’t deserve what happened to them.”

When he looks back he realises it’s your compassion that he fell in love with, your ability to see the person underneath all the noise. He sees it over and over again throughout the course of your relationship.

He isn’t sure why he’s replaying the day he met you, he thinks it’s because the fleece pyjamas you’re wearing are the same colour as the dress you were clad in that night. The two of you are tucked up in bed together, your body draped across his like a weighted blanket. His palms smooth over your clothing as he holds you close, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. He had never envisioned that it would end up like this, that the woman he met that night would become the one that devoted himself to, the one that he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[soulreapin]

So like.. what about Bartender Keith and Waiter (Or host) Lance at a Restaurant AU of Voltron? Because.. Because yeah. I want a bit of cringy restaurant code-breaking and awkward flirting-

🫶

it’s five o’clock somewhere by soulreapin

1/1, 8.1k, klance, teen&up for swearing

beta read by @nostalgicish once again!!! she makes me sound so much smarter than i am guys + this ask is what inspired this fic!!!

summary: A sigh heaves out of Lance’s mouth and he props his elbows onto the counter before dropping his forehead into his hands. “Romelle. Bartender. We’ve been on the same shift for over a year.”

The bartender doesn’t say anything, contemplating. “Oh, she quit.”

“She quit?” Lance repeats, peeling his head from his hands and squinting at the bartender.

Now that they’re closer, Lance can see that there’s a faint scar on the bartender’s otherwise unmarred face, running from his jawline to the right side of his nose. His eyes are, like, forty different colors and Lance cannot tell for the life of him which one takes the lead, so he decides on a blackish-purple. They hide behind thick lashes and offer a no-nonsense look. “Yup. Quit two weeks ago. Don’t you work here? Why are you sitting at my bar?”

or, lance works at the san antonio riverwalk margaritaville as a waiter. during a horrible shift, he sits down at the bar expecting romelle, only to find she’s quit and someone new and beautiful has taken her place.

[evostar]

The designs and info of isa’s family!!

Firstly Isabela! The mother of Camilo, Antonio and Dolores!! Her life is pretty rough, she was 6 when her father was taken away from her, while witnessing everything. She had a shitty ass husband who made her family’s life a miserable, the only reason she even married him was because of Alma, and arranged marriage. She divorced him 2 years ago and now she’s happily single. Alma still pressures her in this au too but since the divorce Alma has become much more softer and lowered her standards. Before she had Dolores though she had 2 miscarriages because of her husband!

Isabela was a crazy teenager, she also had a normal sistly relationship with mirabel, sometimes she was maybe mean but she knows mirabel knew she didn’t mean it, at least she thinks that. Her life changed when mirabel disappeared, not having mirabel in her wedding or when she had her kids was the worst. Since then she made sure her family was happy so they wouldn’t wanna leave like mirabel too.

It’s true that Isabela is a protective mother and maybe strict (like asian moms) but she’s the most caring person at the same time. You would never catch her be mean to Dolores or any other little kid. She has a nickname for every family member and a flower too!

Camilo is the eldest grandkid, being more than 5 years older than the others is hard for him, he constantly needs to “be a good influence”. Instead he is the most unserious grandkid, but the funniest! Alma tried to get him arranged with many girls but he passed them since he got eyes for an other person ;) He also had a pretty rough childhood because of his father, he abused him often without Isabela knowing and he was a pretty bad trouble kid. He had a close bond with his Tia mirabel though! Many called them “the age gap twins!” Isabela never complained. Camilo is a smoker, not a badly one just the one who smokes time to time, he got the addiction from his father :\ Camilo is 100% a mama’s boy.

He is a hardworking boy, charming and caring. Yet also trouble some and annoying too, he loves it to annoy his younger siblings or cousins, which they all hate from him besides Pepa. Him and Pepa have special bond, it often reminds him of the bond of him and mirabel, he and pepa often do pranks on others together or are just being besties together. He does have a lot going on which he hates, he is called “the one who never cares” often even though it is just hard for him.

Antonio!! He is as tall as canon mirabel in this au, and a bit chubby!! Antonio is a very shy kid and barely doesn’t have any friends, besides his idiotic trio friends, Juancho-Cecilia-Alejandra! The best four group you would see in town, he loves them very much as friends. Like Camilo, Antonio has a got a bd childhood, experiencing the same abuse as Camilo got. That hit his social life a lot and has made him isolated too, his friends and family kept him up the bad weather, which he is thankful for. He got a scar at his lip because when he was very little, he was playing with a Jaguar cup and the mother jaguar approached him and attacked him, just luckily hurting his lip before Diego saved him. (That jaguar turned out to be parces mother!) he’s still pretty childish in this au which makes him adorable, Alma tries to make him get more friends or more popular but he refuses often.

He’s a deliver boy! His main chore is delivering stuff around the down, he doesn’t like it very much but it’s just what he’s got to do, he thinks his gift could be much more useful but no one will listen to him. He’s the second eldest in the family and he quiet does act like a good influence, if it wasn’t for Julieta, Julieta is confirmed to be the best one out of the grandkids. (Well by Alma to say the least.) that doesn’t stop him from still having an good relationship with her.

Dolores is also a shy kid, shy enough for her to get nervous with her family too! She’s a free child who likes music and drawing a lot. Dolores is left unattended often since she’s quiet mature her age but she doesn’t like it to be alone. Her gift ceremony was a half month ago and it’s her nightmare, Dolores hates her gift but in the other side likes it slightly too. It has its own purpose. She didn’t have a too much bad childhood like Antonio and Camilo but unlike them she was a huge daddy’s girl. If he would’ve pushed her away or screamed at her she would still come back because she actually truly loved her dad no matter what but one day when she was 3 he randomly came to her and broke her leg (the reason Isabela divorced him) which broke her heart and now that he’s gone she is heart broken often, but she has grown more attached to antonio and isabela, if you would try and find her just go to either one of them and she’s there with them!

Later on she will meet someone called “senorita maripose” who she will talk to everyday is secret. For her senorita mariposa is a goddess guard guiding her home, like in a fairy tale (at least that’s what she got told by the woman.) Dolores doesn’t have any friends besides her best friend Mariano! She gets to see him very often and she loves him more than anything (not in a love way, they’re still kids!) they do make trouble often together and he’s the one only one who knows about senorita mariposa.

Ivan….yea…don’t got to say much about him. He is not a great guy since he grew up in a weird family. He got arrested 7 years in prison for child abuse and after Isabela found out what he had done everything she destroyed him. But at least he deserved it. He did pretty bad stuff.

Any thoughts on isa’s family? ;)

[lordofspamano]

The song of the merman - a Spamano short story

@spamano-week

The pirate could never leave the song of the merman, which was also his song; their song. He held Lovino, embracing his body, delicate like the heart of a newborn swan. As all mermen, his arms and legs were covered in scales of soft purple, which gleamed like mother of pearl, reflecting the light entering through the roof of the cove.

