#tw armas

[ikarike]

─ ★ wisteria / al contrario de aquellos que se hacían llamar los suyos, yusuke no tiene nada que celebrar. ha sido atrapado en las redes del sabbat una vez más. una historia demasiado repetitiva que sólo logra dejar de lado al distraerse con los juegos que le resultaban humanos incluso cuando no disimulan naturaleza macabra. ' me quedan tres balines, ¿qué premio te gustaría obtener? ' aprovechando cercanía con otro vástago, deja en manos ajenas la retribución de premio que poco le interesa. ' puedes permitirte un poco de ambición ' se jacta de habilidades, con una mirada confiada.

[satcmis]

satomi amano en las carreras de demolición : the man comes around .

[dailyflicks]

ANA DE ARMAS as JOI in BLADE RUNNER 2049 (2017), dir. Denis Villeneuve

[elisefrost]

ANA DE ARMAS as JOI Blade Runner 2049 (2017) dir. Denis Villeneuve

[milliumizoomi]

Hi, I was thinking Armando Ateras x Reader. So let’s just say that Reader is half human and half vampire and she controls her thirst but she still needs to feed but the hospital is closed down. When Armando came home, he noticed that the house is completely quiet and he saw Reader on the bed back turn and was breathing heavily. He walked towards her and he noticed that her eyes were brown and dark and has dark circles under her eyes and he asked what is wrong and told him that she needs to feed but the hospital is closed down. So Armando offers her to feed off from him but she says no quickly but still lets her feed. :)

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄

☆彡SUMMARY.; You’re so thirsty, and yet you can’t take the help he’s offering.

☆彡FEATURED.; ARMANDO x HALFVAMP!READER

☆彡TROPE.; ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

☆彡FORMAT.; ONE SHOT

☆彡GENRE.; SLIGHT CRACK + ANGST (if you squint) + FLUFF

☆彡WARNINGS.; Mentions of Blood, Mentions of human testing, Child Abandonment, Mentions of Death, Biting, + Mature Language

☆彡NOTES.; Thank you sooo much for the request and I’m sorry it took so long, it took me 3 days to edit this🧍🏽‍♀️,, it was kicking my ass fr but I had fun writing it since I don’t think I’ve ever written something like this before. I hope yall enjoyyyy!!🥰🥰

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED🧛🏽‍♀️.

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Death.

So this is what this dreaded thing feels like.

It had felt like years, centuries even you’ve been at home feeling pain beyond what you believe to be normal.

Put it simply, you’re thirsty as shit and the only thing that you can drink to ease it a little you have nothing of.

Blood.

With you being half vampire and all, it’d make sense that’d be the only thing you can even think of drinking.

The backstory of you being or becoming a vampire is definitely not a pretty one. You were tested in from an early age. Your shit parents sold you off for a couple grubby dollars because they could. They just didn’t want to take care of you, so what better way to get rid of a kid than selling her off right?

God bless the world now though because they’re dead, and they never get to bring another kid into this world. It took years of being prodded, poked, scanned, and lasered until Miami Department came and got you out of there. Only the people on this mission was even aware of your situation and what exactly you were.

Your situation was made top secret, which meant not many should even know you’re the person rescued from this place. Only the people in the mission, which was AMMO, and the captain, that was it.

That being said you had to be kept in a facility for a while to be monitored before they let you go. They didn’t want to risk anything so they had to make sure you were good to go to be let out. And with you being so top-secret, that meant you had to stay in a place with someone that already knew your secret. Marcus decided to take you in, after many, many… many talks with Mike. They made sure you got what you needed and you even got the chance to integrate back into society.

However, this isn’t the matter at hand right now.

With this all being said, the fact was that you were not full vampire. With that in mind, this sheer thirst you have for blood right now is absolutely ridiculous. You’ve never had this problem before.

You don’t even know why you’re feeling like this in the first place.

You were usually able to control yourself, control your desires, your urges, your thirst. But now, it felt like you could rip the walls off hospital just to get inside for even a drop of blood.

