#keeper rudy

[charliemwrites]

Rudolfo time!!

(Slightly more kidnap-y but not entirely through his fault. Also, this character is mute, I hope i portrayed it well but please let me know if I’ve used any words or phrases that aren’t correct)

You aren’t actual cartel. Not a single one of them would protect you or have your back or even spare you a sip of beer. No, you’re just a runner. Transport messages, mostly. Code words that aren’t usually that clever, USBs sometimes. Once a shitty flip phone.

You don’t want to be cartel. Even tangentially as their messenger. But your family needs the money, badly, and they pay well. Especially when you’re good at what you do. And you are. Perks of a messenger who can’t speak your secrets.

In the end, you don’t even think it’s your fuck up. Just wrong place, wrong time, and a very important thing that you’re carrying for the cartel.

You don’t resist Los Vaqueros. Go along quietly and politely. When they ask you questions you just shake your head, hands trapped behind your back and unable to sign an explanation. No matter how they shout and threaten and explain how much trouble you’re in (and oh don’t you know it) you can’t answer beyond over-exaggerated facial expressions and weird half-gestures.

They drag you to their colonel and his second. The colonel is scary. Scarier than any cartel lieutenant you’ve faced. The more he yells and gestures, the more scared you get. You don’t know these men, after all, don’t know how far they’ll go in pursuit of stopping the cartel.

It’s Rudolfo that steps in, something in his face curious. He squats down in front of the chair they’ve sat you in, expression easy and calm.

“Can you tell us your name?” he asks.

You sigh softly and shake your head.

“Can’t or won’t?”

You swallow, blink once. Thankfully, he gets it.

“You can’t speak?”

Relief floods you as you shake your head, shoulders slumping.

“If we get your hands free, can you find some to communicate with us?”

You nod, leaning forward a bit. He clicks your cuffs loose and you’re quick to begin signing but he puts his hands up.

“Wait, wait, it’s been a long time since I saw LSM. Let’s get you an interpreter.”

They bring in one of the other Vaqueros, who speaks as your hands move. You tell them your name, where you’re from, answer their questions.

Please, I’m scared. I don’t want work for them anymore but my family…

Even the colonel has softened as you’ve cooperated, softens further at that last message.

“We’ll secure your family. In the meantime, write down everything you can remember. Locations, names, messages, packages. Anything and everything,” he explains.

He leaves Rudolfo in charge of you. You… don’t mind. He’s patient as you find a way to organize things, carefully written index cards organized in groups. Names accompanied by physical descriptions, where you saw them, what you brought them. Vehicles, code words, and anything else you saw while delivering.

Rudolfo is surprisingly kind to you. He offers you food and water, updates on your family. (They won’t speak to you for working with the cartel. You understand… but it hurts. Rudolfo is gentle as you cry into your hands).

He talks to you. You don’t understand why, but he does. Tells you about Los Vaqueros, Alejandro Vargas, himself. Waits patiently for while you write out answers about yourself.

When it gets to be late and you’re just entirely wrung out, you finally ask, why are you being so nice?

“I don’t blame you for trying to help your family. The cartel prays on the vulnerable. You made a mistake, and now you’re trying to fix it. That’s what matters to me.”

You’re not allowed to leave. Even if you were, you wouldn’t want to. The world seems even bigger and scarier than before, now that your former employers will mark you as a turncoat. You are, of course, but it’s frightening. It wears you out.

Rudolfo clucks after your health, asking if you’ve slept or eaten. You hardly ever have. He’ll cart you off for a meal or a nap, promising to stand watch, that no one will bother you. You often end up in his clothes, few of your own as you’ve got.

He’s also learning to sign. The first time he says, good morning how did you sleep, you start crying. He gives you a big hug until you stop.

When he has time you help him practice. He’s teaching the others too. They’ve learned how your hands form “Rudy” to help you find him.

One day, he and Alejandro sit you down. You’ve long exhausted what you can actively remember from being the cartel’s messenger. It was only a matter of time, you think. Your usefulness has ended.

“You’ve been granted a full pardon given the circumstances and your cooperation,” Alejandro explains. You’ve warmed up to each other quite a bit since you first arrived. “You’re no longer detained here.”

You nod, trying to blink away the stinging in your eyes. You should be happy, relieved, grateful. They didn’t have to pardon you.

But all you can think about is having to leave. You’ve come to feel safe here with Los Vaqueros. With Rudy.

“You don’t have to,” he blurts.

You blink at him, a bit startled by the unusual outburst. He runs a hand down his face, starting to flush.

“You don’t have to stay… but you don’t have to leave,” he explains. “We’ll keep you safe here.”

You stare, throat thick with emotion. He takes that to be hesitation and leans forward, taking one of your hands in both of his.

“Let me keep you safe. Please.”

You stay. How can you not?

You don’t actually know what your official job is on base - except that it’s a lot of following Rudy around. So, nothing to complain about.

He keeps a close eye on you always. That the others are at least cordial given your past. Has squared up with one or two others for questioning your loyalty. He’s not an easy man to anger but people quickly learn that you are the exception.

The first time he brings you a flower, you fawn over it before making him place it in your braid. After that, your hair is often adorned in dahlias and roses and honeysuckle. He swears that you smell like them even after they’re gone.

You’re in love with him, can’t imagine any other conclusion you could come to. It hurts when you see new recruits flirting with him, or women out at the bars. Can’t blame them either, really.

“Why the long face?” he asks after politely declining an offer to dance. You were hoping you hid in your drink fast enough. “No, no, not on my watch, flower.”

He stands and gently urges you to your feet, guides you out onto the dance floor and sweeps you into the rhythm of bachata. You fluster, hide your face against his chest as he laughs.

“There we go,” he chuckles, “that’s better than looking sad.”

You huff, caught between longing and enjoying the moment. He leads you through two more songs before taking you outside for fresh air, a hand on the smell of your back even once you’re leaning on the balcony.

“What is it?” he asks. “What’s wrong?”

You try to figure out how to explain without ruining everything. His eyes dart between your hands and your face, trying to decipher a garbled message that just won’t form.

I just…. like you too much, you admit finally.

He tilts his head, but pauses to consider that. Then shakes his head and crowds close. Your hands press against his chest, feel his heart beating hard and strong against your palm.

“Impossible,” he replies. “You can’t like me too much when I love you.”

And he says it so simply, like the desert is hot or the sky is blue. You stare at him, mouth parted. He grins, swoops in to kiss you, little more than a peck compared to what you crave.

“C’mon, let’s go home. We have a lot to talk about I think.”

Home brings clarity. It brings promises. It brings you a man that massages your hands when they get tired from writing, who teaches you his grandmother’s tamale recipe.

Home is a man who laces flowers in your hair. Who teaches you to shoot and how to pick handcuffs. He brings a life where you’re always pointed in his direction, or he in yours. Safe inside his base, with his soldiers.