Now and again, threads of golden light dashed through, a reflection of the jewelry that decorated the pirate's scarred body. To Lovino, who had seen many ships, both above and beneath the waves, Antonio looked like a beautiful old galley that should have sunk a long time ago, but that had survived merely through luck and stubbornness. The golden paint was washing off, the wood creaking, and the sails ragged, yet he had all the will to continue sailing.

They kissed. Lovino pulled him closer and slid his tongue inside the pirate's mouth. Antonio sucked it in, laying back against the rock, his hands diving into Lovino's hair. They kissed again, and again, and Lovino bit him as if to mark him. Antonio gasped, then snickered, then looked at his love in the eyes. It was the merman who spoke.

"Do you see why we take the souls of sailors now?"

"I wonder if this is the fate that awaits most of them, mi pececillo," said the pirate, softly stroking Lovino's cheek.

"Well, you are lucky that I didn't eat you when you fell overboard during the storm. Idiot."

Antonio remained silent for a second, grinning.

"One part of me you could eat, actual-"

There was an enormous splash. Antonio would never not be surprised at the ease with which Lovino could push him off their rock.

As he swam up, Lovino joined him, laughing, and pulled him from his shirt to the surface. Antonio gasped for air and then coughed the water out while Lovino kept on grinning.

The pirate replied with the same expression.

"Joder... Lovino... Cómo te amo."

Antonio was sitting in his cabin, looking at a map. He knew he had to leave the Mediterranean as soon as possible.

Lovino would follow him, that was no problem. But would his men want it so?

He left the map on the table and took a quill to trace a possible route. But when he came back to the map, there was a drop in it. He thought it to be ink at first, but the ink he used wasn't red. It was just in Gibraltar, but it kept expanding. The pirate took out his rapier, dreading the presence of witchcraft nearby. When he turned, he screamed, throwing the table over as he dashed backwards.

"Lémur! Soul of purgatory!" he muttered, his hand shaking.

"You know well who I am, Antonio."

The eyes were the only part of him that wasn't rotten, pale, branded by fiends. They were still the same green tone as Antonio's.

"Stand back! The Devil has sent you!"

"No. It is I who have come here myself. You flee from your responsibility. I died in your place, brother, for you to come here and throw away your life. Go and fight the Turks on the side of the Empire. Do what you must."

Drops of water, as salty as the seas, fell on the cabin floor.

It rained at midnight, but the boat still sailed. Lovino appeared behind the pirate, whose hands held the wheel tighter than he had ever held Lovino.

"Antonio, you whoreson! You part and tell me nothing!"

The pirate turned back to look at him. Antonio's eyes were reddened, his pupils looking like two gaping hollows.

"Lo siento, mi amor. I have something to do. Somewhere else to spend, and end, my life."

Lovino pulled Antonio's forearm, gritting his teeth. He was expecting Antonio to yield and go with him, but no matter how hard he pulled, the pirate did not move. Lovino's scales bristled and shook.

"Come. Antonio, please, I will make you one of my kind! Come with me, fuck! Why don't you speak to me?"

Antonio stood silent. Lovino cursed as he walked around. The storm only became more furious.

"If I hug you, you will pull me to the seas," said Antonio. "How I wish I could let myself hug you. Lovino, there is something you must know. My brother died fighting the turks when it was me who should have gone in his place. I must go and die there, Lovino. I don't know if it's a good thing, but it is the thing to do."

"Bullshit! Complete bullshit! You will come with me!"

"I will not, Lovino. I am sorry. You are the love of my life, but the life I wanted is not the one to which I am duty-bound."

"Duty? For Satan's sake, you fucking bastard! Since when do you care about your responsibility?"

"Now, I guess."

"Aren't I your duty, you ungrateful, shameless, self-pitying fucking wreck? Don't I get anything? Don't I deserve any fucking thing? This is what you're doing to me?"

Antonio couldn't reply.

Lovino couldn't, either.

He jumped off board, sinking into the depths.

That night, Antonio drank and drank, yet he did not drown. He sat in his cabin, with all of his things thrown around, along with furniture broken in fits of rage.

There, he remembered what he had been told once, by an irish sailor that knew the legends of the Merrows. Antonio decided that he had one option, and he was going to take it.

He took the empty bottle, and started blowing into it as if he was playing a flute. He thought of the melodies sung by Lovino, with his beautiful merman voice, and closed his eyes. The sound that came from out his mouth was soft and haunting, almost as if it was his soul singing.

Then, a ball of light went out of his mouth and into the bottle, and Antonio sealed it as if to catch it. He looked at it, barely being able to believe it was really there. The light ball was the size of a firefly, but in a tone of gold-tainted white.

They speak of a Spanish nobleman-turned-pirate, who fled from his duty to the empire, only to come back as a complete demon in the battlefield. No one ever saw him laugh, cry, or express any emotion. His ship simply materialized, followed by black fumes and vultures, with the captain on the deck with his rapier in hand. His men feared him as much as the ottomans did. This horror lasted until a brave soldier, whose name we remember as Sadīk, set fire to his boat and sent it to the depths.

What they won't tell you is that, on the night that this spanish man became that soulless husk, he was looking at the moon reflected on the seas, holding a bottle with a ball of light inside. A bottle that he threw into the depths, perhaps as an offering, perhaps as an escape.

Perhaps someone, some day, will find the bottle, or maybe it has already been found. I like to think that its owner holds it close to his chest, and sings to it every dusk and every dawn, with that secret music that only the mermen know. And that maybe, the bottle sings too, and their song is one.

[danilovefest]

Dani, his parents, and his physiotherapist talk about his injuries. Part 1. Part 2. Transcription: [Commentator: Dovizioso, Lorenzo and Pedrosa are all down!] Dani: One injury two injuries, three injuries, four injuries, it depends on the time [frame] they happen in. No, they don't affect much. But… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, so many in a row, together, they do. Injuries at key moments leave deeper scars. They're harder to forget. They're moments that stay with you. They can have an impact on your character, your perspective or your focus on the future. I don't know exactly how many stitches I have. But I'm sure that I have more than 200. They're life experiences, at the end of the day, and you have to find the positive aspect. Antonio Pedrosa, Dani's dad: The truth is when I've seen him suffer, I've regretted it. And I blamed myself for that accident, because I put him there. But then I would see him, he'd get better, and I'd see that he wanted to continue and get back on the bike. And I'd forget about it. But I have felt guilty. [Dani, on video at the hospital: They asked whether I want to go home early or not, I said I'd wait to see how I feel.] Basila Ramal, Dani's mom: Dani has so much love for what he does, he loves motorcycle racing, so… he has so much passion that I think that's where he finds his strength to keep going and to get back on the bike. Juan Martínez, Dani's physiotherapist: The brain is different. The person is different, your life has changed because now you know pain. You could have died. You could have seriously hurt yourself. Dani's problem is his bad luck when he falls because he has a bone structure that is so fine, like a child's skeleton, every time he falls, it breaks. It's like glass.

