#mateo rivera

[krovscastlerpg]

Mateo Rivera | Staff | 94 | Thunderbird | Versatile

“The best thing for being sad is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails."

Mateo Rivera was born in the mountains of Guatemala in 1929 to a somewhat small but close knit group of thunderbirds. His parents and extended family would go into the cities sometimes, cautiously, and interact with the humans and vampires and while they didn’t want to frighten Mateo too much they cautioned him about that world and all its various dangers. A good natured chick, he tried to listen to what they told him but he was always fascinated by the things they brought back and it was the books that really intrigued him. The mortals wrote such interesting stories and if they could write such wondrous things, how could they be so bad? His family curbed his curiosity for a time, about thirty years or so, but he practiced his human disguise diligently so he could eventually venture into the city. Mateo somewhat neglected to master his other magic, in spite of how his family tried to teach him. He had a basic grasp of it but if he was going to have to hide in plain sight anyway, why should he bother? It wasn’t like he’d be using many of his thunderbird skills so why worry about them?

Finally, Mateo’s curiosity and stubbornness won out against his family’s protests and he ventured out into the mortal world. In Villa Nueva, he started to learn about humans and the complex, fascinating world they inhabited. He read, he asked questions, he learned all kinds of things and, after a couple of years in the city, Mateo fell in love. Carina was the most interesting person he’d ever met. Quick to laugh with a mischievous streak, she always had paint on her fingers or her clothes and Mateo couldn’t resist her. She was human, something his family warned him about when they ventured into the city to try and get him to come back, but he wouldn’t listen to them. He was in love and he couldn’t imagine being parted from her. He told her what he was, eventually, and she accepted him for it. They were married and for four years, Mateo was happy. He worked in a bookstore, Carina painted, and somehow Mateo thought they would manage to come through the political turmoil all around them without being touched by it. It wasn’t to be.

It was the first few years of the Guatemalan civil war and things were getting worse and worse. Mateo was out with Carina one day in 1964 during a storm and they got caught in a crossfire. He just wanted to protect her, to get them both home safe, and he used his powers for the first time in some time. With the storm making him that much stronger and his general lack of control, it was disastrous. Tapping into the storm, he used his electric mimicry, he screamed, he went somewhat wild with powers he naturally had but had never worked to control. When everything cleared, the soldiers were dead…and so was Carina. He couldn’t blame the military because the marks on her body had clearly come from electricity, from him, and Mateo couldn’t bear it. He fled, initially back to his family who welcomed him and comforted him, but there was always that sorrowful undercurrent that they’d warned him not to join the human world. He couldn’t take it for long and fled even further, grief stricken and afraid of his own powers, he went across the ocean to Europe. He needed to be somewhere completely unfamiliar, somewhere that wouldn’t be plagued with too many painful memories.

The traveling and all the new experiences eventually helped dull the ache but the guilt remained, burrowed deep into him, and he was more reserved after that. He used very few aspects of his powers, stifling them and trying to seek out quiet places. He eventually got a degree in Library Sciences and took a job at the British Library where he met and befriended Rhys Dasior. They maintained their friendship even after Rhys went to work at Krovs Castle, which Mateo was somewhat curious about, though he didn’t exactly trust vampires. His family had always warned him about them, after all, but they’d warned him about most things. He was in sporadic communication with them, checking in every now and then by phone but they often tried to get him to come home so things were strained. He remained curious about Krovs and was even more intrigued when Rhys mentioned the librarian position was open. He did some research, knew staff members had to wear collars and that his species in particular always had them active to some degree. Wouldn’t that be a relief? Instead of having to worry and hold himself back, the collar could do it for him. The slavery issue was very troubling but he reasoned that maybe he could make their lives a little better just by being kind or offering them a quiet place to be for a time. After a great deal of thought, Mateo finally decided to apply for the job and once he was hired, moved to the castle. Newly arrived and getting settled into his position, he’s getting used to not worrying about hurting anyone around him and looking forward to getting to know the residents of the castle.

Positive Traits: Curious, patient, kind

Negative Traits: Stubborn, reserved, guilt-ridden

3 turn-ons: Confidence, dirty talk, bondage

3 turn-offs: Scat/vomit/watersports, degradation/humiliation, feet

[junissims]

meet indi’s friends! meet indi’s friends valerie, vincent, and mateo!

meet valerie waters! valerie and indi have been friend’s since kindergarten. they did everything together, inevitably becoming best friends. valerie comforted indi through her later teen years, and she encouraged indi to take up yoga and writing in a journal.

meet vincent mesa! vincent moved from selvadorada to oasis springs in first grade. the moment he saw indi his stomach was filled with fluttering butterflies. throughout the rest of elementary school, vincent continuously tried to impress indi. although indi would tease him, they became very good friends.

meet mateo rivera! indi, valerie, and vincent met mateo in their first year of high school. mateo, valerie, and vincent got along well, but there was this tenseness between mateo and indi. this tense relationship stayed the same throughout high school, but now mateo wants to make up for the lost time of this friendship.

