#conquistadoradelmar

[losinmortalesperdidos]

The body was found in the morning at the parking lot near the mall. A young woman was lying on her back illuminated by the Christmas lights. Her legs were bent at the knees and spread, but the hem of her dress was put accurately on her thighs. Later, the forensics found that her underwear was also intact (the coroner wouldn't find any trace of penetration). Her hands were lying on her chest, her palms were wrapped with adhesive tape, and it looked like she was praying. Bruising on her neck and the hemorrhaging on her face and in her wide-opened eyes indicated that she was strangled. The only other injury was a small cross on the woman's forehead (the coroner would say that it had been cut postmortem). One of the forensics noticed a red corner peeking from between the folded palms, they cut the tape and pulled out a little Christmas card. There was nothing extraordinary about it, except that inside it said in Spanish 'Feliz Navidad y Año Nuevo'...

A few days later, in a nightclub where the music was so loud it was difficult to hear one's thoughts, he approached the woman taking a break from dancing at the bar counter. "I had no idea the police come to places like this without a raid!" he had to speak loud, both to outvoice the beat and attract her attention, "Detective?"

He smiled, "Don't get scared. I saw you once in the news. Your chief was talking about those disappearances, and you were standing beside him. I have a perfect memory for faces, but I don't believe they said your name." His English was almost perfect, only a keen ear could hear traces of a diligently hidden accent, especially in this noise.

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[lacomandante]

me and Assumpta and THE ONE....THE ONLY....LOS CABALLOS SON THICC!!!!!!!!!!!

[kissofthemuses]

When a muse is mostly dormant but then their significant other is on the dash and they pop up like

[entreldolorylanada]

The next morning after he arrived, Roque was acting nervously. He was chewing his lips, pacing, and stimming more than usual, and those were the signs that he wanted to tell something, but didn’t know how, or thought that he would break a secret if he told. Xavi was watching this for a while, then finally asked, “¿Qué?” His brother’s posture changed immediately from tension to relief, and he said, “Vianca ta equí.” It seemed to him that the last beat of his heart was too hard and too loud.  “¿Equí?” “Na curiái.” And now he wanted to know everything.

Later this day he entered the bar Roque told him about, he wasn’t even sure that it was her shift, but he saw her immediately behind the counter. She barely changed in these years, and he felt again that his heart tried to escape his ribcage. He took a few deep breaths calming himself, walked to the counter, and took a seat on one of the stools. For another couple of minutes, he just watched her serving drinks to other customers, then, when she made a step in his direction he spoke. “Hola. Una cerveza, por favor.”

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[colpapabear]

@conquistadoradelmar

“Hmm... I could do this all evening.”

Music and dancing cheek to cheek with a a beautiful women in his arms - what more did a man need for Christmas? 

So what if his parents were upset he was spending yet another holiday away from home, even now that he was free? He could have as many Christmases of that as he liked now but how often would he get to have the chance of a Christmas in Paris with Vianca in his arms? 

His family would forgive him. 

“Let’s do the same thing again tomorrow, huh?”

[emcads]

@conquistadoradelmar​  docked. 

❝      I WISH YOU WOULD BE MORE CAREFUL,  MI AMOR.     ❞    steady hands bind the garish wound,  her  STOMACH FITFUL  at the red flowers that bloom  across the clean white linen.   but Esmeralda swallows down her nerves.  it helps neither of them  to fear for things  ALREADY PAST.   ( though if she could skewer  the bastard who did this,  she would )   ❝      one of these days you’ll sustain a wound I cannot treat,  and you will have  to face the surgeon.   and what will he think ?     ❞

[anchormuses]

" 'Ow many times shoul' I slap 'de water wit' 'de teabag before it makes 'de tea?"

        SEND MORSE INTENTIONALLY STUPID QUESTIONS!

        SILENCE. FIVE SECONDS PASS, EACH ONE WITH MOUNTING JUDGEMENT. Finally, he blinks, takes a breath, and points an accusing finger. "That's the worst thing you've ever said to me."

[ageofxail]

A Dashboard Game!

WHAT KIND OF FANBASE WOULD YOUR MUSE HAVE?

DANIEL ALEKSANDER KING

very controversial

some people are literally in love with your character. others want to witness their execution. and probably these fans fight each other a lot about it. and they @ you for like 90% of their fights so your notifications are blowing up and it's all about this one character and you're just so tired

NOEL THAMES MERCER

lesbians are obsessed with them.

they're either a super hot badass girlboss or man that's prolly a 6/10 looks-wise who makes respecting woman his entire personality (as he should) there's a lot of tweets or posts about this character, and all the fanfics are prolly either really sweet and cute or extremely R rated. no in between lmao

GABRIEL EMMANUEL HILL

lots of fanart but in a cool way :o

this character has a chill fanbase !!!! people just make aesthetic art for them !! your character is probably fairly unproblematic

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[bloomingcockroaches]

conquistadoradelmar

barbissa is daddy lol

facts

[rubiesintherough-edits]

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[losinmortalesperdidos]

A tall greying man with piercing blue eyes entered the doors of the veterinary clinic carrying a wounded doe in his arms. The female deer was big, but he held her without putting much force in it, as though she weighed no more than a subtle woman. He called, "Hey, please, I need help!" and his thick Irish accent was evident in this simple phrase. A woman appeared out of one of the doors, and he walked towards her with his load, dark blood was dripping on the tiled floor out of the numerous gunshot wounds.

