#Michael Mando imagine

[lulu2992]

If you’ve played Far Cry 3, you’ve probably seen its “prequel”, a promotional web series called The Far Cry Experience starring Michael Mando as Vaas and Christopher Mintz-Plasse as himself.

In Episode 4 (spoilers), Vaas asks the audience if they want Chris to live or die. People decided he should live but, since there were two choices, they had to shoot two versions of the final episode.

Well, a few years ago, I realized that, on the Ubisoft Japan YouTube channel, both versions were available! So in case you didn’t know this video existed, here’s what would have happened if people had voted for Chris to die:

The video is dubbed in Japanese and I unfortunately don’t speak this language, so I can’t tell what they’re saying... But if you understand Japanese or are good at reading lips, maybe you can :)

[sp00kygoddessxx]

₊ ⊹Little Distraction₊ ⊹

The Rook Islands were a paradoxical blend of paradise and peril. Amidst the breathtaking beauty of the tropical landscape lurked danger, and at the heart of it all was the enigmatic and unpredictable Vaas Montenegro.

You had become intimately familiar with the chaos and unpredictability of life on the Rook Islands, having found yourself entangled in a series of dangerous encounters with Vaas. Despite his madness and menace, there was an undeniable attraction.

One particular evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a fiery glow over the lush jungles, you found yourself navigating the treacherous terrain of the island. The dense foliage concealed countless dangers, and every rustling leaf and distant sound sent a shiver down your spine.

Unbeknownst to you, Vaas Montenegro had been watching your every move from the shadows, his piercing green eyes fixed on your every step. He had a penchant for mischief and an insatiable desire for the thrill of the unexpected.

As you cautiously made your way through the jungle, a sense of unease settled over you. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched, that someone was lurking in the shadows just beyond your line of sight.

Your instincts were right. Vaas had been tracking you, silently closing the distance between you and him. With a sly grin on his face, he moved like a ghost through the underbrush, making no sound as he approached.

Suddenly, just as you reached a clearing in the jungle, Vaas pounced. He appeared out of nowhere, his arms encircling you from behind, and he let out a playful growl, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Boo."

You screamed in surprise, your heart racing as adrenaline surged through your veins. Your body went tense, and you whirled around to face your unexpected assailant.

Vaas stood before you, a devilish smirk on his lips, his eyes filled with amusement at your reaction. He had thoroughly enjoyed catching you off guard, reveling in the thrill of the moment.

You glared at him, a mixture of annoyance and frustration bubbling within you. "Vaas, you nearly gave me a heart attack! What the hell is wrong with you?"

He chuckled, his laughter as unpredictable as his actions. "Oh, mi amor, you take life too seriously. Sometimes you've got to embrace the chaos, let it sweep you away."

You clenched your fists, resisting the urge to smack him for the scare. "Embrace the chaos? Vaas, you're insane!"

He took a step closer to you, his eyes locked onto yours, his voice lowering to a seductive murmur. "That's what you like about me, isn't it? The madness, the unpredictability?"

Despite your irritation, you couldn't deny the truth in his words. There was something undeniably alluring about Vaas Montenegro, something that drew you in even as you fought to maintain your composure.

You shook your head, determined to regain your focus. "Vaas, I have more important things to do than deal with your antics. I can't afford to be distracted by you."

Vaas's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Distracted, huh? Well, mi amor, maybe a little distraction is just what you need."

Before you could protest, Vaas had closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a fierce and passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with desire and recklessness, a reminder of the undeniable attraction that simmered between you.

As the kiss deepened, the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the sensation of Vaas's lips against yours and the intoxicating allure of the chaos that surrounded him.

Eventually, as you both pulled away, breathless and exhilarated, Vaas grinned at you, his eyes filled with a playful glint. "See, mi amor, sometimes a little mischief can be a good thing."

You couldn't help but shake your head in exasperation, even as a reluctant smile tugged at your lips. With Vaas Montenegro, every encounter was a wild and unpredictable ride, a reminder that life on the Rook Islands was anything but ordinary.

[tawneybel]

Note: Very slowly relearning Spanish. Polite Spanish. So unsure what the best translation for “mustache ride” was. 🤔 Btw, there’s one-sided Lalo/Nacho.

Imagine Lalo thinking of you in the shower.

He had more or less seduced you away from Nacho.

If he ever felt guilty about anything, Lalo thought, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, it would never be that.

