#he was at most 19 when he started working for nandor

[arathergrimreaper]

Also, like. wtf is the tineline on this damn show?

We've had seasons of the show that take place over an entire year and seasons that only take place over the span of a month. Yes, we have. Don't believe me? The very first transition from S1 to S2 was an entire summer, which is about 3 months. The characters are all talking about what kind of summer they had the first ep. This is when Guillermo started killing vampires to protect the house.

Then we have them locking Guillermo up for a month in the cell while they decide whether or not to kill him. That's S2 to S3's transition.

Then we have the year in London where essentially nothing but Nadja's dissatisfaction with he council is shown (and Memo dating Freddie) opening S4. Also, how is this time shit even working with Colin essentially staying a toddler/young child for the entire year Memo and Nadja are in England then all of a sudden growing up in the span of a month (a couple months??? do they ever say?)?

The pilot, which I know can have changes from an "official" first ep, tells us Guillermo has been working for Nandor for a decade, but this latest season says it's now been 13 years? We can count the time in London as one year, but...where did the rest of that time come from? It's not all accumulated from the handful of month gaps in other seasons. One would have to take place over the course of several months or would have to be a full year at some point.

I bring this up because of just how convenient it is that Guillermo has only been a half vampire for a month. To have him only age a month when his sire was killed, if that is why he didn't die like the show keeps insisting vamps do. Like, this was a decision that was made. That's how writing works.

Why only show the span of a month? So he can waffle about becoming a vampire and never do any experimenting about being one on his own? Never try human blood just out of curiosity? So he can basically regress to scared, unsure 19/20 something about figuring himself out now that he has gone through a major life change despite being a 30/31yo man who has seen and done some fucked up shit?

I mean, we all knew Memo was a freaky little goth from the onset of the series and, no joke, most of us who were like that as kids have tried human blood at least once. Either we were put off of it and the idea of ever being a vamp if the opportunity presented itself without making blood taste good to us from the getgo OR we fucking loved that shit and wanted more but found out iron poisoning is a thing that happens to humans who consume too much blood.

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#5

If you want to see Nandor actually treat Marwa like the queen she seems to be from what little we’ve seen of her in season 4, then check this fic out. He treats all the wives super well because he has a big Service Kink in this fic.

3 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

#4

My gift to @friedryebread  for the Nandermo gift exchange

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Paws and Reflect

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7 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

#2

☮ - friendship headcanon

For Colin Robinson :)

Ooh. Wasn't expecting this one straight out the gate.

Colin Robinson, despite being an energy vampire, does want the vampires to like him because those are his roomies. They are his chosen family. He has to drain to live, so he can't help but get some tasty sips from their frustration.

Prior to season three, he considered Nandor his bestie. Nandor, of course, did not feel the same way.

I feel like when the Baron told him he couldn't go on the night out, Nandor had to have a little talk with Colin to make him feel better. Or at least Nandor felt compelled to do the talking.

Colin was genuinely upset when Nandor told him to stop talking about Sandra Bullock.

Why would Colin cling to Nandor? Well, I guess Nandor is the one who is often partner-less. Sure, he has familiars, but he rarely has a partner/companion. And while Colin would love to be a third wheel, he knows Laszlo and Nadja would not tolerate that.

Of course, his new bestie in season three was Laszlo, and I feel like what may have started as Laszlo feeling bad for him, lead to a real friendship between the two. This was easy for them to do since Nadja was so busy with council stuff, and any risk of third wheeling was negated.

His dedication to Colin was shown in the Siren episode when Laszlo basically ignored Nadja's problems in favor of helping save Colin from a cruel fate.

Colin probably doesn't really care so much for Guillermo other than to just annoy the shit out of him, so I don't think they are really friends. He doesn't seem to really know him that well in season one, when he asks how long he's been working for them. I would like to see more interaction between them. I thought Guillermo going to some kind of work even with Colin would have been funny.

It will be interesting to see what they do with Colin now that he's a wee baby/toddler.

9 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I need to see the Guillermo/Freddie with Nandor leering in the background equivalent of this scene from The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.