#thoughts™️ #cod #keeper/kept au #my writing #fanfiction #reader fic #keeper rudy

[maybankluvrrr]

truth or dare interview

drew starkey x fem reader

summary: y/n is a cast member of outer banks and drew is your cast mate (obviously). y/n and drew have been in a relationship for quite some time and recently made it public. y/n is in an interview with the other cast members and drew is at home. cute moment based on a real interview moment with rudy and chase (love their bromance lol <3)

warnings: none ! just fluff and some praising

late night write, not rlly proofread

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“y/n, it’s your turn! truth or dare?” madison asks

“ok, dare” you say and everyone cheers for you giggling

you pick up a dare from the bowl and read it aloud

“call a significant other or other celebrity and ask to borrow $100, what the fuck!” you laugh and put your head in your hands out of embarrassment

your cast mates all chuckle and scream for you to call drew

you quickly find drew’s number in your favorites

“droo” the contact reads

“alright i’m calling him guys shhh” you say to your giggling cast mates.

after two rings, he answers

“hey pretty girl” drew says on the other line

you giggle in slight embarrassment at the cute name

“hey love, quick question”

“what’s up sweetheart?”

the other cast mates in the room cringe at the cuteness of your names you have for each other

“i was just wondering if you could like, um” you mutter, slightly embarrassed and holding back a laugh

“i was wondering you could like spot me like $100 really quick”

without hesitation drew says, “sure baby but like for what?” you hear him chuckle quietly on the other line

“that’s all i needed to hear, thanks baby, love you” you giggle along with your cast mates at his quick agreeing

“you’re so suspicious, love you baby” he laughs as you hang up the phone

“he’s so down bad for you, dude” rudy says.

“yeah did you hear how fast that man agreed” madison says

your face flushes red as everyone brags about your relationship to you. he really is such a cutie. a keeper for sure.

#drew starkey #imagine #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey x you #obx fic #obx fanfiction #obx #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction

[liberalsarecool]

Republicans going broke, Proud Boys/Oath Keepers going to prison, FOX paying almost a billion, Tucker, Rudy, McCarthy, and Meadows ruining their career...

All because lying for Trump is the Republican job description. It's their job. It's a compulsion.

You can not speak truth and/or use facts AND work in the Republican Party.

And then these assholes say, 'Go woke and go broke'. The pathological projection is so pathetic.

#woke #ETTD

[sprout-fics]

Please please talk to me about Ghost and Fix and their wedding day. You say it's lowkey and private, but I can't imagine GazSoap allowing it to pass by them uncelebrated in some form when they find out!

Alternatively, talk to me about Ghost and Fix anyway!

Yes yes please allow me to talk more about Fix and Ghost and their ‘official unofficial marriage’ 

So Ghost and Fix decide to spend their lives together at the very end of the series. There’s no official wedding day. They instead quietly elope to the countryside in discreet fashion, and come back and resume work as usual. Laswell is the first to know, then Price (who promptly calls Laswell and pours himself a drink, previously not knowing the depth of Fix and Ghost’s relationship) and eventually Gaz and Soap jointly figure it out and…well, have a bit of a freak out. 

Neither Ghost nor Fix are ones for pomp and circumstance, big events or celebrations or anything. Fix did wear a white dress to the courthouse where Laswell acted as a witness (Laswell’s wife was the one to help Fix with the dress) and Simon begrudgingly wore a black suit jacket that was one size too small (best he could get on short notice) They don’t really want a party, really. Plus, it’s now months after the fact. The team has literally deployed since Fix and Ghost started wearing their wedding bands, so it’s more than a little belated. 

Soap and Gaz aren’t the type to just let this slide, however. There needs to be something, for god’s sake. It doesn’t have to be a wedding or a big event or anything, but Fix and Ghost can’t get away with this, with having this secret under their noses for so long. 

It takes time, planning, violence, and lots of discretion that requires Price to cover for them more than once, but Soap and Gaz manage to pull it off. Price occupies Simon for the day, and Laswell manages to distract Fix while Soap and Gaz hatch their plan. At the end of the day they send out a call for drinks, and Fix is getting ready when she gets a text from Laswell advising her to wear something nice. It just so happens the only nice thing she has is the same white dress, and she finds Price ready to escort her to the group’s usual, quiet pub hidden away at the far side of town. Fix gives him a quizzical look, especially because he looks a little spiffier than usual, but plays along. (He has to assure her no less than three times on the drive that she isn’t overdressed, that she looks fine.)

When they get there, Fix expects to see a usual crowd of patrons, imagines her face warming as she pushes past them in her pretty white dress.Yet there’s noone, in fact the pub looks closed. Price ushers her inside anyways, and Fix is surprised to find the pub dimly lit, decorated with white flowers on the tables, gentle jazz from her favorite playlist on the tinny speakers, and the boys waiting patiently by the bar. 

Soap and Gaz are smiling proudly, having decorated, having hung the white streamers from the rafters themselves, having pooled the money to buy out the bar for the evening so it’s just the team. There’s a table of gifts and cards from friends and allies set to the side, and Gaz managed to sweet talk the bar keeper into creating a signature drink for the bride and groom. 

Fix doesn’t look at them, though, or at Price at her hip as she walks inside. She looks at her husband, without his mask, his hair freshly trimmed, tugging at a collar that looks a little tight. He looks vaguely disgruntled until he sees her, and Fix can see the relief in his eyes. 

Thank God you’re here. They seem to say, and Fix laughs, kisses him in front of everyone.

It’s a quiet affair. Nothing special except for the fact that it is. Laswell and her wife arrive late, and Alejandro and Rudy soon after, complaining in rapid Spanish about a delayed flight. They stop when they see Fix and Ghost, and Alejanro wraps Fix in a brotherly hug as he tells her she looks lovely. Rudy pushes a gift into her hands, congratulating them both as Simon stares accusatory at Soap, who holds up his hands in defense but does not apologize. The team watches Simon and Fix open the gifts, enjoys their drinks, and Fix is delighted at the box cake Price bought for the party. 

When they get to Alex and Farah’s gift, Laswell manages to establish a good enough internet connection to video call them. Fix and Farah converse in Arabic, (Farah resists the urge to correct her pronunciation, for once) and when Fix laughs at a particular comment, Laswell herself snorts, looks at Ghost, and refuses to translate. 

There’s pictures, but only a few, and Ghost wears his mask for all but one of them. The group tells stories, has drinks, eats cake, listens to music (Soap tries to wrestle Gaz for the playlist, only for Rudy to steal it out from under them) and Alejandro coaxes Fix to dance for just a bit. Memories are made, laughter is shared, and as everything winds down Ghost and Fix gently sway to quiet music as the group chats and looks on. The dim, warm light catches off the gold of their matching wedding bands. 

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(Putting taglist here too since this will also go on the masterlist, apologies for spamming folks)

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#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon 'ghost' riley #mw2 #cod mw22 #Simon ghost riley x oc #reader insert #cod x reader #fic: shadow and bone #oc: fix

[auspicioustidings]

And today on AUs nobody has asked for but I need on a carnal level, Reader in Wonderland!

Gaz the white rabbit is such an awful thing, leading you into all sorts of trouble and teasing you about it everytime

The Ghost Mad Hatter and Soap March Hare tea party certainly gets you into a boatload of trouble

Caterpillar Graves gets you high and then is so mean about how needy it makes you

Even meaner is Cheshire Cat Keegan, always witness to every debauchery that you go through and oh so willing to use it against you

When you are put on trial, you learn that King of Hearts Price and Queen of Hearts Laswell very much build their partnership on ruining girls together the moment they declare them guilty

Good thing Gnave of Hearts Valeria is more than willing to testify that the crimes she had committed are actually yours

Alejandro and Rudy dum and dee are no help at all in the trial actually, they mostly just back her account up

Sure, have Bandersnatch König while we're at it and his White Knight Horangi keeper who actually does not a thing to keep the monster from you

#mhairidrabbles #cod au #cod x reader #time to rewatch Heart no Kuni no Alice huh? #look if I ever learn to write hardcore smut it's over for you bitches #there is for sure a Gnome version of this wherein reader goes to wonderland and rails all the inhabitants and I love that

[freya-fallen]

Yandere Sebastian Michaelis

CWs: stalking, demons, non-con kiss

word count: 1174

Part 2

It is the cats that draw him, naturally.

He first sees you as you're luring a pregnant queen into a carrier. By the way she butted against your hand, you were already familiar.