Ignacio already had live-in girlfriends. The last thing you needed was to be part of a harem. Competing for affection. Romance shouldn’t be soured by jealousy.

For Lalo Salamanca, love was all consuming. And he wanted the object of his desire to feel that way, too.

Or, you figured, the objects of his desire. You were safe in Albuquerque. Occasionally visiting your boyfriend’s uncle or grandmother. Fulfilling the role of concerned sweetheart.

Varga obviously hadn’t reciprocated his boss’s feelings. Otherwise, how would those hitmen have gotten in? The other Salamancas didn’t keep you in the loop. You weren’t one of them.

Much to Lalo’s frustration. At least you hadn’t been at home. Though he pined for you so badly. And Ignacio.

Lalo turned away from that thought. Soaping up his swelling member, Eduardo daydreamed of what he’d be doing if Hector’s stroke never happened.

You’d be spread for Lalo, in his bed. Legs entwined with his. Nuzzling his face. Your hole always knocked him out. If you weren’t in the mood for PIV, mustache rides. And if you were there with him, in the gas station shower, you’d be on your knees. Lips, tongue, and throat comforting him. Lalo could have really used some comfort sex.

His pumping stilled. You’d visited Don Hector when Lalo revealed his survival. Whether his uncle would’ve told you if you weren’t there, who knew? For all of Eduardo Salamanca’s intensity, the Salamancas weren’t your in-laws.

Yet, decided Lalo.

Varga was still out there. And the Chicken Man. Once your querido Eduardo filmed evidence of Fring’s weaseling, shot him, and showed the video to Don Eladio… Then he could do something about Ignacito. If Marco and Leonel hadn’t already.

Lalo had so much love to give. You were inundated with it. You and only you. That’s what he kept repeating, as his pumping grew frenzied. Lalo had so much love to give.

______ and only ______.

Thick ropes of his seed splattered the wall. It would all go down the drain in a minute. He thought of picking up a box of condoms, then thought better of it.

Lalo smiled. The enemies of the Salamancas were going to have to worry about the next generation.

[caleblandrybones]

No but seriously imagine it:

You're seeing Michael Mando on a concert. Everyone is having a great time. Michael seems a little excited. "I have a surprise for you guys." he says. All of a sudden Patrick comes out and starts singing "dance with me." When he gets to the chorus, someone else starts singing...

"Everything that I've ever dreamed of suddenly so clear"

Lights flash everywhere, and you see Rhea singing "the wild one" along with Bobo, while Jonathan makes out with Giancarlo. Everyone in the crowd is going wild and crying. Then if things couldn't get any better, Tony's lifeless body drops from the ceiling.

[heartpascal]

I'M EVEN MORE DEVASTED NOW 😭 (i just watched the new mandalorian ep and i'm not gonna say anything anymore) AND THEN YOU POST THAT 😭 I AM SO DEPRESSED AND DEVASTATED 😭

i'm gonna add more to that thought and what if— joel or tommy was awake?

"Look at me, kid. LOOK AT ME!" "Open your eyes, please!" "NO!"

AND MARIA NO! MY MOTHER! 😭 HER BEING IN DENIAL AND TELLING TOMMY TO TELL HER THAT IT'S NOT TRUE! MY HEART 💔🥀 AND WHAT IF LIKE THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE DINNER TOGETHER AFTER THE PATROL AND IT JUST GOES— MARIA ASKING WHERE SHE IS AND TOMMY JUST—

"Don't you dare say that." "Tell me it's not true. Tell me it's not fucking true, please!" "...Maria."

I AM DEVASTED! JESSE! 😭😭 (he's probably gonna see her soon but we ain't gonna talk about that) ELLIE AND JOEL 😭 joel and maria just lost another child and i can hear that one song going "i told you once, i can't do this again, do this again, oh." AND THE WHOLE FAMILY JUST AVENGING HER WITH TOMMY GOING FIRST 😭 I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! 😭

songs that makes me devasted about this:

• as the world caves in - matt maltese

(i can absolutely see this as the title name if you ever expand on it and just know it's gonna break my heart 💔)

• hold on - chord overstreet

• you said you'd grow old with me - michael schulte

• fourth of july - sufjan stevens

(am i bringing this back? yes, yes i am. specifically; "the evil, it spread like a fever ahead. it was night when you died, my firefly." and "the hospital asked, 'should the body be cast?' before i say goodbye, my star in the sky.")