Original Context: Titus is just listening to Kimmy and Cindy catch-up, hoping to hear some juicy details about their time in the Bunker.

Nandor just handing back hoping to hear something salacious about Guillermo/Freddie. He could literally be stirring nothing just like Titus.

As they keep talking, he clearly sees that they are not about to get into any down and dirty details.

Why?

Well, what if Freddie is just super polite and traditional? Like, he traveled all the way to Staten Island to meet Guillermo’s family before he’d even dare go farther than a kiss?

Guillermo’s been lead along by Nandor for so long, the hope of a kiss might be enough to sate him all things considered.

10 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

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not guillermo giving the camera a dirty look when the headmaster mentions that seanie didn’t go to college...like my man i’ve been crunching the numbers and there is NO WAY you went to college either

[gertyorkess]

god ok but guillermo grew up in a strict catholic household in the early 2000s as a mexican overweight kid in the bronx who wasn’t taught anything about love or sex or anything to do with sexuality, he used vampire media to explore that side of himself as he repressed his religious and emotional trauma and he latched on to the idea of being immortal and living freely to be himself and just live with who he is. he has this idea in his head that if he had that type of power he would like himself more and not feel this heavy weight of disappointment and shame when he looked in mirror. he meets nandor at 19 and it’s like he’s living for the first time, he gives his entire life to him and he does it so willingly— he spends 10 years at his side and as s1/s2 goes on, he starts to realize that he can have that power, already has that power. he knows he’s powerful and he tries so hard to deny that part of himself because that’s what he was always taught to do, in s3 tho he fully embraces that side of himself. he’s more confident in everything he does and learns to see himself as powerful but he still denies himself of going after the one thing he has wanted most in decade, nandor has always always been something untouchable in his mind; he’s his boss and guillermo is guillermo, they’re work friends, (it’s perfectly normal for work friends to actively risk their lives for each other ok?) after the conversation with meg it’s like something in guillermo’s mind breaks. he’s opening his eyes to what he’s been denying himself all these years and it’s this bittersweet feeling because yeah, he has a big gay crush on the dumbest vampire there is but he can’t let himself have it. because it doesn’t matter what he does he will always deny himself something because that’s all he has ever known.

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19 Nandor X Guillermo 👀

19. Things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

Not gonna lie, this was hard because I had no idea whose POV to use because Nandor's opinion of when they were the happiest probably isn't the same as Guillermo's lmao - this is set immediately after s2 finale (yeah, it's angsty)

First time actually writing a fic for these two so, comments and constructive criticism are welcomed ♡

***

Nandor barely remembered what it felt like to choke, for the chest to feel like it had caved in because of the sudden disappearance of lungs and heart while the throat spasmed and constricted around what essentially was nothing - just emptiness, absence.

His long-dead body remembered, though - seven-hundred-and-fifty-eight years after he had taken his last shuddering breath while a beast he couldn't hope to slay had torn into his neck and taken his mortality away from him, Nandor's body remembered how it felt like to be out of breath even if, biologically speaking, he didn't need air anymore to survive and breathing was a mere reflex that had inexplicably endured while other vestiges of his humanity had been eaten away at by the incessant flowing of time.

It wasn't really surprising that the feeling had been evoked by Guillermo: he had this strange ability of bringing out the most human parts of him, no matter how half-forgotten and anachronistic for the times they lived in - he hated him for it.

It also was the reason why he clung to him - to his humanity - so hard: it felt good to remember that he had been someone before being turned into a creature of the night. If he turned Guillermo, who else would help him remember that once he had been more than a member of the living dead? No familiar before him had succeeded at it, it wasn't enough to just keep around someone human - it had to be him.

And Guillermo wanted to leave.

Nandor remembered a time when the thought wouldn't have even been the whisper of a breeze amidst Guillermo's thoughts, when his devotion wouldn't have allowed him to even consider a future without his master in it.

A time when they had been happier.

