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radiantcircle-if · 5 months ago

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The Radiant Circle

The Radiant Circle is a work-in-progress contemporary fantasy interactive novel with elemental magic, a heavy hand of romance, and a salt-sprinkle of mystery. The story is rated 18+ and may contain triggering content for some.

↪ introduction (updated 7/22/24) ⟢ demo (upcoming fall/winter)

You were born without any magic into a long lineage of sorcerers who serve the Night Circle—a division of the Radiant Circle, the central governing body that maintains order among sorcerers. Even now when you live outside of the magical community, you’re still required to report to the local leadership about the magic you still don’t have.

Of course, only after having accepted a life without magic, you awaken a latent magical power too great to be yours. Myths speak of such a sorcerer, a Resonant Soul capable of mastering all four elements, reincarnated throughout history to bring balance to the magic community. So little is truly known, but that can’t be you.

But what if it is?

Thankfully, as an investigative journalist, what you do best is hunt for the truth. To unravel the secrets of your soul, you’re forced back into the world of sorcery to navigate ancient rivalries and contend with those who may fear your newfound power and seek to bury it for good.

Because while most didn't believe the myths to be true, others have been preparing for your return. Most of all? You four souls bonded to yours for eternity.

Play as the main character ⟢

Choose your name, appearance, gender, and sexuality.

Develop your personality as a harmonizer or disruptor—will you bring unity or will you bring destruction?

Gain mastery over elemental magic as the Resonant Soul—how much mastery in each element is up to you.

Travel the world while earning or losing influence through your decisions—will your reputation precede you or will you remain unknown?

Five romance options ⟢

Two pansexual men, one lesbian, and two gender-selectable romance options... and a hidden sixth romance option... with the potential for more to unlock later.

Four soulmates who will be revealed over the course of the story—your bonds, whether platonic or romantic, are yours to develop.

And if you don’t like romance, you can improve your friendships instead.

Or if you’re a misanthrope, deteriorate all your relationships to your liking.

Good endings? Check. Bad endings? Also check.

You ✦ 26-year-old journalist from Seattle, USA (ℹ) Rejected by the magical community because your magic never awakened, you once sought to understand why before later turning to a career of journalism to attempt to uncover truths that don’t have to do with magic. Your dissertation was titled “Unveiling the Hidden: A Comparative Study of Secret Societies and Their Influence on Modern Media." After landing your dream job as an investigative journalist, you're returning home to Seattle for your assignment.

⟡ tropes include main character (surprise! you're the main character), insider/outsider, the most wanted (because you are a…), person of mass destruction, (possible) living legend, (possible) lust object, (seemingly) cosmic plaything…

Arseau Nassiet ⟡ High Justicar 31-year-old water sorcerer (he/him) from Seattle, USA (ℹ) A talented water sorcerer, your older brother Arseau is well loved within the Night Circle's upper echelons, but he'd never brag about it. He has been away from home for over a decade, raising ranks within the circle alongside his best friend. He coordinates his visit home with yours during the holidays so he can see his favorite younger sibling (never mind that he has only one sibling—you).

⟡ tropes include protective older brother, brainless beauty (yeah, he's a himbo), the caregiver/caretaker, the confidant (if you want), the informant, nice guy (someone has to keep the peace between the Pico brothers), the reliable one...

César Pico (RO) ⟡ Archumbricar 31-year-old earth sorcerer (he/him) from Tijuana, MX (ℹ) One of the highest ranking earth sorcerers in the world, César is seen as the unofficial heir of the current Night Luminary—and he takes the role seriously. As your brother's best friend, he has been a permanent fixture in your life as far as you remember—another persistent reminder of the magic that has remained inaccessible to you and the community that left you behind. He's at least an attractive reminder, even if it's unfortunate that his rare smirk proves that he knows it.

⟡ tropes include the hero, the cold & brooding heir, older brother's best friend/forbidden love, age gap, opposites attract, danger deadpan, glory hound, tall dark & handsome (obviously) ⟡ solo-route (with a possible rivalry with his brother), borderline enemies to lovers, (possible first love), forced proximity, maybe the slowest burn

Rafa Pico (RO) ⟡ High Justicar 27-year-old fire sorcerer (he/him) from Tijuana, MX (ℹ) The younger brother of César....and also his left hand man even though he doesn't take his position within the Night Circle very seriously. He doesn't take anything very seriously except his freedom. Especially his freedom to flirt his way into anyone's good graces.

⟡ tropes include the explorer, the charming playboy, childhood/long time friend, (his) unrequited crush (on you), the (horny) bard, speed demon, hell seeker, elegant classical musician... ⟡ solo-route (with a possible rivalry with his brother), friends to lovers but he never really saw you as a friend, forced proximity, slow burn

Gazi Gharib (RO) ⟡ Photojournalist 28-year-old (she/her or he/him) from New York City, USA (ℹ) Your roommate and best friend ever since you moved to NYC, they're always ready to help you investigate something new and dangerous.

