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[just-a-silly-little-whumper]

Homemade

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All Altair ever wanted is right here.

Thanks as always to @crash-bump-bring-the-whump and @that-one-thespian for letting me borrow their guys! For @augusnippets Day 20: Homemade Meal

Contains: Pure domestic fluff

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The kitchen was warm, and smelled of all sorts of delightful things. Vegetables and meat and spices all brought together under Fletcher’s expert hand. Altair took a moment just to watch him. He loved Fletcher’s cooking. It tasted like the home he had always longed for.

Fletcher turned to him, a soft smile on his face. “It- it should be almost done. Just a few more minutes.”

“Wonderful.” Altair couldn’t resist taking a few steps closer to press a kiss to Fletcher’s temple. The small embarrassed squeak he let out made Altair chuckle. “Mariano and Bastian have set the table. We should be just about ready to eat.”

He could see them from here, just beyond the kitchen. The salad and rolls Elze’ith had made were already out on the table, a table set for all of the people he loved. Their boys were waiting for them, chattering quietly about someone Mariano and Bastian had met in the market that day and the new book Archer was reading and how Elze’ith’s plants were doing in the garden. The simple domesticity was one of the most beautiful things Altair had ever seen. They just needed Altair and Fletcher and the main course for everything to be complete.

A soft blush had spread across Fletcher’s face. “I- I hope it’s good.”

“Knowing you?” Altair smiled. “It’ll be amazing.”

[sunshiline-writes]

"Somehow, [they] didn't hate this as much as [they] thought [they] would." for sentence asks!

Miguel floated in the water, staring at the blue sky and white clouds. Watching the world go by as he was hugged by the water. Somehow, he didn't hate this as much as he thought he would. Mariano was right. It also didn't hurt that Miguel was holding his hand, so he didn't float away. That hand, all scars and roughness, was so gently holding him in place. He could learn to like swimming if Mariano kept holding his hand like that. He looked up at the other man, smiling in thanks. "You're doing great Migs, just let the water carry you."

Miguel could do that. He closed again, focusing on the hand holding his, and the coolness of the water. __ Mariano borrowed from @crash-bump-bring-the-whump

Thanks Coy for the ask!

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whumptober 2024 - Day 3

HeheheheHEHEHEHE THIS PROMPT SET IS PERFECT, I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE THIS SCENE FOR SO LONG!! Thorin belongs to the wonderful @whumpr c:

TWs: Abuse of power, abuse by a police officer, references to being shot, discussion of burns, there's a jackass police officer and a cool civil servant, deadnaming but not Quite Like That

Fingerprints | Wrongfully Arrested | "I warned you."

"What kind of an idiot do you think I am, Ortiz?"

The shout jarred Thorin out of his routine haze. He glanced over through one-way glass, and felt his stomach drop. Long, wavy hair. Dark, tired eyes with glowing white rings. Scarred hands, politely folded on the table they were cuffed to. A patterned sweater, meticulously hand-washed as always. A broken glasses chain that belonged on a librarian. Bruises and scrapes, all up and down his face and hands.

What the fuck was Cross doing here?

Thorin didn't stop to let the red-faced police officer currently two inches from Cross' nose get further with his tirade. He swung the door open, cutting him off. "Officer Roberts, stand down."

The man jolted back, straightening his tie. The knights and police were different factions, technically, but Thorin outranked most anyone that would be in this building at this hour. "I'm questioning the suspect of that convenience store robbery from earlier."

Thorin raised an eyebrow at Cross, who shrugged. "A convenience store robbery? Explain."

"Officer Roberts told me that I was spotted coming out of the Fast Lane on Fifth with a gun in my hand and a hiking backpack." Cross explained, one thumb sliding against the side of his other palm. "I don't recall doing any of that, though. I...don't really go there anymore. I only ever walk past."

"Because the last time you were there, you got shot right?" Thorin said, less for himself and more to see Roberts look like he bit into a lemon. "In that hostage situation?"

"Yes, sir."

Thorin hummed. "Roberts, what's the evidence that has you so convinced that Cross is the guy?"

"Well--" Roberts puffed back up, swiping up a manila folder that he'd left in easy grabbing distance of a completely-unwarded mage that specialized in fire magic. "The suspect had long black hair, a bag, and was wearing a patterned sweater. And glasses."