"You're my familiar"

Guillermo shrank in his trenchcoat, only to regret it when the collar brushed against his neck and jaw, smearing cold and sticky blood against his clammy skin "What I'm trying to say-"

Nandor shook his head, put his palm up in the air - pleading, begging for Guillermo to stop while he hoped the other man saw it as a command, an order to obey "I don't want to hear it!" The words tumbled rashly down his tongue, harsher than he had intended them to "You're my familiar" the words weren't actually meaningful, they described Guillermo's status - the place he had in the household, as the only human residing amongst vampires.

The tone with which he said the words on the contrary, that was what the real deal was at.

Guillermo knew it, at some level of consciousness he was aware that Nandor was shitty with his words - that one had to read amidst lines and past verbal blunders of all kinds to get to the heart of what he really meant.

Guillermo was also tired of having to do all the work: standing in front of Nandor, covered in sweat and vampire blood and ashes, Guillermo felt exhausted - after all he had done to get to that point, everything felt meaningless "I can't be your familiar anymore" it meant so much more than that: I can't get you out of your coffin anymore when you're scared of being stuck in it; I can't play videos of glitter paintings when you're upset anymore; I can't braid your hair when you're feeling fancy anymore; I can't be the constant presence on your side anymore.

It hurt more than Guillermo had thought it would - even after leaving not once but twice, the finality in his statement still hurt.

Maybe he hadn't really expected to actually go through with it, once and for all; maybe, deep down, he had thought that he would sweep in, save Nandor and that thing would change; maybe he had hoped to feel just as happy as the first time the vampire had uttered the words he was so desperately throwing at him now.

You are my familiar.

Maybe it was a sign that he couldn't pinpoint happier memories after the start of his servitude. There had been happy times, memories that Guillermo cherished in the depths of his heart, but somehow, they had all been slowly poisoned by the constant miasma of death and mistreatment around him while the thought that Nandor wasn't going to turn him slowly sneaked into his consciousness and flowered like deadly nightshades.

"I don't care that you're a vampire killer!"

"You don't care or you don't mind?"

"I've been held hostage, I'm not in the mood to quibble and quabble over words!"

Guillermo sighed "Squabble"

Nandor waved his hand in the air "Squibble, squabble. Care, mind. Quid pro quo. What's the difference?"

At that point, none: it was just word vomit "I just need to leave, Nandor"

"Why? You owe me an explanation!"

"Like you owe me a death?"

The vampire pursed his lips in what he was sure Guillermo would define as a pout - he wasn't pouting (just like he wasn't this close to hyperventilating - he couldn't be, he couldn't really breathe afterall) "I said I would turn you, you're just very impatient"

"Eleven years-"

"-are a blink of an eye for an immortal"

Why was he surprised that Nandor was trying to spin his refusing to turn him into some kind of exercise to teach Guillermo patience? Didn't he know the other by now, almost as intimately as he knew himself? "It doesn't matter, I need to leave"

"You're my familiar, Guillermo - until I release you from my service, you're mine" Nandor stepped closer, putting his cape on the other's shoulders - it was already ruined anyway "You'll still be mine while you're away and you'll be mine when you come back"

Guillermo tightened the cape around himself, shivering despite its weight and lining of furs: he never knew how different "you're my familiar" and "you're mine" could sound - he never knew he had needed Nandor to say the latter over the first.

He still turned away.

There were things he needed to work on before he could be back.

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New world news from Time: ‘We Weren’t Prepared for This.’ Inside the Accidental Liberation of a Concentration Camp

In early 1945, World War II was approaching its end in Europe, a conclusion that would officially arrive when the Germans surrendered to the Allies on May 7, 1945. In practice, that final period of the war was also the beginning of a new phase of the conflict, as troops and the general public alike began to discover the extent of the atrocities they’d been fighting over.

In some ways, that reckoning continues to this day. The timing of International Holocaust Remembrance Day, which falls this Saturday, commemorates the anniversary of the Soviet Army liberating more than 7,000 prisoners of Auschwitz on Jan. 27, 1945. In the months that followed, troops from the USSR, Western Europe and the U.S. would liberate many more camps, as the Nazis scrambled to destroy the evidence of their crimes. Though the persecution of Jews and others was no secret, the liberation period was when many people were first forced to realize the extent of what the Nazi regime had been doing.