[urpaperboy]

I am not okay after Epic The Wisdom Saga. NO I AM NOT. LIKE SOBBING ACTUALLY

but the good news is I got some of the moots into it, you’re welcome, i just gave you new media to fixate on :))

[sdhqsecrets]

happy birthday mateo rivera-ogden !!

28th july

[andeanbeauties]

My Fancast for a live action Emperor’s New Groove with an ethnically Andean cast.

Kuzco: Mateo Bravery Bratt

Yzma: Q’orianka Kilcher 

Pacha: Cristhian Esquivel

Chicha: Magaly Solier

I’ll update the list when I find an Andean Kronk!

Bonus! I know she isn’t in the movie, but this is my fancast for Malina

Malina: Renata Flores Rivera

[nicocastillo]

closed starter for @mateoangelortegarivera​ where: not far from the Den when: night of the full moon

To say Nico had been alarmed to hear about a newly bitten wolf was an understatement. Of course, he knew statistically, it was bound to happen sometime under his watch, accidents happened—but the timing really couldn’t have been worse. Add to that, the flurry of gossip about the new wolf in question. Hearing terms like "liability," "youtuber," and "bro" (with emphasis that implied a special intensity), Nico wasn't exactly sure how he was supposed to deal with this. Comforting someone who was entering a world they knew nothing about was at least familiar, but usually that person didn't have the potential to then impart worldview-shattering knowledge on millions of strangers on the internet. He was still mulling over how he might gently deal with that, when he heard his name called by one of the wolves coming back from patrol. Nico abandoned the food on his plate to head down the path and meet their new arrival. He was cheerful as he rounded the bend and spotted him at the trail head, raising a hand in greeting. "Hey! You must be Mateo—" Nico slowed, and took in the equipment and tripod, before looking to the man carrying them. "Oh. You really... You brought a camera..." After a brief pause, he added softly, almost apologetically, "You know you're not going to have hands soon, right? Someone should've explained that..."

[nugget-creates-things]

Some dumb bullshit

[fearhidden]

continued from here

Oh, how times had been so much simpler back then. Now, a lunchable seemed like the least of one's worries. "Ah, the case of stinky breath. The absolute worst thing to happen, right?" He was surprised by the light feeling in his chest, when not too long ago, he'd been riddled with guilt. Now, it was as if the whole situation had already been settled. He paused his task of readying berries to glance over at the woman who was giving him an insider's look to their daughter. "Sounds like I'll have my hands full?" To go from a man without a child, to this? He felt a little unsteady on his feet, but having the blonde near him made things seem a bit easier to understand. "So... how do we start? Do we just... tell her? Or is there any easier way to break the news?"

@blindspct

[boomgers]

El amor es el gran motor de la existencia… “Tu Vida Es Mi Vida”

La historia sigue a Paula, quien padece una grave enfermedad que pone en peligro su vida, esta situación hará replanteé su vida y abandone su trabajo para pasar el mayor tiempo posible con sus tres hijos.

Para ello, compra un food truck en el cual junto a su familia vivirá una aventura, a la que se sumará su padre Lorenzo, que desconoce la enfermedad de su hija y se empeña en que inicien el recorrido en un pequeño poblado en donde han tenido una casa de campo por años.

Al llegar al poblado se dará un enfrentamiento entre Lorenzo y la familia de Pepe, un hombre de nobles sentimientos quien le acaba de pedir el divorcio a su esposa, mujer egoísta que le es infiel. A pesar de que la relación entre Paula y Pepe comienza de manera poco cordial, no pueden evitar sentir atracción el uno por el otro.

Entre la enfermedad de Paula, los secretos familiares del pasado, los problemas a los que se enfrentarán sus hijos, aunado a las intrigas de Malena, la esposa de Pepe, y Rolando, pretendiente de Paula, que junto con Natalia su socia y supuesta mejor amiga, provocarán toda clase de conflictos para impedir la unión de Paula y Pepe.

Estreno: 15 de enero de 2024 a las 6:30 pm por Las Estrellas y en ViX.

Producida por Angelli Nesma, la novela cuenta con las actuaciones de Susana González, Valentino Lanús, Juan Soler, Sergio Madrigal, Bruno Piza, Camila Méndez, Lisardo Guarinos, Sofía Rivera Torres, Elena Pérez, Elsa Ortíz, Romina Poza, Rodrigo Ríos, Verónica Merchant, Roberto Mateos, Pedro Moreno, Karla Gaytán, Surya MacGregor, Pablo Valentín, Laura Flores, Pedro Baldo, Margarita Magaña, entre otros.

[sleepingdragonhq]

is that brandon larracuente? no, that’s just mateo rivera-ogden. he is a pureblood who was born on 28/07/2000 and works as the quidditch coach for tutshill tornados. when he went to hogwarts, they were in gryffindor. rumor has it he asked his best friend to change his professional records so he could secure a job in the professional quidditch field. some say he is affable and dauntless but i’ve heard others say he can be impetuous and opportunistic. ( cornelia )

hey mateo rivera-ogden! has anyone told you that you look exactly like brandon larracuente, or is that just me? either way, it’s good to see you! you’ve got 24 hours to get to your dorm, or someone might take your spot! don’t forget to check out your welcome pack to help you get settled in!