• walked through hell - anson seabra

• remember me - coco

• sorrow - sleeping at last

• touch - sleeping at last

• it's quiet uptown - hamilton

(this song is making me fall apart—)

THE LAST OF US PART 2 SPOILERS

i am currently just putting that as like a blanket warning and then gonna do keep reading thingys so hopefully people who don’t wanna see don’t see!! ( THIS WAS BEFORE I WROTE… ALL THIS. )

omg yes shhh i’ve only watched episode 1 of season 3 so far oopsies. i have so little time for mando AGH i wish i had more >:( but i also neglected sm homework last week oops so my own fault really

no because if JOEL was awake? and he watched that happen? i genuinely don’t know what he’d do. there’s two options, one of which we heard of after sarah died, and the other being he goes mad for revenge. (let’s pretend abby didn’t use like. a fucking shotgun on his leg and it was recoverable, shhhhh)

TOMMY. he’d be so torn. i don’t know what he’d do either!!! they would just be so fucking despondent. like what is even the point if r is gone? what are they meant to do now? and if he had to watch? if he watched, and wasn’t able to do anything? can you imagine the pain he’d be in after locking eyes with r, wondering if r would ever forgive him for this? tommy would absolutely blame himself. would blame himself for letting reader on patrols at all, for helping abby, for trusting this group that they didn’t know, for doing nothing when reader needed him to do something, anything, the most

you saw how tommy reacted in part 2 when abby threatened ellie, how he fucking yelled and screamed at ellie to leave. can you imagine how much he would yell and scream at abby to just leave reader alone, to just stop, please, don’t do this to her, she didn’t do anything

can you imagine how tommy would react if he found out why abby did it? how joel would react? how ellie would react?

lets think about this for a minute actually, because ellie would NEVER forgive joel. she wouldn’t. because she already hated him for what he did at the hospital, she was just barely coming to forgive him for it, and now not only did he take that away from her, but his actions also led to reader being killed. joel would never ever forgive himself, but neither would ellie.

hell, if joel went to seattle for revenge, i don’t think he’d be coming back no matter the outcome. it has to be said. what does he have left, anyway?

my dear, sweet maria. she would be so torn after her initial denial, because god does she want to avenge reader, she wants to tear them all apart for what they did to her, but then there’s this baby who needs her. tommy would be long gone, by then, anyway. she couldn’t orphan her child. but what about you?

and the blame she’d have for joel, too, if she found out?

joel would be having the absolute WORST time.

your dialogue for maria’s reaction is so so accurate too, and you can really see tommy just looking at her, saying her name, because there’s nothing else he can say.

and when tommy and maria’s son grows up, and he’s wondering why his dad left, and he doesn’t understand because he can’t remember reader. he doesn’t remember her looking after him, only has the names on the chalkboard that’s still set up on the mantle of the home he shares with his mother only. because maria wouldn’t welcome tommy back after he left. couldn’t. a part of her resents him for not saving r too, although she’d never say it out loud.

i wanna talk about jesse more but this is already long i’m sorry HAHAH so i will move on to my favourite thing. SONGS!!!

as the world caves in — i’m an awful person for immediately thinking about how joel’s world litch rally caved in (via the golf club to r’s head…) OK BUT FOR REAL NOW. i love this song. it hurts so bad. for all of them, the world had already ended. they’re living in post apocalyptic times for gods sake. but this… this is worse. this is their actual world falling apart before their very eyes.

i cant talk about hold on because i think i will actually break down in sobs and cries. but agreed. that song hurts so bad

you said you’d grow old with me — these lyrics hurt particularly bad if you relate them to jesse i think. and ellie actually. “we had plans, we had visions, now i can't see ahead” i’m crying and sobbing. they’d both be so empty. they wouldn’t know what to do with themselves. and they’d remember so many things they forgot to tell reader :( “you've got your peace now, but what about me?” SOBBIIIIINGGG. actually look at all of these lyrics because they all fit so well and they ALL hurt.

fourth of july — may i just also add “what could i have said to raise you from the dead?” because it makes me sad. and as you SHOULD bring this one back. it hurts. also the repeated “why do you cry” hurts so bad because not only will all the characters be sobbing but also r didn’t want to die :(

walk through hell — all of you go and look at EVERY single song lyric here. because ouch. like i’m in pain rn listening to this

remember me — “remember me though i have to say goodbye” yelling crying screaming sobbing. and also “remember me each time you hear a sad guitar” joel coded joel coded joel coded. he never got to teach r how to play even though she wanted to learn (shhh) and that would haunt him forever i think. or however long he lived..