One such revelation took place three days prior to the Germans’ surrender, when U.S. Army soldiers stumbled upon the Gunskirchen Concentration Camp, a sub-camp of the death camp Mauthausen.

And the lives that changed that day have continued to intersect in surprising ways. At the time, Alan Moskin was an 18-year-old American soldier who helped liberate the camp and Nandor Katz was a 19-year-old prisoner. The two men, now 91 and 92, recently found out that they live less than an hour away from one other in New York state, thanks to a discovery by Halina Rosenkranz, the Westchester Jewish Community Services’s Holocaust survivors’ groups counselor.

In the week leading up to Holocaust Remembrance Day on Saturday, they spoke to TIME about what they remember from that fateful day and what they want future generations to remember about that time.

An Accidental Discovery

Moskin, who served in the Army with the 66th infantry, 71st Division, recalls that his side of the experience started when a group of U.S. Army combat soldiers stumbled upon a prisoner-of-war camp, holding mostly Royal Air Force members, near Lambach, Austria. The British prisoners told the liberating soldiers that they’d heard rumors of a different kind of camp, a concentration camp for Jews, just a few kilometers away.

“I remember my buddies and I looked at each other,” Moskin tells TIME. “We knew Hitler wasn’t fond of Jews, but we hadn’t heard anything about any concentration camps.”

The day — May 4, 1945 — was overcast as he and his fellow troops marched through a forest, trudging through wet ground, looking for the rumored camp. The first clue that the rumors were true was the smell.

“We tried to cover our mouths and noses with a bandana, but it got worse and worse, and all of a sudden I remember looking through some trees and seeing a big barbed wire sort of [guarding] a compound,” he says. “That turned out to be the Gunskirchen camp.”

With the war nearing its end, the troops faced only a very little bit of resistance as they approached the camp. Moskin himself shot a guard who refused to surrender, and then the group cut through the barbed wire and entered the camp.

Katz — speaking through his daughter, Raisa Katz, who translated for him — says the Americans came just in time: “Himmler had just sent a telegram to the commandant ordering the people running the camp to shoot everybody. But because the American soldiers came and surrounded the camp, he wasn’t able to carry out the order. He was afraid. He thought it best to surrender.”

And, as Raisa Katz points out, it was pure luck that the soldiers did arrive just then. “My father had spoken about the liberation day so many times when I was growing up, so I had this image of the American government sending the soldiers for the purpose of liberating the camp, giving [the prisoners] food, and the commandant surrendering,” she says. “So the most striking thing to me is that the Americans didn’t go to liberate the camp. This all happened by accident.”

What They Saw

What came next was something neither man would ever forget.

“There were dead bodies on the left, piles of dead bodies on the right — and their arms and legs looked like broomsticks covered with no flesh,” Moskin says. Slowly, the ones who were still alive stumbled toward them like “the living dead, zombies,” in striped pajamas with a sewn-on star of David, calling out in German for food, water and cigarettes.

“I remember my buddies who did [smoke] were handing out cigarettes and getting ready to light them, when they [the prisoners] took those cigarettes and pulled the wrapping off and started chewing the tobacco like a sirloin steak,” he says. The soldiers also distributed what they could from their own Army-issued rations. “Many of them would start biting and chewing so fast they started to grab their esophagus, and I remember they would start choking and falling to the crowd. We got so frightened. We didn’t know what was happening. And then the medics started screaming at us, ‘No solid food, damn it!’ We weren’t prepared for this.”

The situation was even more desperate in the barracks area.

“There was a little path or roadway with a dead horse on the ground. I can never forgot, three inmates had pulled off the bark of a tree and were digging it into the entrails of this dead horse. And then they reached down inside the dead horse, and pulled out the guts and started biting and chewing. You could see the blood squirt out.”