Clearly an airtight description.

Roberts pulled a few documents out from the folder and slammed them onto the table in front of Cross. Cross didn't flinch. Dark eyes just wandered over the security camera still of someone who sort of looked like him, if you squinted. He glanced towards Roberts, fingers wandering questioningly until he was given a yes to pick up the picture to look closer.

Thorin's gaze, though, was drawn to the paper beneath the photo. A set of oval ink marks, cut through with white sworls and whirls and ridges. Fingerprints. Thorin laughed before he could stop himself.

"What?" Roberts snapped. "What's the matter?"

"Are those fingerprints from the crime scene, Roberts?" Thorin asked.

"Of course. We lifted them right off the cash register drawer." Roberts seemed pleased with himself. "They could only belong to the culprit. They don't match the manager or any of the workers!"

"Alright then. Cross, up you go. I'll give you a ride home." Thorin said, reaching for his ring of keys.

Roberts froze, jaw tensing. "Sir--what are you doing?" He asked, raising his voice. "Don't just--!"

"Cross, please show the good officer your palms." Thorin said, unshackling him. He did, politely turning his palms up to face Roberts, who balked.

Cross' hands were a deep, dark red-brown, smooth and rippled. Thorin knew from shaking his hand how all the wrinkles and texture went away with even slight pressure. "Cross hasn't had fingerprints since he was eighteen or so. Tell me, do those match your prints?"

Roberts couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from the mess of long-healed burns in front of him. "...They don't." He finally said with a sigh, sliding a hand through his hair. "They really don't. His groceries are in the break room."

Thorin shook his head as he helped Cross to his feet and waved him out the door. "Everything had better be in there, Roberts. I'm going to ask him to check his digital receipt." He started to follow Cross out, before pausing at the doorway. "Ask your chief to retrain you on proper interrogation protocol for mages, Roberts. Urgently. If Cross wasn't such a polite person, you could've wound up ash on the floor."

The silence that filled the air before the door closed behind Thorin was almost worth the headache of finding out that Cross' cookie dough had been torn into.

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[thecubanartobserver]

Exposición "Un poco de mí", Colectiva

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Isabela: Hey, Lola, what do you want for your birthday?

Dolores: For you, Camilo and Luisa to stop being chaotic; for Mirabel to stop being a smartass and stop beating me at chess; for my parents to stop embarrassing me in front of Mariano; for Tío Agustín to stop getting hurt every two seconds so I don’t have to keep telling Tía Julieta to make more arepas; for Tío Bruno to stop killing off my favourite characters and ships in his telenovelas; I have nothing for Antonio, he’s perfect the way he is; for Señor Osvaldo Ortiz to stop talking; and for Padre Flores to stop yapping about his favourite horse at church.

Isabela:

Isabela: Yeah, I got like ten coins and two sunflower seeds—

[inscrutable-shadow]

Whumptober 2024 Day 1 - l'esprit de corps

No. 1: RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK

Search Party | Panic Attack | "If only we could hold on.” (Icysami x Renegaderr, Strangers.)

Mariano and Luis (who is. not here. lol) belong to @crash-bump-bring-the-whump. Finally made a banner for the shared military AU! Thanatos is.... well adjusted, surely.

contains: post-traumatic stress disorder, flashback, water phobia, grounding techniques

also available on ao3!

One of the most important parts of therapy, in Thanatos's opinion, was remaining in tune with one's own emotional state. Allowing oneself to be buffeted about by the client's emotions and your own issues led to dysregulation, which was a slippery slope to all kinds of emotional fallout. He made a habit of regular check-ins with himself during a session to ensure he didn't have anything going on that would impair his judgement, which is why when he noticed his attention had drifted away from the words his client was saying, it immediately sent up red flags.

Than's pen had stopped moving over the paper several minutes ago, and he couldn't quite get his eyes to focus. With some clients, it was a battle not to fall asleep in his chair, so mundane were their problems or so well-trodden the topic, but not with this one. He'd never in his life been bored during a session with Mariano. Ortiz was one of his favorite puzzles, Thanatos was always laser focused during their sessions, taking reams of notes and running through what literature he's been through lately on post-traumatic stress, searching for a path forward. He'd been doing the same today, his handwriting at the top of the page was immaculate, flowing cursive, as usual, but as he'd proceeded further down "I had deteriorated into a barely-legible scrawl. His hands were… shaking. That wasn't good. What were they even talking about? He couldn't… he couldn't hear anything but the blood rushing in his ears.