"I found her in the woods," he spoke again, "She's dying. All I could do was keep her alive all the way here. Can't save her, too much damage even for me." His words were strange, but the look on his wrinkled face and in his eyes, ancient and young at the same time, was dead serious and didn't leave room to speculate if he was crazy. "But the calf can still be saved if you operate immediately. I hear his heartbeat, but she already gave him all she could."

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[wecangobackvictorious]

“Where are your boots?”

Brown eyes shift to the floor curiously as if the lack of footwear was new to him as well. Easy found the wool socks, the threads in them working away with all the rough pavement. There was no doubt in his mind the socks would get holes in them next.

This wasn’t the Captain trying out a new style from the regulated uniforms. With supplies running fairly limited, the allies had more pressing matters than refitting an airmen with boots. Let alone an African American airman. The old boots were worn, holes ripping through the soles, nearly looking like an P-51 that had taken a strafing from an enemy plane. So Easy opted on going without them, as weather and the such allowed him to. The trip to the French hospital, for his wingman after a lengthy and horrendous flight over Germany, wasn’t something he had to debate over. He kicked them off on the tarmac and climbed into the ambulance. Whether they were still in that exact spot, Easy had no idea.

He rocks on his heels, his toes wiggling slightly, as he finds the French Army nurse who spotted the sight. “Well, they happen to be on a little airbase in Ramitelli. Possibly run over by an airplane or some chump has picked them up and trashed them.”

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[lacomandante]

also since I only posted it to insta here’s the progress on Teresa’s pants so far! I had spent about a month in LA in 2021 and got to hang with the lovely and incredible @conquistadoradelmar during that time who sat down with me and figure out how to do the plackets on the side of Teresa’s pants- it has to support anywhere between 25-30 pewter buttons on each leg so it needed to be sturdy and not bubble.

Because the pants split down the sides (they’re cavalry coveralls) the waistband also has to split down the middle, which is not what these pants were patterned to do. I ended up attempting it and got some measurements wrong, and that’s where I ended up stopping bc math hurt my brain. But now I wanna pick them back up again and figure out how to do it 🤔

[kissofthemuses]

@conquistadoradelmar asked:

"I can't wait to take this off you." // for Len

It still gave Len butterflies when Vianca looked at her like that, spoke to her like that. She hoped it never went away. She grinned and pulled Vianca to her by the hips. ❝Mm, then I think this dress is doing exactly what I wanted it to.❞ Not that it seemed like she had to try very hard to get Vianca's attention.

Though, neither did Vianca, she thought as she eyed her. ❝Have I told you how breathtaking you look?❞ she asked before leaning in to kiss her.

[entreldolorylanada]

Roque has never been to this bar before, it was too far from his apartment, but today he had a meeting with an editor at the newspaper he worked for, he went back home on foot and decided to make a pitstop here. To have a glass or two and maybe to eat something. He occupied one of the free stools at the counter and only then he looked up. The bartender was talking to the other customer and didn't look at him but he recognized her immediately. The cold pit emerged in his stomach, his heart began to pound against his ribs, and it was hard to breathe. He wanted to get up and leave before she noticed him, but the heavy weight of everything he's been running from pressed him down he couldn't move.

Her name was Vianca and before his world collapsed they had been friends. Morena had introduced them not long after she had started to date Roque. Vianca was the first and maybe the only one who never had judged the other girl for choosing him over the 'normal' guys. She and he had quickly become buddies, and the three had been spending a lot of time together. After the accident, after he had tried to kill himself and had been put into the mental hospital, everything changed. He'd cut off all the contacts except his family, and then after a long year of trying to set life in Gijon, he left for America and never came back.

He needed to get out but instead, he kept sitting there scratching the back of his neck and rocking back and forth in an attempt to sooth himself and make it all go away. Maybe she wouldn't see him or perhaps it wasn't her. He just needed a little more time to calm down and go away.

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[colpapabear]

what's peculiar about your soul?

Your soul is... Alluring It draws attention from every corner of the ether... People come from far and wide to marvel at it. Statues, clay figurines, portraits are made in its likeness... Songs are written of its beauty and splendor. Every day it is greeted by hoards of ceaseless, staring eyes. Every day it is treated with visits from its enamored guest. You try with all your might to communicate with them. To engage with them. To be more to them than an object on display- unthinking, unfeeling. They can not hear you.

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