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Franca "Major" Lorenzetti Biography

Basic Information

Citizenship: British Italian Language(s): English, Italian Place of Birth: Yorkshire, England.  Date of Birth: 01/07/1993 Occupation: Combat Medical Technician, 141 Status: Alive

Physical Appearance

Eyes: Green Hair: Brown Skin: Olive White Tattoo(s): she has 2. Right scapula, which is a greyscale death head moth and the other is on her outer left ankle. This is of a rubber ducky wearing a military helmet and has a sergeant rank pinned to its chest. She lost a bet and wasn’t about to back down from having it done.  Scar(s): over the left part of her stomach - gained during a tour of Afghanistan. Face Claim: Ana De Armas Description: Franca is the tallest female in her immediate family, standing at 5 foot 7 inches tall. She looks more like her mother, with almond shaped eyes that slightly curves upwards at the outer edge, framed by thick, long black lashes. Her brows are full, long and shaped naturally slender. There is a part of her left brow, towards the forefront that has a slightly faded spot caused by a birthmark. It can no longer be seen, though it was once quite red in early childhood.  Her eyes are a deep green with a straight, thin nose, with the tip slightly button like. Her lips are more to the thinning side, deep pink in colour and she has a straight set of teeth from wearing braces as a teen.  When not in her military uniform, she can be caught sporting a mix of hoodies, jackets, jeans, joggers, trainers, boots or gym wear. You’ll never really catch her wearing makeup or dressing up overly feminine as dresses make her uncomfortable. She does dress up occasionally, but only for events or special occasions.  She has a well-toned build, strong, but she tends to focus her fitness on stamina and endurance strength, rather than brute force. 

Personality

Like(s): coffee, the colours green and lavender, her job, dogs, animals in general, adrenaline rushes, motorbikes, amaretto, chocolate covered marzipan, meaningful conversation none of that smalltalk bullshit, saying enough with a few words, sketching people when they don’t know, watching cop shows, listening to classical guitar and piano, creative swearing, cooking for others given the chance.  Dislike(s): slow conversation, small talk, egotistical males, her father, being treated like she is stupid, being spoken down to, being called ‘doll’ or ‘honey’, spiders and crickets, bland foods, being sick, having people fuss over her, having random people touch her without her permission or without warning, cold weather, baths, the sound of people chewing, the sound of ticking clocks.  Strength(s): logical, firm, quick thinker, resourceful, trustworthy and loyal. Weakness: risky, sometimes quick to anger, sometimes can deviate from given orders, self-sacrificing at times, overcautious with trust, guarded in personal affairs, can be judgemental. 

Relationships

Parent(s): Antonio and Alessandra Lorenzetti Sibling(s): Vincenzo (younger brother) and Carlotta (older sister) Friend(s): Gaz, Soap Spouse(s): potentially Ghost  Children: none yet

Biography

Franca was born in Northern England to Italian born parents, Antonio and Alessandra. Most of her childhood memories are consumed by the strictness of her conservative, religious father. His views on what a woman should be was very traditional and fought daily to ingrain the ideology into his daughters; that women were meant to serve their husband and be a good housewife. He told his daughters that he expected them to marry, not to work, and be a good wife to his future son-in-laws. While Franca's mother and sister, Carlotta, were content with following along with this mindset, she did not. Her father was just as strict on her younger brother, feeding him that he was to grow up and find a wife, work for his family and be the 'bread winner'. Now Franca had no issue with someone deciding to be a housewife, but she knew that kind of life was not for her. She was always drawn to hobbies that were deemed 'for boys' and were 'not lady-like'. When Franca turned 16, she had filled out an application form to join the British Army, taking this decision to her parents. In response, her father grew furious, berating her. The arguments that followed were brutal, abusive and only proved to push Franca further into her decision to join the military. These arguments were fought solely alone, as her mother and older sister were too scared to stand up against her father and her younger brother was too young to understand what was happening. During one of these arguments, Antonio stated that if she decided to go through with her decision to join that she would be classed as dead to the family, that she would amount to nothing, end up on the street and be disgraced. In a fit of anger, a response to his words, Franca said fine by me. She would rather be dead to them and actually try and do something with her life, than to end up miserable as a housewife because it just wasn't the life she wanted. She sends off her application. Franca completes her basic training, then goes on to complete her training to become a Combat Medic. She passes with flying colours and the favour of her instructors. Throughout multiple tours in Afghanistan, Franca is attached to different regiments as a medic. It is one of these tours, where she is attached to the Infantry, that Franca's actions got her on Captain Price's radar when he eventually comes to decide who he wants for Taskforce 141.

[sundove88]

Despicable Me (Sundove88’s Version Casting)

You can find the original Here.

A man who delights in all things wicked, supervillain Guzma hatches a plan to steal the moon. Surrounded by an army of little green bug types and his impenetrable arsenal of weapons and war machines, Guzma makes ready to vanquish all who stand in his way. But nothing in his calculations and groundwork has prepared him for his greatest challenge: three adorable orphan girls who want to make him their dad.

Now that Guzma has forsaken a life of crime to raise Nezuko, Eri, and Lillie, he's trying to figure out how to provide for his new family. As he struggles with his responsibilities as a father, the Anti-Villain League, an organization dedicated to fighting evil, comes calling. The AVL sends Guzma on a mission to capture the perpetrator of a spectacular heist, for who would be better than the world's greatest ex-villain to capture the individual who seeks to usurp his power.

The mischievous bug types hope that Guzma will return to a life of crime after the new boss of the Anti-Villain League fires him. Instead, Guzma decides to remain retired and travel to Freedonia to meet his long-lost twin brother for the first time. The reunited siblings soon find themselves in an uneasy alliance to take down the elusive Binary Bard, a former Astro Knights inventor who seeks revenge against the world.

Evolving from single-celled multicolored organisms at the dawn of time, bug types live to serve, but find themselves working for a continual series of unsuccessful masters, from T. Rex to Napoleon. Without a master to grovel for, the Bug Types fall into a deep depression. But one bug type, Golisopod, has a plan; accompanied by his pals Accelgor and Escavalier, Golisopod sets forth to find a new evil boss for his brethren to follow. Their search leads them to Maleficent, the world's first-ever super-villainess.

In the 1970s, young Guzma tries to join a group of supervillains called the Vicious 6 after they oust their leader -- the legendary fighter Jiraiya. When the interview turns disastrous, Guzma and his Bug Types go on the run with the Vicious 6 hot on their tails. Luckily, he finds an unlikely source for guidance -- Jiraiya himself -- and soon discovers that even bad guys need a little help from their friends.