Oh. Yes. Panic attack. He got them on occasion, sometimes without an identifiable trigger. In this case, Mariano had been discussing his early days in the war mage program. Thanatos had thought he'd be fine hearing about it, he'd never have taken on the mage as a client if he hadn't. Must just be an off day, something else getting to him, making him vulnerable. He was fairly confident the dripping water he was hearing was not a leaky pipe, nor was his sweater vest actually kevlar. It was getting worse.

He needed… needed to get himself under control. Needed a break, needed to stop. Move, Thanatos. " H-Hey, Mariano. This is all— It's all great stuff, yeah? We're… we're making e-excellent progress." Inhale. Exhale. Steady yourself. "I really would like to pick up right where we left off next time, but I think— ahem! I think I need to wrap up for to day, if that's all right. I… I'm suddenly not feeling very well." As cliché as it was, Thanatos had always gotten good results from concentrating on his breath. Deep inhale after deep exhale, counting his heartbeats as they slowed. He was okay, really. He just needed a minute.

"Oh, that's okay… Are you alright? Do you want me to get you some water?" Mariano was already on his feet and moving to the cooler.

Water was the last thing he needed. Gods, he could feel it on his face. "No! I'm… fine, Mariano. I just need some time to myself, really. We can re-reschedule… for tomorrow, or some other day, or you can come in early next week! Whatever works best for your schedule." In Hermes' name just leave…

Fuck. He was dripping wet, and so cold. Shivering, leaning heavily on the desk from where he'd stood to show Mariano out. You're losing control. Get a grip, Booker. Inhale. Exhale. If it's obvious you're cracking under the strain, the abuse only gets worse. They're looking for your limit. Don't let them find it. He just needed to wait for this to pass somewhere he could be alone. Just needed it to pass. It would, he knew it would. Inhale. Exhale.

A hand on his shoulder nearly made him break. "I… don't think I can do it this time, Luis. I think it's too much…" The words came out slowly, mechanically. It was always too much. And he always kept going. Luis would tell him he could do one more, one more bucket, one more dunk, one more minute, and Thanatos would shake and shudder and cry but he would. He always would. Had to. The alternative was unthinkable.

"Oh. That's okay. You… you don't have to do anything."

That was… a surprise. Letting him off early? "I'm… almost done?" He didn't want to be dismissed from training, he could do it, he could be better—

"I think it's okay to stop for today. Come on, here, take a seat. You don't have to do anything anymore."

It didn't make sense, but Thanatos wouldn't ignore a direct order. He could deal with the consequences if it turned out to be a trap, weasel his way out of it then. He'd always been a smooth talker. He accepted being led to his chair and put his head on his knees, forcing his breath through his nose. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. It was working, he was calming down. The edges of the world didn't feel as fuzzy. "No, it's… I'm okay. I'm sorry. I can do it, I just need a second," he tried again.

Luis held Thanatos's hands between his. "You're okay. No need to go again. No more water, Thanatos."

Really? He was done? No more? Relief crashed through him like a wave, and when he lifted his head, his vision no longer crackled with static. He… recognized those scarred hands though. A war mage's, but not Luis's. "M-Mariano?" Why was Mariano here? Had he been… He'd been in a session, hadn't he?

He looked up into the young mage's face, at the relief reflected there, and felt his own drain away into a pool of dread. He'd just had a panic attack in front of a client. He'd have to weave words very delicately to salvage this. Either that, or show vulnerability. He wasn't sure which idea scared him more.

taglist: @athens-writes, @albatris, @thethistlegirlwrites

[pannaginip]

Tinay Palabay, Secretary General of Karapatan, on Facebook:

Under Marcos, there are 12 desaparecidos yet to be surfaced and we fear that environmental defender Rowena Dasig will be the 13th. Let us join Desaparecidos (Pamilya ng Desaparecidos para sa Katarungan, families of the disappeared, on August 30, International Day of the Disappeared, in a mass action in the morning and in watching Alipato at Muog at the UP Film Center in the afternoon.