The inmates were willing to eat anything, attests Katz, a native of a small Carpathian Mountain town in present-day Ukraine who had been working in Budapest when he was taken to a labor camp in 1943 and then transferred to Mauthausen. “There were some people who would cut flesh off of dead bodies just eat something,” he says. “There was no water. A couple more days, I would have been dead.”

An Army lieutenant who knew he was Jewish asked Moskin if he spoke any Hebrew or German, so that he could communicate with the prisoners.

“I remember saying the German for ‘I am also a Jew.’ It just came out of me. I don’t know where I heard it,” Moskin says. “An elderly man, very emaciated, started to smile and came towards me and he went down on his hands and knees and started to kiss my boots, which were tainted with blood, vomit, and feces. I knew he was trying to be affectionate toward me, but it made me very uncomfortable to watch him kissing my filthy, bloody boots. So I picked him up under the armpits, and as he came up towards me I could see open, festering sores going up and down his neck, and lice coming out of those sores. You could imagine that I wanted to pull away because he smelled so badly, but I didn’t. He had wrapped his arms around me and he was crying. He kept saying ‘Danke [thank you], danke, Jew.’ That’s when I lost it a little bit and started to cry.”

In the days that followed, word trickled in from other Army outfits that the events at Gunskirchen were just one liberation among many.

“Every time we found out,” Moskin recalls, “we said, ‘My God, how many of these damn hellholes are there?'”

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Life After Liberation

After that day, Katz remained in the camp a bit longer, nursing his two brothers who had contracted typhoid fever, until they recovered enough to be taken to Budapest for treatment at an American hospital. He later made his way to the Soviet Union and resided there until 1973, when he immigrated to the U.S., where he worked as a silkscreen printer, raising his family in Philadelphia.

Moskin ended up staying in Europe until June 1946, as part of the U.S. Army of Occupation. An aspiring lawyer, he convinced an officer in charge to let him attend a day or two of the Nuremberg trials — an experience that only further cemented his career choice. But, despite working in the justice system, in the decades that followed he found it was too painful to talk about the injustice he had witnessed firsthand.

“I didn’t speak for 50 years about my experience,” he says, scared that nightmares of the dead horse would come back. “The kids say to me, ‘Oh, you had PTSD.’ We never heard that term. The only term we heard back then was ‘shell-shocked.’ I sucked it up. By the time I got home, I took a key and locked up that part of my brain, and I threw that key away. If anyone asked me about the war, I said, ‘I did my job, I was under [General] Patton and I don’t want to talk about it.'”

That changed in the 1990s when a woman at a local Holocaust museum, referred to him by one of his Army buddies, called to ask him to speak at an event. He hung up on her. She called back. After they spoke about the way Holocaust memory was evolving, from the 1993 publication of Deborah Lipstadt’s book on Holocaust denial to Illinois requiring school curricula to include the truth about the Holocaust, he agreed to tell what he had seen at an event on June 10, 1995, at the mall in Nanuet, N.Y.

He surprised himself by talking for a good two hours. It was the beginning of a second career as a Holocaust educator. “It was like a catharsis,” he says. “All that poison I had to bottle up inside me for 50 years, it just came out of me.”

Since then, he’s spoken to middle schools, high schools and colleges nationwide. “When we’re all gone, they [Holocaust deniers] are really going to come out of the woodwork,” he says. Katz says he was “overjoyed” to meet Moskin for the first time on Aug. 11, 2017, so they could corroborate their experiences. “I was happy that I met somebody who saw the conditions, so that my story wouldn’t be lost.”

Preserving that story, and its lesson, is a job that Moskin feels remains unfinished.

“I’m going to be honest with you, my generation failed,” he says. “We didn’t get rid of the hate and prejudice. There’s still hate out there, all over the place.”

But, as Katz sees it, that’s a job that will never be complete — which is why it’s important to remember that, even at the worst moments in human history, luck and goodness can run counter to evil.

“Even then, there were people that were good and kind,” he says. “Same thing now. There are some people that will always hate, and there are people that are good, and that’s just human nature.”

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