#Carlos Vargas

[kiame-sama]

The Yandere OCs having a nightmare where they harm/kill reader

Warnings; yandere, yandere relationship, violence (nightmare), death (nightmare), reader centered gore (nightmare)

Walter Woods;

A body lay open on the operating table, the constant drone of an EKG whining out the flatline. Another patient lost because he wasn't good enough to keep them alive. Another patient gone because Walter let them down.

The sorrow weighed heavily upon his shoulders, a harsh reminder of his failure squealing in his ears as his eyes slowly trailed up the lifeless figure. A painful stab seemed to rip into his chest as he realized it wasn't just any lifeless corpse laying there, it was your lifeless corpse.

- Walter wakes with a startle, enough to disturb you from your peaceful sleep. He is breathing hard and shaking due to the nightmare that was still fresh in his mind. Walter is on the verge of tears at this point.

- "What's wrong?" Your voice is what snaps him out of the stupor he is in and gets him to return to the present. Truly, he is just glad you're alive and that his horrible nightmare was just another nightmare.

- "Nothing, love. Nothing's wrong." He will hold you close and kiss your forehead, relieved that his nightmare was not reality. He is likely going to stay awake for a while on account of the fright he received.

Evan Rothchester;

The satisfying squish of human flesh beneath his hand met his blade as he sank the knife deep into the person's stomach. Red blood seemed to burst forth like a fountain where the knife was sunken in. Another body for the pile that was Evan's life.

He sighed as he wiped the blood from his skin, using a hand to rip the black hood off of his victim's head. Evan's blood ran cold when he saw just who it was beneath the hood. Your eyes slowly drifted up to look at him, the betrayal clear in your expression before your eyes rolled back. The second your body went limp Evan rushed forward to catch you, to try and undo what he had done.

It was too late.

Your lifeless figure leaned forward against his chest, laying limply in his arms. How could he? How could he have done this to you? How could he live with himself?

- His eyes shot open as he sat upright with a small shout of fear. The shout quickly raising you from your slumber as you also shot up, wondering what the problem was and why Evan responded in such a way.

- "What's going on? Are you okay, Evan?" You are clearly concerned as you question your Mafioso lover, startled and disoriented by the sudden way Evan woke the both of you.

- Evan is panting and looking around in confusion, but as soon as he sees you next to him and safe in bed, he pulls you close into an almost crushing hug. He is shaking and gasping as he holds you close, trying to confirm to himself that you are still there and there is no way he could have done such an unforgivable thing to you.

Carlos Vargas;

Carlos stares in a bored way as his hapless victim squirms within their binds, seeming to struggle for freedom. Just another day feeding the animals at his sanctuary and today it was human on the chopping block. The body tumbled and fell down, landing with a sickening thud as the tigers closed in.

He was about to turn away to continue his work when a familiar voice screamed out to him, "Carlos, please!"

The voice made him whirl around in time to see the tigers close in, your frightened and pleasing eyes begging for him to help you. He rushed forwards towards the fence, but there was no way he would reach you fast enough. Your cry was cut off sharply as fangs closed around your neck, silencing you permanently.

- "NO!" Carlos wakes with a loud yell, trying desperately to stop his beloved tigers from killing his dear darling. The shout startles you awake just as quickly, trying to find whatever it was that Carlos had screamed about.

- As soon as it dawns upon Carlos that you are not being mauled by tigers and it was all a nightmare, he will actually begin to cry. He will hold you and kiss you and just try to calm himself before anything else.

Jackson Locklear;

- Once Carlos calms down, he will insist on holding you while the two of you return to sleep. Even if you get back to sleep, Carlos will be awake for a while yet, trying to stay calm and keep himself from having another nightmare.

Your limp body lay in Jackson's trembling arms. His body wracked with sobs as he tried to get you to not leave him. There was nothing he wouldn't give or do to have you come back to him.

Your eyes stared in an empty way up above you, as if looking to the stars you would no longer see. Though you had once been so full of life, you didn't respond to anything Jackson did in an attempt to rouse you. It seemed there truly was no saving you.