⟡ tropes include the innocent, the best friend, the encouraging charmer, the serial romeo, the casanova, agent mulder (the believer), empathetic communicator, spirited competitor, the klutz ⟡ solo-route or poly-route with Deniz, besties to lovers (and you can start at the lover bit if you'd like cause this one is a...), faaaaaast burn

Deniz Yılmaz (RO) ⟡ Private Investigator 26-year-old (he/him or she/her) from Istanbul, TR (ℹ) Your next-door-neighbor and childhood best friend. You haven't kept in close contact, but they're the first person you think of seeing when you visit home.

⟡ tropes include the jester, agent scully (the skeptic), street-smart investigator, hardboiled detective, erudite stoner, literal-minded/snark knight combo, childhood friends, loyal supporter, gadgeteer genius ⟡ solo-route or poly-route with Gazi, childhood friends (or was it more?) to lovers, (possible second chance romance...), somewhere between slow and fast burn

Dr. Noel Sung (RO) ⟡ Journalist 41-year-old (she/her) from London, UK (ℹ) Your graduate school mentor who you credit for preparing you to land a job at The New York Times as prestigious as it is. She's now your direct supervisor, and she has quite the assignment for you.

⟡ tropes include the magician, high-powered career woman, absent-minded professor(/former forbidden love?), age gap, charismatic intellectual, intuitive leader, pragmatic idealist, deadpan snarker, determinator, shrinking violet, (your possible unrequited crush on her goes here)… ⟡ solo-route, workplace romance (technically; she's your boss now), slow burn

An ancient, hidden society of sorcerers ⟢

The Radiant Circle is the central governing body that maintains harmony and order among sorcerers, as well as keep their community secret. It was originally formed and led by the Resonant Soul (called the High Guardian—this is you) and the most powerful elemental sorcerers of the time (called the Founding Guardians—these are the four souls bonded to you) as an alliance of sorcerers from across the New Kingdom of Egypt.

After its formation, the magical community grew, and eventually, the Radiant Circle was divided into four smaller regional circles called the Ephemeral Circles: the Night Circle (you know the most about this one), the Dawn Circle, the Day Circle, and the Dusk Circle. These four circles, also called luminariates, are the main governing bodies of the current world of sorcery. Every known family of sorcerers lives under the eye of the Radiant Circle and one of the four Ephemeral Circles.

Only the Resonant Soul can be the High Guardian of the Radiant Circle. Only the four souls bonded with Resonant Soul can be the Founding Guardians. During periods where the Resonant Soul or the Guardians aren’t alive, these positions are left vacant and the Ephemeral Circles meet as the Radiant Council annually instead. Unfortunately, it's been so long since there has been a Resonant Soul that there aren't many people left who remember who sits at the top of the hierarchy.

You live as a Threshold—an uninitiated sorcerer, typically a child who can't use magic yet—within the luminariate called the Night Circle. You sit at the bottom of the hierarchy, but every other sorcerer you know? César is an Archumbricar, the right hand of the Night Luminary and leader of the Night Circle. Arseau and Rafa are César's High Justicars, his right and left hands. Your dads even play a role, advising the Luminary from their position in the Night Weave.

A single soul that can control all four elements, reincarnated once again—you ⟢

Before you became the Resonant Soul, you were a child born without magic to two prominent sorcerers sometime before recorded human history begins. Back then, it was common to put the child of every sorcerer through a resonance ritual, even children of sorcerers born without magic who always died in the process. But where there's a will, there's a way, and someone really wanted you to live and created circumstances that bound your souls together—one into endless reincarnation and the other into endless immortality.

You meet the four original Guardians over the course of hundreds of years. Your bonds are unique and have chained the fate of their souls with yours so that they are reincarnated in an endless cycle by your side. Even so, you've lived more lives without them than with them, lived more lives without magic than with it. Almost as if you're fighting a losing battle against knowing your true soul.

Only the Resonant Soul can resonate with all four types of elemental magic, but your magic remains locked away until you regain your memories (how're you supposed to regain memories you don't remember you need to regain? then again, how safe would it be to give you all that power and no recollection of all the mistakes you've made?). The Guardians are known for their extraordinary abilities in one element; their magic isn't sealed away, only their memories (which still isn't convenient—how are you supposed to know who they are if they don't know who they are?).

⟢ retweets & asks are welcome! there is no better writing motivation ♡

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helluva-bored-critical · 1 month ago

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A Quick Review Of Helluva Shorts #4: Chupacabras

Hey everyone, helluva bored critical here to give a review of the newest HB short; CHUPACABRAS. I'll do my best to cover the plot, the goods and the bads, and to give my two cents.

First off, the composition of the title card is a bit awkward; the flashy text of "CHUPACABRAS" reminiscent of Mexican culture clash with the duller tones of the background, making it less appealing. If a different screencap was chosen, such as this:

I think the text would've fit better.

However, the plot premise is pretty good, let me talk about that if you haven't seen it yet; I.M.P. head out to kill a client, but they're surrounded by a hoard of goats and they try to clear 'em out. The client, Gerardo, wakes due to the ruckus, and Blitz is captured and mistaken for a chupacabra.

Note: the folklore of the chupacabra originates from Puerto Rico, though sightings of it have spread to Mexico and other parts of Latin America. Mexicans do know about chupacabra, but it's commonly misinterpreted as being of Mexican origin.