"I know, Your Majesty, but I want to get you home before that storm hits." You gaze at the impending clouds in the distance. There was a light snow just the other day, and the cold snap doesn't seem to be getting better.

The lady cat eventually acquiesces, and you saunter away with her.

A few months later, he sees you holding a little orange kitten up for an inn keeper as the man sits on his porch with his morning pipe.

"Rudy will be an excellent mouser, and he's easily the biggest of his litter. He'll keep away other toms."

The man's eyes narrow. "Is he snipped?"

You nod. "Yes, sir, and fully healed. You'll have no kittens from this boy."

After a moment, the inn keeper scratches behind one of the tom's ears. Even from a distance, Sebastian hears the purring of the content little creature.

"All right, I'll take him." There is an exchange, and then you're walking away.

Sebastian follows you home, a quaint little flat that is nevertheless neat-- well, except for the messes made by the Felines residing therein.

There are blankets hither and thither, makeshift toys, the occasional item that has been knocked from a surface.

As you enter, two little tufts of fur amble across your foot, playing until one bites too hard and the other shrieks.

"Alba, don't be so rough with him." You reach down and separate the white and cream girl from her grey brother, kissing both on their noses. "Sorry, Ash, honey." The grey kitten is the smaller of the two.

He watches for a few moments as you put out food. There are three kittens total-- the girl and boy he saw before, and another orange tabby that's lighter in color than the one you gave the inn keeper-- and their mother.

A scraggly old black cat waits for his own bowl. You favor him with pets as he eats, cooing at the ancient creature. "That's my boy."

Hung on one wall is a large map of the area, pins marking locations in different colors, little notes written across it. You hum and place another pin as he watches-- green. It's where the inn stands, unless he's mistaken.

Sebastian smiles to himself as he leaves.

--

You don't know you've attracted the attention of a demon. You're just going about your life, providing care for animals, fostering and finding homes for stray cats in particular. People treat cats like garbage so often, and they're really lovely creatures. Cats are caring, social, more intelligent than people give them credit, and can be quite useful.

You've placed mousers on so many farms and local business, even a ship or two.

Your life is fairly quiet unless there are kittens to tend (especially orphans; they take constant care when younger than six weeks).

And then you start waking in the night.

It's nothing, you tell yourself. Just the cats.

But something doesn't feel right.

So you sneak out of bed one night when you just can't put your mind at ease and down the stairs to your living area. Your current fosters are all staring at a shadowed corner, and Whisper (your senior cat, whom you found sick some years ago) sits in your rocking chair, alert. He turns to you with those lantern yellow eyes, then to the corner.

"H-hello?" You don't know what prompts you to speak.. maybe it's the way the cats are acting as if there's something-- someone there. As you watch, little Rufus trills and rubs against the darkness.

You gasp.

Everything seems to happen all at once.

The shadow blurs with movement. You trip over a stair and sprawl back on flight, elbows catching with a bang. The cats scatter. There's a delicate click across the bare parts of your floor. A creak. A soft chuckle. You squeeze your eyes closed.

"My, my, quite the perceptive little thing, aren't you?" The voice is like warm, velvet fur across your electrified nerves, and your fear heightens. "It's alright, Miss." Something brushes your cheek. Your breath rattles in and out.

"What do you want?" The words are so small you wonder that it--he-- they-- hear it.

There's another chuckle, like the being is hovering over you. "I'm merely satisfying my curiosity."

You frown, and the being reads the question there.

"I had to meet these lovely cats you keep safe and warm."

The ludicrous statement forces a nervous giggle from you. "You came to see my cats?"

"Indeed."

It's said with such seriousness that your eyes pop open and your breath comes easier.

In front of you is a man. He's quite handsome; tall, lithe, with hair that blends into the night, skin that gathers what little light slips through your windows, and eyes that bleed crimson even in the inky darkness. He smiles down at you, a beautiful expression.

"How did you get in here?" You wonder.

He gestures. "Through the door."

"But I locked it," you argue.

"Did you?"

Your tongue darts across dry lips. You're certain you did. You do every night. You're very careful about locking your door before bed.

"You know, you're very pretty like this."

Alarms bells sound in your head at the compliment, despite his affable manner.

Your eyes dart around the room, but there's no safety. You slowly ease up a stair.

The sculpted lines of his face fall into a frown. "Are you going to run away from me? That would not be a good idea."

"Why not?" You slip up another step.

His scarlet eyes gleam. "I don't know that I can resist the chase."

Your heart thuds against your ribs, your pulse becomes a rushing river in your ears, and you can feel the beat through the arteries in your throat. As though he can hear your terror, his lips spread in a wide smile.

In the darkness you can just make out the flash of fangs

You turn and flee toward your bedroom.

Before you make it to the top, a vice wraps around one ankle and tugs you down, down, down, bumping painfully along the way.

When you reach the rug in the center of your living area, he flips you into your back, kneeling over your prone form. "I told you running was a bad idea."

He looks like a cat with a cornered mouse. You cower, but his long fingers curls around your wrists before you can curl in on yourself.

"Now you've made me hungry."

Do those canines look longer? Sharper? And his nails are pointed and black. There's a strange mark on the back of one hand.

"You are too delectable." His tongue flicks wetly across his lips. As he begins to close in, you accept you're about to die.

Your body tenses, eyes shut, lips part with a gasp--

And something soft and hot presses to your mouth. Slick muscle strokes against your tongue, and you belatedly realize your midnight visitor is kissing you.

#sebastian michaelis #yandere sebastian #yandere imaginings #cat lady #cat #sebastian x you #reader #demons #night terror #reader fic #darkfic #black butler

[ofsappho]

HEARTLESS CHAPTER 9 PREVIEW??? FINALLY??? (Something for the AleRudy stans)

Music pounds in your ears. A man croons over guitars and banjos and a trilling piano in a thick Southern accent as Colonel Vargas turns you around the dance floor of this American-themed pub. The place is so over-the-top that you find it charming - everyone’s dressed like you, cowboy hats and boots, and you hear more than a few bad imitation American accents. Very quaint.

Blue and magenta lights drape all of the dancers in a riotous rainbow of color. There’s a mix of clumsy young folks your age, out for a cheeky pint with the lads, so to speak, and older regulars who came here for the same reason you did; to dance.

Alejandro has a very respectful hand on the small of your back as he effortlessly guides you side to side, forward and back.

You relax and let yourself sway with his pace, your feet moving perfectly in time even once you stop consciously thinking about it. “You’re good at this!” You say loud enough to be heard over the music.

Alejandro flashes a white-toothed grin at you from under the brim of his black hat, the band trimmed in shining sterling silver.

“I’d hope so. Back home, in Las Almas, we go dancing a lot. Rudy and I.” He falls silent to guide you past a few people conducting themselves far less elegantly than the two of you.

You feel as though you’ve just stumbled on some great secret and found worthy by the keepers.

“Rudy?”

Alejandro’s face is a sight to behold. Even under the lights, you can see a red tinge to his tanned cheeks. “My, uh, how do you say it? Los Vaqueros. He is my… vaquero.” Cowboy. His dark eyes glimmer and you understand. Alejandro and his Rudy are continents apart and you can taste their chemistry from where you stand. You feel it thrumming under Alejandro’s skin, like the mere mention of Rudy is enough to bring him to life in a way you’ve never seen before.

(DONT WORRY. GHOST WILL BE BACK IN THE PICTURE SHORTLY.)

#heartless #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod mw #cod modern warfare 2 #cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare #ghost #ghost cod #cod ghost #Simon riley #ghost Simon riley #Simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #ghost x you #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #alejandro mw2 #alejandro vargas #colonel alejandro vargas #alerudy #rodolfo parra #cod rudy #rudy parra #sergeant major parra #alejandro x rudy

[scryarchives]

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟗

never in his life did jaime think that the first person he'd really open up to would be his neighbour, but hey, new friendships are formed.

masterlist | previous , next !

– pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers

– author’s note: i wont lie this chapter was one of the more fun ones to write and i was excited :> disclaimer: i’m not of Hispanic or Aztec descent and used a translator for certain terms, so do correct me if im wrong!

translations: dios mío - my god ni siquiera me hagas empezar - don't even get me started

Time always passed faster than you ever thought it would, seconds turning into minutes, and minutes turning into hours within the blink of an eye.

The warm and radiant sun had begun to set, lowering itself closer towards the ocean as all the land beneath it was filled with a golden glow. 

Unaware of this change sat two young adults within an abandoned building, light filling in the lonesome domain, keeping the duo company regardless of the lack of electricity that passed through.

Only Jaime’s voice filled the air as the young woman across him listened intently, hanging onto every word, feeling a fraction of almost every emotion he went gone through, from the sheer panic of the scarab lurching onto his face to the excruciating pain of the scarab’s limbs digging into the bone of his spine, bonding with its host for life.

Pity and heartbreak filled her heart as the man across from her struggled to get through one of the toughest parts of his journey, and the most painful of it all.

The loss of a loved one wasn’t an easy part to handle. He wished for everything to bring him back.

Silently, she pieced the pieces together, her hand hesitantly, but gently reassuringly placed over his own, reminding him that he could keep to himself if he wasn’t ready to share. 

And he truly wasn’t ready yet.

Swallowing down his grief, he continued his tale, opening himself up to her about how he learned to protect those he loved, how he learned to handle this kind of responsibility, and how he barely escaped death with a different — but the good kind of different — approach on this strange, but exciting, new chapter in his life.

It was all so tough, but he had others he could rely on; his familia, Rudy, Nana, his Mamá, even Milagro. And perhaps Jenny, although currently, he was having a little trouble communicating with the latest name on the list after her rejection.

But he faced it all, and even though he still grieved the loss of his father, he came out a stronger person, heck maybe an even more loving person, and nothing was stopping him from keeping the people he loved safe — his home — safe. After all, home is where the heart is.

So here he was, spilling his guts out to a woman he first called a stranger, a threat. But now, things changed, and she started to change into his neighbour, maybe even a friend.

“And after everything her aunt did, she still volunteered to make our neighbourhood better. She helped rebuild our house, gave Rudy a new ride, which he’s practically attached to but won’t admit out loud, and was there for us in our toughest times,” He bobbed his head up and down in thought, Drea humming as her cheek rested in her hands, elbow placed on the armrest while she crossed her legs.

A cheeky smile grew on her face, eyes turning playful at the sight of Jaime’s dazed eyes.

“Jenny, hm? Sounds like quite the keeper,” She chimed, tilting her head playfully.

“Dios mío, ni siquiera me hagas empezar,” He muttered with a dreamy smile growing on his face. “Everything about her, it’s just so… perfect! She’s extremely intelligent, kind and caring, and so, so beautiful. What else do I even have to say?”

Chuckling, Drea leaned back in her chair, suggestively raising an eyebrow.

“Ever tried telling her that? Maybe it will sweep her off her feet, who knows?”

And just like that, Jaime’s smile fell, eyes downcast as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, picking at loose threads from within. He let out a sad sigh, head leaning back as he stared at the vine-filled ceiling.

“Funny thing, it didn’t work. After everything, I thought maybe she felt the same way, but it was probably the adrenaline getting to me…”

“Jaime, I’m sorry,” Drea began, glancing at the Mexican across her in concern. “I didn’t mean to pry–“

“It’s fine, Drea, really,” He replied smoothly, tilting his head to face her. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while anyways, and it’s probably better to let it all out, y’know?”

Slowly, Drea’s look of concern faded, a calm one replacing as she felt mutual about his feelings. She leaned her head back, staring at the little orbs of light that complimented the green of the vines that clung to the cement.

“Yeah, I get that.”

The two shared a look, gentle smiles all around as Jaime let out another sigh, this time, or relief, his eyes glancing back at the ceiling. Slowly, he let the thoughts flood through, one by one pushing them aside as he realised that all of his thoughts were just… thoughts. It’s all they would ever be.

“You know, if you ever want to talk, I’m always free to help out,” Drea began gently, Jaime, suddenly feeling grateful to have a friend around.

“Thanks,” He replied, the fiddling in his pockets slowing. “I’ve got your back too, if you ever need help. So is my family.”

A soft and appreciative look appeared on the woman’s face as she hummed, “I know.”

A comfortable silence grew between them, the two friends basking in the calm, enjoying each other’s company. Until a low rumbling noise was heard, and Jaime’s eyes snapped open.

When did he last eat again?

As his stomach rumbled again, Jaime pulled his phone out in embarrassment, swiftly checking the time. 

6:30 pm.

Huh… he didn’t recall time passing by so quickly.

“It’s about time we head back anyways,” The woman across him stood up, Jaime doing the same as he hurriedly shoved his phone back into his pocket.

“Yeah, it’s for the best,” He let out a breathy chuckle, hands in his pockets once more.

As he took his next step, Jaime hadn’t realised that his left foot was trapped beneath a loose vine, his weight shifting as he tried to lift his leg. 

“Jaime, watch where you’re–“

His eyes widened at his sudden error, hands darting out of his pockets to help him regain his balance, but the ground seemed closer by the second, and he braced himself for impact.

But he never felt himself land on the solid concrete.

Instead, he felt a slight jerk that pulled him away from the ground as strong arms darted to catch his frame, a hand clasping the cloth of his hoodie, another around his waist as his arms flailed to his sides. 

“–Going…”

Blinking up at her, Jaime felt his face flush at the proximity between them, light brown, almost amber, pools of concern staring at him as he felt himself getting lost within them.

Who knew that her eyes were so pretty? Did her hair always look this soft? Wow, under this light she looked so peaceful, so calm, and so beautiful—

“You alright?” She whispered, and the gentleness of her voice almost sent another wave of heat to his cheeks.

Being so lost in the moment, Jaime swore he was hallucinating the moment he felt a warm, soothing glow surround them. And he was certain his mind was messing with him the moment he thought he saw pink briefly dust her cheeks.

“Y-Yeah, yeah, I’m all good,” He muttered quickly, pulling his feet from beneath him as he regained his balance. 

It was then that he realised their slight height difference, his heart pounding at the thought of being able to encompass her completely if they ever decided to hug. Or cuddle. Or kiss—

No! Jaime, you’re friends. You’re just hungry, and you’re thinking these thoughts because you’re lonely and you were rejected, that’s all. Don’t mess it up.

“The vines here are a little pesky now and then, but hey, a little pruning might be needed,” She giggled, and Jaime fought his thoughts once more, almost hissing out loud for them to shut up.

“Jaime, you’re staring, again. You need to answer Alejandra or she will think that you are weird.”

“Yeah,” Jaime blurted out, silently thanking Khaji for the reminder. “Uh, yeah we definitely gotta cut those. Anyway, shall we? I think I’ve left my Mamá for too long and any longer, she might file a missing person’s report. Again.”

“Again?” She narrowed her eyes with a sly grin. “That must’ve been fun.”

“Eh, not so fun when you’ve been considered missing after crashing through your childhood home and flying all over the city without a clue on how to control it,” He joked back, her elbow nudging his ribs as they shared a laugh.

Right as he saw her smile, he felt himself go soft as he saw how radiant she was when she was truly happy, and his stomach rumbled once more, breaking the moment between them.