[whumpninja]

This is part one of a two-shot and that’s basically all I know about it. I went into a plot-fueled haze and when I came back to reality I had written this. Enjoy.

Featuring: historical whump, whumper turned whumpee (kind of), held at swordpoint, betrayal, mark of shame, under arrest, pillory, blood, hatred, mentions of execution, stoning, spitting- this isn’t a fun dark comedy piece this is just angst and violence. You know, other kinds of fun!

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Traitor, Part 1

All he could think was How could this happen to me?

The governor’s son had always seemed like such a wonderful thing to be. Mateo Rivera had never wanted for anything. The entire town respected and feared his family. He had been raised like a prince, with the world at his fingertips.

And it had all fallen down under his feet.

Across the square, several villagers held his parents under arrest. Governor Rivera’s fine scarlet coat, the one he was so proud of, the first thing he had bought when he had become governor, was ruined, the hem ripped and one sleeve nearly torn off. Mateo’s mother Antonia clung to her husband’s arm, her silk skirts dirty and bedraggled.

And Mateo lay in the dust at a stranger’s feet, with the tip of a sword at his throat.

His own sword had landed only a few inches away, but he didn’t make a move for it. He stared up at the man with the sword, the midday sun making him squint.

Mateo remembered him, if only distantly. He didn’t remember the stranger’s name, but he remembered the vicious duel years ago between Governor Rivera and the stranger’s father- a swordfight that the governor had won.

The tables had turned now. Mateo had given it his all, tried his hardest to defeat the newcomer, and he had failed. He had lost.

The townspeople not holding his parents captive stood in a loose, broken ring around the town square, dressed in their festival clothes and what little jewelry they still owned. It had been a festival shortly before, a feast to celebrate Mateo’s birthday. He still wore the beautiful medallion he’d been presented with. He’d danced with Fidelia, and announced his intention to marry her. Everything had been perfect.

And then this stranger had entered, without telling anyone his name, and had stolen her away. Not stolen her- she’d gone willingly, rejecting Mateo for the arms of this unfamiliar man. He’d been angry, and had knocked the stranger’s hat off, revealing his face.

The stranger was the boy his father had exiled to the desert, grown into a man and back from the dead to reclaim the town. He’d fought Governor Rivera first. Mateo’s father was a skilled swordsman, but he was getting old, and he’d been knocked to the ground and divested of his sword. The village women had turned on his mother, dragging both his parents to the edge of the town square and binding them.

So Mateo had challenged the stranger himself. He’d been sure it would go his way- he’d defeat his enemy, free his parents, reclaim Fidelia, and all would go on as it had before.

Oh, how wrong he was.

The stranger stood tall, his hand curled around the hilt of the sword at Mateo’s neck- a sword that had belonged to the man’s father. Mateo didn’t know how he had gotten it. All he knew was that it was poised to cut his throat if he moved. So he didn’t move.

Instead, he looked at the stranger. The man’s jaw was set in determination, the outline of his face hard. But his eyes were uncertain, and Mateo realized: he doesn’t know what to do now.

“Tomás!” A woman’s voice- Fidelia’s. She rushed to them, and the stranger- Mateo remembered his name now, it was Tomás Avila- used his free hand to pull her close against his chest. She clung to him, looking down at Mateo with an expression he couldn’t read. He never had been able to tell what she was thinking.

Tomás turned his head and kissed her, still keeping Mateo at swordpoint. “It’s over,” he announced loudly enough for the villagers to hear. “You’ve lost, Rivera.”

Mateo wasn’t sure whether that was meant for his father or for himself.

The townspeople seemed to pause a moment to let the news sink in. Then they burst into wild cheering, applause- from his spot on the ground Mateo even saw the younger of the de Vea sisters jumping up and down. He had known, of course, that the Riveras were unpopular in the village. But no one had ever been strong enough to challenge them; certainly not to overthrow them. Now, with the governor and his wife under arrest and his son at swordpoint in the dust, they were free to show Mateo’s family just how hated they were. He heard his mother snarl “Peasants!” and saw one of the village women laugh in her face. It made his heart hurt to see the proud Lady Antonia so disrespected.

“What now, Tomás?” one of the townspeople asked. “What do we do with these traitors?”

“You’re the hero of this village,” called another. “Whatever you think is best, we’ll do.”

Governor Rivera scoffed at that. “Some hero. What is he? An ignorant farm boy who happens to know some tricks with a blade.”

“That blade is at your fool son’s throat, governor,” snapped the village priest. “I’d watch my mouth, if I were you.”

“We have rope handy,” suggested one of the farmers. “We could have all three strung up before sundown.”

Mateo saw his mother go pale, though she didn’t let her face change.

Tomás still looked unsure of himself, but at that remark he shook his head. “I am not Governor Rivera,” he said firmly. “There will be justice on the governor and his wife, but not without a fair trial. Is that agreeable to you?”