sorrow — OUCH. all of this just hurts and then you have this especially joel coded line “slowly, then all at once / a single loose thread / and it all comes undone” sobs he lost everything. also i think this song really fits with how like. lost and unsure everybody would be going forward like “i feel out of focus / or at least indisposed” TBE MORE I LOOK AT THE LYRICS THE MORE I COULD PICK OUT THAT FIT SO WELL. howl you know what you’re doing. i should be mad. i should be.

touch — “all i want is to flip a switch / before something breaks that cannot be fixed” need i say more? no. i needn’t. but i will. “predicting god as best he can / but god i wanna feel again”

it’s quiet uptown — howl im gonna need you to stop using hamilton against me please and thank you. but this song is maria coded. THERE I SAID IT. it’s maria coded! “you hold your child as tight as you can / and push away the unimaginable” her with her son after tommy leaves too. she’s so stuck on the fact that she couldn’t protect r that she worries she won’t be able to protect him either. she can’t lose a third child. AND MORE IMPORTANTLY. “i spend hours in the garden / i walk alone to the store” TO READER’S STORE!!! TO THE POTTERY SHOP!!! imagine the pain maria would feel when all the flowers outside have wilted away, unreplaced, and then she has to throw them away. she’s alone. she’s so alone. i’m in pain. with everybody off avenging r who’s their to mourn her? everybody forgets about your shop soon enough, except for her. she cleans the shop, sends her son to be looked after by someone she trusts, only for a little while. she can’t manage long. AND THEN THE SECOND PART IS TOMMY CODED. “if i could spare [her] life / if i could trade [her] life for mine / [she’d] be standing here right now / and you would smile and that would be enough” …… i’m going into hibernation actually. howl HOW COULD YOU.

[water-writings]

You asked for this Mel. Challenge accepted.

Yuriko x Chicken Shit

Casali x Space Daddy

Maiko x Mitsuya

Tracey x Bucky

You’re a menace, Jo. You’re pulling up old ships too omg!!

Here you go.

Casali and Din Electric Boogaloo

opening credits: Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

meeting for the first time: Sugaan Essena from Jedi Fallen Order - The HU

hey, i kinda like you: Just a Cloud Away - Pharrell Williams

i’m going to kiss you now: Hey Mando! - Ludwig Göransson

falling in love: All is Found - Kacey Musgraves

your place or mine: Waiting for the Lights - Alan Menken

naked in bed: Trouble - Cage the Elephant

first fight: Sunflower - Post Malone, Swae Lee

maybe we should take a break: Don’t Bring Me Down - Electric Light Orchestea

i want you back: Kamado Tanjiro no Uta (Frkm “Demon Slayer”) - Akano

will you marry me: Can’t Help Falling in Live - Hailey Reinhart

first child: Jude’s Song - Connor Price

we’re getting older: Brown Eyes - Fleetwood Mac

if you die i’ll go with you: Game of Survival - Ruelle

end credits: Lights Are On Instrumental - Edith Whiskers

Yuriko and hawks

opening credits: Hide - Juice WRLD, Seezyn

meeting for the first time: Brand New - Ben Rector

hey, i kinda like you: Noreen - Skye Townsend

i’m going to kiss you now: Shallow - Times Profitt, Fleurie

falling in love: Something I Need - OneRepublic

your place or mine: Lost My Pieces (Toradora! Original Soundtrack - PianoDeuss

naked in bed: Come Fly with Me - Michael Bublé

first fight: Until I Met You - tyDi, Cameron Forbes

maybe we should take a break: Holding Out For a Hero - Annapantsu

i want you back: Healing Hands - Conrad Sewell

will you marry me: Defying Gravity - Rachel Tucker

first child: Might*U - Yuki Hayashi

we’re getting older: Orpheus - Sara Bareilles

if you die i’ll go with you: Unsteady Erich Lee Gravity - X Ambassadors, Erich Lee

end credits: Check Yes, Juliet - We The Kings

Maiko and Mitsuya

opening credits: Fire on Fire - Sam Smith

meeting for the first time: Like Other Girls Milan 2 - Judy Kuhn, Beth Blankenship, Mandy Gonzalez

hey, i kinda like you: What Was I Made For - Billie Eilish

i’m going to kiss you now: Something That I Need - OneRepublic

falling in love: You Are All I Want - Duck Fizz

your place or mine: Für Elise - Ludwig van Beethoven

naked in bed: All Your Lies - Morgan Clae

first fight: Fight Song - Rachel Platten

maybe we should take a break: What About Us - P!nk

i want you back: Dangerous - Royal Deluxe

will you marry me: IDK You Yet - Alexander 23

first child: Shiawase - Hinata Tachibana (CV: Azumi Waki)

we’re getting older: Beautiful Things - Benson Boone

if you die i’ll go with you: Let You Down - NF

end credits: La Fille Mal Garder: Pas de (arr. March): Act III: Moderato: Women’s Variation - March, Peter Ludwig Hertel