“Alright, c’mon big guy, let’s get you home with some food,” She chuckled, snapping her fingers as the citlaltontli hovered back in her hands.

The little glowing beads lost their radiance, their surroundings fading into the shadows as Drea grabbed Jaime’s wrist gently, pulling the male towards the large double doors of the building.

“Using up this much energy for light has worked up my appetite too.”

He chuckled, eyes glued onto their conjoining point, swallowing the lump in his throat as he felt how soft her tan hands were.

“Yeah, food,” He chimed. “Wanna join us for dinner?”

“Only if you don’t almost expose me before your family.”

There was something about the playful glint in her eye that made him want to know her more, to know more about her childhood, her hopes, her dreams. Everything.

“Deal.”

Yeah, he was just hungry.

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[fagbearentertainment]

Drop your favorite undertale and deltarune ships now.

I’m gonna share the ones from when I was little and compare them to the ones I like now!

Undertale (age 11-13)

Soriel (sans x toriel)

Alphyne (alphys x undyne)

Papyton (mettaton x papyrus)

Charisk (chara x frisk)

Flowey x Papyrus (Idk if I hardcore shipped it but I thought it was cute [I didn’t realize it’s weird bc papyrus is an adult yet])

Asgore x Shop Keeper Temmie

Annoying dog x Shop Keeper Temmie

Nice Cream Guy x Burgerpants

Grillby x Muffet

Grillby x Sans

Probably some more obscure ones that I forgot

Undertale (now)

Papyton

Alphyne

Charisk (I don’t really ship it anymore I love the idea of what their friendship would’ve been like if they got to meet, it’s a platonic ship I guess lol)

Grillby x Muffet

Nice Cream Guy x Burgerpants

Deltarune (age 13)

I didn’t ship anything yet lol

Deltarune (now)

Suselle (susie x noelle)

Alphyne

Asgore x Rudy

Catti x Noelle

Kris x being romance repulsed aroace

#not a poll #undertale #deltarune

[kit-williams]

Where do babies come from?

You know I debated on answering this but decided fuck it.

Enjoy your bloodthirsters!

Soap just grinned his usual wolfish grin at his Bonnie. "Well lass when two mortals love each other very much..."

"Doesn't have to be love, Imvaassj." Ghost drawled out and chuckled as he waved him off.

"Right, when two mortals get down to it they fuck and boom a bairn is made."

"Right. Well honestly I'm kind of shocked you even know how babies are made." She laughed as he cocked his head.

"Course I know how they're made. I've made a few." Soap huffed and that got his Bonnie to look at him concerned.

"We've all made little ones, hen." Price says before tilting his head back and letting smoke roll out of his mouth.

"Aye why you think Alejandro and Rudy are so attentive to their hen?" Soap said with the biggest grin on his face as he bit his bottom lip like he was holding back a secret. "It's 'cause they're trying to knock her up bonnie."

He grabbed her before she could jump to her feet to warn the Inquisitor. With the amount of greater demons in one location... audio was spotty at best and it seemed that this moment would be conveniently lost.

"I aint done with ye. Now, if you want someone who is attentive I'd suggest going after a keeper or a changer... if you want a nest and the whole big display of wooing you and then leaving you... well that would be a slanneshi move. Really all depends on the demon's or prince's personality nothing really a blanket statement cept when you get with a bloodthirster or a demon prince of khorne we tend to do it with mortals with the full intent of knocking them up." He explains just sitting her down again as Ghost wanders over.

"My preferred partners are knights." Ghost drawls on.

"Aye but you have a nasty habit of tragic romances there Ghost."

He shrugs, "Not my fault I fall madly in love with my quarry. Though I am enjoying one of my Initiates company... a good little bird." He mutters as his brass eyes unfocused.

"Back on topic..." She says softly looking back at Soap. "So lets say you did knock me up." She leans back as Soap just practically vibrates before Ghost grabs the back of his neck.

"Heel. Try your best not to scare your bird." Is all Ghost says before he walks away after being happy with how much Soap calms down.

He swallows, his eyes glowing a little bit brighter, his chest puffed up a little more, she could practically see the outline of his horns around his head... she was confused was he preening? "But, when I do knock you up. You can expect a few things. Ahh if I was an unaligned demon you'd get something to what you humans would have called changlings or demigods depending on how strong they were. So not quite human but human enough. But given the amount of aether that would be going into you..." He taps his chin thinking.

"Well when König knocks up one of his darlings it's usually always another bloodthirster and also for him usually kills the mother."

Said bloodthirster huffed softly, "I'll make a demon prince one of these days. Just have to find... the right one so to speak." He said looking up from his book; a murder mystery.

"Aye but that's because he's a big boy and he tends to have big boys. But as for me I've made a few bloodthirsters, bloodletters, and a couple of blessed children. Al tends to make bloodthirsters as well but that's because of his rank. The old man's got one of his in yer Grey Knights."

Her head whipped over to Price, who just shrugged and barked, "I'm not that old. I'm at most a few centuries older than you. But yes one of my blessed brood is a grey knight. Not uncommon for what were once considered demigods to you mortals to be picked up by your space marines." He sighs softly, "Just I'm so disappointed that he went and joined them. Utilizes psyker powers too and everything."

"Geeze you sure don't sound too torn up." She states as Price barks out a laugh.

"No didn't really care for the mother with that one. But I'm certain my sweetheart and I can make a couple of happy little ones when she lets me." His chest rumbled.

"R-right... I think I've spent too long here." She gets up to her feet rather quickly but Soap grabs her.

"Och no. Yer goin' to gab to the Inquisitor." Soap growls as all of the bloodthirsters in the room look at her with that molten gaze. "They'll keep me away from you bonnie... keep us away from our hens... if they found out what we were after. Al and Rudy are so close to being a proud pair of papas... ye don't wanna take that from them do ye?"

"Imvaassj Pohn Oynhcat," She manages to hiss out watching his bindings glow but he fails to be contained and Soap just grins.

"Stay still for a wee moment bonnie. I was truthful with ye. Doesn't mean you have to remember it all."

"What."

Is all she manages to say before she grows slack jawed and eyes glazed as he pulls a glowing strand from the side of her head. Oh Johnny can't lie... none of the boys in the room could lie. They could be like fae of old and with hold the truth but not outright lie. Perhaps Johnny was a bit more of a fae then he let on as he pulled out bits from her memory to let it snap back like a rubber band.

He laughs, "What don't like the idea that Nurgle demons and demon princes just make the chunkiest babies." He says continuing a conversation that had no start. Watching her face grimace. "Like I was saying fussiest babies are from Slannesh, the curious ones are from Tzeentch..."

"And what about your lord?"

Soap just grinned at her, "We get the calmest little babies after all they should enjoy their innocence before their future is drenched in blood."