In Mexico, if I'm not mistaken, the chupacabra looks similar to a mangy coyote. Blitz is wearing more goat-like rags, which isn't entirely accurate.

Anyways, Gerardo has taken Blitz's gun and crystal, so he's unable to break out of his sitch.

The D.H.O.R.K.S., getting word of a "chupacabra" in Tijuana, head to Gerardo's display, where he's chargin' 100 pesos per view. The agent duo gets into a funny squabble about payment, and the tiny black goat that you see in the image above, meanwhile, heads over to Blitz. Blitz bribes it with a nice slice of cheese to help him out.

Gerardo is close to shooting up the D.H.O.R.K.S with Blitz's gun, but since it's demonic, it burns his hand and leads to an improbably catastrophe bullet ricochet that kills him.

The goat retrieves Blitz's crystal; Blitz and the D.H.O.R.K.S. make a hasty escape, and the episode ends with the small goat beginning its Cult of the Lamb arc :).

What was good:

Moxxie and Blitz's interaction at the beginning is a good joke, it got a chuckle out of me:

"I want to say these are Earth goats, sir." "I don't care how great they are, they are In. My. Way!"

The Hispanic voice actors did an awesome job.

The music is energetic and fun.

D.H.O.R.K.S. and Gerardo's interaction is well-executed, it was my favorite joke of the short.

Blitz's escape is well-animated and he looks like a rascal.

Background jokes, such as Agent #1's badge saying "Insert Text Here".

The art of the final shot, where the goat is ruling over its disciples in a candle-lit shed, has great composition and lighting. Whichever artists created this shot, you executed it damn well.

Along with this, the shot of Gerardo's house is beautiful.

The beginning frenzy was entertaining. I liked the shot of Blitz shooting like a madman:

What could've improved:

Millie had no lines in this short, despite being present in it. I wish she did; being a farm girl, she could've had some quick commentary 'bout the place or interact with Moxxie a bit.

Blitz's swearing in this short can drag on a bit. He's a crude imp, but some of the jokes just got the punchline of a swear. They could be crafted better.

As mentioned in the beginning, the title card could use some work.

Also mentioned, how the chupacabra is represented isn't accurate. I'm no expert though; if you're reading this and wanna counter me, I'm alright with that.

Other comments/opinions:

The pesos ain't exactly accurate, but they get the main idea across.

I ain't a fan of HB humor to be honest, but I won't fault you if you like it.

I.M.P. missions are starting to get restricted to shorts, which I'm not a particular fan of either. The show was originally advertised as a hitman dark comedy, but its main plot has changed to something that I can no longer be invested in.

I appreciate the background team and the music composer, Alexander Arntzen. I'm a big sucker for art.

Overall rating: 6/10 or 7/10. Nothing too spectacular, but it's pretty cool! Let me know what you thought of the short in the comments.

#helluva boss #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism

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luv4georgie · 6 months ago

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101 dalmatians.

unknown!Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

in which here are a few special moments between young married couple, Oscar Piastri, Y/n Y/l/n and their dogs, Pongo and Perdita.

prompt list

warnings: fluff!!!

walkies. 1 (Pongo POV)

i lived in an old flat in London with my pet, Oscar. although Oscar was Australian we lived in London, he wanted to live here because he thought it was more ‘calming’ and it could be better to pursue his music. Oscar loves playing instruments and singing and writing songs. he wrote songs and lyrics about romance which he new absolutely nothing about. he was a rather handsome man in my case. i just don’t know why he couldn’t find such an attractive mate.

it was 11:00am and Oscar was playing away at the keys on his piano. by the look on poor Oscar’s face, it wasn’t going too well. i was laying on the couch near the window, my head slightly sticking out of it. my eyes wandered as i looked for a lovely young dog with a pet to soothe mine’s loneliness.

my eyes followed a small pug with her head stuck up, her pet looked the exact same. a too short couple, i thought but no, not for Oscar. next i saw a rather fancy breed, a poodle with her head held high, a beautiful trim and a pink bow sat on the neatly kept curls on her head, her pet looked unusually the same as well, nope not Oscar’s type. an old Shih Tzu with her pet, an extremely young Labrador with an extremely young pet. it was a problem, a real problem. but then�� well! i do say. the most beautiful creature on four legs. a Dalmatian, just like me. now if only the girl… well! she’s very lovely too!

they were heading for Regent’s park, a perfect meeting place. oh… but Oscar never stops work until after 5, it’ll be to late. but what if… i took my snout and moved the hand over to 5:15. perfect! i barked until Oscar noticed me. i took my red leash in-between my teeth and barked once more. Oscar looked at me, then the clock, then at his watch. he stretched and groaned “after five already?” he asked himself. he changed the time on his watch and stood up. “well then Pongo boy, we best get going” he clasped my leash onto my collar and we were off.

i practically dragged Oscar down the stairs and out the door. i strode down the paths of Regents park, passing multiple dogs i had seen before. i was starting to lose hope. but then i found them. sitting on a bench in-front of a pond. i strode down the path in-front of the woman and her dog. the girl looked up at us a few times. Oscar sat on the grass. i needed to stir up some sort of attention. i took Oscar’s hat off of his head and placed it on the seat next to the pair. and for some odd reason, they left! i tried to follow but Oscar clipped the leash onto my collar. but u still dragged him away. ah-ha! there they were, once Oscar was on his feet, i wrapped my leash around the woman’s legs. they both fell in the water, but, they laughed, and that’s when i knew. they loved each-other and i loved Perdie.