There was some muttering, but one of the villagers- speaking for them all- said, “We trust you, Tomás”, and the rest murmured their assent.

Tomás nodded. “Good. Then you can take former Governor Rivera and his wife to-“

“Wait a minute!” broke in a storekeeper Mateo had never much liked. “I can wait to watch the ex-governor pay his dues, but the boy tried to steal away Fidelia. He’s drawn your blood, Tomás.” Mateo hadn’t even realized, but there was a gash in Tomás’ arm, leaking darker red onto his crimson sleeve. Fidelia gasped and tore a handkerchief from her dress to hold against the wound. “What about him?” the storekeep continued.

“Yes!” cried one of the women. “Our beautiful Fidelia was nearly forced to be the bride of the governor’s brat. Surely that deserves punishment here and now.”

Mateo resisted the urge to inform the populace that, at least before Tomás had shown his face, Fidelia had seemed quite happy to marry him. He would have been the governor when his father stepped down, and she the governor’s wife. She hadn’t seemed opposed to the idea.

Fidelia stood on her toes to whisper in Tomás’ ear. The young man nodded, and let her go. She stood only a short distance away, her hands planted on her hips and her eyes on her lover.

Tomás’ hand shifted on the sword. His voice changed, became louder, more confident. “Townspeople! The Rivera family has failed you! They had a chance to be good, selfless rulers. Instead they overtaxed you, stole anything of value you possessed, and nearly drove this place into a famine. Were it not for Fidelia’s brave journey into the desert to bring me my father’s sword, this village might have been choked to death in the grip of the Rivera family. They are traitors! And while the former governor and his wife will face their own judgment for their crimes, their son will be marked as a traitor here and now.”

He looked down at Mateo, and now his eyes were as hard as the lines of his face. “Will you struggle?” Tomás asked, half a question and half a warning.

Mateo met his gaze. Held it. “No.”

And he didn’t. He held still as Tomás sliced off his jacket, his shirt, and his new medallion with a single slash of his sword. He held still, gritting his teeth against the pain, as Tomás used the tip of the blade to cut Mateo’s chest- two long, deliberate lines, one horizontal, one vertical, both stinging like fire and drawn deep enough that he knew they would scar. He held still until Tomás bent down, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up. With a flick of Tomás’ wrist, he sent Mateo stumbling out into the circle of people. Mateo’s other hand came up of its own accord to press over the wounds; blood seeped out between his fingertips. It did little good. He knew the entire village could see the bloody T carved into his chest- T for traitor.

Tomás may as well have used a branding iron. Mateo’s face burned with shame. He didn’t dare turn his head to look at his parents; he already knew their reactions. Governor Rivera would have a face wreathed in fury, but for the first time helpless to act on it, unable to lay a finger on the man who had dared humiliate his son. His mother would allow only a scrap of concern to show in the furrow of her brow and the worry in her eyes, but inwardly she would be screaming his name, longing to rush to his side and wrap him in her arms and kiss the injury all better like she had when he was a child.

There would be no making this better. It would scar, just as it was meant to. He would wear a traitor’s mark for the rest of his life.

And from the looks on the faces of the townspeople, that might not be very long.

“What about Fidelia’s honor?” cried another of the women. How many friends did she have? “This snake would have married her!”

They made him sound like some sort of monster, rather than the wealthy and reasonably handsome son of the governor.

Well.

Wealthy, no longer- most of his family’s money had come from the taxes on the people. They would likely take all that back and more.

Handsome, not anymore- not with the mark of a traitor carved into his chest. At the very least it hadn’t been cut into his face, but the symbol was still going to be difficult to conceal. And everyone would know what it meant with one look.

Son of the governor- Governor Rivera no longer was the governor, deposed by a farm boy with a sword.

Mateo had nothing left.

“Tomás spilled the traitor’s blood as payment for the cut on his arm,” called another farmer. “Fidelia, you were the one humiliated by the proposal. The punishment should be decided by you.”

Fidelia looked startled. “Me?”

“Who has the governor and his family hurt the most, if not you and Tomás?” That was the first woman again, the wife of one of the farmers. She spoke almost gently, but her eyes glittered with the chance at revenge. Mateo didn’t remember what for. His father’s fist had come down heavy on all the villagers at one time or another.

Fidelia wet her lips. Mateo knew that gesture. She did it when she was nervous. “I- I trust Tomás’ judgment,” she said, blushing scarlet.

Tomás nodded, his face still set hard like a wooden carving. “The governor and his wife,” he said, and Mateo saw his eyes go straight to Governor Rivera. “Take them to the town jail. If there’s anyone locked up there, release them.”

Neither Governor Rivera or Lady Antonia protested when the villagers, some shoving and some dragging, forced them in the direction of the marketplace. Tomás took Mateo’s other arm and pinned both behind his back, keeping a firm grip but not twisting them or pushing him. He just guided his prisoner in the direction everyone else had gone. Mateo, for his part, kept his head down. His gaze kept straying to the cuts on his chest. They had stopped bleeding so heavily, although sluggish trickles of red still stained his skin.