#john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #captain john price #konig #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #bloodthirster #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40k au #soap is unhinged #rodolfo is the sire and Alejandro is the emotional sire #for their Chiquita/amor #reply

[mattmurdocksthighs]

MEET MY OCS (harry potter)

name: astrid fortescue love interest: marlene mckinnon era: marauders | golden trio house: ravenclaw occupation: astronomy professor faceclaims: kaylee bryant, olivia cooke

name: alice marlene diggory love interests: george weasley, adrian pucey era: golden trio house: gryffindor faceclaim: florence pugh

name: atticus archie dalton love interest: fred weasley era: golden trio house: hufflepuff kind: werewolf faceclaim: dylan sprayberry

name: nicholas 'nico' fletcher love interest: neville longbottom era: golden trio house: ravenclaw faceclaim: dylan o'brien

name: christopher 'chris' fletcher love interest: theodore nott era: golden trio house: gryffindor faceclaim: jeremy shada

name: lancelot 'lance' durand love interest: percy weasley era: pre + golden trio house: slytherin occupation: chudley cannons keeper faceclaim: rudy pankow

name: miles abbott love interest: cedric diggory era: pre + golden trio house: gryffindor faceclaim: taron egerton

name: maxwell greer love interest: oliver wood era: pre + golden trio house: ravenclaw occupation: pro quidditch player faceclaim: kedar williams-stirling

name: leon anderson love interest: charlie weasley era: pre + golden trio house: ravenclaw occupation: journalist faceclaim: george mackay

name: aurelia lovegood love interest: nymphadora tonks era: pre + golden trio house: ravenclaw faceclaim: anya taylor joy

name: calliope longbottom-fletcher love interest: era: next gen house: ravenclaw faceclaim: hailee steinfeld

name: florence longbottom-fletcher love interest: james s potter era: next gen house: gryffindor faceclaim: maude apatow

name: luca longbottom-fletcher love interest: era: next gen house: gryffindor faceclaim: zackary arthur

name: montgomery 'monty' finnigan-thomas love interest: era: next gen house: hufflepuff faceclaim: teo briones

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name: atlas rowe love interest: era: marauders | golden trio house: ravenclaw kind: werewolf faceclaims: daniel sharman, andrew lincoln

name: cassiopeia rowe love interest: lily evans era: marauders | golden trio house: ravenclaw faceclaims: alycia debnam-carey, vera farmiga

#original character #faceclaim #harry potter oc #harry potter next generation #harry potter #golden trio #marauders era

[charliemwrites]

Hi!! Love your work so so so much! A quick question, if that’s okay. What kind of pets would Alejandro, Rudy, and Valeria have? I would love to hear your thoughts!! I also hope you’re having a good day!

Oooooh okay okay I love this thank you for asking!

I hope it’s not a cop out to say i think Alejandro and Rudy would co-keep a pet. (If you want them to have individual pets though, i can try to do a Drabble for that!)

Alejandro tends to spoil their precious princesa. He would probably be the one to see her and decided she’d be a great fit for their home. He’s just as quick to hand down a punishment as to lessen it when she cries or starts to struggle with it. Rudy, on the other hand, would be the one to double check all the research and workshop the “adoption” plan. He’d add those little extra detail touches like certain beds and blankets, safe outdoor space, meds or allergy care. While he’s also the quieter, more patient one, if he hands down a punishment that’s it. He’s always fair, of course, but it’s final.

Aftercare is a team effort. Alejandro bustles around, fetching water, running the bath, wiping everyone down. Rudy stays in bed holding her and lets her doze against his chest. The coordinate times where one of them goes by to check on her throughout the day. To see how she’s getting along.

Also, later on, becomes a regular around the Vaqueros’ base. They all call her some variation of “gata” or “gatita” and there’s a joke that she’s their unofficial mascot. Some of the more familiar ones will ask what she’s up to and she’ll usually chirp some sort of friendly response. They always make sure she knows where one of her keepers are and if she never needs anything they drop what they’re doing to help.

—

I’m not as familiar with Valeria, but I’ll try!

I think she’s would have someone a mix of Shy Thing and Good Girl, but with a wicked feral streak. As in, her pet is so so good for her just about always - gets spoiled but that’s because her pet deserves it! Discipline is damn near unheard of because she loves all the privileges that come with being Valeria’s perfect pet.

But that’s only for Valeria. Everyone else gets bit, scratched, hissed at. Valeria gives her a gorgeous little knife that she keeps on her at all times and has absolutely stabbed someone before for being too handsy. Valeria is always so proud of it too. The only time she would get chastised is if she’s ruined her clothes or a nice carpet with blood…. But it’s not that serious.

#asks #thoughts™️ #cod #keeper/kept au #my writing #fanfiction #keeper Alejandro #keeper Rudy #keeper Valeria

[prettymvgic]

my muses ; this is temporary until i figure out how to make things mobile friendly !

FEMALES : poppy : age unknown, pixie, currently captive by a vampire - madelaine petsch. kiana murphy : 22, college student, waitress - samantha logan. kimberly vaughn : 24, 1990's - young!julia roberts. olivia harrington: 22, college student - grace van dien. robyn bailey : 29, model & influencer - laura harrier. sidney prescott : 17-22, scream 1-3 - neve campbell. samantha palmer : 18-23, hs student/college student - katherine langford. marianne parker : 55, ranger wife - diane lane. katherine foster : 42, conwoman - anne hathaway. andrea "annie" bennett : 41, inn owner & keeper, starting over - bethany joy lenz. mercedes hart: 27, influencer & industry plant, upcoming musical artist - ryan destiny. bristol harper : 35, online jewelry store owner, mother to two - hilary duff. evangelina constance : 48, owner of a cult - carla gugino. allison barnes : 38, former nurse now surviving the apocalypse - lauren cohen. lacey thomas : 18-20, college student - nicole wallace. seline castillo : 33, owner of flattop bar & grill, more info upon request - vanessa hudgens. cassandra foxx : better known in her world as ALASKA, 30, sugar baby/escort, more info upon request - vanessa hudgens. marzia vadala : 34, italian, jewelry store owner - phoebe tonkin. gianna ortiz : 34, spanish, receptionist for a corportation - ana de armas. mariana ruiz : 19-22, spanish, hs or college student - alexa demie. holland st. clair : 25, model trying to get her debut, trans-female - hunter schafer. angeline swanson : 23, pornstar - sabrina carpenter. first last : 40, prosecutor - kerry washington.

MALES : marshall "the judge" owens : 49, apocalyptic cult member - andrew lincoln. jude mitchell : 34, lives in an apartment in nyc, struggling artist - andrew garfield. david bascom : 26, 1950's, closeted homosexual - harry styles. casey theriot : 27, nomad. - tom holland. pak dae-hyun : 23, idol struggling with fame - junkook. patrick galloway : 29, blackballed actor starting over - nicholas galitzine. choi minho, 25, establishing actor, mostly indie films waiting for his break - kim jiwoong ( aki. ) hak su-jin : 31, book store / cafe manager in seoul - woo do-hwan. kai kahinu : 19, younger brother to zane, new zealand native, maori - matthew sato. wihan chen : 24, indie musician - first kanaphan puitrakul. ( tashi. ) felix maynard : 30, owner of tart & thyme restaurant, chef - will poulter. caskey dallas : 18-23, outcast, more info upon request - cole sprouse. robin sallow : 28, manager of off beat records, more info upon request - thomas doherty. jesse dylan : 18-30 ( 1985 - 1997 ), teen/convict, more info upon request - dacre montgomery. dean maddox : 22, college student, more info upon request - hero fiennes tiffin. simon parker : 29, lead singer & guitar player of killin' time, more info upon request - joe keery. maverick reed : 26, fisherman's son - rudy pankow. hwan van : 26, mechanic - cha eun-woo choi daehyun : 20, idol, au!fae - felix lee. trevor elliot : 24, college, indie musician, au!fame - felix mallard. kim hanuel : 26, ceo- yeo jin-goo. andrew baker : 19, homeless. - brandon flynn. casper cromwell : forever 20, ghostboy haunting a house. - louis patridge.

THEYS : zane kahinu, 22, older sibling to kai, new zealand native, maori - zoe terakes.

#prettymvgic #my muses #* & ooc : cici rambles

[doodling-doodle]

Under The Water

While shifters were somewhat common, and magic users were even more common, the two mixing was not that common.

Half human and half siren. That in itself wasn’t that common.

There could be at least twenty magic users on the island that village was on, including himself.

Rodolfo Parra was the only shifter. He never hid it, he didn’t have to. 

He understood nearly everything about humans at this point.