With your death, Jackson's world crumbled away into nothingness, swallowing him whole into despair. The awkward way your body lay only made your tragic fall all the more heartbreaking to poor Jackson.

"I'm so sorry.... Please, don't leave me... Please..."

- Jackson wakes slowly, sobbing and trying to take a moment to breathe despite the absolute sorrow in him. He can barely hold himself together as he gasps and shakes in distress and anxiety. It felt so real to sit there and hold you in his arms, leaving him disoriented in a way he had not expected.

- You woke to the sound of heavy and heart wrenching sobs, seeing him sitting with his head in his hands. Jackson is near inconsolable at that moment. In his mind, he may as well have actually done it despite it all being a nightmare.

- Only when he actually takes a moment does he register the sound of your voice as you try to soothe him despite not knowing what was wrong. Upon hearing you and realizing you are still alive, Jackson will immediately grab you and hold you close. He will be so thankful that it was just a horrible nightmare and not actually reality.

Orion Medici;

Another snoop digging through his drafts looking for ideas to steal. Soon to be yet another body under Orion's belt. He had always prided himself on his quick wit and his even quicker skill with a blade.

The figure turned around only to have their throat meet the sharp end of his blade, a clean cut from one side to the next suddenly adorning their soft skin. What Orion didn't expect was the shocked and familiar face he was met with.

The knife fell from his hand with a loud clatter as the world seemed to pause, your throat gurgling where you had been cut. He barely had time to catch you in his arms as you convulsed, trying to stop the rapid loss of blood despite the clear futility of your efforts. Orion was no better as he tried and failed to staunch the flow, hyperventilating as he made continuous attempts to help you.

"Wh- Why, Orion..?"

- Orion woke with a sharp gasp, the blankets balled in his fists and damp with cold sweat. It takes him a moment to orient himself despite being somewhere very familiar to him. He will look around in bewilderment before seeing you and feeling his entire being relax with the sheer relief running through him.

- You are still asleep and resting peacefully beside him as he gets his breathing under control, watching you sleep for a moment. It has felt so real to him that he honestly thought he had killed you, and that thought alone made his heart ache with an intense pain.

- He will be able to return to sleep, but he will likely hold onto you rather tightly just to make sure you are still there with him. He will continue to hold you even while he sleeps, effectively trapping you until he wakes up again and releases you.

Hahne Yamare;

Hahne was a good right hand man. A damn good one. He would be damned if he didn't carry out Evan's orders to the exact, and this was no different. It was just another target he had to eliminate and Hahne would make sure he followed through.

The crack of a rifle went off, the body not too far from him collapsing to the ground with a pained wheeze.

Hahne was no monster, despite his more than monstrous actions. He would not leave the soul lying there to die slowly and in pain. But as he drew closer to the figure, a hollow thud seemed to resonate in his chest when he saw the frightened and dying eyes that he had once loved staring into.

"No! No, this wasn't supposed to happen!" He cried out as he picked up your body, watching the light fade from your terrified eyes, "please! I didn't mean to, please!"

Despite his desperate begging, there was nothing Hahne could do as the light faded from your gaze and left you laying there with an empty stare.

- Hahne jolted as he woke, falling from the bed in a confused panic. His panic woke you, making you look over to where he was on the floor in concern as he struggled against the blankets. When he finally managed to free himself, he was panting and frantically looking around for any sign of you.

- When he does finally catch sight of you, he wraps you up in his arms, trying to just hold you and make sure you were truly there with him. The thought of having been the one to kill you nearly drove him mad, and he needed to know you were alright.

- When he calms down he will tell you about the nightmare he had and he may start to choke up just a bit. The only way he can get back to sleep is if you hold him and let him hold you until he manages to drift off again.

Amira Woods;

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!"

Amira cries out as you collapse into her arms, the clear safety shank she keeps on her person protruding from your neck. She can't help but focus on the way that it seems to move and twitch with every beat of your heart, spilling more and more of your precious lifeblood.