I must be in some state of shock. He was too well-brought-up to rage and scream at the villagers for what they had stood by and watched be done to him. But he would have expected to feel more anger about it. All he felt was a numb resignation. The balance of power had shifted, him and his family no longer on the highest scale. Anger would be useless. All he could do was wait for whatever else they chose to do to him.

The marketplace was only a short distance from the town square. Beside the church stood the jail- a squat, square clay building with a heavy wooden door. Mateo caught a glimpse of his parents as several villagers roughly escorted them inside. His father had a reddening ring around his eye, and blood trickled from his nose into his greying mustache. His silver-streaked brown hair had fallen out of its careful knot, spilling over the shoulders of his ruined coat.

His mother had fared little better. Her hair had nearly been pulled out of its neat twist at the back of her head. There was a mark on her face that suggested one of the village women had slapped her. Mateo didn’t know which one had dared strike the Lady Antonia, but the very thought of it made him want to scream. A tear glistened on his mother’s cheek, and the way she caught his eyes made him realize that it was for him, not for herself. And then she was pushed through the low doorway and he couldn’t see her anymore.

Distantly Mateo realized that he wasn’t being shoved forward to join his parents in one of the dim, bare cells. It was not a relief. All it did was fill him with apprehension toward whatever was coming next.

Fidelia tossed a glance and a nod to Tomás, hopping in a swirl of skirts onto the raised wooden platform between the jail and the church. Tomás’ grip tightened, just a bit, on Mateo’s wrists, and he gave him a little shove forward.

Mateo didn’t put the pieces together until they were at the edge of the stairs at the side of the platform. Governor Rivera had never been terribly fond of using the jail. He had always preferred the punishments he handed down to the villagers be public. The wooden platform had been deliberately placed in the marketplace- the busiest part of the town. There had been a gallows on top of it once, way back in the town’s history, but at some point it had fallen down and no one had bothered to put it back up.

That suited the governor just fine, because the pillory still stood.

Mateo realized what was happening before they reached the top of the platform. Tomás kept careful hold of his wrists as if he thought Mateo would try to run. I am a Rivera. We do not run from difficult situations. The words in his head sounded scornful, proud. But he couldn’t deny that his hands were shaking, just a little.

If Tomás noticed the trembling, he said nothing about it, and some traitorous little part of Mateo was almost grateful for that. Tomás seemed as though all he wanted was to finish with Mateo so he could return to Fidelia’s side, and the festival the villagers would doubtlessly turn into a celebration of their hero’s return. A stab of betrayal hit Mateo’s heart at that thought, like his new traitor’s mark but on the inside of his skin. This was supposed to be my birthday festival, not a feast for some outlaw.

But what could he do about it? He was helpless, both his parents and himself trapped in the town that had turned on them in moments. His parents, behind bars in the village jail. Himself…

Tomás pushed him again, not hard, just enough to get him moving. It was a few steps to the pillory, but it somehow felt like miles. Fidelia had already unlatched the hinged boards. Mateo hated that she was going to watch. He loved her, even if she preferred her ridiculous outlaw over him. He didn’t want her to see him like this.

The villagers stood below, already shouting and jeering. They’d never done that when it was one of their own. His father had even had to post guards to make sure no one released whatever unfortunate farmer had crossed the governor’s path. Mateo doubted there would be anyone trying to set him free.

They’d reached the thing now. He couldn’t read the look on Fidelia’s face, and he couldn’t see Tomás’ behind him, but the firm grip on his wrists and Fidelia’s cold eyes told him everything he needed to know. He stared into those eyes. Had he really once thought them kind?

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, Rivera,” came Tomás’ low warning, and Mateo realized that he had stiffened his spine against what was coming. He’d done it unconsciously, out of pure instinct, and it took tremendous effort to make his bones unlock from their rigid position. He allowed Tomás to bend him forward, fitting his neck into the place carved out for it.

Tomás kept a hand on his back, letting go of first one wrist and then the other, as if he thought Mateo would try to break loose even now. Mateo breathed deeply and tried to focus on something, anything, other than what was happening.

Tomás stepped away, one hand still on Mateo’s back, and it was Fidelia who closed the other board down on him and latched it into place. The rough wood was uncomfortable, but not terribly so- what was uncomfortable was the stooped position he was trapped in. He could either look at the wooden planks beneath his feet, or raise his eyes to look at the crowd below.

Judging from the laughter and shouted insults he heard, Mateo was better off looking at the boards. His cheeks burned hot with shame and anger- but there was also an odd feeling of resignation.

“Mateo,” said Fidelia, and he turned as best he could to look at her, hoping that perhaps she’d changed her mind-

She spat in his face.

Mateo stood stock-still, staring at her in disbelief. For a moment Fidelia looked stricken, as if she herself couldn’t believe what she’d just done. Then she tossed her head proudly and leapt off the platform in a storm of red skirts. Tomás caught her in his arms and met her with a kiss, and the villagers cheered them riotously as he carried her off.