Tracey and Bucky

opening credits: Love Me Like You Do - Ellie Goulding

meeting for the first time: Moonlight Serenade - Glenn Miller

hey, i kinda like you: So Close - Jon McLaughlin

i’m going to kiss you now: I’ll Never Smile Again - Frank Sinatra, Tommy Dorsey Orchestra

falling in love: Girl on Fire - Arshad

your place or mine: Multiplied - NeedToBreathe

naked in bed: Heartbeat - Carrie Underwood

first fight: This is War - 30 Seconds to Mars

maybe we should take a break: The Winter Soldier - Henry Jackman

i want you back: Wonderful Tonight - Michael Bublé, Ivan Lins

will you marry me: Anna Sun - Walk the Moon

first child: I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young

we’re getting older: In The Mood - Glenn Miller

if you die i’ll go with you: If You Could See Me Now - The Script

end credits: Sucker for Pain - Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa, Imagine Dragons

[polychocobros]

imagine if they made michael mando venom i would never shut up for the rest of my life

[bluntblade]

They did this with Tython too in Mando S2, but at least that episode was shot on an actual location (if not imaginatively - I think it deserved to get some of the treatment Skellig Michael received for Ahch-To). Goodness knows how much time and money they put into VFX to render something which just looks like a pretty nondescript corner of Earth.

Got to Tanalorr again and I think this planet is partially to blame for why the ahs*ka show let me down so hard. Star Wars CAN make an incredibly beautiful and different looking world in a place that’s really hard to get to but they just chose not to for that show

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 844

Gifs NOT mine.

If either gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @pinkberry1rxx & @isaachastain (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2021

[lulu2992]

Hello, First of all i love your posts about far cry they made my day :)) Second, i would like to talk about vaas birthday, if i am not mistaken on his wiki it says hes born on may 6th 1984, but i remember that michael wished him happy birthday on november 20th, i tried to look for official information about his birthday date but i didn't find any, do you have any theories about when his birthday might be ?

Hello! And thank you :)

In Far Cry 3, there sadly is no information regarding Vaas’ birthday or age…

Michael Mando posted two behind-the-scenes pictures of The Far Cry Experience with the caption “Happy Birthday, Vaas 💫🍄🎆” on November 30, 2020, on Twitter (or X, as it’s now called), Instagram, and Facebook. The game came out on November 29, November 30, or December 4, 2012, depending on the country, so I imagine that’s why he chose that date to celebrate the “birth” of the character. I personally accepted Michael’s “headcanon” and November 30 as Vaas’ birthday, but it’s not really official or canon. For what it’s worth, he auditioned for the role of “Mr. X” (who would later be completely rewritten and become Vaas Montenegro) six days before his 29th birthday, and when Far Cry 3 was released, he was 31.

As for the Wiki, it’s really, really not reliable because people add unsourced and often inaccurate information all the time. I looked through the history of Vaas’ page and found out that the first time he was given an age was on December 28, 2012, when an anonymous contributor decided he was 27 years old (and I’ve always wondered if it was because of the 27 Club). On August 6, 2013, someone else wrote that he was born on May 7, 1985. On January 6, 2021, he was 30 years old and born in 1981. On February 15, 2021, he was born on May 13, 1985, but the same user changed the date to May 14 shortly after. On May 22, 2021, he was 28 and his year of birth became 1984. As I’m writing this post, the Wiki still says he was born in 1984, but on the page dedicated to the Far Cry Timeline, he was born in 1985... He had three different heights and weights as well even though we have no information on that, either.

So yeah, we unfortunately still don’t know when Vaas was canonically born or how old he is in Far Cry 3, and I don’t recommend trusting the Far Cry Wiki in general :’)

[sp00kygoddessxx]

 🖤Dangerous Intentions🖤

The pirate camp was a cacophony of noise and debauchery, as Vaas and his men celebrated another successful raid. Drunken laughter and the clinking of bottles filled the air, creating an atmosphere of unrestrained chaos. You had found yourself at the heart of the revelry, sitting near Vaas himself, the man who had become both your captor and your fascination.