Cruella De-Vil. 2 (Y/n POV)

i was sat on mine and Oscar’s shared couch. me and him were married for about 6 months now. Nanny, our house-keeper brought out our tea and some muffins. “thank you Nanny. Oscar dear! tea-time!” i shouted up to Oscar who was practicing the melody for his new song. it was a rather nice melody, but it just needed some lyrics. Oscar came down and danced around with Pongo, humming his song. my hand covered my mouth as i laughed. then we heard an all-familiar honk of a car. Cruella. Cruella and i went to school together, years ago but we were still friends.

it looked as though Oscar’s ears pricked up at the sound. “oh that must be Cruella. your dearly devoted old friend” Oscar smirked narrowing his eyes at me. he new how much of a self-obsessed person Cruella was. they despised eachother. “Cruella De-Vil. that’s it!” Oscar said again. my eyebrows bunched together. “Cruella De-Vil… Cruella De-Vil… if she doesn’t scare you” he started singing. jumping in-front of me as i headed for the window to see if it was really her. “no evil thing will!” he sung. “oh Oscar!” i said as i swatted his chest playfully. “to see her is to take a sudden… chill!” he carried on. as he sung i felt a finger run up my back and i shouted in surprise. “Cruella, Cruella De-Vil” he stopped, sneaking up to the attic to where he was practicing.

“let her in Nanny!” i shouted as Oscar played the melody loudly. before Nanny could open the door Cruella barged in and walked hurriedly to the living room. “Y/n darling!” she practically screamed. “hello Cruella” she wondered around the first floor of the small house. “where are they? for heaven’s sake where are they?” she shouted repeatedly. “who Cruella?” “the puppies of-course” “they’ll be at-least 3 weeks” i giggled. “would you like some tea?” i asked. “no darling! i’ve got to run! just tell me as soon as the puppies are here!” she boomed with her loud voice as she took off out the door. “goodbye” i said. i flopped down on the couch with a loud sigh. Oscar came down singing again. “you’re no help” i said as i pushed him out of my face, taking me with him.

Oscar spun me around as we danced to his song. we laughed and danced. then we just looked into each-other’s eyes as Pongo barked and jumped around with us. we backed up against a wall and Oscar snuggled his face into my cheek and kissed it. we giggled. “oh you really are an idiot” i chuckled. “i love you” he whispered. “i love you too” then we just stayed there for a few moments, smiling at each-other.

should i do a part 2??? thanks for reading and sorry it’s so short!!! ❤️❤️❤️

#Spotify #f1 #f1 x reader imagines #lando norris #lando norris fluff #lando norris x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #nolan hansen #cl16 #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #landoscar x reader #101 dalmatians

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str3ss-b3rry · 1 month ago

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ask sally! (and mr. teddy) :D

(asks: open!) other crp characters are open too, but majority of these are focused on sally. mainly because she’s easy to draw, and because she’s actually my daughter

rules:

just please don’t ask weird/inappropriate questions, sally is canonically 8-12! and mr. teddy,, well, he’s just mr. teddy.

small disclaimer:

i am not the creator of sally william’s character! sally belongs to La-Mishi-Mish on deviant art (i, personally, do not encourage nor agree with the things La-Mishi-Mish have stated in the past, and will not be engaging in their pairings of sally and other creepypastas due to sally’s canonical age). these are just my interpretations and headcanons of the character, and i apologize to anyone who disagrees with them.

i’m sorry if i’m slow to answer, it might take me some time!

i don’t think i’ve eaten any actual food except for water for the past 3-4 days, but man am i pumping out artworks like crazy,, (cool ambiance music below)

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 3 months ago

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tuesday again 8/27/2024

every fucking time i step outside the apartment i get smacked in the face with a wet blanket of heat and humidity. this is my second summer in the swamp WHY am i so startled every single time

listening

both off my spotify recommended list: 2 Mello's dead leaves, a funky little instrumental that sounds like driving somewhere with fitful AC when it is so hot the leaves are dropping off the trees.

TV Girl's Taking What's Not Yours is not a song i wholeheartedly enjoy, but the sample of Nixon saying "I am not a crook!" has been stuck in my head all week. and stickiness in the head is the main criteria for a tuesdaysong. i don't know anything about this band but my brother said "you WOULD be the typical TV Girl listener". so that information is now available to everyone.

indie pop with indie frontman voice (get well soon). actually. no. this singer reminds me of shelby the worm from adventure time. plus distinct funk overtones. 70% of the song by volume is a hip-hop-ified sample of an anti-pirating PSA. i think i would probably like this when i am less depressed.

reading

really great breakdown of what the fuck is happening with Telegram and why conservatives are so riled up about it.