The one thing he did not understand was the hatred, fear, and mistreatment of Krakens.

—

Ever since he was a child, he knew that he was a little unique. The village he grew up in had never seen a shifter, let alone a siren shifter. They were moving around a lot. At the time, Siren’s were on the verge of being endangered. So they were on the run.

Until now. He was an adult. He was in a village on his own, his parents weren’t there with him. It was a small village, but it was nice. The people were nice. The lighthouse keepers were likely the cutest couple he had ever seen, and their son was honestly adorable. He loved it.

He sighed as he went to the well, but smiled when he saw John and Phil, the lighthouse Keepers, walking to the village, towards him.

“John, Phil! I wasn’t expecting you today!” He said, smiling, thought he looked worried when they ran up, concerned.

“Rudy, we hate to be the barers of bad news, but there’s a storm on the way and we need help if you can give it.” Phil said.

He panicked a little, but he nodded, “I’ll let everyone know, go to my scrapyard, get something to reinforce the lighthouse.” He said.

They nodded, running off to his house to get metal that he had collected from the ocean.

He ran to tell the village, quickly getting the word around before he ran back to his house.

He could hear the thunder in the distance. He could sense how bad the storm was going to be.

They spent about two hours trying to get the lighthouse reinforced, and Kyle came out at some point to help. Apparently, the poor kid fell in the water while he was drawing. Lost his sketchbook too. Thankfully, it was a new one, so, it wasn’t a horrible loss. But it was sad. He might’ve hurt his head, too. But he wanted to help, and he seemed alright.

They ended up being able to get quite a bit done in that time. Most of the Lighthouse was renfoced. They just had to get the glass replaced and the top part done.

The storm was probably going to hit overnight.

Rodolfo saw Kyle sneak off to the dock, but didn’t think anything of it. Maybe he had something down there to save.

He got some metal from a scrapyard while Phil found some glass

"Do you think it'll hold?" Kyle asked once the glass was put up.

"We'll see." John replied, "we can't do much more unless we get stronger metal or get more to just try and reinforce it."

Phil sighed, "we got everything we could take from the scrapyard… anything on the ship?"

"I'll check." Kyle said, running down to the dock.

He wanted to follow to see if there was something down there. But he didn't. He did hear Kyle jump up on the ship and doors opening. So he knew he was there.

He came back a few minutes later with a few more pieces of metal. They could use it to get the weak parts better reinforced. It was… well, it wouldn’t be fine, but it’d be better then not helping it at all.

They didn’t need to panic.

“That should do it.” John said, sighing, “Rudy, you need to take care of your own house.”

“Are you sure this will be okay?” He asked.

“Yes. Go, you need to make sure your house will survive.” Phil said.

He nodded, running back to his house in the village, seeing the other townsfolk scrabbling to get their windows and doors boarded.

He was doing the exact same.

He managed to get it done just as the sky turned dark and grey. 

The next day…

He stayed up all night, not able to sleep through the night due to the storm.

“Oh, god…” He whispered when he got outside, seeing the damage. The windows and doors were all boarded up, so, it seemed like it was okay… mostly.

He went to the lighthouse to check on them, and saw that it was… 

“Oh… oh my god…”

The tower of the lighthouse was gone. Knocked over.

Phil was outside, crying on his own.

He ran over to hug him, hugging him tight while he fell to his knees.

“It’s okay, Phil, it’s alright.” He whispered, holding him tight.

“It’s gone… It’s all gone…”

“We can rebuild it, make it stronger.”

He sighed, looking at it.

They could use some of the metal from it. Rebuild it from that.

John sighed as he walked out, seeing what was left of the tower.

He went up to Phil, holding him tight, looking at what was left.

“We’ll fix this, Phil… I promise.”

Five days later…

Rodolfo sighed as he got back in the water. He was helping John and Phil with the Lighthouse. It was… bad. But, the whole village came to help. They got the tower built, got the light put back up. It was okay.

But he finally got back in the water, shifting as he did

He smiled as he started swimming around for a bit, going out to the open ocean.

He loved this. He loved swimming round like this. It was comforting in a way. Not worrying about needing air. Just being able to do something he loved.

Something felt… wrong, this time.

He brushed it off, thinking it was just from the storm…

… Until he got caught in a net, that was.

He was screaming for help as he was brought out of the water, trying to break the net as he just barely got out of the water.

But he saw jet black tentacles coming out of the water, going to the ship and snapping it in half while snapping the rope on the net, dropping him back in the water

Or, almost, before he was caught by the same tentacles 

He was gently brought back under water, and he looked at the Kraken that saved him

"Are you okay?!" The Kraken asked 

He slowly nodded, "shaken... but I'm alright."

"Good... my name is Alejandro."

"Rodolfo."

He found himself melting in the gentle touch, and he sighed.

"Your... your a shifter." Alejandro said, looking at the sigil on his tail, towards his hip 

"Human and siren..." He said

"How... unique. I've never seen that."

"It's not common..."

"Shall I take you back to shore?"

He nodded, and Ale gently led him to the shore, and he sighed

"Thank you, Alejandro." He said

"No problem. I'm glad your okay."

"Can I... meet back up with you?"

"I'll come back here for you."

He nodded, smiling, "thank you so much..."

Alejandro smiled, “See you soon.” he swam away, leaving Rodofo stunned, but happy.

Kraken’s were mostly harmless. They only did harmful things if provoked… as he just saw.

He was excited to see him again.

He hoped it was soon.

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@lvndr-swtr

#call of duty #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #john price #phillip graves #kyle gaz garrick #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #aledolfo #alejandro x rodolfo #Under The Water AU

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some movies/series i have seen/want to see

first slam dunk

blue giant

mary and the witch's flower

sirocco and the kingdom of winds

rascal does not dream of a dreaming girl

the tunnel to summer, the exit of goodbyes

the girl who leapt through time

‌wolf children

boy and the beast

mirai

belle

summer wars

in this corner of the world

metropolis anime

your name

children who chase lost voices from deep below

5 centimeters per second

the place promised in our early days

‌suzume

weathering with you

garden of words

little nemo

‌fist of the north star

vampire hunter d

vampire hunter d:bloodlust

wings of honneamise

ninja scroll

macros plus

patlabor

redline

the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya

the disappearance of haruhi suzumiya

tekkonkinkreet

the case of hana & alice

the piano forest

night is short walk on girl

okko's inn

millennium actress

i want to eat your pancreas

a silent voice

liz and the blue bird

kimi no iro (releasing: 082024)

the heike story

dog of flanders

angels egg

giovannis island

night on the galactic railroad

to the forest of firefly lights

a letter to momo

josee, the tiger and the fish

summit of the gods

kodoku no gurume

time of eve

panda go panda

patema inverted

kabaneri of the iron fortress

orange

gravity

wayne

big boys

small lights

old enough

begrijpt u nu waarom ik huil

schindlers list

colorful (1999, 2010)

‌anthem of the heart

‌maquia

maboroshi

inu-oh

birdboy

‌to your eternity

‌banana fish

‌terror in Resonance

short peace

500 days of summer

summer ghost

chungking express

goodbye don glees

fleabag

one day

lost in translation

manchester by sea

blue valentine

paddington 1, 2

neon genesis evangelion

end of evangelion

evangelion: 1.0, 2.0, 3.0, 3.0+1.0

le otto montagne

the bear

met mes

call me by your name

beatiful boy

beau is afraid

chainsaw man

white lotus

sopranos

band of brothers

monster anime

pluto

master keaton

to your eternity

miss hokusai

‌your lie in april

march sweeps in like a lion

‌a place further than universe

the perverts guide to cinema/ideology

yuki yukite, shingun

everything everywhere all at once

the hunchback of notre dame

coldfish

love exposure

house

in bruges

midnight gospel

‌god father i,ii,iii

‌scarface

‌death parade

one punch man

mob psycho i,ii,iii

bee and puppy cat

plastic memories

‌violet evergarden

violet evergarden (special)

violet evergarden (movie 2019)

violet evergarden (2020/2021 movie)