Vaas's wild, kohl-rimmed eyes bore into yours, a mixture of amusement and intensity flickering within them. His lips curled into a sinister grin as he leaned closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Cariño'," he purred, "you lookin' for a little fun tonight?"

You couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation as you met his gaze. Vaas had a reputation for unpredictability and cruelty, but you couldn't deny the strange allure he held over you.

"Maybe," you replied, your voice laced with a hint of flirtation. "But the question is, can you keep up with me?"

Vaas's grin widened, a sinister and seductive sight. He leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Oh, Cariño'," he whispered, "I can keep up with the best of 'em."

You felt a surge of attraction to this enigmatic man, a reckless magnetism that drew you further into his dangerous web.

With a swift and unexpected motion, Vaas's hand reached out and settled on your thigh, his touch electric. His fingers traced a slow, teasing path along your skin, igniting a fire within you. It was a bold move, but you weren't one to back down from a challenge.

Leaning closer, your lips brushed against Vaas's ear, your voice a sultry purr. "Prove it, Montenegro."

Vaas's laughter filled the air, a wild and maniacal sound that sent shivers down your spine. His hand slid higher along your thigh, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin. The chemistry between you and Vaas was undeniable, a magnetic pull that defied reason.

"Careful, Cariño'," Vaas said, his voice low and smoky. "You might just awaken a beast you can't handle."

You couldn't deny the dangerous allure of the man before you, and the world around you seemed to blur as you engaged in this intimate and dangerous dance of flirtation. The line between right and wrong had never been so blurry, and you were willing to play this dangerous game.

As the night continued, you and Vaas found yourselves at the heart of the chaos, flirting and teasing one another with increasing intensity. The tension between you was palpable, an intoxicating mix of desire and danger.

With each stolen glance and whispered innuendo, you felt the magnetic pull of Vaas Montenegro drawing you further into his enigmatic world. It was a world where the rules were undefined, and power and control were the ultimate currency.

But as the night wore on, Vaas's demeanor shifted, his playful and seductive demeanor turning more intense. His dark eyes bore into yours, filled with a smoldering fire that left you breathless.

"Cariño'," he said, his voice low and intimate, "you might just be the most dangerous thing I've come across in a long time."

You couldn't deny the surge of attraction that coursed through you, a reckless desire that left you craving more. The world around you had become a blur, and in this moment, there was nothing else but the magnetic pull of Vaas Montenegro.

With a final, heated glance, Vaas leaned in, his lips claiming yours in a passionate and demanding kiss. It was a kiss that defied reason, a reckless surrender to the allure of danger and desire.

When the kiss finally broke, you were left breathless and disoriented, your heart pounding in your chest. Vaas's dark eyes were locked onto yours, a mixture of desire and intensity in his gaze.

"Amor'," he said, his voice low and husky, "you've got a fire in you that I can't resist."

You could only respond with a sultry smile, your own desire mirrored in your eyes.

As the night wore on, you and Vaas continued to dance on the edge of danger, your attraction and chemistry reaching new heights. In this unpredictable and perilous world, you had been drawn into a dangerous game of desire and temptation, a game where the line between right and wrong blurred, and where power and control were the ultimate currency.

[bowieandqueen11]

Nacho Varga Confessing His Feelings To You (With A First Kiss) Would Include...

Request: Omg I hope you feel better soon, this sucks so bad :(( oh ALSO question👀 on the nacho post you wrote you were gonna split the hcs into two sets so does that mean we're gonna have more of him at some point??? Because Let. Me Tell. You. Your Nacho hcs were like a literally masterpiece, I genuinely was not expecting to click the read more and be blown away like this WOW. Anyway, just I'd love to read more Nacho from you in the future if you feel like it, your writing is so lovely!

That’s so so kind and sweet and lovely of you :’) Thank you!!! I’m so so glad you enjoyed them, literally Nacho is my sweet boi so it’s so much fun to do!! <3

(I do not own Better Call Saul or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @lousolversons.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

Nacho, baby, my poor boy, my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese, I love you so much you deserve the world and everything good in it and so does your Pappi ily king :(

I mean, Nacho (king) is under constant surveillance at all times, 24/7, so getting even within a breath of you without either Fring or one of the Salamancas catching wind of it is pretty much near impossible. Bless his heart, is he going to try though.