#SurfaceAllDesaparecidos

2024 Aug. 27

ID under the cut

Attached are posters with photos and details of desaparecidos under the BBM administration

Pic 1:

SURFACE THE DESAPARECIDOS!

MISSING FROM THE PERIOD BETWEEN 1 JULY 2022 TO 30 JUNE 2024

ELGENE MUNGCAL

Date abducted: 03 July 2023

Place of incident: Moncada, Tarlac

DENALD LALOY MALEN

Date abducted: 19 April 2023

Place of incident: Hinigaran, Negros Occidental

GENE ROZ JAMIL DE JESUS

Date abducted: 28 April 2023

Place of incident: Taytay, Rizal

DEAH LOPEZ

Date abducted: 15 September 2023

Place of incident: Sipalay, Negros Occidental

LEE SUDARIO

Date abducted: 29 September 2023

Place of incident: Gabaidon, Nueva Ecija

WILLIAM LARIOSA

Date abducted: 10 April 2024

Place of incident: Quezon, Bukidnon

MA. ELENA PAMPOZA

Date abducted: 03 July 2023

Place of incident: Moncada, Tarlac

RENEL DELOS SANTOS

Date abducted: 19 April 2023

Place of incident: Hinigaran, Negros Occidental

LYN GRACE MARTULLINAS

Date abducted: 19 April 2023

Place of incident: Hinigaran, Negros Occidental

DEXTER CAPUYAN

Date abducted: 28 April 2023

Place of incident: Taytay, Rizal

NORMAN ORTIZ

Date abducted: 29 September 2023

Place of incident: Gabaldon, Nueva Ecija

MARIANO JOLONGBAYAN

Date abducted: 17 September 2023

Place of incident: Lian, Batangas

Pic 2:

SURFACE ROWENA DASIG

Environmental Defender and Former Anakbayan Southern Tagalog Secretary General Si Rowena "Owen" Dasig ay naiulat na pinalaya mula sa Lucena City District Jail (LCDJ) noong Agosto 22, 2024.

Gayunpaman, ilang araw na ang lumipas ay hindi parin natitiyak ng kanyang mga kaanak, lawyer, at legal counsel ang kanyang kinaroroonan dahil pagsasabatohe ng LCDJ.

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˗ˏˋ𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒ˎˊ˗

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[madrigaljail]

Ok so this morning in the shower I had a lot of Thoughts about the Guzmáns (at least...my Guzmáns) and did some blabbing elsewhere, but wanted to share the lore/headcanons/whatever here as well:

Mercedes and Mariano (the elder, canon!Mariano's grandfather) totally had separate bedrooms. it's how rich folks do and also they were over each other.

Them going to Senor Ortiz (Osvaldo's father, the designated builder/architect of the Encanto) with building plans for Casa Guzman and him losing his entire mind. "Why four bedrooms?" "Well the children will obviously need their own when they're older." "...obviously." "And that's not a bedroom, that's my husband's office." "Which has a bed in it." "Yes." "And what's this on the ground floor?" "Oh, that's for the serv- well, perhaps there are some people who don't want the responsibility of their own home, so they can stay with us. And....help around the house. And with the children."

You cannot tell me the boys (José and Caesar) did not have a nanny until they were old enough to hold a civil conversation. Can you imagine either of them going to Mercedes after a nightmare? Actually Mariano might not have been horrible for that stuff, his parents came up not rich, he's a bit more...idk, grounded. More familiar with the real world. He does his best and his best isn't that great but he's there. EDIT: no he's not there, like....forever, but when they're little. He goes more distant, Mercedes gets closer (for some value of closer).

.....Caesar wooing and marrying the least threatening/most nurturing woman in the village within two years of his father's death. This whole family needs to go under a microscope and also to therapy.

I also had shower thoughts about Mercedes and Jose's last conversation before he left and she 500% knew he was gay gay homosexual gay and also I may have teared up a little.

Ok byeeeeee.

[beausling]

the big masterlist

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˗ˏˋSUPERNATURAL´ˎ˗

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[just-a-silly-little-whumper]

Forgiveness

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

Ahaha War Mage AU go brrr. Mariano (and the War Mages) belong to @crash-bump-bring-the-whump! This fill is for @augusnippets Day 17 c:

Contains: Captivity, forced to hurt, blood, hurt/comfort

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“I’m sorry.”

Altair murmured the words softly, almost inaudibly, but they were still as loud as thunderclaps in the small concrete cell he shared with Mariano. The smell of blood, Mariano’s blood, hung in the air like a miasma, clung to him like a condemnation. His lungs and hands were sticky with it, with the memory of what he had done.

But there was no hatred it Mariano’s eyes. Only impossible trust. “It’s okay. I know they made you.”

And he would have to do it again tomorrow, too. This time in their cell was only a brief respite. Altair would do anything to take Mariano’s place, to be the one taking the pain, but he doubted their captors would grant him that mercy.

“Still. I’m sorry.”

Mariano reached for his hand. Tentatively, as though touching him again might shatter him, Altair took it.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

[flowersarefreetherapy]

Hehehe have an oc for that ask game bc I'm curious c:

Mariano Ortiz is a 6 foot tall, glasses'd and long-haired brick shithouse of an ex-soldier with burn scars that swallow his palms and creep along the tops of his arms. His expression naturally lingers in the "stern and angry" side of things, and his sense of humor tends to be dry. However. He's INCREDIBLY mild mannered and quietly optimistic. He tends to handle grievous injuries to himself by politely calling a medic's attention to them while holding pressure, or by reassuring someone that he can stitch himself up, or burn it closed--really, there's no need to fuss. He's also nervous and cautious around children and is incredibly touch starved. Basically, he's a living weapon you could absolutely trust to be your go-to petsitter.

His physical appearance would probably raise alarm bells in Thad’s mind (past traumaaaaaaa) but the moment Mariano gets injured and doesn’t say anything, then he is instantly being adopted by Thad and Robin. 

Thad will take care of any injuries while Robin gets him food and something to drink. They ignore any attempts he makes to play off the wound or say it isn’t too bad (best of luck there because Robin has been dealing with their stubborn husband for years and this isn’t a fight Mariano is going to win). After that, it’s an instant adoption. They’ll let him stay as long as he wants, make sure he’s well fed, and incorporate him seamlessly with the rest of the adopted children. Thad would take him under his wing and be there if Mariano ever needs anything or needs help working through something (or if he needs a hug. Thad gives really really good hugs)

Star and Ezra will also be staring very very respectfully. Mariano is welcome to ignore them

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whumptober 2024 - Day 23

Quinn belongs to my beloved boyfriend @friendlylocalwhumper!! Thank you for letting me borrow your spy!!

TWs: someone asks for the death penalty and is denied

Forced Choice | Public Display | Broken Pedestal | “I’m doing this for you.”

Mariano stood in a suit, unmoving beneath the play icon. It was a warm navy, a color that brought out the soft gold in Mariano's skin. His tie was black. The shirt he wore under his jacket was white. It was all crisp, clean. Brilliant, even on camera.

His face was rounder. Softer. Even with the malnutrition that made his cheekbones sharper, he didn't look twenty. He looked like a teenager still.

He didn't look a day older than Quinn themself was.

They stole a glance out of the corner of their eye. That was him. Right there behind that counter, cleaning mugs, stood the war criminal himself.

This wasn't their first time watching this footage. They'd read up on it when the prison rehabilitation programs updated their website, naturally. Someone who'd burned whole towns couldn't just be better.

It didn't work like that.

All of this had to be a ploy. Mariano Ortiz, now Mariano Cross, had to be some sort of spy for the disgraced man he'd worked under. His begging for the death penalty had to have been faked. They skipped forward.

"Mister Ortiz, the court has accepted your plea of guilty to all the charges brought against you."

The Mariano on screen didn't waver.

"You have been sentenced to life in prison with the possibility of parole."

Until he did.

"No," He whispered, just loud enough to be heard. "No, I need to be neutralized. I'm too dangerous to--"

"The court's decision is final. You will be taken into custody immediately with credit for time served. Have a good day, Mister Ortiz."

A woman in the background started quietly crying as Mariano was handcuffed and led away, seemingly in shock. When the camera panned over, Quinn confirmed that it had to be Mariano Ortiz's mother, Lucia. She looked how she did in all the Facebook photos, and leaned into the man who had to be Ramon. They looked relieved.

There had to be more to this. Quinn had to be missing something. No one just did that unless they were playing the long game.

"Still doing alright?" A voice not coming from their headphones pulled Quinn away from their thoughts.

Mariano was at the counter, hand on the handle of a mug. "Need a refill? I know studying for midterms can be hard without some coffee to sip on."

Quinn smiled easily in return and tabbed over to the document they'd been keeping their notes on. "That'd be nice, Mister Cross. Thank you." They watched him fill a new mug with their order, made exactly like the last two they'd slowly worked their way through.

"Rough class? You've been frowning like fall break was cancelled."

"Ah, you could say that." They said, accepting the new mug that was brought over. They looked up at him over the top of their laptop screen. His ringlit eyes seemed to bore into them as he leaned closer to take their empty one.

"Well, you're free to stay as long as you like." He said, a small smile playing on his lips. "I certainly don't mind the company."

Quinn watched broad shoulders retreat back to the counter to begin washing the ceramic and swallowed. Somehow that was always worse than they expected. Somehow they expected to hear the crack of a whip, or the rattle of chains in a basement when they watched him walk away.

They had to find out what he was really in the city for. They couldn't see more innocent people die at one awful mage's hands. Not ever again.

@whump-captain @whumpr @whumperofworlds @lektricwhump @cyberwhumper

@bxtterflystxtches @inscrutable-shadow @whumpbees @painful-pooch

[2000sfm]

hypothetically… do you have a most wanted existing reboot and/or character to be taken up 👀

oh  i  actually  love  this  question  !!!  some  roles  we  would  love  to  be  taken  up  in  each  reboot  are  under  the  cut  as  the  list  is  so  long.  

the  vampire  diaries  :  jenna  sommers,  jeremy  gilbert,  all  of  the  mikaelsons,  vicki  donovan,  tyler  lockwood,  lexi  branson

the  oc  :  marissa  cooper,  seth  cohen,  sandy  cohen,  kirsten  cohen,  anna  stern,  julie  cooper,  taylor  townsend,  kaitlin  cooper.

one  tree  hill  :  lucas  scott,  brooke  davis,  keith  scott,  deb  scott,  dan  scott,  peyton  sawyer,  jake  jagielski,  mouth  mcfadden,  rachel  gatina,  karen  roe,  chris  keller,  skills  taylor

gossip  girl  :  jenny  humphrey,  lily  van  der  woodsen,  rufus  humphrey,  eric  van  der  woodsen,  vanessa  abrams,  ivy  dickens,  carter  baizen

sons  of  anarchy  :  opie  winston,  donna  winston,  tara  knowles,  juice  ortiz,  chibs  telford,  trig  trager,  happy,  half-sack  epps,  wendy  case,  bobby  munson

gilmore  girls  :  rory  gilmore,  jess  mariano,  luke  danes,  tristan  dugray,  logan  huntzberger,  sookie  st.  james,  lane  kim,  paris  geller,  dean  forester

true  blood  :  lafayette  reynolds,  eric  northman,  jessica  hamby,  bill  compton,  tara  thorton,  jason  stackhouse,  alcide  herveaux,  sam  merlotte

the  office  :  dwight  schrute,  michael  scott,  jim  halpert,  erin  hannon,  andy  bernard,  oscar  martinez,  karen  filippelli

buffy  the  vampire  slayer  :  angel,  spike,  willow  rosenberg,  faith,  xander  harris,  drusilla,  dawn  summers,  cordelia  chase,  riley  flynn,  tara  maclay

pretty  little  liars  :  emily  fields,  maya  st.  germain,  spencer  hastings,  hanna  marin,  kate  randall,  alison  dilaurentis,  jason  dilaurentis,  mike  montgomery

high  school  musical  :  ryan  evans,  kelsi  nielson,  gabriella  montez,  coach  bolton,  ms.  darbus,  martha  cox

freaky  friday  :  stacey  hinkhouse,  peg,  ryan,  maddie

jennifers  body  :  chip  dove,  colin  gray,  nikolai  wolf,  toni  lesnicky

twilight  :  rosalie  hale,  jessica  stanley,  edward  cullen,  bella  swan,  esme  cullen,  carlisle  cullen,  jacob  black,  jane,  aro,  caius,  angela  webber,  mike  newton,  eric  yorkie,  leah  clearwater,  emily  young,  sam  uley,  james,  laurent,  victoria,  bree  tanner