Guzma as Felonius Gru (Pokemon)

Beedrill as Bob (Pokemon)

Centiskorch as Carl (Pokemon)

Golisopod as Kevin (Pokemon)

Escavalier as Stuart (Kirby)

Accelgor as Jerry (Kirby)

Dustox as Mel (Kirby)

Butterfree as Dave (Kirby)

Ledian as Tim (Kirby)

Yanmega as Otto (Pokemon)

Ribombee as Themselves/Gru’s Emotional Support (Pokemon)

Eri as Agnes (My Hero Academia)

Nezuko as Margo (Demon Slayer)

Lillie as Edith (Pokemon)

Awoofy as Kyle (Kirby)

Agatha as Marlena Gru (Pokemon)

Professor Turo as Dr. Nefario (Pokemon)

Ghetsis as Robert Gru (Pokemon)

Kai Chisaki as Vector (My Hero Academia)

Scar as Mr. Perkins (The Lion King)

Zira as Herself/Mrs. Perkins (The Lion King)

Dolores Umbridge as Miss Hattie (Harry Potter)

Raiden Shogun as Lucy Wilde (Genshin Impact)

Asgore as Silas Ramsbottom

(Undertale)

Ruto as Jillian (The Legend of Zelda)

Magda as Shannon (The Legend of Zelda)

Vaati as Antonio Perez (The Legend of Zelda)

Ganondorf as Eduardo Perez/El Macho (The Legend of Zelda)

Lady Maud as Herself/El Macho’s Wife (The Legend of Zelda)

Maleficent as Scarlet Overkill (Sleeping Beauty)

Hades as Herb Overkill (Hercules)

Mal as herself/Scarlet's Daughter

(Descendants)

Felix as Walter Nelson (Encanto)

Pepa as Madge Nelson (Encanto)

Dolores as Tina Nelson (Encanto)

Camilo as Walter Nelson Jr. (Encanto)

Antonio as Binky Nelson (Encanto)

Various Villains as the Villain Con

Attendees

N Harmonia as Dru Gru (Pokemon)

Youngster Joey as Himself/Dru's Adoptive Son (Pokemon)

Binary Bard as Balthazar Bratt (Poptropica)

Holmes as Clive (Poptropica)

Monster Kid as Niko (Undertale)

Gogoat as Lucky (Pokemon)

Jiraiya as Wild Knuckles (Naruto)

Magica De Spell as Belle Bottom (Ducktales)

Haxorous as Dragon!Belle Bottom (Pokemon)

The Ghoulfather as Jean Clawed (Yo-Kai Watch)

Annihilape as Monkey!Jean Clawed (Pokemon)

Gaston as Stronghold (Beauty and The Beast)

Tauros as Ox!Stronghold (Pokemon)

Queen Grimhilde as Nunchuck (Snow White and The 7 Dwarves)

Arbok as Snake!Nunchuck (Pokemon)

Jafar as Svengeance (Aladdin)

Incineroar as Tiger!Svengance (Pokemon)

Korina as Master Chow (Pokemon)

Duke Caboom as The Biker (Toy Story)

Here’s your hint to the next Crossover Casting (It’s Don Bluth):

👸🇷🇺🎶

[tr4umaborn]

** IMPORTANT INFO RE: TJ HAMMOND

a study in. drug abuse / addiction,  self harm,  suicidal ideation / attempts,  over dosing,    bipolar I disorder  (  which includes mania episodes,  heavy depressive episodes,  anxiety,  and minor psychosis breaks  ),  bdsm / submissive behaviors,  sex as a coping mechanism,  in being the bad twin,  the nature of growing up addicted,  undiagnosed mental illness, the golden gay, an opposite role model, making music until your fingers bleed, the minor chord, living fast dying young

full name. thomas james hammond also known as. tj, teej, golden boy date of birth. 02 / 19 / 1984 age. 38 zodiac. pisces sun / libra moon / leo rising gender. male (ish) pronouns. he / they romantic orientation. homoromantic sexual orientation. homosexual occupation. pianist / influencer / model species. human birthplace. raleigh, north carolina, united states current home. new york city, ny, us nationality. he's never asked beyond being american ethnicity. just another dumbass white boy language(s). english parents. president elain barrish, former president bud hammond siblings. twin brother - douglas hammond other family members. lydia martin - basically a sister thanks significant other + children.  canon: mieczyslaw stilinski-hammond (husband) @mieczlw jason stilinski-hammond (son) @jasnstilnski the bee and jenna cinematic universe: antonio dominico marcus rizzotti marvel au: bucky barnes @whtwclf faceclaim. thomas doherty hair. brown + short eyes. baby blues height. 6 ft build. as an addict: too skinny for his own good when sober: muscular from getting addicted to the gym dominant hand. left scars. one of his left arm from the singular time he shot up, plenty of scars on his chest and back for boys who were too rough both in the bedroom and in the bar tattoo. many small pieces in easily coverable places piercings. one on his right ear, many on his left ear, had an eyebrow piercing decided against it, nose stud and septum vurrent positive traits. sensitive, whimsical, romantic, charming, artistic, gentle, love of beauty and harmony negative traits. gullible, gregarious, dependent, cagey likes. giving and receiving gifts, sweets, coffee, massages, cocaine (unfortunately), fuck boys (even more unfortunately) dislike. being wrong, being proven wrong, fears & phobias. disappointment, drowning wishes & dreams. to not be in the spotlight because of his family, but instead because of himself. mbit. ESFP - The Entertainer moral alignment. neutral evil enneagram type. type 3 - the achiever

biography.

 THE GOLDEN SON  𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. now imagine the feeling of floating away into the nether reaches of space. imagine the way slipping up into the air would make you feel – do you feel the air around you at all? is there enough oxygen to make the trip sliding up through the sky and into the unknown worth it? or will the whole experience just leave you clawing at your own skin because it’s burning from the inside out without the attentive oxygen filling up your pores?

the headline read : 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 but there’s nothing golden about the downward decent into enveloping madness. he was not born mad ( and really is anyone? ) but had the madness set upon him by the events that took place. born ninety seconds before his twin brother douglas, thomas james hammond was smiling when he came out into the world. it may be hard to tell now, but from that first moment he has always known that he wanted to experience all that life had to offer. the happiness didn’t end much at all in the first ten years of his life ( except for when it did, but according to doctors he was simply a growing boy with a growing mind ). even through the first campaign and moving into the white house ( seven year olds still in awe that they have this much space to play in ) his smile stayed so strong. there were things that made it even brighter : his brother, his mama, telling stories with a flashlight under the blanket long past their bedtime. but there was one thing that kept him happy, kept the madness at bay when it threatened to show its burning head.

