#chocopinda

[chocopinda]

Good news for the audience, Chris lives!

[insanityofvaas]

❤️

This is a little something for the wonderful and lovely @chocopinda to along with the pretty Wonderland Vaas! ❤️

Wonderland Madness

Jason Brody. Snow White. Motherfucker.

Vaas went through a lot of trouble to set up this little party, okay? A tea party, to be more exact, like Alice in Wonderland. That’s the fucking theme here, some symbolism and shit. Whatever. That’s not the point. The point is that he went through a lot of trouble. He put his guys to task and made them set everything up in a nice clearing so that it’d look all magical. It’s so fucking dumb, but it’s fun. That’s what’s important. Having fun!

That wasn’t all, though. No, no, no. When Vaas gets an idea he goes all the way with it, full fucking throttle no matter how extreme. As soon as his guys were gone he got himself all dressed up. As Alice. All in, with the dress, all the frills and ruffles included, and knee socks and he even redid his eyeliner to make it extra smoky because, c’mon, that’s fucking hot. Sure, he kept some things of his own; his armband, necklace, combat boots, and machete. But, hey, he’s gotta make the look his own. 

What, you think it’s weird? Fuck you. 

It was brilliant. Inspired. The whole idea was for Jason to accept his invitation and show up, and upon seeing the whole setup and getup, figure Vaas had really gone off the deep end. Well, more than he already has, anyway. He was banking on the whole thing being so over-the-top ridiculous that Jason would be caught off guard completely, and that would be his chance. Oh, baby. It would have been the perfect opportunity to tear that fucker apart and ensure that his final moments led to a glorious, humiliating death. 

But, yeah, the motherfucker didn’t show, and that’s really fucking rude. 

It’s rude and it’s annoying. It’s a disrespect to all of Vaas’ hard work. It’s a lot of time wasted, time that he could have spent torturing other prisoners, but he actually made Jason a priority. Fuck, it pisses him off, like, blood-boiling levels of anger. Listen, all you internet people out there, because there’s a lesson in here: if someone goes out of their way for you, makes you a nice party, you make sure to show up and don’t be fucking rude. Have some fucking manners. 

Moving the fuck along. 

It’s okay. It’s fine that Jason didn’t show up, the bad manners aside. Vaas still has his machete and he really, really likes to hunt. He’s good at it, like some kind of master predator; a tiger in human form. So, Jason did him a favor when it comes down to it. Maybe his crazy tea party murder plan wasn’t as important, after all. Now he gets to stalk Jason through the jungle, all the rage and adrenaline building until he gets to unleash it like some feral beast. It’s going to be so fucking fun, an even bigger bloodbath, and that’s all Vaas needs to set off into the jungle.

Snow White? Where are you, baby?

—FIN—

[el-michoacano]

I’ve been thinking about Aurelia and Domingo, and I actually think she’d really like that he’s a little softer than the rest of the guys. She doesn’t need a protector, despite what her brothers and cousins seem to think, and Domingo’s softness counteracts her bitchiness, so they balance out pretty well. Maybe they’ll marry and she’ll make him a Salamanca someday! 😂💖

[kittyw0rm]

Comission for @chocopinda

[astarfruity]

Artfight attack for @chocopinda

I love this cowboy,, i hate drawing tiefling horns but for you, I will do anything ❤ Wanted to make a little camp scene!

[chocopinda]

I colour picked from the colours you colour picked for a little sketch.

and im just supposed to be normal about him? lmao yeah ok

[sozo-snipes]

@chocopinda's Morgan for art fight! Saw him from across the bar and uh- um- sir- I-

[themadknightuniverse]

Thank you for tagging me @balamasaka 💝 (Redoing a post since the original is starting to get a bit long)

Relationship status: lone wolf

Favorite color: o r a n g e

Song stuck in my head: PACA PACA PACA EN MI CABALLO 🎵

Favorite food: anything sugary I'm a big sweet tooth

Last thing I googled: cowboy

Dream trip: zero idea

Something I want right now: paca paca out of my head (it's been two weeks I'm going mad)

Tagging : @michaelmandog @karlavhh @el-michoacano @insanityofvaas @chocopinda @ignaciosalamanca 💕

[allenvooreef]

🔸commission for @chocopinda 🔸

A very fun commission I got to draw during Fantasy Village last month! A grumpy tiefling cowboy with a heart of gold? Sign me up! 😍

[nachitoesmuybonito]

Okay, so! I don't do stuff like this often because, frankly, I don't like my own writing (story writing, anyway, I'm more or less fine when writing for roleplay; weird, right?). But, I wanted to add a little something for the @lachowedding2023 event, because I love Lacho.