The quick version of how Telegram became a part of the culture war goes something like this. In April, Uri Berliner, who was then a senior business editor at NPR, alleged a widespread culture of woke at NPR in Bari Weiss’s The Free Press. This led to weeks of discussion about NPR on Twitter and in the right-wing blogosphere. During this saga, several right-wing bloggers attacked NPR’s current CEO and President Katherine Maher, who was previously the CEO of the Wikimedia Foundation, an organization that has been repeatedly attacked by conservatives, Elon Musk, etc. for allegedly having a liberal bias. Maher is also a member of the Signal Foundation’s board of directors.

this fascinated me as an engineering/infrastructure disaster in process. thanks longreads

Nearly wherever you look, border politics in the United States is animated by a persistent myth: that with enough money and willpower, you could eventually seal off the countries from one another, like apartments that share a 1,954-mile wall. One way to describe decades of militarization on the border is that it serves to make Mexico invisible to residents of the United States. The same might be said of cross-border industrial development: porous to money and airplane parts, hardened to everything else. Straddling one of the busiest land crossings in the world, the Tijuana River offers a stubborn rebuttal, a reminder that both sides of the border constitute a single place. Once the poop is in the water, no amount of barbed wire can get it out.

watching

i have watched about a movie a day this week and nothing has like. hit.

The Sisters Brothers (2018, dir. Audiard) was simply not the vibe i was looking for. somewhere between coen brothers and peckinpah. not that i am expecting all movies to have an easily portable moral message delivered to me fortune-cookie style in a silent-film dialogue screen right before the credits play, but what was this About. what was the Story being conveyed to me. this was like an episode of the twilight zone where rod serling goes "damn well that was fucked up" except i went in expecting like. a drama. it's a beautiful movie with great acting except they forgot to put a feature-length-movie plot in it.

youtube

Omega Doom (1996, dir. Pyun) is such a strange thing. a cyber-Yojimbo with Rutger Hauer. takes place almost completely within one blasted, snowy little town plaza. Rutger Hauer got "shot in the program" during the great human/robot war and it turned him good.

i think it was marketed very poorly, bc it is NOT an epic science fiction thriller. it was made for about five dollars and is a very talky, meandering, weird little cyber-western. as is the case for all movies with female robots, a lot of weird anxieties about women. i think it would have been way more interesting with a completely genderflipped cast? like push that concept all the way! watching mr hauer mow down a lot of fembots was not the most pleasant experience for me as an alleged woman.

not as good as A Fistful of Dollars but compels me more.

playing

hello this is very important. the fallout classic collection will be free on epic starting thursday. thank you for your time.

new major genshin patch this week so i will not shut up about that for a bit. as of time of drafting this i am down to TWENTY SEVEN map markers and fully half of them are card game opponents i haven't beaten.

youtube

i want to be a point and click adventure game girl so bad but i am afraid i do not have the point and click adventure game temperament. i am having fun with The Silent Age, a little postapoc thing with a time travel mechanic, but only through heavy reference to a walkthrough. this was free on epic last march and i kind of get why? it was published in 2012, wasn't part of a series and didn't have ongoing monetization, and reviewed well but doesn't have a ton of replayability. probably a great windfall for the studio of like $10k, im curious how many people actually downloaded it during its free week. the kind of self-contained game i personally am glad exists in the world but don't want to pay money for.

some good graph humor.

some good osha humor.

making

i love to acquire a container. this tiny little pearlescent blue avon bath oil holder (i thought was a vase in texas thrift but that explains why it was horrifyingly sticky) now holds my double pointed needles and other knitting bits and bobs so they're not buried at the bottom of the vase with the regular needles

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Youtube

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hero-israel · 1 year ago

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But how can you just tell Palestinians to move south. Israel is committing war crimes by denying water to civilians, it’s collective punishment and they don’t want Gaza to exist. What on earth is Hamas going to do with water other than drink it, how can you defend this position, how is Israel at all heroic. All you can say is for Palestinians to get over the past and fight Hamas, but how? Half of Palestine are children and there are few resources. You can’t just offer some weak critiques of Netanyahu; the right wing Israel political machine is still Israel; you can’t separate some ideals from what is happening now.

"Weak critique", seriously? I have repeatedly said that the Babi Yar, Rwandan Genocide style atrocity inflicted against Israel was made possible by the dysfunctional government Bibi built to legalize his own crimes and that tore society and military readiness apart as a side effect. Hamas would ALWAYS have done it, I've known they are genocidal fascists for quite some time, it is the job of the Israeli govt to watch Gaza and they didn't. How is literally "You made this possible" weak?

Israel re-allowed water as of 2 days ago and is now re-allowing food.

Palestinians are horribly oppressed by Hamas, if they tried to rise up against Hamas they would surely be killed on the spot, and I am not so far out as to say "these are the brutes who they support so bomb them all." But if I don't want the civilians bombed, and you don't even want them moved so they dodge the bombs aimed at facilities, then what is there left for Israel to do at all? How do you imagine a country of Jews, shaped in memory of historic persecutions and genocides - many of them by Arab and Muslim regimes that oppressed and massacred them for 1,000+ years - ought to respond to having the very worst of those events re-staged in their own homes, against their children, their grandparents, the helpless? If any possible action in Gaza is "collective punishment," is Hamas simply to be left unscathed? What would stop them from doing it again, plus a dozen copycats? What do you want, and what country do you imagine would meet your wishes?