Truly, she thought you had been a stranger trying to grab her, not her beloved. She was in tears as she held you, trying to keep the bleeding contained despite having hit your jugular. If she could just get her brother Walter on the phone-

The choking cough that rattled from you broke off that line of thought as your eyes began to roll back, a clear sign that you were not long for this world.

- "Wait!" Amira wakes up with a shrill scream, tears pouring down her face as she practically flies out of bed and onto her feet. Her sudden awakening startles you awake as well, looking around in a panic to find whatever has set Amira off. When you don't see anything immediately, you look to her for answers.

- When Amira takes a moment to take a breath, she realizes that she is standing in your shared room and you are completely safe in bed. She will start crying all over again as she looks to you to comfort her following the nightmare that still held dominion over her mind.

(Didn't realize I pushed post, so I will reblog with Julie, Kaya, Hada, and Ollpheist added on)

[leporellian]

19th Century locomotive operations mogul Martin Vargas (1815-1873), photographed here in an 1854 daguerrotype with his two children, Carlos (left) and Lenore (right).

(content warnings- xenophobia, just general child emotional neglect)

Despite the financial successes enjoyed by Martin Vargas through his founding of the Calatrava Rail Company, the Vargas family household was always tense. Due to a stressful childhood and the early deaths of his siblings, Martin was an emotionally distant man who struggled to connect to his wife and those around him. This was only aggravated when, one warm Arizona night, a woman arrived at the door claiming to be the mother of Martin's illegitimate son.

Fallout was pretty immediate. The CRC was successful enough to inspire an Arizona boomtown in its name (where the Vargases lived), and Martin had become the town's biggest celebrity. Overnight his reputation changed, and his wife soon after left him to raise both his children- Lenore, the elder legitimate child, and Carlos, the younger illegitimate- alone.

Martin cared about both of his children but it was hard to tell whether or not he loved them. He seemed to think of Lenore as less her own person and more as a symbol for his company; after all she had to go on to marry the next company head. She was 'the perfect child', and while she thought fondly of her father it was clear he made her feel deeply uncomfortable (making comments about 'her future paramour' since she was in a crib) and burdened her with too much responsibility from a young age. Meanwhile, Carlos was something of an afterthought. Martin thought of it as a great kindness to take Carlos in, "despite everything", but beyond that he didn't do much to support his son, as he knew he couldn't let his bastard child become the face of his company for PR reasons. Furthermore, Carlos was half-Mexican by his mother, and it was clear this made the (quite xenophobic) Martin rather uncomfortable. Carlos became desperate to please his father and earn the love he felt Lenore had; no matter what he tried though nothing seemed to work. The children themselves disliked each other. They had enough moments of camaraderie that they did not truly hate each other, but they projected their father's failings on one another and competed for his attention.

Martin's company, in the long run, was fine: the CRC didn't fall apart and profits continued. But his reputation tanked. Earlier he had been seen as mysterious and standoffish but overall affable and a great boon to the citizens of Calatrava, Arizona. But afterwards the town rather disliked him, knowing that whatever affability he had just had to be a sham. (The whole 'emotional neglect of children and xenophobic views towards his own son' thing was, sadly, not as much a concern.) This only made Martin more scrutinizing of Lenore: she had to be twice what he was to save their reputation.

This all came to a head many years later, when Martin attempted to stop his daughter from eloping with a Peruvian stranger in a moment of her rebellion. But it didn't go as any party had seemingly expected it to. One moment, the gun was in his potential son-in-law's hand. The next, Martin was found dead, face down in his own blood, with a bullet in his neck.

Things have not fared well for the Vargas children since that day.

[kiamescribbles]

Realistic humans are not my forte, and Hahne looks like a ghost 😂

[baseballjerseynumbers]

Luis Urías takes 16. Last worn by Kolten Wong in 2023.

Carlos Vargas takes 54. Last worn by Dominic Leone in 2023.