He’s tried to leave little notes to you, although its a dangerous game to play and even more perilous line to balance upon: throwing them around the trashcans in the hopes that you’ll see them after picking up your morning coffee at ‘Los Pollos Hermanos’, and before Gus has left his office for the first round inspection of the day. He hands out extra wads of frumpled, obviously well pored over and assiduously crumpled envelopes for Mike to deliver at your doorstep, or leave crammed through your letter box, hidden in plain sight among the rest of the bills and mailers. He leaves notes on the back of Saul’s folded and fray-edged business cards when he slides over to his back office at the nail salon, roping the ‘lawyer’ into playing ‘piggy in the middle’ for your flirtatious little secret back and forth. It earns him a few disgruntled murmurs and the pointed finger wagging in his face telling him off for playing the ‘pathetic school crush card’ when he’s already been roped into the dangerous chess game of cartel business, but Saul does it anyway because ‘he’s a romantic at heart’. Plus, deep down inside (even if his sad doe side eye at a very despondent looking Nacho gives it away), he does want to see the kid happy.

But none of this is enough; Nacho can’t play this game of whispers in the dark anymore. Keeping all this love locked up within him is poisoning his soul. He can’t linger at home anymore, pacing around the shadowed outskirts of his house and wringing his hands with grief, a pale comparison of himself: a ghost haunting himself with his own failures. He feels like his head is about to shatter into a million pieces if he hears the women in the next room over change the television channel one more time. He’s one step away from ruination, as he slides his back down the wall and crumples onto the floor overlooking the thick tangles of brambles past the casement windows of his dining room. Because as much as their company keeps the void from swallowing him whole, they’re not you. They’re not you. They’re not his heart. He feels like he’s bleeding out from every pore, feels it choking out from his eyes as he wipes the wetness away from the edges of his devastated eyes and clasps his hands behind his head. He takes a deep sniffle, and looks up to the heavens, racking his head to find any conceivable way to get through this alive. 

He has to take the chance, he finally decides after months and months of restless nights spent lying bright eyed and awake in bed, just staring up and burning holes through the ceiling. He wants his chance to live, he wants to live, not just to survive anymore. The next morning, he takes one last look at his fake ID as he tucks it back into his safe for later, before walking out the door. His hands shake with every step; he checks behind his back every five steps or so in a final scan to make sure he’s not being followed, before he swallows his fear and gets ready to take a step towards the life he’s dying for, no matter if fate may spit in his face and toss him aside with a discarding hand. He slides into his car, pulling out his mobile and calling Mike to clue him into the fact that over the last day or two he’s noticed Lalo Salamanca has made contact with you, and so an extra pair of eyes watching your movements couldn’t hurt security. 

To his surprise, the heavy weight of guilt that plagues Mike’s conscience wins out, and he agrees to one night of ‘surveillance’, ‘and I mean one night only, kid. Just to make sure Salamanca hasn’t drawn Y/n into their little plot against Fring.’ He chooses the time and place, of course, but the dingy little abandoned plot the once vibrant and full of life playground rests on isn’t the worst spot in the outskirts of Albuquerque to end up at.

And that is how Nacho Varga finds himself leaning uncomfortably timid against the hood of his car, foot anxiously spurring up the dust. His arms clench as his muscles spasm across his chest, fingers near tearing the skin away as he breathes out heavily in anticipation. He’s not used to being so out in the open, as he glances around the burning desert skies; he’s not used to being so vulnerable, but god would he do it for you over and over and over again. He nearly falls to his knees in relief when your car rolls up to stop just before a flood filled ditch in the ground and you clamber out of the driver’s side with a confused smile lighting your face at the sight of his drenched face.

‘I thought you weren’t going to show up’, he starts as he scratches behind his neck. He looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights, about to run away with his tail tucked between his legs at the first sign of hesitancy or disagreement from you.

‘And miss an opportunity to be babysat for the night by the Ignacio Varga?’ You laugh at how bashful he looks before continuing, ‘Mike said you were so anxious to meet me that you were near blubbering on the phone.’

‘Yeah, he would say that.’ He’s looking westward out towards the far stretch of the golden hazed horizon as he replies sardonically, but he’s still smiling through the words as the two of you, as if drawn by some invisible red band of fate, head over to sit on the quite crooked rusted swing set. You sigh as you take your seat. ‘I hear you’re supposed to watch me for the night. Is that seriously all we can get?’