music never wanted to kill him. while it may be an artist’s curse to feel everything so fucking fully, it isn’t the art form that grabbed him with sharp jaws. he picked up his first piece of sheet music at three years old, and everyone in the family broke out the camcorders. 𝐨𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 they’d say as he banged tiny fingers on keys. those tiny fingers grew into the keys. passion and music weaved together, only those within his most inner circle allowed to see what really showed. books upon books begin to get filled through the years. music notes that look like water as they swim across the pages of score sheets. his happiness isn’t dependent on his music, but his music has always and will always provide him with natural serotonin that he chases after in the powder of small bags.

fear and loathing keep him from doing well in school. doug is the favorite twin with grades and extra curriculars that fill out the resume how every college wishes it would. he’ll go to princeton or yale or harvard or wherever the fuck he wants and tj instead knows exactly where he’s headed ( 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ) but his steps to get there are the difficult part. first he must survive high school : where his best friends are snow and addie. they provide the blanket of protection he needs when he finds himself on the wrong side of his first tmz article.

the first son is a fag? it didn’t say that, but when he read it it really may as well have. the world plucked him from the closet just before y2k ; a fifteen year old boy with a life sentence. first came tmz, then the times article, and then before he knew it he’s suddenly the country’s most famous gaybie. to america that makes him their sweetheart, but the world never knows what sweethearts do when they’re craving sweet tarts.

the same year he found himself on the wrong side of a conversation. while the world doesn’t know it, having your father be the 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚 really makes these trying times much easier to keep undisclosed, he knows the truth of it all. the good ole boy’s private school couldn’t have a drug addicted slut making a bad name for their school, so they banished him to the other realm. or you know. . . expelled him. he finds himself in the countryside of france for the next two years where catholicism is the ruling decree and drug addicts rule the halls. it’s here he rules the school with charlotte arnold by his side, and cross my heart and hope to die those two are a dangerous duo.

college isn’t for everyone, but for a hammond it is an expectation. he’ll start his education one place, and eventually end it in another. the location doesn’t matter : after all there are phones on cameras and street corners now. his antics can destroy his life no matter what he ends up. wherever he is, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.

 COCAINE DREAMS  and what about the snow? playing in the white confection as the world keeps spinning around you. it’s comfortable, holding you and keeping you warm when the world outside is desperately freezing. why wouldn’t you jump into it’s open arms that widen more for you? it doesn’t feel good to leave it’s grasp so you stay there. where you are wanted. where you are needed. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝.

he feels everything so fully that even empathy doesn’t cover it. with elders describing his symptoms as a side effect of drug abuse, tj knows the symptoms came first. 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 ( and if only when he screamed it was outside of his mind ) they wouldn’t feel the pain of every time he runs. snow opens her beautiful arms for him and through out his twenties he jumped too far into her arms. some moments were easy – someone at a party helped him sleep it off or his few friends gave him the space to grieve the loss of his sanity. other moments hurt more – nearly dying in a crackhouse in canada just over the border line from buffalo. or the time he thought a bottle of downers was a bottle of uppers and sent himself spiraling more when trying to fix his own problems. he’ll hurt those he loves with every gram that goes up his nose.

after tj and doug turned 24, elaine barrish hammond began her first campaign for president. in a never shocking turn of events, people seemed more interested in a third term of bud ( even though they knew the scandals he locked in his closet ) instead of elaine. he doesn’t care ; after all, a tour de usa means he can find a fuck in all 50 states. they want to use him as a puppet like always? not a person, not a son, but a 𝐭𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞.

she ends up secretary of state, and tj ends up with a forced residency in dc once again. at 25 years old he is beginning to 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. no one notices when republican senator sean reeves of ohio begins to steal glances at the ex first son. what’s worse is the reciprocation. tj on the wrong end of those glances turns into allowing someone to devour him whole while knowing he’ll spit him up and throw him out. the details of his sobriety, and his happiness, are unfortunately unimportant ( after all, they come at the hands of a false idol ) and instead the focus shifts to the inevitable ending. our sweetheart feels the false love ooze from every pore ; it leaves him as the tears spill from his red rimmed eyes. there’s a car, and a garage, and it’s all he can think to do in a split second. how might a mother, who loves her children with all of her heart despite how she hurts them so, feel when she finds her son no longer inhaling fumes because he’s passed out? ask elaine barrish.

no one knows for over a year, names and pseudonyms being confused and dispersed. forced sobriety normally didn’t work for tj, but this time rehab seemed to get through to him. he can maintain a sense of sobriety, nothing that’s considered illegal or prescribed to others, until 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. the puppet is now a pawn, an article being published on the suicide attempt of america’s sweetheart. he watches the story unfold on the news while sharing a straw to soak up snow on his dealer’s couch.

the rest of his life will never look the same. he realizes that sobriety is a privilege he has to work for. feeling everything makes the lows lower and the highs higher. when no one will name it ( maybe one day a doctor will say the word bipolar to him outloud ) how can you treat it? mania gives him excitement, but with it comes his chest being ripped to shreds by his own mind. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭?

[the-sisters-madrigal]

Hi! Love your blog! My sister and I love love love Encanto (me more so) and it's my favourite ever Disney movie ever!

I have the headcanon set in modern times that after seeing the barbie movie, Luisa buys herself an emotional support barbie so she gives herself the childhood she didn't get. Also in relation to this, after the events of the movie, Pepa and Isabela bond over the trauma of having to suppress their gifts and being seen as perfect to keep up appearances. Isabela finds her old dolls from when she was a kid and seeing how she's not that girl anymore, she goes ham in destroying them and essentially pulls a Sid from Toy Story. Pepa helps in this therapy by using her lightning and its beautiful.

Other hcs include...

Mariano still being a himbo! One Christmas, Alma says they had an important visitor and Mariano deadass asks if it's Santa. It's padre fransico from a neighbouring church. This one is based off my sister at work, who, last Christmas, asked if the special visitor they were getting was Santa as 'christmas' and 'special visitor' usually means him. It was safeguarding people.

Behind the donkey shed is a popular place for couples to have alone time together. Both Pepa and Luisa can attest to this.

Dolores was adamant about wanting a baby sibling for Christmas, to the point where she held the baby who was the baby Jesus in the nativity hostage. Pepa and Félix did not think that negotiating with a three year old would be on their parenting duties and yet there they were.

Antonio is an oops baby. Very much welcomed, but an oops baby nonetheless. Pepa and Félix swore that after Camilo, there was to be no more. Cue Dolores' quinciñera where they had too much to drink and figured they were too old to need protection. The morning sickness five weeks later proved otherwise.