Stones felt like they were piling higher and higher into your neck.

You were so fucking thirsty.

It had been god knows how many hours, close to about 2 days since the hospital closed down and you could feel the hot sensation of burning in your insides, along with fatigue and pain all over your body. You could curse the damned hospitals for putting you through this. You could control your thirst, you knew you could, but for some reason these last couple days, you had been completely insatiable.

And the people who could help you right now had been gone for almost a week. One of them being your boyfriend of 11 months.

Armando.

You had met him at the department, where you usually had to go for routine inspection of the state of your body and your abilities. He had been let out of jail for sometime, and with him being on AMMO, his father informed him of your situation.

Apparently he trusted his son with your secret.

He was weary of you at first, but that quickly died when he saw how you carried yourself. What led him to become so drawn to you was your raw strength and mental fortitude. He was impressed (and partially terrified) not only of your speed and strength, but also your ability to keep your thirst for blood at a minimum.

Granted nobody else in the world was like you.

Still though, he half expected you to react in the ways he’d seen vampires in movies would, unarticulated and flat out greedy for blood. Your personality is what sold him though, but that’s a story for another time.

Right now, the man you were currently silently begging to come home was nowhere to be found, as he was busy on a mission, and only god knows how long it’ll take him, or anybody else who knows about your situation to come back, You wanted him to be back so badly so he could just hold you as you went through this, not wanting to be alone. You were laying on your side, back facing the door and breathing so hard you were feeling severely lightheaded, even when laying down.

The after what felt like another hour had gone by, you heard the front door open and could’ve screamed for joy if you weren’t so damn thirsty and borderline passing out.

“Baby..?”

You heard his voice as his smell was enough to make you feel like you could get through this.

Armando, on the other hand, was on it.

Immediately, when he neared the bedroom after putting his stuff down, he could already sense something was wrong. When he saw you laying on the bed, back facing him and breathing hard, he immediately was on full alert.

He came over to you and slowly turned you over in your back, trying to assess the state you’re in.

“Mama? Talk to me, tell what’s wrong, what do you need?”

You looked at him, barely able to form words, you were just so out of it. He noticed your usual brown eyes were so dark they were border-lining black now, and under your eyes were dark circles. You looked like you haven’t slept in days.

“Mama talk to me please.. I need to know what to do to help you..”

“..thirsty.” You barely manage to answer him, practically gasping as the single word left your mouth.

“Where’s your blood baby? You don’t have any more?”

You shook your head no. And you already knew what his next question would be, so again, grasping at straws for the words to rip themselves from the back of your burning throat, you managed to say, “..hospital’s closed.. can’t get more..”

He tsks at the information you just told him. He quickly kicks off his shoes and climbs onto the bed, lifting your head slowly to rest and on his lap as he brushes your hair, trying to find anyway to alleviate the pain he knows you’re in right now.

Judging by your state, you could very well die without getting blood somehow, and of course he could go get it for you, but he doesn’t want to leave your side.

He can’t risk that.

“Mama vamos... bebe el mío, no puedo dejarte así...”

At this point, you felt like your head was splitting and your ears were ringing, so you swore you had heard him wrong. You gave him an incredulous look, which he picked up on. “Baby I’m not kidding.” Quickly, but carefully, he pulled your body up so you were in a position where you were sitting in his lap, face facing his.

“You look like you’re about to pass out, you need to drink some of mine, now.”

You shake your head immediately. Weakly, you respond, “Hell no.. I’m not doing that. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“No te lo estaba preguntando.”

He shoots you a look, and if you could, you’d muster up the strength to roll your eyes. You swore you’d never drink directly from a person, it just felt so wrong to you, wrong to even think about. It would make you feel less human, and it already took you months to start ingesting blood.

“Woman drink, now!” Still being stubborn, you didn’t budge. So he had to take matters into his own hands. He guided your head from the crook of his shoulder to look at him.