[moonxnite]

Yeah my life might be complicated but at least me and [fictional character] are living our best lives right now.

[lxvvie]

Your fave who uses you to edge himself.

He's close. So. fucking. close. Damn near came he's so drunk off of you, but no, not yet―

Not when he needs you to cum for him again.

And so he continues, finds pleasure in the tight coil within that's fucking screaming for release, gets off to your moans, your screams, the way your body quivers because it's overstimulated, and the way you say his name...

He's close, so. fucking. close.

Fuck, baby. Bring it home for him.

Just one more time, yeah?

[homicidal-slvt]

I love being unapologetically a whore for fictional characters.

[nelo0wesker]

Master list

Armando Aretas

I miss you

Who is she? 1, 2, 3

I got you

Prison Break 1, 2, 3, 4

First Time +18

Does she like me?

Bonding?

You belong to me!

Grieving

Your stuck with me forever

Don Q

Please!

Carlos

What?

Ricardo “Hatchet”

Home

Jacob Scipio

Love you

Naughty Naughty +18

Galan

Keep Going

[mactavishwritings]

141 -> f1

simon is max verstappen. the pressure to be the best of the best, with a father w unrealistic expectations.

johnny is lando norris. the smile. the jokester. secretly very good at what they do. heartthrob

kyle i’ve compared to lewis hamilton but also daniel ricciardo. smart, focused, and driven to prove themselves.

john is fernando alonso or sebastian vettel. mature, but still on their a game. firey and ready to defend themselves

alejandro is charles leclare . passionate and pushes themselves more than they should.

rudy is carlos sainz. passionate and ready to defend the team whenever needed. supports his teammate always.

[kiame-sama]

CARLOS HAS ELEPHANTS?!?! I’D DATE HIM FOR THAT ALONE FORGET THE REST! For real though what would he be like with a s/o who LOVES elephants? They’re my favorite exotic animal! -🐘 Anon

Carlos has quite the large animal sanctuary. African Elephants, Asian elephants, lions, tigers, leopards, snow leopards, servals, caribou, lynx, lemurs, mustangs, alligators, crocodiles, wolves, foxes, various exotic birds (toucan, vulture, hawk, eagle, ect), various cats and dogs, hedgehogs, ferrets, palas cats, and red pandas.

Because Carlos has this sanctuary, he has many staff members to help care for them and to help at the clinic. He is very protective of these animals and rarely lets outsiders come and see them excepting for conservation breeding efforts to keep the species healthy.

As Carlos' darling, you are welcome to go almost anywhere in the sanctuary, but he insists to be with you if you want to go in with any of them. He does not allow you to go in with the crocodiles or alligators, and he is very cautious about letting you go in with the large cats. The house serval Mimi's may or may not come with you in your adventures around the sanctuary.

[leporellian]

figuring out the Untitled Western Based On A Certain Other Thing. i'm drawing the main characters as furries for now because it's easier for me to do that and then whip back around and draw them as people, for some reason

[guettaes]

there will be a video that I make. I just have to think about which one suits it.

what I mean?

"Resident evil + warframe"

"Call of Duty mw 1-2-3 + warframe"

I've been guessing for months about who and who suits warframe. both are difficult. I've been planning it for months, almost a year now.

each will have a maximum of two warframes. or three for some. but it's not sure. but it's possible.

there will be another surprise. I've been planning it for months. (I have a lot going on, sorry for not showing a lot of drawings and videos.) it is in the making. maybe you'll like it if it's not too late or someone will overtake. Thank you so long waiting..

[baseballjerseynumbers]

Carlos Vargas takes 45. Last worn by Buddy Kennedy in 2022.

[zg0nuwa]

ok let’s pretend i did not die for like five months but um yeah if you have any requests send them in and let’s pray i don’t die again for half a year

[widevibratobitch]

do you too completely and utterly lose every last bit of your sanity at the way he delivers that or egli viva e di mia man poi muoia or are you normal