Thank you so, so much! I love me some Encanto, too 🥰 I took a little break for a while, but I'm back on it now 😂

And my goodness, these are some awesome headcanons!! I'll address each of these and number them so I can keep track 💗💗💗

I have honestly never much considered an modern AU for this group, but I have to admit, that's a really intriguing idea! And Pepa and Isabela bonding is pretty awesome, too, even if it's something I've never thought a lot about either (a lot of my thoughts belong to the three sisters 😅) However, I have to admit, the thought of Isabela destroying Barbie's in Sid-like fashion is the stuff that horror movies are made of 😂 However, I could very much picture it 🤣

I absolutely love Mariano being a himbo. He is literally the sweetest and he's got the spirit, but idk 😂

Now all I'm picturing is Luisa walking up after a hard day of gathering donkeys that she shouldn't have to gather in the first place and coming upon Pepa and Félix back there behind the donkey shed 🤣 Poor baby Luisa gonna be scarred for life

My goodness, I could definitely see Dolores wanting a baby sibling 🥺 And holding the nativity Jesus baby hostage is hilarious 😂💖 The question is did she want a boy or a girl or was she good with whichever? I kinda picture her being cool with either, but that might be based on my own experiences as a little kid wanting a sibling.

And my gosh, it's crazy you say this because I was literally telling my dad this the other day. I was forcing him to look at some of the Encanto characters (as you do) and I was looking at those kids thinking, "Dang, somebody done had an oopsie." 🤣

Thank you for sharing these delightful headcanons! 🥰💗💗💗

[opulentsarina]

@thenxghtwemxt | Elisa & Antonio | Entrance of Paço Imperial | blood tw

The woman who was once the Queen of Brazil limps up to the impressive gates of the palace. No one has seen her on the grounds until now because she didn't want them to; her life has been lived in shadow, one dark corner to the next. She appears as if out of thin air, out of a dream. Her hair is matted and roughly cut, her eyes sunken, her body littered with scars and some still-fresh wounds. The dress is not one of royalty or even a peasant. It's gray and cheaply made, in tatters on one of the sleeves, along the hem. She has been missing for twenty two years.

She ducks inside, head down, walking along with a cart carrying supplies. Even now, so out of place amongst the well dressed courtiers, the soldiers and the nobles, few spare her a glance. It isn't until she approaches the heavy doors of the palace itself that the guards are alert. Swiftly, the once-queen surges forward, leaning against the doors enough to shake them before the guards push her back. She is exhausted. Her legs ache. Her bottom lip is split. The tears push down her dirt streaked face and she wails, a sound so full of grief that some of the guards are startled.

"No, please, I have to see the king," she chants. "I just need to see King Antonio. Just for a moment. Please." More guards come rushing, more rough hands grip her shoulders. "Please, my name is Elisa de Alcântara. I need to see my husband! Please, just let me see the king!"

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

Butchy's Basic Info

Name: Biagio Antonio Bandoni

Now, I must say, it was only hard for me to pick one 60s - Michael Parks 80s - Tom Cruise (Top Gun) 90s - Barry Watson (7th Heaven) now - Cody Christian (All-American)

Nicknames: Butchy, Butch (close friends only), Babs (Lela’s first nickname for him when they were little that sort of stuck through the years), and Forty (his football number in high school that some of the locals call him)

Age: 21

Date of Birth: April 18

Zodiac: Aries

Birthstone: Diamond

Nationality: Italian-American

Sexuality: Straight

Birthplace: Their old family home in Tampa, Florida

Current Residence: Three Palms Point, St. Pete Beach, Florida

Occupation: Mechanic 

Talents/Skills: He’s played piano since he was little, he’s great at keeping plants alive (unlike his sister), he can write pretty good poems and short stories if he has the chance to sit and focus, and he can fix almost anything if he puts his mind to it - not just cars and bikes.

Birth order: Oldest of two

Siblings: Lelanna “Lela” Charlotte

Parents: Enzo Ferruccio Bandoni and Stella Valentina Bianchi

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Height: 6’2”

Race: White

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black

Glasses or contact lenses: Just reading glasses and, though he can read without them, if he goes too long without them, he gets migraines.

Distinguishing features: Multiple injuries from a motorcycle accident, most scars remaining in the area around his shoulder, upper back, and ribcage. Also, he has two tattoos - Mick’s initials under his wedding ring to match the one she has of his initials, and a small moth on his ribcage (a representation of transformation, change, hope, and new beginnings).

Mannerisms: Constantly spinning his wedding ring, running his hands through his hair, and humming while he works on things

Health: He’s in pretty good health, but he gets pain in his back and shoulder when it rains, something he says makes him feel a lot older than he is.

Hobbies: Writing, playing football, drag racing on the weekends with friends (much to Mick’s chagrin), making incredible grilled cheese sandwiches, and playing piano on his days off

Greatest flaw (in their opinion): How stuck in his ways he can be. Butchy likes things the way they are. He’s used to doing things a certain way and he doesn’t like when things go off of their typical course. Butchy likes routine and normality - the usual ebb and flow of life - but when something or someone interrupts the flow of his life, he sometimes struggles to find a way to allow them in. You’d see this a lot when new people are introduced to his life who aren’t directly related to the people he cares about. While he was great at accepting Royce and Bentley into his life, allowing Carrie into the picture was a years-long struggle. Sometimes, he has a harder time letting new things happen, but he’s learning how to handle that at his own pace with the help of those around him.

Best quality (in their opinion): Selflessness. As the designated dad friend of the group, he’s forever putting other’s needs before his own - sometimes to his own detriment - but he’s proud of the fact that everyone sort of turns to him when they need something. They know he’s there for them no matter what and he loves it when someone comes to him, looking for help or even just someone to talk to. Regardless of whether or not he had plans already, he would set nearly anything aside for a friend or family member. His friends constantly come to him when they need help and he can’t help but smile and agree as he feels needed for something. When the kids come up asking him for help with friendship issues or drama problems or, heck, even dating issues, he feels like a proud dad/uncle. It makes him feel complete, in a way, that the people he loves would come to him for help.

Biggest fear: Being unable to protect those he cares about. He first realized this when he and Lela were younger and he found out she was being picked on. Being older and stuck in the next school up from her, he was unable to rush to her aid whenever she needed him, and it hurt. By the time Miles came into the picture, he was taller, stronger, and able to help, but he wasn’t there when Miles got jumped - another tally on the list of people he couldn’t protect. When Mick came around, he originally pushed back the idea of being with her to save himself from letting down someone else. However, that didn’t last long and he’s done everything in his power to keep her safe. When he sees the kids running around town on their bikes, causing their typical mayhem, he wants to join them to make sure nothing happens, but forces himself to stand back with the knowledge that he’ll be there when they fall. He hates the thought of being unable to protect the people he cares about, but he’s working on being able to understand that he can’t surround the whole world in bubble wrap just to make sure nobody gets hurt. 

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Favorite ice cream: Banana cream pie

Favorite color: Blue

Favorite number: 40, for his football number, and 320, for the date he and Mick got married on - March 20th, the first day of spring.