Traitor, Mateo thought viciously. Traitors all. But thinking that only reminded him of the mark on his chest.

He shifted his feet, wincing as the motion scraped his neck against the rough wood. This would not be a pleasant experience. But it could have been worse. He’d heard that it had once been considered entertainment to pelt a criminal standing in the pillory with rotten fruit and vegetables. But the famine in the village had ensured that the townsfolk wouldn’t want to waste their precious few crops on him. He had escaped that aspect of the punishment at the very least.

Mateo lifted his eyes as far as he could without also lifting his head, and saw one of the farmers bend down to the dust. When the man straightened up again, his hand was curled around a rock.

The sun was hammering down hard, but Mateo felt himself go cold regardless.

The stone struck his cheek, and it was sharp enough to cut. Mateo flinched, and the unyielding boards wrenched his neck cruelly in consequence. The farmer was laughing; Mateo could hear him. He dropped his eyes again, not wanting to see if someone else was picking up another stone.

He kept his gaze on the boards at his feet, and watched the blood from the wounds on his face and chest fall, drop by scarlet drop, onto the sun-bleached wood.

All he could think was How could this happen to me?

[ceciliacloudss]

A small collection of holiday drawings I did for friends! (Veneer for @the-triggered-lizard , Leon and Mateo Rivera for @caitlynnrosespn , Kappy x Kwang for @nepticmancer , Chul x Callie for @olivialivielou )

[docpiplup]

Upcoming series: Ena

In September, the filming of Ena began, a biographical series that will focus on the life of Victoria Eugenie of Battenberg, queen of Spain through her marriage to Alfonso XIII between May 31, 1906 and April 14, 1931, after being the monarchy deposed later by the proclamation of the Second Republic. Great-grandmother of the current king Philip VI of Spain, of whom she was godmother at his baptism. Throughout six chapters, the series will tell the life of Victoria Eugenie and at the same time offer a portrait of a time that changed the world, the first half of the 20th century, from 1905 to 1945. Born on October 24, 1887 in Aberdeenshire, Scotland, Ena was the daughter of Henry of Battenberg and Princess Beatrice, youngest daughter of Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom and Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha. Her godmother was Eugenia de Montijo, empress consort of France as Napoleón III's wife. The name of the series comes from what her friends and family called her since she was little, Ena.

The fiction is based on the novel of the same name by Pilar Eyre. Javier Olivares, who was behind the acclaimed Isabel and El Ministerio del Tiempo, will be the showrunner and plot manager for Ena. In addition to Olivares, the script is written by Isa Sánchez, Daniel Corpas and Pablo Lara Toledo. The series will be directed entirely by women: Anaïs Pareto, director of the series as a whole, in addition to four episodes, and Estel Díaz, who will direct two episodes.

“Ena is the portrait of historical moments that seem distant but are not so far away, because without them we would not understand the times we live in now,” Olivares declares in the press release sent by TVE. The writer and screenwriter remembers that Victoria Eugenie “fought to be happy in a bitter time, in which she witnessed two world wars, a civil war and a great pandemic, the tortuously called Spanish flu.”

For Pilar Eyre, author of the novel, she was "an extraordinary woman: cultured, supportive, liberal-minded, modern and very loyal." And she is excited because "finally all Spaniards can know" the story of a "misunderstood" woman. in their time, which they will always consider foreign." It is a fiction co-produced by RTVE with Ena La Serie AIE, La Cometa TV and Zona App. José Pastor, director of Film and Fiction at RTVE, has pointed out that "it is a "RTVE is proud to be able to portray this interesting historical character, from the point of view of two women directors and with Javier Olivares as showrunner, in one of its best series."

The Spanish actress of Anglo-Danish descent Kimberly Tell will play Ena and Joan Amargós will play Alfonso XIII. For her part, Elvira Mínguez will play Maria Christina von Habsburg-Lothringen, mother of Alfonso XIII. The cast is completed by Lucía Guerrero (Beatrice of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha), Raúl Mérida (Alfonso of Orleans and Bourbon), Juan Gea (Álvaro Figueroa y Torres, Count of Romanones), María Morales (María del Carmen Angoloti y Mesa, Duchess of Victoria), Pedro Mari Sánchez (Rodrigo de Saavedra y Vinent, Marquis of Villalobar), Luisa Gavasa (Eugenia de Montijo) and Joaquín Notario (José de Saavedra y Salamanca, Marquis of Viana)

Mariano Peña will play Miguel Primo de Rivera; Jaume Madaula will play the anarchist Mateo Morral, author of the attack committed at the royal wedding; Tomás del Estal will be Emilio María de Torres y González-Arnáu, and Ángel Ruiz will once again give life to Federico García Lorca, a character he already played in El Ministerio del Tiempo, among others.

The series will be filmed entirely in natural exteriors and interiors, like the Royal Palace of Madrid, the Palace of La Granja de San Ildefonso (Segovia), the Palace of Santoña (Madrid), the Palace of Fernán Núñez (Madrid), the Fort of San Francisco (Guadalajara) and the Magdalena Palace (Santander), built in 1911 by the City Council as a tribute to the monarchs and where Ena spent a good part of her summers in Spain, accompanied by the Royal Family. Filming for the series will continue until the end of December.