There is no government in the world - in the history of the world - that would tolerate a Hamas on their border after what it just did to them. If a Mexican drug cartel seized control of Tijuana and said it was going to "liberate California" in the name of all the Hispanic Catholics who are TRULY indigenous to California instead of White Protestant colonizers, occasionally firing missiles at random into the U.S., then snuck in a death squad and raped and butchered 40,000 people in their homes (and that's the count, adjusted for population), what do you think America would do to Tijuana?

This is why I said previously - as terrible as a full military commitment absolutely would be, "alright, well, don't do that again you meanies!" very well could be worse. People need to deeply and honestly confront whether any retaliation for crimes against humanity is allowable, or whether we are in a perverse mirror image of Florida's "Stand Your Ground" gun law, where the man standing atop a corpse said "he scared me!" and gets away with it. In this case, violence is so forbidden that whoever commits a violent crime first wins.

#israel #palestine #jumblr

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cherrychapstick54 · 17 days ago

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Amnesia Was Her Name

Series

Chapter One: Goat Boy

- Tommy wakes up with a throbbing pain in his head and a lack of memory of what caused it. Luckily, a friend is there to help. -

Chapter Two: Crater

- Helping Tubbo clean up L’manhole is easier said than done, especially when you keep forgetting shit. -

Chapter Three: Tomato Farm 🔪

- Tommy decides to pick up a new hobby, but finds himself washed away in the process. -

Chapter Four: A Second Chance 🔪

- Tommy wakes up on a frozen beach after… shit, he can’t remember. Oh well, maybe this stranger who appears to know him will help! -

Chapter Five: Meetings

- Tommy’s body is stuck in the realm of the gods and XD is NOT happy about it. -

Chapter Six: North 🔪

- Tommy finally goes home, but meets someone new along the way. She’s nice and all, but…she’s also kinda a bitch… -

Chapter Seven: How to Sex—Totally Not a Suspicious Name

- Tommy has the great idea of making a diary to help with his memory! Shenanigans ensue. -

Chapter Eight: How to Sex

- Tommy’s first personal note to himself. -

Chapter Nine: A (Platonic) Marriage

- Tommy doesn’t want to do anything, but Amnesia won’t let him sulk. -

Chapter Ten: How to Sex: Entry #2

- Tommy writes in an attempt to cope with his problems. -

Chapter 11: Pay Back 🔪

- Tommy wakes up to a brutal beating; it’s a shame what’s given up to make it stop. -

Chapter 12: How to Sex: Where Did He Go?

- Drista gets curious and writes her own entry in Tommy’s diary. -

Chapter 13: Ghosting 🔪

- Dream teaches Tommy a lesson or two, including the ground rules for his new home. -

Chapter 14: Hook, Line, Sinker 🔪

- Tommy struggles to feel peaceful despite the calm, and Drista argues with her brother until they both come to an agreement. -

Chapter 15: Prey Must Adapt If It Wants To Survive A Predator

- Maybe exile isn’t all that bad, and who the hell is that? -

Chapter 16: Christmas Brings Everyone Together

- A lot of things can happen at Christmas. For Tommy, he was scared of what could happen. Luckily, Phil is there to help him. Only issue, who the hell is Phil?? -

Chapter 17: How to Sex: Entry #4?

- Tommy doesn’t know what to think about his old friend, but he does know that he misses Amnesia. -

Chapter 18: Happy Christmas?

- Phil reminisces on what used to be, and hopes for what could be. -

Chapter 19: Buenas Noches Prostituta

- The struggles of having to keep control of a stray man who’s just trying to get back home to Tijuana. -

Chapter 20: How to Sex

- Maybe writing will help Tommy? -

Chapter 21: We Are All Just Prisoners Here Of Our Own Device 🔪

- Tommy can’t remember what the holiday is called, but it’s the season of mercy! No, wait…season of giving! That’s what it is. -

Chapter 22: Living It Up At The Hotel California 🔪

- Tommy struggles to realize what’s real and not real. Luckily, Dream is there to help! -

Chapter 23: Such a Lovely Place, Such a Lovely Face 🔪

- Hallucinations are a bitch. -

Chapter 24: How to Sex

Chapter 25: The Edge 🔪

- Tommy tries to find a solution to his issues, and succeeds. -

Chapter 26 (Alternate Ending): You Can Check Out Anytime You’d Like, But You Can Never Leave 🔪

- Alternate ending from chapter 25. -

Epilogue (Alternate Ending pt.2): Man Am I The Greatest 🔪

- Epilogue for chapter 26. -

- Divider credits to @issysh3ll -

#dsmp #tommyinnit #cherry-ns #cherry-sfw #dsmp fanfic #dsmpblr #dsmp tommy #dsmp angst #dream smp #AWHN

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cositapreciosa · 2 years ago

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If you’re taking request : El mayo fluff, meeting at Dina’s wedding? Or being pregnant during the whole war? Loooved Safehouse!!