Favorite songs: You Rang My Bell by Jamey Foxton, Somebody To Love by Queen, and I Was Made for Lovin’ You by KISS

Favorite movies: Die Hard, Forrest Gump, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, Deadpool, and Ghostbusters

Favorite TV shows: The Dick Van Dyke Show, Counting Cars, Bonanza, Twin Peaks, and The Golden Girls

Favorite books: Sins of the Father by Vincent B. Davis II, A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin, The Iliad and The Odyssey, To Kill a Mockingbird, and basically anything to do with Sherlock Holmes

Favorite video games: Borderlands, Portal, Ghost of Tsushima

A musical they like: Hadestown

A place they want to visit: Monte Carlo, Monaco

[gargarismo-blog1]

Texas Scorchers MYTHOLOGIK Releasing Full-Length Debut, Blood in the Sky, on June 14!

San Antonio (TX) - Texas scorchers MYTHOLOGIK are proud to announce the forthcoming release of debut full-length album, Blood in the Sky, on June 14!

A lyric video for first single "Scorched Earth" is out now! Designed by Bryan Eckermann, the song comes raging out of the gate, setting the stage for the full album to come. Check it out at: youtu.be/05mEPQs0WG0.

"Scorched Earth" is also availble on Bandcamp, Spotify, and Apple Music.

A scorching heavy metal band from the boiling heat of Texas, featuring multi-instrumentalist Bryan Eckermann (Solo Artist, Scars of the Flesh, ex-Wings of Abaddon) on all instruments and Joe Gregory (Valkyrie TX) on Vocals. Mixing Eckermann's Melodic Blackened Death Metal musical tendencies with Gregory's Aggressive/Soaring vocals the likes of early/Mid 80's Thrash Metal. The result is something odd yet unique.

Their debut self-titled EP was released in 2023 and brought the initial vision to life. Now they are back with a proper full-ength onslaught, Blood in the Sky, for 2024, further developing and expanding upon their unique blend of metal. 

Pre-order:

mythologik.bandcamp.com/album/blood-in-the-sky

Track Listing:

1 - Blood in the Sky

2 - Lord Death

3 - Scorched Earth

4 - Fallen Empire

5 - Satanael

6 - Disease of the Soul

7 - Dark Waters

8 - Purgatorium

9 - Epilogue

Recorded, engineered, produced, mixed and mastered by Bryan Eckermann at Bonespill Studios.

Lyrics by Joe Gregory

Music by Bryan Eckermann

Artwork by Bryan Eckermann

[likeakiss]

licking blood from your teeth. a raised scar. the old east end. testing the cut on your lip with your tongue. a loud bang from somewhere in the distance. ringing in your ears. refusing to change. slicking back your hair. whiskey and cigarillos. shoot first, ask questions later. remembering where you came from. having to fight for everything you’ve got. violence as a language that everyone understands. exit wounds. the pig-headed belief that you’re always right. struggling to let things go.

statistics.

full name:  joaquin vidal nickname(s)/alias(es):  keen, the crooked hand name meaning:  established by god age:  fifty-seven date of birth:  april 16th star sign:  aries place of birth:  poplar, london (now tower hamlets) current location:  lambeth, london gender:  cis-male pronouns:  he/him sexual orientation:  bisexual religion:  raised catholic (not a very good catholic) occupation:  mob boss family:  david flores (father, estranged), alejandra franklin (née vidal, mother), bernard “bernie” franklin (step-father, estranged), ricardo “ricky” franklin and antonio “tony” franklin (half-brothers, estranged), emilia franklin (half-sister, estranged) “sweeney todd” (ex-wife) education level:  didn’t even get his o levels (old man equivalent to gcses) living arrangements:  a modern warehouse conversion in stockwell financial status:  wealthy spoken languages:  english, spanish

inspirations.

reggie kray (legend) harry (in bruges) tyler durden (fight club) euron greyjoy (game of thrones) maxwell roth (assassin’s creed: syndicate) reyes vidal (mass effect: andromeda) bill sykes (oliver twist)

biography. (tws for poverty, xenophobia, violence, unhealthy relationship dynamics)

A third generation Peruvian immigrant, Joaquin Vidal has never known any home but London. Born and raised in Poplar (a notoriously impoverished area of the city) life was always going to be a struggle for his family - for stability, for money, for respect - but struggle they did. Joaquin’s grandparents went about things the old fashioned way, sacrificing every last shred of their dignity to scrape together enough money to take over the lease on the local newsagent after the previous owner passed away. They managed it, just barely, but even at the tail-end of the sixties, Poplar wasn’t the most tolerant of places, and the shopfront was regularly graffitied or worse.

By the time Joaquin was born, the Vidals had come to realise that London’s streets weren’t paved with gold, as they had hoped they would be when they arrived in England. They had their shop, true, but it wasn’t enough - the family was still living on top of each other, three generations packed into two rooms, living hand-to-mouth. His mother, Alejandra, was only sixteen when she discovered she was expecting, and a wedding was quickly organised in a desperate attempt to hang on to the precious little respectability the Vidals had garnered within their community. It was only two years before Joaquin's father vanished into the night, never to be seen again.

Joaquin was still young when he started looking for trouble (or when trouble started looking for him, as he’d always insist). He was a handsome, charismatic teenager, with a swagger in his step and an appetite for violence that only comes from feeling like you’ve got something to prove. It seemed as if he was destined for gang life from the get go, smoothly transitioning from playground bust-ups and brawling in the streets to the well-paid world of underground fighting. Joaquin was a workhorse in the ring, a surprisingly lithe figure that categorically refused to stay down, and it made him a hugely valuable commodity as a prize fighter. He would do whatever it took to win, and then some.

It was around this time that he set his sights on a woman known to the Jolly Rogers as Sweeney Todd. The former Crooked Hand, a man by the name of Alistair Winchester, had heard of Joaquin’s success on the underground fighting circuit, and was actively trying to recruit him to his cause. Sweeney was Alistair’s niece, and had been embroiled in the workings of the gang since she was very young, meaning she was already well established as a career assassin. Joaquin was drawn to her immediately - he knew they were made for each other.

As his relationship with Sweeney developed, Joaquin became as assimilated into the Jolly Roger lifestyle as she was, working his way up from pit fighter to contract killer in a matter of years. He would always prefer working with his hands (or, rather, his fists), but he learnt to wield a gun with precision and deadly force. As a rule, Joaquin and Sweeney were not supposed to work contracts together - they were both experts in their craft, but their dynamic was volatile and unpredictable, entirely inexplicable to anyone but themselves. People used to say that one day they’d either kill each other, or end up married - they chose the latter.

Realistically, it was never going to last between them - in fact, it’s some kind of miracle (or maybe a curse) that their marriage survived the eleven years it did. After one, final, explosive argument, the Vidals separated for good, but angry as they were, they couldn’t stay away from each other for long. Joaquin started taking contracts abroad, furthering his reputation with the Rogers while doing his best to forget about Sweeney. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t move on from her. He’s never been good at letting go.