“Listen to me mama.. I can tell you’re fucking exhausted and tired, so I need you to listen to me and drink, I’ll be damned if I lose you to your stubbornness. I’m not playing with you. Drink.” You start shying away from the intensity of his gaze and words.

You knew very well what you not listening to him would do. Sighing, you sucked it up and looked at him, nodding. He leans back a bit and takes off his shirt, then cranes his neck to one side, fully surrendering himself so you can start the process.

You swallow nervously, the dry feeling scraping at your insides. Slowly, you lean closer, your fangs slowly growing as your face draws closer to his face. You stop momentarily, not sure if you want to go through with this. “Go on baby, está bien..” he rasps, rubbing your back gently.

At his reassurance, you come close enough to his neck and open your mouth, your sharp fangs coming into view and bite down. He groans at the intrusion, his body momentarily tensing at the feeling.

You on the other hand felt as if you were in pure bliss. The sounds you were making at the taste of his blood would have the neighbors sharing some questionable looks. You felt so energized, and you couldn’t get enough. His blood felt like crack to you, it was so addictive. Armando swore it would hurt more than it did. It felt.. pleasing.

He liked it.

Maybe he should let you do this more often.

Finally, you pull back from him, dazed. He too is a little whipped from the situation. He holds the back of your head as you pull back, studying your face. Your eyes were already beginning to glow, reverting to their original color. “¿Mejor?” You nod yes, bringing a hand up to wipe the access blood and the corner of your mouth. Your body had felt like it was buzzing with pure electricity.

It felt so much better.

“See.. that’s why you need to listen to me mama.”

You nodded in agreement. “Yeah I know.. thank you baby.”

He smiled at you. “De nada, mamá...now can you wrap this up for me so we can shower?” Gesturing to his neck.

You laugh a bit and smile. “Sí, vale.”

[GLOSSARY]

“Mama vamos... bebe el mío, no puedo dejarte así...” —“Mama, let’s go... drink mine, I can’t leave you like that...”

“No te lo estaba preguntando.” — “I wasn’t asking you.”

“. . . está bien..” — “. . . it’s fine..”

“¿Mejor?” — “Better?”

“De nada, mamá. . .” — “You’re welcome, mama. . .”

“Sí, vale.” — “Yeah, okay.”

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[illusionisle]

2024 Toronto International Film Festival | "Eden" Premiere

[dearmasdaily]

ANA DE ARMAS at the 80th Annual Golden Globes

[dckhwn]

─ ★ abierto / puede que el malkavian considere encontrar aquel megáfono un puro acto de suerte cuando hilares de pensamiento se desvían hacia el poder divertirse con situación que demasiado amargor atraía hacia su pecho, pero cualquiera que lo conozca al menos un poco sería consciente de que dejar un elemento como tal en manos de un hombre tan impredecible podría ser peor que un arma cargada. ' ¿no crees que esto podría valer millones? ' enseña el elemento a vástago que ha encontrado entre la penumbra, cierta amenaza en la manera en que lo manipula, y tanta firmeza en el tono como una melodía extrañamente jovial. ' quizás deberíamos dejar de esperar y atraerlos hacia nosotros '.

[mvplot]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐃…

tw // uso de armas de fuego, uso de armas de fuego en eventos masivos, mención de disparos.

La avenida principal y el muelle de Arcadia Bay vibran con el fervor estival, alentado por las horas de celebración en honor a la ciudad. Mientras la hora del broche de oro se acerca, la mayoría de los arcadianos que han decidido asistir al evento se van acercando al muelle; y es que la alcaldía ha tirado la casa por la ventana y los fuegos artificiales prometen eclipsar los de cualquier fiesta de Año Nuevo. La excitación se siente en el aire; este parece vibrar con emoción y anticipación. ¿Fuegos artificiales? ¡Qué maravilloso! Los únicos que pueden verse en el pueblo son el cuatro de julio, y son lanzados por los mismos vecinos, patriotas hasta la médula, que eligen adornar el cielo de Arcadia Bay con sus estallidos luminosos. El tumulto de gente se prepara para el espectáculo. Algunos prefieren quedarse atrás, mientras que otros hacen lo posible para quedar en primera fila. La alcaldesa Leroy vuelve a hacer su aparición en el improvisado escenario del muelle.  —¡Ahora sí, arcadianos! —la alcaldesa llamó la atención de todos los presentes—. Ha llegado la hora de coronar nuestra celebración por otro año de Arcadia Bay. ¡Que esperamos siga de pie por los siglos de los siglos! —el modesto público prorrumpió en silbidos y aplausos efervescentes. El orgullo arcadiano no podía ser manchado—. Sin más preámbulos, ¡damos inicio al show de fuegos artificiales de Arcadia Bay! La pirotecnia da inicio con bombos y platillos; el show de luces iluminando toda la bahía y despertando un vitoreo acalorado de los espectadores, quienes entre aplausos y tambaleos se vuelven indistinguibles entre sí mientras vuelcan su completa atención en los fuegos artificiales. El estruendo de los estallidos es lo único que ahoga los vítores del público, tan pendiente del espectáculo que nadie se percata de las cuatro misteriosas figuras abriéndose paso entre la gente hasta que un nuevo estallido a sus espaldas hace que unos cuantos giren la cabeza, confundidos. ¿Por qué una explosión se escucharía tan cercana? Las detonaciones de los fuegos artificiales no resuenan a proximidad de la gente. No se trata de un ruido sordo, sino de uno contundente, concreto. Ese reventón tenía que ser otra cosa.   No es sino hasta que uno de los asistentes señala un tira y afloja proveniente del lugar de origen del estruendo que varios notan a los extraños, justo cuando uno de ellos parece arrastrar a un espectador con él. Algunos de los asistentes, arcadianos de pura cepa, intentan proceder para asistir aquel siendo forcejeado. Sin embargo, lo que termina por sembrar el caos es lo que sin lugar a dudas se trata de varios disparos al suelo. Esto evita que los arcadianos traten de intervenir, y se quedan en sus sitios, perplejos, sin saber cómo proceder sin poner sus vidas en peligro.  En medio de la vorágine, gritos empiezan a escucharse y a opacar el ambiente festivo que había reinado hasta el momento. La gente aunada en la bahía se dispersa, corre por sus vidas cuando los disparos vuelven a oírse. Esta vez, dos de los cuatro extraños se llevaban a otro individuo en un forcejeo interminable que acaba con un golpe en la cabeza del secuestrado con la culata del arma. Los testigos huyen hacia la avenida principal o hacia cualquier callejón por donde escapar, alertando a los arcadianos que poco y nada entienden de lo que ocurre. Algunos se demoran más en unirse a la histeria colectiva, otros se dejan embargar por el pavor y la incertidumbre, pero lo cierto es una cosa: el broche de oro del aniversario de Arcadia Bay se trata de tragedia que nadie pudo haber anticipado y que nublará la efeméride para siempre.

INFORMACIÓN OOC

Lo que se vivenció en el show de fuegos artificiales fue un secuestro a mano de unos sujetos encapuchados que se llevaron a dos miembros de la comunidad de Arcadia Bay en un forcejeo violento.

Cada usuario puede decidir si su personaje se dio cuenta o no de lo que estaba ocurriendo, si quiso intervenir o no (pero no pudo). No es necesario que lo agreguen a sus threads si no lo desean, pero siéntanse libres de añadir la intervención como estimen conveniente.

Cualquier duda o pregunta, nuestro buzón está abierto.

[maigawa]

poco sorprendida del desenlace recorre espacio con mirada furtiva. una de las ligas que cubría su pierna llevaba pequeñas cantidades de vitae, no volvería a caer en esa idiotez de ir sin nada. extrae uno de los tubos, lo empina para que el contenido baje por su sistema y le de la energía necesaria. escucha pasos de alguien que no ve "¿cuántos crees que sean?" consulta sacando navaja de bolsillo escondido de su camisa "será divertido una pelea contra ellos ¿verdad?" en ese momento levanta mirada a opueste.

[pekoeboo]

"It's okay, Khalan. I'm right here. You're safe."

some Pain based on a few new developments within the SMP story. got a decently long explanation under the cut, for anyone interested.

so @cookieg122 and I decided that Khalan and Aya eventually find themselves in Aya's home dimension - a world ruled by a race of powerful fairies who are hell-bent on eternal conquest and proudly declare their violent Empire as the strongest in the world. Aya was their princess, having disappeared under mysterious circumstances (aka when she arrived in Drehmal), and her older brother had been searching for her ever since.

her sudden return ended up placing Khalan under suspicion though - as Aya's brother wrongly assumed that Khalan was responsible for "kidnapping" Aya and had him arrested as a result;; the corrupt king also got involved, hearing terrible rumors that were quickly circulating about Khalan and believing that he had hurt his daughter, so he made the swift decision to have Khalan publicly tortured and executed the next morning (multiple times over; since Khalan is immortal) as a way to make an example out of him to the Empire's subjects and remind them of what happens if they step out of line and threaten the royal family.

so of course Aya saves him!!!! she convinces her brother that Khalan is innocent so he also helps out with the rescue, and between the two of them they manage to stand up to their dad and save Khalan from a terrible situation ;n;;

there's like. so SO much more to this concept that I can't really explain, but that's roughly what's going on within the feelsy art here;; I kept thinking of just. the intense emotions happening within that moment, of Aya stepping up and taking on the role of comforter even though that's normally Khalan's thing. role reversal tropes always get me, and tbh Khalan just needs a moment to break down and process just how terrifying that whole situation was before he can help Aya deal with everything too;;

srry this got long, I wasn't sure how else to explain this pic without going into some detail. but I hope y'all can appreciate the feels anyway ;o;

Aya Armas belongs to @cookieg122 also on deviantart

[skirino]

le ha dado fin a la vida de uno de los cazadores pisándole los talones cuando escucha los pasos de un segundo individuo adentrándose en el interior de la destartalada cafetería. entonces se mueve con agilidad hasta las sombras, manteniéndose oculta gracias a la ofuscación y mientras la cercanía del otre se vuelve inminente. cuando menos parece esperarlo, le acerca la hoja de un cuchillo al cuello en forma de amenaza. sin embargo, la llamas que ondean en las afueras ilumina contornos naranjas en el rostro de le desconocide, otorgándole toda la identidad que había carecido hasta entonces. ' ah, eres tú, ' murmura, casi con decepción y bajando el arma. ' ¿te ha seguido alguno? '

[mortissez]

📍 ZONA INDUSTRIAL

oídos constantemente alertas, no se perderían ni una aguja cayendo a la nieve, o un muerto pestañeando dado el caso de se encuentra en un cementerio. los pasos que se acercan en la oscuridad le hicieron apretar los puños, y caminar pausado con la intención de ser alcanzada. cuanto estuvo lo suficientemente cerca se volteó, saltándole encima y apuntando el filo de su cuchillo contra el cuello ajeno, mientras su mano libre se aferra a la ropa con potencia para no dejarle ir. " ¿estás jodidamente locx? " espeta con la mandíbula apretada. cuando irises se pasean por fauces foráneas, es cuando relaja el agarre, y una sonrisa gozosa se asoma en sus labios al ver el corte que dejó detrás. " no te vuelvas a acercar así o te cortaré el cuello. "

[wool-string]

[elisefrost]

ANA DE ARMAS as JOI Blade Runner 2049 (2017) dir. Denis Villeneuve

[feiticeirasdeboche]

As pessoas não entendem o peso da Ana e Mia nas nossas vidas, eu fiquei relaxada e tudo o que eu ganhei foi gordura e mais gordura, sendo uma balofa imensa que estou. Desculpa Ana e Mia, vocês são amigas.