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So, the Magdalena Palace is going to be an important location during the series as a summer palace, the main filming location in Gran Hotel, and in that series Ena appeared in the episode 3×13, played by Aída Filx.

Apart from that, are we getting an Olivaresverse (XD)? Most likely not, and it's just references about his previous works as a showrunner, but there are connections between Isabel, Emdt and Ena: Michelle Jenner starring Isabel as Isabella I of Castile, then appearing in a couple of scenes in Emdt episode 1×04 and being an important figure in the lore as the foundress of the ministry (& Eusebio Poncela playing as Cisneros in both series, and also he played Cisneros in the film La Corona Partida and the Carlos Rey Emperador series); Alfonso XIII is a descendant of Isabella I of Castile; Ángel Ruiz appeard as Lorca in Emdt in 4 episodes and now he is on Ena playing as Lorca again, we don't know yet how much screentime he will get or which will his role be (secondary character most likely), but it's great to see more about him!

[la-semillera]

ELENA DEL RIVERO & CRISTINA RIVERA GARZA

XIII

no sé de que otra manera describir la palabra violencia

Monday, October 06, 2003

BLOGSIVELA 2003

LXVI

(el nombre, la narrativa y la violencia)

RECUERDO

Un hombre le pregunta a otro si se dice “corrupto” o “corrompido”. Esto ocurre, lo recuerdo, a la entrada del Palacio Municipal, frente a un puesto de periódicos, bajo una manta que reza:

AQUÍ SE RECIBEN SUS ARMAS DE FUEGO

.

DES-APARICIÓN

Sueño y, dentro del sueño, soy una sonámbula que sabe (con el hartazgo que da la certeza absoluta) (con ese sutil aburrimiento de cosa-que-ineludiblemente-se-acaba) que pronto despertará. Lo hago cuando Alguien toca a mi puerta.

—Está lloviendo —le digo antes de que él se vuelva hacia su auto y me señale el rostro amoratado de una mujer tras la ventanilla.

—La encontré cerca del bosque —me informa. Me dio su dirección.

Los observo a los dos, sin entender (que es como le corresponde ver a alguien que acaba de regresar de un sueño dentro del cual era una sonámbula). Los observo por largos minutos amurallados. Los observo y, finalmente, de algún lugar de la conciencia (que, como la inconsciencia, no está escondida sino en todos los sitios) sé con exactitud lo que debo hacer. Voy hacia mi bolso, lo abro, extraigo un par de billetes de la.cartera, regreso, coloco los billetes extraídos sobre la mano del hombre,.le doy las gracias, le sonrío.

Acaba de ocurrir un intercambio.

—¿Es su pariente? —me pregunta justo en el momento en que duda. Cuando está ya a punto de darse la vuelta y cerrar para siempre el.incidente llamado Encontré a Una Mujer Amoratada Cerca del Bosque, el hombre no lo puede evitar y titubea.

—¿Qué? —le sonrío ahora—, ¿le parece que nos parecemos?

SIGNIFICADOS DE LA LLUVIA

Cuando el momento del despertar sucede bajo la lluvia quiere decir que La Verdadera Historia no ha iniciado aún.

La lluvia es anticipación.

Estar bajo la lluvia y estar despierto es lo mismo que ser una sonámbula que sabe lo que acabará pasando dentro de un sueño.

La lluvia es exceso.

Cuando una Mujer Amoratada se (des)aparece bajo la lluvia quiere decir que urge enunciar la palabra “sangre”, la palabra “violencia”, las palabras “para siempre”.

LA MIRADA IMPOSIBLE

En The Plague of Fantasies, especialmente en el capítulo titulado “The Seven Veils of Fantasy”, dice Slajov Zizek que una narrativa fantasmática siempre involucra una mirada imposible, es decir, la mirada a través de la cual el sujeto se hace presente en el momento mismo de su propia concepción*. Yo leo esto justo cuando La Mujer Amoratada se vuelve a verme desde detrás de la ventanilla y su mirada atraviesa el cuerpo (casi invisible) (casi presente) de la lluvia.

* Slavoj Zizek,The Plague of Fantasies,

Verso, Nueva York, 1997, p. 16.

_ ¿Ha estado usted alguna vez en el Mar del Norte?, fragmento del libro Feliz como con mujer, Cristina Rivera-Garza.

- A Chant, Installation View. 2021. The Archive of Dust: An Ongoing Project, Es Baluard Museum, Palma de Mallorca. Curated by Mateo Feijóo. Photographs by David Bonet

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happy birthday mateo rivera-ogden !!

28th july

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EAST HAVEN'S 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY EVENT: THE WIND STORM

With the 1 year anniversary of East Haven's opening, we have decided to have an event that centers around a wind storm that is blowing it's way through town, inciting chaos where ever it goes. The event will start on January 5th at 12pm (noon) and end on January 15th at 12am (midnight). No new starters should be posted after January 10th.