When Alistair Winchester shit the bed and got himself nicked, it was only a matter of time before someone was called in to clean up his mess. Following the customary vote between senior members of the gang, Joaquin was compelled to return from his work overseas, not so much stepping into Alistair's shoes as kicking them out of his way. He never sought the title of the Crooked Hand, and his election came as a surprise, but who is he to spit in the face of democracy? If the Jolly Rogers wanted a show of force, Joaquin Vidal would be the one to give it to them.

He's been the head honcho for coming up on four years now, driving the Jolly Rogers into an era of prosperity that puts old man Winchester's legacy to shame. The treaty is starting to chafe at him, though, his patience for niceties running dangerously thin. No, he thinks its high time his people start making some more aggressive plays - show the Jabberwocks and everyone else who really runs the streets of London.

other things.

Before he was the Crooked Hand, Joaquin was known as Sykes, after the character from Oliver Twist. Not the most flattering of code names, but he’s never been much of a reader, and didn’t understand the connotations until much later on. 

Joaquin calls in on his mother approximately once every six months. They didn’t have the best of relationships after she remarried and started a new better family, but she’s old now, and the only surviving relative he’s still in touch with.

He's not usually much of a gambler, but he goes out of his way to attend the Royal Ascot every year, delighting both in betting on the horse races and terrorising the unfortunate toffs forced to share space with him for the duration of the event.

He’s a passionate West Ham supporter, and will thank you not to remind him how poorly they’ve been performing in the premiere league.

To date, Joaquin has never seen a cow in real life.

There isn’t a single event that could convince Joaquin to wear a tie. He didn’t even wear one to his wedding.

[eltriador]

------continued from here.

HE'D HEARD EVERYTHING that had to do with what he was a thousand times before . sometime between now and when he finally hit the grave he'd probably hear it at least a thousand times more , but lee rolled easy with the punches . he always did . life was too fucking difficult to take so seriously ( and he'd had enough seriousness in those first few decades to last him the rest of however fucking long he was stuck here , anyway ) . for now he'd settle for the brisk laugh of a beautiful woman , despite how self - deprecating his joke was . it was the little things .

as far as léon antonio sepúlveda castillo went , he was nothing but a red flag . scars that told of his misgivings , sad eyes that covered themselves with glittering mischief in hopes nobody would notice , smiles that were all teeth --- the better to grip with , my dear ... he smelled of leather and gun oil , looked like the nightmare man of any suburban mom's greatest fear for their daughters to date ( while secretly hoping he'd whisk them away instead ) . one big , red flag . he was all right with it .

moe herself wasn't the beacon of a good girl , either . it's what he liked about her - the tattoos , the piercings , the dark lipstick and eyeliner . the goth phase she never seemed to grow out of , the way she smelled like bad ideas and smoke . it'd been a long time since he'd acted on a bad idea . he was overdue .

" sit , stay , shake , speak . do little tricks if you offer a treat in exchange . " all teeth , that grin of his . there was no way it could get wider . " good - enough . but you have to rub my belly if i do . " @pseudowar

[gamerbearmira]

I saw the cocooned-cut thoart, and I'm in an angst mood. Hopefully you accept this, and kudos to the anon for giving me some inspiration! I'm not good with dialogue, so sorry if its a little but too descriptive 😅. OK enough of my rambling haha

[Story Time!]

Pedro felt a different kind of rage when he saw his precious nietos on the ground, barely clinging to life. A kind of rage he didn't think he could experience. He was usually a forgiving and kind man, at least he liked to think so. He believed everyone could be forgiven and could ask for forgiveness. That they could have a second chance. But after this? Now he wasn't so sure.

These people, this group. They had attacked his precious grandchildren. That he had only known for a year and a half. They were his light, right next to his own children. And now they were scarred, for life. Had it not been for Mirabel's gift, they might not have suvived long enough for anyone with Julieta's food to get there. He thanked God that the little golden butterflies that followed her around had closed them up, at least to stop the bleeding.

So yes, Pedro was upset. This group, these people had attacked them. Because they had some personal business with Pedro. Apparently 2 of them had been closely reallted to the soldiers that struck him down, and somehow managed to rally other Madrigal-haters. The eight sick bastards had lured the kids into the woods and they attacked them. They slashed their throats and left them to die. Left them in such a state that may have been worse than Pedro's when he was struck down. He didn't think he'd be able to get that image out of his head. And now he was here, in the nursery, watching over his six grandchildren along with his wife. The children had been moved to the nursery, for the sake of being able to keep them all in the room at once. Once they had recovered more, they could go back to their rooms.

Pedro held his exhausted wife, who had spent the last 3 days tending to them. She herself hadn't really gotten any sleep, because she was far too busy watching over her nietos, praying that they wouldn't suffer the same fate as before. It was too soon, and they were too young. They didn't deserve it, they didn't deserve this. They were the sweetest kids, which is why neither grandparent could wrap what had happened around their heads. Why did they attack the kids? Was it because they were vulnerable? Because they were innocent? So mamy questions and yet so little answers. And Pedro hated it.

And to add insult to injury, they had found out that their throats were ripped beyond repair, especially Mirabel's and Dolores'. Horrible damage had been done. Mirabel was still young, so her gift wasn't as developed, and therefore couldn't fully repair the wounds, or restore their vocal chords back to their original state. And Julieta's gift had damn near brought them back to life---in turn there was now a scar on each child, and it haunted Pedro's mind. They were too similar to the one that was spread across his chest. It was a constant reminder for him and his amor.

He lifted his hand, and a golden glowing butterfly had landed on his hand. But it wasn't one Mirabel's butterflies, no no---those had settled down around the small girl, her siblings, and primos, next to Antonio's jaguar, who had taken to staying near them at all times. It seemed almost as if the jagisr felt...sorry. And as for Mirabel's butterflies, they were dim, and slow. This one, Pedro's butterfly was the largest by far, taking up a large portion of his hand. Its wings fluttered softly and Pedro's eyes narrowed.

"Find them. Mark them." He whispered and the butterfly was off.

WH 😦 HUHHHHHHH

Ok first of this is. Amazing. And I love accepting them⁉️⁉️and no worries about dialogue, all drabbles are welcome, and I love this, even though it makes me sad <33

SECOND. DAWG. How you gon drop this and dip 😭😭 breaking my mf heart here. They???? Poor babies, I’m gonna cry. And the parents and Bruno must be devastated, oh my gosh. Can’t imagine how they felt seeing that. Willing to bet this is only a fraction of Pedro’s anger, cause he for sure ain’t let that slide 💀💀

Also! I like the concept that Pedro can use butterflies similar to Mirabel, shows how similar they are, very cool concept <333

The group after seeing Pedro pull up: