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Valentino was not the type of person to interact with people. In his almost 900 years of living, he has never been the type of person to initiate a conversation.  And so, that was why on most days, he rarely left his house. And the times that he did, it was late— very late— at night when he got the munchies and decided he wanted some greasy food to eat.

So, now there he was. Waiting for his burger to be finished at The Howling Moon at 2 AM. That was when the door rang and he looked over his shoulder. “Well, hello there,” he said, trying his best to seem as charismatic as possible.

#[ valentino /// el habla con nightfang ] #FINALLY my first tino post aaaaah

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Mireddys gave the barista a soft smile as they handed her the cup of coffee. Today was her day off from her job at the bar, meaning she could finally spend an evening without having to deal with drunk assholes the entire time. But, working late nights the entire week had a toll on her, and when she woke up she found herself in desperate need of a coffee.

But, apparently, her half-asleep state was too much for her to handle. The moment she turned, she collided with the black haired man behind her. And, to her dismay, her perfect mug of caramel latte goodness ended up spilling straight onto their shirt.

“Ah, shit!” she cried out.

#[ mireddys /// ella habla con enzo ] #this took 5ever and i have like 10 more closed starters to go #*breathes in* aaaaaaaaaaaah #[ me /// currently hating uni ]

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“Oh, you guys didn’t hit me up to do brunch?”

#[ yo /// pensando en mis bebes ] #[ valentino /// el rey de tu cuerpo ]

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MANNY MONTANA, CIS MALE, HE/HIM, INCUBUS   /   deep in the pacific northwest lives VALENTINO DEL SOL. i heard they’ve been living there for thirteen years and last saw them hanging around the howling moon, i think they might’ve been taking on their late night cravings. at eight hundred and thirty three years old, ‘tino doesn’t look a day over thirty. everyone around here always associates them with skin painted in ink, towers of money, and mysteries locked behind closed doors.. hope they enjoy their stay ! 

1164 CE. In what is today Central Mexico, a tribe belonging to the Toltec Empire is in distress. A woman of dark magic terrorizes the civilization, casting curses, enchanments and more on the people. But, none more did she terrorize than a young woman named Xochiquetzal. Her curse on this innocent girl was cruel, and unnecessary. She cursed her to give birth to a monster. She cursed her to give birth to Valentino.

Originally named Huitzilopochtli, it was clear that Valentino was inhuman from the start of his life. He had no sort of basic human emotions- he didn’t care for the people of his tribe, and there had been plenty of times when he’d hurt them— or worse. He did not have the appearance of an indigenous person. His features were a blend of different ethnic backgrounds, and to the Toltec people- who had yet to have any experience with those out of their continent- this was terrifying.

His first lover died immediately after their first time. And as times passed, the system continued. It was clear what he was, and his tribe didn’t want him. They exiled him from the community, and for the hundreds of years he lived alone. He watched the Spaniards invade and capture his people, he watched wars break out, and people die.

He would change his names constantly, taking up different identities of Mexican backgrounds. Eventually, around the late 60s, he took the identity of Valentino Del Sol. By then, he’d already been living in the U.S. Over the years, Valentino made a lot of money. He either fucked his way into it, or used his skills as a self-taught entrepreuner. He’s put his shares in several companies, and has cash coming from all directions.

He moved to Arcana Falls in 1984, and found himself liking the small town. It was quiet enough for him to keep most of his secrets to himself. He’s mostly a mystery to everyone. He’s seen every now and then, mostly at Howling Moon because he loves greasy food. People know him, and his name— he’s got a seemingly friendly persona, they know he’s rich as hell, they know he likes to fuck, but other than that. Nothing. Very few in the town know about him, and those who do are not too high in number.

#[ valentino /// el rey de tu cuerpo ] #inferisintro

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A needed break was needed from being stooped over the same piece for the past few hours. And what better way to do that than to visit his favorite bar in town? Though the term of favorite was used loosely. Luther was only interested in one person in particular there, and he was almost sure the man didn’t return his sentiments. 

His arrival to The Rough Draft was a loud one as per usual. Loud greetings were said to familiar faces as he made his way further into the bar. Most of the folks regarded him coolly, but some gave a wave or even spared a few words. When he reached the bar top, he patted the counter as he got settled on top of a stool. “Evening, let’s start off with two drafts, yeah?” He asked the bartender on shift with a wide smile.

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Mireddys’ headache was terrible. Actually, terrible was an understatement. She knew it was her fault, since she should’ve known better than to get shit-faced with the pretty Colombian woman she’d been talking to— especially on a work night. But she lived by a motto and it was to ‘live in the moment, and let Future Mireddys worry about the consequences.’ She hated herself for that.

When there was a sudden burst of loud greetings,she couldn’t help but wince in pain. Working at a bar in such a volume sensitive state was the least bit of fun. But, this was the norm whenever Luther came in, and all she could do was mope about it to herself in her hungover state.  She gave him a quick nod of her head as a sad excuse of a greeting— it was a small motion, but she ended up regretting it as she felt aching throb in the back of her head— as she sat on on of the stools.

When he ordered his drink, Mireddys could only give him a weak smile as she turned to the row of metal kegs. “Two draft beers it is!”

#[ mireddys /// ella habla con luther ]

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Two seconds. Two seconds and Arm was stirring up a shit storm. Solomon had taken his eyes off of his cat to pour a highball into a polished glass for two fucking seconds. Then, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the furry thing slowly reach out with a paw - trying her hardest to be stealthy. Next thing he knew the damn cat had her toe beans in a nearby patron’s drink, and he near about shouted. 

“Arm, get your fucking foot- paw outta there,” he snapped, quick with his actions to haul the feline off of the bar counter. There was a loud series of meows in protest, but he held onto her tight and leaned away from getting wet paw prints on his face. “Fuck, sorry about that- lemme get you another one after I put this fucking menace away.” Said menace squirmed again and wriggled her way onto the floor. 

Mireddys grimaced as she watched the cat stick its paw into her freshly poured drink. This was, unfortunately for her, not the first time she had a feline foot step into her draft beer and based on her past experience at the bar- it would not be the last. But, she was way too drunk to care.

After working long shifts at The Rough Draft this entire week, she had only one goal for her day off: get drunk and then get laid. And she was not going to let Solomon’s annoying little fur ball ruin phase one of her plan. So, with a goofy smile and cheeks red, she leaned forward in her chair and said, in almost uninterpretable slurred speech, “Yeah, it’s totally fine don’t worry about it!”

She inched closer to his face, head bobbing as she continued “As long as you make it two new glasses of Corona.”

#mireddys does not like animals (tm) #BUT she is willing to pretend she does if it makes ppl happy #[ mireddys /// ella habla con solomon ]

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♔ EIZA GONZALEZ GIF HUNT ♔

Under the cut, you will find #160, small/medium, HQ gifs of the bombshell Eiza Gonzalez. Best known Santanico Pandemonium from From Dusk Till Dawn. Requested by anonymous. None of these gifs were made by me. A huge thank you goes to the awesome makers. All the credits go to them and I don’t claim any of their work as my own. A like or a reblog would make me very happy because it took me hours to finish this hunt.

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#[ yo /// pensando en mis bebes ] #[ mireddys /// la cazadora que ama ]

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𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐙 𝐆𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒.   in the link below you will find   𝟐𝟔𝟓  75x75 gif icons of my snake goddess eiza gonzalez as her role of  KISA  in from dusk till dawn  ,   MONICA CASTILLO  in baby driver  ,   and in few select various interviews  .   eiza was born on jan 30  ,  1990  making her  twenty nine years old ;   she is of mexican & southern american descent  -  so please cast accordingly !  none of these gifs are originally mine  ,   neither are the psd(s)  .   i just cropped and put the psd on them !   this gif hunt will be updated  periodically   .   if you find yourself using these gif icons  ,   please  LIKE OR REBLOG this post  .   some of these gifs have been pulled from the following hunt(s)  :  none   .   

                                             𝐆𝐈𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 .

#[ yo /// pensando en mis bebes ] #[ mireddys /// la cazadora que ama ]

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[ mireddys    ///  la cazadora que ama ] info about by mireddys, starters, etc. [ valentino   ///   el rey de tu cuerpo ] info about valentino, starters, etc. [ yo   ///   otras cosas  ] extra stuff that doesn’t really [ yo   /// no tengo mi velo ] ooc stuff [ mireddys   ///  ella habla con name ] mireddys’ convos w/ ppl [ valentino   ///   el habla con name ] valentino‘s convos w/ ppl [ yo   ///   pensando en mis bebes ] musing stuff~

 i most definitely forgot some stuff so this will be updated

#this is mostly for me bc im dumb and always forget my tags but i thought this would be cute so yah #[ yo /// no tengo mi velo ] #[ yo /// otras cosas ]

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EIZA GONZALEZ, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER, HUNTER   /   deep in the pacific northwest lives MIREDDYS SOTOS. i heard they’ve been living there for 3 years and last saw them hanging around the rough draft, i think they might’ve been trying to drink the night away. at twenty-nine years old, reddy doesn’t look a day over twenty-five. everyone around here always associates them with one night stands, drunken laughter, and a smile that's up to no good. hope they enjoy their stay !

Mireddys Sotos was born in Guadalajara, Mexico on October 30th, and stayed there most of her life. She’s the troublesome only child of a rich family. With a doctor of a father, and an heiress of a mother- it’s very clear that Mireddys was destined to be spoiled as a child.

Growing up, she got whatever she wanted, whenever she asked. Her neighborhood was filled with other wealthy, privileged families but even to her neighbors she was seen as the girl spoiled rotten. Her birthday parties were equivalent to festivals, her clothes always brand new, her status was near one of a princess.

As a teenager, her popularity around the city boomed. Every day she had a new boy or girl she was messing around with, though she kept her female relationships under the radar as it was the 80s and she could only fear what her parents would do if they knew the “close friends” she brought home weren’t ever there to help her with homework.

Every weekend, she was attending a new party, getting into some trouble with her group of friends- whether it be with her parents or the police. Her life was euphoric, and she couldn’t expect herself to ever settle down.

Until she did.

She met a guy at a party when she was 23 and what was supposed to be a one night stand turned into him moving in. And then she got pregnant. And then they got married. And then she gave birth to the loveliest girl she had ever laid her eyes on.

With her new family, she decided to move out of Mexico and into California. Her lifestyle changed there. No more was she the one to stay out all night in crowded clubs, taking people she just met back to a hotel. She had a family, and she was happy.

And then it all fell apart. It was a normal night, with a beautiful round moon hanging in the dark sky, when the werewolf came. It seemingly appeared from thin air, charging at her husband first. Teeth digging into his neck, he was dead on impact. Mireddys’ first instinct was to take her daughter and run. But her human legs were nowhere near as fast as those of the omega’s. It grabbed her daughter by her throat and viciously dragged her back. Mireddys’ took a butcher knife hanging near the kitchen and charged at its neck. With hard whacks at its throat, she had beheaded it. But it was too late, and her husband and child were dead.

Bitter hatred filled Mireddys’s head, and that cruel feelings toward the supernatural guided her to Arcana Falls and to the group of hunters that resided there. Now, she stays in a small apartment in the downtown area and works as a bartender at The Rough Draft. She tries to mute the hindering memories of the dead stares of her husband and daughter by drinking nightly, flirting with the first people she sees, and f-cking away the pain.

While still very cruel towards the inhuman, werewolves in particular, Mireddys can be a friendly person. To humans, and those she may have been tricked into thinking to be, she’s a funny and laid back girl. She’s always teasing her friends, and loves to make people laugh. She still gets into trouble a lot, mostly because she refuses to acknowledge laws, but she only does it to have fun. A wild card with a tragic history, she’s someone you’d want as your friend- but never your enemy.

#inferisintro #[ mireddys /// la cazadora que ama ]