Como La Flor

Ismael 'El Mayo' Zambada x female!reader (mention of wearing heels, being called a lady), 2909 words

mention of alcohol, you like red wine in this one, the usual for the show

a/n : why is Alberto Guerra such a babe. Is this named after the episode? yes. Am I the biggest Selena fan ever? yes.

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

You are not sure how you ended up at Dina Arellano’s wedding out of all people. You did keep up with her over the years, a coffee here and there, dinner nights at your place when she was in town, being invited for a drink or two at Roxanne’s every time you were back in Tijuana. Before you moved away, you had appreciated the friendship she gave you, and you enjoyed giving yours just as much, but as the months went on and as you started to notice the guns tucked in everyone’s waistbands and the unusually large funds on her credit card, you just decided to take a step back, but so did your trips up north.

That is why receiving the wedding invitation at your door had been a surprise in the beginning, you haven’t been to Tijuana in months. It was a pleasant one, but one you felt might have been out of nostalgia and for old friendship’s sake.

Coming back to Tijuana had been a hard choice at first, feeling like a defeat, having to tell everyone it just didn’t work out down south. And after many sorry looks and probing questions you didn’t feel like answering, Dina’s way of seeing it had been a breath of fresh air. Maybe you are just coming back to rest a bit, hmm? When you feel like moving again you can still do it. Nothing is stopping you. That day, with your hands around a warm coffee cup, sobbing in her kitchen, you remembered why you two fit so well together. Now you have no reason not to show up to my wedding, she laughs, it makes you too.

You were grateful every time she forced you to come along with her on all the wedding shopping, even if you felt your presence was unnecessary, outdated. It didn’t matter to her, she told you many times, that you needed to be out and about, live a little, enjoy the company. She was right, and as the day grew close and you got to know Carlos better, you realized you didn’t feel as out of place as you thought you were at first. The thirteenth sibling everyone had missed so much.

The food was generous and the many glasses of wine you already had even more, which is probably why you couldn’t say no to her every time she grabbed your hand and pulled you to the dance floor. The chandeliers shining sparkles of lights all around you.

Everything was starting to feel a bit overwhelming. The noise, the music, being pushed around, front and back, having to say hi to everyone after so many years. Why didn’t it work out? Was Tijuana not enough for you? How are your parents? It ended up being too much for you when Dina’s mom cornered you, holding your hands softly between hers, voice trembling, telling you how much she had missed you, how everyone did.

You don’t remember when you had taken your shoes off on the way out, almost running to the door, your body begging for a cigarette and some fresh air. Still, you try not to drop the red soles, making the edges balance between your fingers and your glass of wine as you rummage through the inside pocket of your jacket for a smoke. They were a gift from Dina, one way too expensive for your own wallet, one she didn’t want you to refuse. A thank you gift, she had said, for being here for me tonight. The evening is colder than usual this time of year, but the breeze on your cheeks is a nice change compared to the hot air inside. Your fingers reach the bottom of your pockets. Where the fuck did I -

‘’ Are you going to beg me for one too? ‘’

It is a man leaning on the side of the building that spoke, a small smile tugging on his lips, cowboy hat raising with the movement of his eyebrows. You barely noticed he was there in the first place.

‘’ Pardon me? ‘’

‘’ A cigarette, I mean. ‘’

‘’ Ah. ‘’, a small laugh escapes you. You vaguely wave your free hand around your pockets, red wine dancing dangerously close to the rim as you do. ‘’ Those I have, they’re just in there somewhere. ‘’

His hand goes up, pointing to your glass with his cigar, smoke rushing down his face as he exhales,

‘’ You want me to hold that for you? ‘’

‘’ That would be lovely. ‘’

His eyes follow your movement as your fingers loosen and you let your shoes drop at your feet, presenting him your glass of wine. His gaze connects to your naked feet against the concrete, you can tell he doesn’t approve.

‘’ So, ‘’ you fish around in your jacket again, ‘’ Bride or groom? ‘’

Something like a grunt comes out of him, deep in the throat, a laugh maybe. He brings his cigar to his lips.

‘’ More on the bride’s brother’s side, you? ‘’

‘’ Just the bride, Dina’s an old friend. ‘’

He takes a deep drag, his chest puffing with the inhale. ‘’ I’ve been told you are more like a family member at this point. ‘’

You know word comes around fast in Tijuana, even more so at a Tijuanense wedding. Still, his words scratch a part of your brain that screams at you, showing you once again everything you know, everything you have been noticing for years now, but prefer to ignore.

‘’ I haven’t lived in Tijuana in years. I’m not invited for Christmas anymore if you’re wondering. ‘’

He doesn't answer back. Thank god. The silence stretches out for a while and your hands are reaching once again into your pockets. You can still hear the music inside, a loud, quick norteña you would barely be able to keep up with. You still can’t find your pack of cigarettes.

‘’ Does the offer still stand?"

His eyes slowly go back to yours, brown, gentle, tired. His head tilts to the side in a silent question. He is a man of few words. You can already tell.

‘’ A cigarette, I mean," you say. "I do have a lighter. I can’t find the pack, though."

A smile pulls at his lips this time, and you can feel the tension that was gnawing at you fade away a little. The skin of his hand meets the inside of his denim jacket. It’s something close to genuine, his smile, like he does find your answer humorous. His palm is warm when he presses the cold metal case in your hand. He points a finger your way again.