A ton of love goes out to @chocopinda for the absolutely wonderful inspiration and encouragement! No way I could have done this at all without you and your ideas! <3

Questions or comments can be left here or on my other blog @insanityofvaas and you can find the piece (a tiny thing) below.

Cold Feet

It's really happening. This is the day. The wedding. His wedding. 

Oh, God. 

The thought makes Nacho’s head spin again. How did it come to this? …Okay, no. He obviously knows how he got here. He and Lalo had joked about it one evening while having drinks. It'd been fun. Nothing serious. 

Then it came up again, and again.  

It became something they talked about more seriously. What it would be like to go through with it. What life would be like. Nothing would change significantly aside from having a title, really. It was still fun. It was like being transported back to childhood, one of those youthful moments where two kids would share their biggest dreams for the future and make a promise that they’d one day come true.

The rest just fell into place. 

He and Lalo began planning. Legitimately planning. Where to hold the event. Who they should invite. What to eat. What to wear. The perfect place to have a big party afterward. The honeymoon; that one was more Lalo than him, but that should come as a surprise to no one. Regardless, all of it was meticulously discussed between them down to the finest detail, and then finalized. 

Nacho was on board for the whole thing, naturally. Despite how a lot of his friends and his father feel about Lalo, Nacho likes him. He loves him. It’s absolutely true that they had a rough beginning. Nacho has never denied how much he disliked Lalo at the start. He was a Salamanca and every Salamanca prior to him had been bad news, not to mention bad for his health. So, so many days he’d wanted nothing more than Lalo to be gone, be that back to Mexico or, in extreme cases, dead. In his defense, Lalo can be really fucking obnoxious. Nacho still has more days than he can count where, if looks could kill, Lalo would be a distant memory. But you don’t talk about marriage, joking or otherwise, let alone plan a wedding without there being something real. Love.

That’s how it came to this. 

Nacho remains in what feels like a deep fog even when it’s time to begin. It’s a strange state of being present, but also completely on auto-pilot. He’s distantly aware of all the people around as he walks down the aisle; those final steps before it’s all said and done. His dad is present. His friends. Lalo’s friends and family, too. Lalo himself is just up ahead, waiting, smiling in that same stupid way that he always does; as confident as ever, as if the world isn’t about to change for them. 

The vows follow. Lalo goes first, because of course he would. Nacho keeps his eyes on the older man all the while, yet his mind continues to race. He looks focused despite how badly he wants to turn and run. This feeling has come up several times, the overwhelming urge to just get in his car and go without saying a word. That’s what they call cold feet, right? It’s awful. He counts himself lucky that vows were another thing they discussed at length. If they come up later, his ass is covered. 

His turn follows and he prays that he doesn’t look like a deer caught in headlights for several seconds before he begins to speak. More words that he knows by heart, words that he searched the depths of his soul to find. Oddly, with each that passes his lips, he feels some of the apprehension and fear melt away. Each word is another reminder of every single thing that Lalo makes him feel: desired, loved, safe, protected and so much more. Each word, while perhaps not as blatantly, is both a confession and promise that, yes, he feels all of those things for Lalo, too. 

Nacho misses the moment that counts the ceremony as finalized, but he doesn’t miss the one where Lalo kisses him. It tells him everything far better than any words: this was the right thing to do. This is where he wants to be. It’s okay to have had cold feet, to have doubted. It’s okay to be afraid, because this is a new chapter of life and new things can be terrifying. Nacho throws his arms around Lalo’s neck and he hopes, maybe he even prays, that the older man can feel every last thing that he’s feeling now.

This was the right thing to do. He’s exactly where he belongs.

–FIN–

[chocopinda]

Pretty boy and the tiger that got a promotion for jumpscaring and mauling me <3

[insanityofvaas]

It might be bad, I can't tell, but more soft Lacho stuff spilled out.

Morning

Nacho’s awake. 

A glance at the clock on his nightstand tells him it’s just a little after three in the morning. He has no idea what it was that woke him up. A noise outside? A nightmare that’s already slipped from memory? Whatever it was, he can already tell that he’s not going to be able to get back to sleep. He sighs and begins to get up, but an arm tightens around his waist and he stops.

Lalo is still in bed. He’s still asleep. 

Well, that’s new. Lalo is almost always awake before he is. In fact, most mornings Lalo is showered, dressed and has breakfast ready by the time that Nacho finally drags himself out of bed. He doesn’t want to ruin this, given the rarity. There’s no telling when it’ll happen again, if ever. His mind made up, Nacho slowly settles back into his spot. He rolls himself over so that he’s facing Lalo; hey, if this is a one-time event, then he’s going to make the very best of it. 

Oh, it’s worth it.

The room is mostly dark. There’s the smallest bit of light that filters in from the street. It’s enough for Nacho to see, and he wants to memorize what’s before him like a precious memory. Lalo looks so peaceful. It’s not a word he often finds himself using for the older man, given he’s always doing something or, at least, always talking. It’s a peculiar thing for him to be quiet and still, other than the gentle rise and fall of his chest, but not in a bad way. 

Nacho can’t help but think that this is something only he’s seen. Maybe that’s misguided or selfish, and even if it is, he wants to hold onto the moment like the precious memory that it is. He wants to look back on it fondly years and years from now, if he and Lalo are lucky enough to live that long or even still be together. Even men like them deserve a few simple, sweet memories to call their own, secret things just for them.

Or, Nacho hopes so, anyway. He wants to believe it.

Nacho pushes back some of Lalo’s hair, mixing gray into black. It’s soft and silky beneath his fingers and he could swear that he feels the older man’s head tip toward the touch. It makes Nacho smile and he’s suddenly glad that Lalo’s asleep because he’s sure the expression must look ridiculous; stupid and sentimental. He loves it. 

He loves Lalo.

Nacho loves Lalo and it’s such a striking realization, as if he’s never thought of it before. He knows that he has. He knows that he’s said it, too. But maybe, maybe this is the first time he’s fully grasped the depth of it. He doesn’t just love this man. No, he loves him and he wants it to last. He wants this to be every day and every night. 

Nacho wants this to be their future.

He sighs softly. He really is some kind of mess, isn’t he? He gets a few minutes of quiet, a glimpse of Lalo looking more content than he’s ever seen him, and what does his mind do? It goes and runs wild on him. He’d laugh at himself if not for Lalo being asleep beside him. Nacho doesn’t want to disturb him and clearly, he has the right idea. Nacho tucks his head beneath Lalo’s chin and closes his eyes. He could use a break from his thoughts, anyway.

But, tomorrow? 

Tomorrow Nacho can tell Lalo everything.

–FIN–

[el-michoacano]

I finally got around to drawing a non-chibi version of Aurelia, my homemade Salamanca lady! I couldn’t decide between black lines and colored lines, so you get both! Gonna tag my Lia lovers: @rosayoro, @themadknightuniverse, @chordsykat, @seraphtrevs, @spice-curls, @lokisinsurrection, @michaelmandog and @chocopinda​ 🖤

[roaldamundsen]

Trying to draw mm's face correctly, have any good reference images? (Also taking pos3 suggestions)

oh my god. well you can find a bunch of red carpet pics that are ridiculously hd, but I personally find him prettiest in his motel era

however I really don't draw much. or all that often.. maybe @themadknightuniverse @chocopinda @seraph5 @mundayme or @slavhew @carrot-n-stick (to name a few) will be able to help you out more :3

[jasonsnowwhitebrody]

Rules: List 5 comfort characters and tag at least 5 people.

Well thanks to @insanityofvaas for thinking of me once again. Total sweetheart, love you!

1: Jason Brody-Far Cry 3/Far Cry 6 Vaas’ Insanity DLC

2: Marcus Fenix-Gears of War franchise

3: Sonic the Hedgehog-Sonic franchise

4: Ezio Auditore da Firenze-Assassin’s Creed franchise

5: Simon “Ghost” Riley-Call of Duty franchise

Huh, so I have a trend of adoring hardened men or those that adore adventure and exploration as well as having a small sprinkle of crazy. I can live with that

Tagging with NO pressure

@chaosgoodvibes @chocopinda @broken-balance-baby @hotmessteaparty @allthekingsmenonthehorizon

[egoarc4de]

TAG GAMEEE 

6 albums that were a big part of your childhood!

tagged by @chocopinda :))) !!! thank u i am finally getting to this lolol 

if u see this i am giving u a free coupon to be tagged by me and do this i dont want to bug anyone!