He blinks slowly, exhaustion set in his bloodshot eyes, before he closes them wearily for a moment. ‘For now, I promise’, he whispers out through tightly pursed lips after a few moments thought. ‘I promise.... But it’s enough - it’s more than enough. It’s everything, okay? This is everything to me.’ He looks so serious as he turns to stare at you tensely through the chained ropes that run past his neck that you can’t help but reach through the barred gap and squeeze his hand. He refuses to let go, never once breaking his gaze from you as he places your intertwined fingers down onto his kneecap as delicate as one might hold the fresh bloom of a spring petal.

The two of you end up kicking your feet across the sand and talking far through the night, not stopping even as the sky begins to burn a mulberry purple and the stars begin to break through the streaks of haloed light that shroud his eyes that glow with ecstasy. He realises, for the first time since his mother had died, he’s spent the whole time smiling. 

You catch him glancing down to your lips every few sentences or so, but they always flick right back up to your widening eyes with the sweetest joy in them. It was if his soul was finally being allowed to unlock itself; all the beauty furled up inside of him blooming out through every crevice until it trails around him and roots itself around his body like a desert rose finally beginning to thrive through the drought. Until there’s nothing left of him but the thought, the prayer, the touch of you.

He comes to a breaking point; to the pass of no return, and he can’t hold himself back anymore. So he just leans out over his seat while you’re talking and kisses you between the ropes. For him, for a moment, the world and all it’s vexations seem to stop, and the softness of true life seems to seep in. He focuses in on the small details, trying to etch every single thing he can feel into the recesses of his brain so he can play it on repeat till his dying day: the way his nose is pressed up, squashed against your flushing cheek. How soft, how pliant your lips are despite your surprise, and how tenderly he brushes his bottom lip against your own and feels it set its corners in fire. How cold the tears running down the side of his nose are, despite how alight he is inside. How his breath can’t seem to escape past the gasps of his throat: too busy half-moaning and half-whimpering against your open mouth until you swallow them with your needy lips.

He gasps as you pull away from him to look up tentatively at his closed eyes, and for a moment you think he’s about to pass out with how intensely his face is screwed shut. He just swallows thickly, before surprising you and stomping up and leaving the swing seat thundering in his wake. He’s so flustered, and furious with himself for giving in so easily to something that he knows will only end in heartbreak and exploitation for you: how could he? How could he do anything but get up and leave, to get as far away from you as possible?

Yet you surprise him by skidding to a halt in front of him and cupping his cheeks, bringing him back down to earth by titling his chin down to look at you. You reach up to meet his lips again, and bless his heart, he just lets go in one big sigh and nods with that serious frown in his face when you teasingly whisper against his lips if he was seriously that flustered just by kissing you.

And his hands are shaking from where they cup round to rest against your sides, because he knows this is it. A rose can’t grow without a thorn within its stem, and his will be the death of him. But he doesn’t care. He just couldn’t care less, because while it’s a risky love, Nacho Varga would choose again and again to give all of himself away for you.

[caleblandrybones]

imagine. you kiss michael mando and he smells like eggs

[riotgrrrlhole]

Just imagine all of this but with Nacho while After Dark of Tito and the Tarantulas sounds in the background.

[mpregeminem]

imagine getting banned from social media for saying what michael mando did to tony dalton

[hotmessteaparty]

So ever since the Far Cry 6 Insanity DLC came out, I was think about how my boys would look like when they're older, especially since they are still pretty young in my fic.

I also thought about that I headcanoned Vaas to look a little (jk a lot) different, than to what he looked liked in the DLC. And at first I couldn't wrap my head around why I always imagined him to look so different, like not so old and stuff and then I realized why 😂 I had to look it up to be sure but it's true, he's only 28 in far cry 3 and looks like he's 70 in the DLC 😬 anyway, my headcanon for Vaas is to look like Michael Mando does now at 40 years old, maybe a little more lines and a little more Grey in his beard and Mohawk but not something so drastically. (even though it probably makes sense due to drug use and the extreme conditions he lives in)

And then I also imagined what would Jason actually look like older? I think he'd have a pretty damn glow up tbh 😂 (no that has nothing to do with my daddy issues 🤐) but I once read in a Vaason fic where they live together in Yara and Vaas says something to him like "You don't look like a damn twink anymore" and I love that

So here are pictures of what I imagine Jason would look like at 38 or smth (btw the upper left one is Gianpaolo Venuta, Jasons voice actor, and I thought it was pretty fitting :)))

Let me know what you think about it 🙃