You were placed into groups that are listed below. You will be expected to write with at least one character in that group that you normally do not write with. You are still free to do other threads with others in the group, but are required to at least one.

Participation for this event will be mandatory. Acceptances and checks will be held as usual. Reminder: Injuries need to be in by January 3rd*. You can find the form here. Details of this will be posted on the 5th.

Characters and locations are listed under the cut and will be updated with acceptances & unfollows. Please use the tag easthavenevent007.

East Haven Memorial - Maple Hills

Stevie Wagner - Kayla Johnny Wagner - K Sunny Hussan - Jennie River Jackson - Star Sarah Ruiz - El Gale Peterson - Nadine Callum Jackson - Madison Alec Kincade - Justin Aubrey Miller - Lital Wesley Levitt - K

City Hall - Downtown

Nate Clairmont - Kayla Brody Evans - Jackie Aarin Duskin - K Chantel Bedford - Katelyn Ann-Marie Seigert - Jennie Maggie Sommers - Kayla Mallory Sinclair - K Verity Wagner - Mat Max Diax - Star Isabella Castro - JimJam Andrew Jackson - Nadine

Willow Springs Apartments - Downtown

Ashi Hussan - Kayla Emre Ediz - K Orion Blakely - Justin Jude Sanchez-Khalid - Star Amerie Chen - Mat Dana Allen-Lopez - K Apollo Williams - Desi Riley Day - Marie Celine Ediz - Gigi Beyza Senkan - Kayla

Heywood University - Downtown

Liliana Santos-Blake - Nadine Cami Quintana-Lopez - Marie Cristian Hernandez - Dix Asher Spring - Kae Wyatt Wheeler - K Prue Cassidy - Kayla Marcus Reyes - K Alex Fontenelle - Madison Frederick Sullivan - Star Genevieve Hernandez - Beki

Fire Department - Downtown

Connor Bowen - K Penelope Ruiz - Nadine Benjamin Jackson - Justin Harlow Hanlon - S Eddie Castro - Kayla Ari Seong-Paterson - Katelyn Keely Seigert - Desi Brady Levitt - Jennie Roman Rhodes - G Javier Rivera - Dix Renee Thompson - K

Mount Aston Lodge - Mount Aston

Josiah Huddington - Katelyn Neena Wagner - Gigi Dilara Baysal - K Malik Farouk - Jackie Travis Jackson - Kayla Samuel Bradford - S Cameron Hatcher - Dix Mason Paterson - K Josh Pryce - Nadine Diego Castro - Star

Gas n Go - Sutherland Park

Shane Marshall - Jay Alice Cheung - K Bridget Levitt - Kayla James Morrison - Sam Quentin Levitt - Nadine Hunter Renner - Star Bee Bowen - El Estella Harris - Lital Julieta Alvarez - K Alliannah Vaughn - Katelyn

Animal House Shelter - Maple Hills

Evren Osman - Katelyn Morgan Fontenelle - K Alaric Farrow - S Lance Browne - Justin Roberta Rhodes - Kayla Gavin Gunther - Jackie Chanse Ainsworth - Kae Chloe Austin - Madison Mateo Torres - K Isla Ricci - Mat

South Pines - Primrose Heights

Abraham Wilson - K Julian Heywood - Nadine Luciana Medina - Kayla Owen Bentley - Star Ricky Thompson - Jennie Luna Morales - Lital Simon Heywood - Marie Matt Wheeler - Kayla Valentina Delgado - K Rohan Belton-Stone - Justin

Old Maple Way - Maple Hills

Dean Walker - Dix Nicole Peterson - Kayla Haven Sinclair - Katelyn Oliver Hensley - JimJam Aster Moon - G Hazal Senkan - K Kanyon Webb - Jackie Aindreis Blythe - Marie Yasmin Ansari - K Sydney Heywood - Gigi Demir Ediz - Lisa

Tequila Cowboy - Sutherland Park

Donovan Morgan - Star Marcel Vaughn - Mat Amayah Fontenelle - Nadine Abel Morgan - K Teagan Weatherford - Katelyn Jaslene Clairmont - K Maverick Bennett - Dix Sofia Carmichael - Kayla Romeo Clark - Jackie Graham Winters - JimJam

Maple Hills Mall - Maple Hills

Parker Campbell - K Xia Huang-Clark - Kayla Viktor Pierce - Dix Lenny Clairmont - K Nancy Lee - Kayla Nora Sinclair - Beki Tyler Day - Star Summer Cassidy - El Ali Webster - Sam Daniel Kwon - Nadine Harrison Lee - Jennie

Moose Lodge Rentals - Primrose Heights

Nick Wagner - Kayla Eli Browne - K Vivek Virani - Jackie Charlie Davis - Star Waverly Erickson - Em Cael Montgomery - Nadine Adem Sahir - Madison Jeremy Lieberman - Kayla Jo Spring - Marie Logan Walker - K

*We did change this so we could have time to talk to and plan these injuries.