‌anohana the flower we saw that day

erased

scavenger reign

inuyashiki

over the garden wall

‌bojack horseman

‌better call saul

‌breaking bad

‌game of thrones

severance

‌naruto

‌scrubs

‌moonlight kingdom

‌freedom writers

a sun

handmaids tale

carnival row

7 samurai

kingdom of heaven

persona

a brighter summer day

past lives

perfect days

dear zachary:a letter to a son about his father

paris,texas

time still turns pages

silent love

monster (movie)

wonka

get out

poor things

‌us‌

candyman

‌nope

fionna and cake

audition

on the count of three

sensitive the untold story

lucy

the creative brain

rudy

nyad

‌the whale

memories of murder

taxi driver

after hours

goodfellas

a clockwork orange

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

‌requiem for a dream

‌children of heaven

‌my sisters keeper

‌hachi dogs tale

the big short

‌gardenstate

‌boyhood

‌perks of being a wall flower

‌into the wild

‌good will hunting

mishima: a life in four chapters

what's eating gilbert grape?

better days

king of staten island

schindlers list

meet joe black

we are who we are

cowboy bebop

yasuke

nr. 10

dead poet society

ghost in the shell

ghost in the shell sac

memories 1995

euphoria

atlanta

the vince staples show

matrix i,ii,iii

animatrix

star wars visions

castle of cagliostro

my neighbour totoro

spirited away

howls moving castle

kikis delivery service

ponyo

the wind rises

whisper of the heart

the cat returns

the boy and the heron

tales from the earthsea

from up on poppy hill

castle in the sky

nausica valley of the wind

porco rosso

princess monoke

ocean waves

only yesterday

pom poko

grave of fireflies

the tale of the princess kaguya

the neighbours yamadas

gauche the cellist

arrietty

when marnie was there

red turtle

samurai shamploo

oldboy

tales of the unusual

insidious

the face of another

rin daughters of mnemosyne

afro samurai

close

paranoia agent

bullet in your head

gladiator

american gangster

american psycho

poltergeist

eyes wide shut

mind game

if beale street could talk

heat

a time to kill

tree of life

mindhunter

blue eyed samurai

twin peaks

#movielist #watchlist #imdb

[gregor-samsung]

“ «L’identità bianca,» afferma il pastore battista Eugene F. Rivers, «spacca gli Usa in due e potrebbe generare una guerra civile nel Paese.» Poi aggiunge: «L’ideologia demoniaca della supremazia bianca è il principio dominante che governa la cultura americana». E invita i bianchi a «scegliere tra il loro Dio e la loro bianchezza». «Noi abbiamo speso tre secoli per sviluppare questa ideologia che è ora profondamente radicata nella psicologia culturale della nazione e della Chiesa. Solo una conversione radicale della fede biblica può liberarci da questo spirito demoniaco che ci lega e ci impedisce di vivere come ragionevoli esseri umani.» E scavando più in profondità, pone un pesante interrogativo: «L’orgoglio della supremazia bianca è un’ideologia e un concetto identitario che è essenzialmente contro Dio: è ateo e demoniaco. La grande sfida che ci sta davanti ora è questa: essere bianchi o essere Chiesa». Tutto questo è diventato chiaro il 6 gennaio 2021 quando una folla di bianchi, su spinta dell’ex presidente degli Usa, Donald Trump, ha invaso il Campidoglio, proprio mentre i membri del Senato e della Camera dovevano proclamare l’elezione di Joe Biden. È stato un vero e proprio golpe che ha lasciato tutti sbalorditi. In quella folla c’era l’intera galassia della supremazia bianca. Spiccava su tutti O’ Shaman (lo sciamano) di QAnon, i complottisti per i quali esiste un potere occulto, colluso con una rete di pedofili ed esponenti di spicco dei democratici, in particolare Hillary Clinton e Barack Obama. C’erano i Proud Boys (chiamati “i Patrioti” da Trump), un gruppo violento di suprematisti bianchi di stampo neofascista. I Proud Boys, fondati nel 2017 dal commentatore radiofonico Gavin McInnes per difendere i valori occidentali, non accettano donne nelle loro file e sono convinti che il Covid-19 sia solo una scusa per vietare le armi e rinchiuderli in casa. E poi ci sono i Boogaloo, armati fino ai denti, con pantaloni militari. Erano apparsi la prima volta in pubblico durante il lockdown dell’aprile 2020. Presenti anche gli Oath Keepers (Fedeli al giuramento) fondati da Stewart Rhodes, accusato oggi di “cospirazione sediziosa”. L’altro gruppo importante dell’ultra destra presente era Alt-right (destra alternativa), costituito da gruppi non omogenei e non organizzati. Hanno un manifesto con tre punti chiari. Primo, gli uomini sono sotto attacco: no al femminismo. Secondo, il linguaggio è sotto attacco perché viene loro proibito il linguaggio razzista e sessista. Terzo, la razza bianca è sotto attacco: le ondate migratorie minacciano la purezza della razza bianca. Partendo dal presupposto che le razze esistono dal punto di vista biologico, Alt-right ha trovato in Donald Trump, con la sua politica antimigratoria e razzista, il candidato perfetto per la presidenza degli Stati Uniti d’America.

È incredibile come quella folla sia riuscita a sfondare e a occupare il Campidoglio nonostante le imponenti misure di sicurezza. Oggi grazie all’indagine della Camera dei deputati sappiamo che l’assalto al Congresso non era una semplice manifestazione pro-Trump, ma il frutto di una pianificazione iniziata mesi prima da un gruppo di avvocati del tycoon, tra i quali Rudy Giuliani e il suo capo di gabinetto Mark Meadows, oltre a numerosi deputati repubblicani. La mente del piano sembra essere stato il noto Stephen Bannon, che aveva lanciato l’idea del 6 gennaio. Secondo il Select Committee della Camera, «Bannon aveva sollecitato Trump a fare pressione sul vicepresidente Mike Pence per aiutare a rovesciare i risultati delle elezioni del 2020 rifiutando di approvare i voti elettorali di alcuni Stati». Si trattava di un vero e proprio golpe. Purtroppo non ci libereremo facilmente dal trumpismo e dai suoi sostenitori, i suprematisti bianchi. Trump ha ancora una forte presa sui repubblicani e potrebbe candidarsi nel 2024. Nel febbraio 2021 si è riunita a Orlando la Conferenza per l’azione politica dei conservatori, dove il 95 per cento dei repubblicani presenti ha detto di voler continuare le politiche delll’amministrazione Trump e difendere la “supremazia bianca”. Trump sta già scaldando i motori per diventare di nuovo presidente degli Usa nel 2024. “

Alex Zanotelli, Lettera alla tribù bianca, Feltrinelli (collana Serie Bianca); prima edizione marzo 2022. [Libro elettronico]

#Alex Zanotelli #razzismo #politica #demagogia #saggistica #Lettera alla tribù bianca #discriminazione #leggere #trumpismo #Eugene F. Rivers #potere bianco #identitarismo #Donald Trump #suprematismo bianco #Joe Biden #O’ Shaman #QAnon #USA #supremazia bianca #Hillary Clinton #Barack Obama #ideologie #cospirazionismo #Boogaloo #Oath Keepers #estrema destra #Alt-right #Rudy Giuliani #Stephen Bannon #sessismo