resident  evil  :  albert  wesker,  jill  valentine,  leon  s.  kennedy,  chris  redfield,  barry  burton,  ada  wong,  billy  coen,  rebecca  chambers,  ashley  graham,  carlos  oliveira

the  devil  wears  prada  :  andrea  sachs,  nigel,  emily  charlton,  christian  thompson,  james  holt,  nate

almost  famous  :  russell  hammond,  william  miller,  dennis  hope,  polexia  aphrodisia,  anita  miller

scream  :  gale  weathers,  dewey  riley,  tatum  riley,  billy  loomis,  stu  macher,  randy  meeks,  casey  becker,  cotton  weary

[miracles-and-butterflies]

How'd Mariano react to the new plan? I can't imagine him taking it well

Isabela didn’t tell Mariano (or anyone for that matter) about what happened after he left, so… part of him thinks Isabela is over exaggerating or is still just speaking on emotion and doesn’t mean what she is saying.

They are interrupted by the presence of Señor Osvaldo Ortiz, who is bringing supplies for the engagement party that Alma is planning. This is the first Isabela and Mariano are hearing of this, but they can’t do anything about it. Mariano goes to complain to his grandmother, come up with some excuse to push the date back.

Isabela picks one of the boxes up, but plays the “I’m such a helpless young lady, you’re a big strong man, will you help me?” card to lure Osvaldo into Casita. He eagerly agrees to help. Disgusted by him, it only encourages her to test her new powers and dispose of him quicker than Dolores.

Mariano returns and… yeah. He doesn’t take it well.

[inscrutable-shadow]

Augusnippets Day 24 - Path of Whumperless Whump - Land Mine

mil au again hee hee

rex engelhart @cyberwhumper vic montez @bxtterflystxtches mariano ortiz and bastian miranda @crash-bump-bring-the-whump cal bjornson @write-kin

"Okayyy. Engelhart? I need you to stay very still for me. Very, very still."

"Still" had probably been a challenge for Rex before the chrome, now, with all the work they'd done to get him pacing instead of punching when he was agitated, it was like asking a dog with a bone not to wag its tail. Still, lights darkened on the chrome as nonessential systems were powered down, out of use.

"You should run, doc." They'd both heard the click as the landmine armed itself. Rex was heavy, no way they could switch out the weight like Indiana Jones, as if that could ever work on a pressure-activated explosive.

One thing about Thanatos, though, was that he never gave up. "No. Bjornson, get me Montez now. We've got a mine."

Cal's voice filtered through his earpiece. "No good, he's dark on comms. I'll keep trying to raise him."

Shit. If Vic was dark, he might have run into the same problem. He and Mariano were on the other side of the outpost running final checks. This area was supposed to be safe, the war mages had already cleared it, Thanatos was only here providing secondary support and aid to any remaining civilians, as someone with field training and who wouldn't be expected to do any fighting when paired with Rex. Thanatos thought that "lack of manpower" was an excuse to put him in harm's way, but who was he to dispute the general's orders? "And Miranda? Does he have a read on Ortiz?"

Bastian cut in. "No bad feelings, but no comms either. They might have found a deadzone. Hold tight, you two. I'm scrambling backup." His voice was as confident and sure as ever, but there was no way that wasn't a front.

Fuck. He just needed to think. There had to be a way to get out of here. They didn't know how many other active mines could be around, and no matter how light-footed Thanatos was, he wouldn't fool one. He just needed a solution, a way to get them both out of there unharmed—

"Don't worry, doc. I won't let you get hurt," said Rex, the lights on his cybernetics flaring to life again.

"Rex, what are you—"

A huge metal frame wrapped around Thanatos, shielding him from the force of the explosion that knocked them both to the ground and made his ears ring and light flash behind his eyes. He curled himself into a ball in Engelhart's arms, the way he always did when something went wrong. When his vision cleared and his ears stopped ringing, he lifted his head. "Rex?"

It took a moment, but he was answered with a cough. "Ow." Thank the gods. Engelhart was a fucking tank. Now just to do that however many more times it took to get back. Thanatos wasn't looking forward to it.