‘’ Let's make it two, and you don't use my lighter," he says.

You bring the case close to your chest, a small smile on your face. A peace offering maybe. You feel like a child negotiating for dessert, "Make it three, I use my light, and you can keep my glass of wine. We have a deal?"

His eyes squint, eyebrows almost meeting in the middle, you know your lie won’t work. You are surprised when he chuckles, half a smile, brushing his teeth with his tongue as he tuts.

‘’ Thought it was an open bar tonight."

‘’ No, it’s not. Not after eleven."

‘’ And what time is it now?"

You clear your throat as you pull the three cigarettes out of the case, quickly squeezing one between your lips.

‘’ Way past eleven. It’s too late now, you have to take the deal. ‘’

‘’ What if I don’t like red wine? ‘’

You bring your hand up, shielding the flame from the wind. As you exhale the first drag, you take a step back, leaning on one of the pillars orning the balcony. The smoke is warm on your face, prickling your eyes on the way up.

‘’ You don’t seem to me like the type of person that likes wine, no matter the color. Am I wrong? ‘’

He doesn’t retort back this time, but the smile is still there as he turns his attention back to the garden. You take this time to really look at him, how dark his eyes are, how there is not a single wrinkle on his blouse. You breathe in the smoke while he swings the liquid around in the glass. He is handsome, there is no doubt about that, with his mustache and his tailored pants. Maybe tonight doesn’t have to be as boring as you first made it out to be. Your eyes are lingering on his face, you don’t bother hiding it. They trace their way up and around the wrinkles beside his eyes until it reaches the curve of his cheek, tumbling down to graze his lips.

‘’ I don’t think I asked you for your name. ‘’

It is a question without being one, a statement that he will have to answer anyway. You feel bold tonight, something that barely happens anymore, but even with all this build-up of confidence, spilling over the edges, going down your throat with the nicotine, you still feel small when he is now the one analyzing you. His brown eyes are back on you, and you love how the wind catches in his curls, pushing them under his hat. He crushes his cigar with the heel of his foot, sparkles of hot ashes following the movement.

‘’ You can call me Ismael. ‘’

Ismael. You like it. It suits him, a soft name for a soft exterior. You can tell this calmness is only a facade. An ocean a wind away from becoming a storm.

‘’ And what do others get to call you then? ‘’

The ones I can see looking through the window. Keeping watch. He snorts, taking a sip of your wine, his face souring at the taste the second it meets his lips.

‘’ You are right, I don’t like wine at all. ‘’

You know pushing your question once more will get you nowhere, so you don’t ask again. Maybe Ismael will be the only thing you’ll get tonight. You do offer him your name instead, and he says it back to you, the letters rolling softly off his tongue. You stay silent for a moment after that, a moment spent looking back into his eyes, ears still ringing from the music inside.

‘’ Let me guess, ‘’ you propose, motioning to the untouched wine in the cup, ‘’ and if I win, I get-, what did you say you do for a living? ‘’

You’re fishing again. You can tell that he knows, you can tell he doesn’t care.

‘’ I got my own business. ‘’

‘’ Right, ‘’ you stretch the word out, softly fishing your glass of wine out of his hand. He lets you, ‘’ If I can guess your drink of choice, you owe me one peso, we got a deal? ‘’

You can tell you have his attention now, it’s the way his eyebrows raise and how his lips form a small smile across his cheek. He leans gently towards you, as if his next words were only meant between you and him.

‘’ If you can guess in one try, I’ll make it two pesos, but you’ll owe me a dance, deal? ‘’

You scoff, taking a sip from your glass. You swoosh it in your mouth a little. Left, right, swallow. It’s bold, you have to admit, but you can tell he is as serious as you are. It does surprise you when he holds his hand out to you, expecting a handshake, a deal. Whatever business Ismael has back home, you know selling is probably his strong suit. You shake it, his fingers are warm in your hand, palms dry and calloused. You are a horrible dancer anyway, it’s his feet that are going to take the worst of it.

You use his hand as leverage to pull yourself off the pillar, choosing to sit on the bench next to it instead. You look up at him, eyes squinting.

‘’ You’re clearly from Sinaloa… And your hands are strong, so you probably work a field job. How am I doing so far? ‘’

‘’ Surprisingly good. ‘’ His hand brushes through his mustache, you know he’s smiling, ‘’ So far. ‘’

You hmm, elbows touching your knees as your chin follow the movement, pressing against your open hand. Your fingers drum on the side of your cheek. You could stare at him for hours.

‘’ I think I know, ‘’ you grin, ‘’ You are a classic beer kind of guy. ‘’

He doesn’t react, and for a second you do believe that you are wrong, but just as you are about to stand back and pull out your wallet, something in his eyes changes. It’s soft, barely there, but you didn’t miss it. Hook, line, and sinker. It’s your cue to keep going, you know you’re in.

‘’ None of those artisanal ones, nah. I think you’re a classic Pacífico guy. ‘’

‘’ What do you do for a living? ‘’

You let out a laugh,

‘’ I watch a bit too much of those police novelas on TV is what I do.’’

Ismael chuckles, his eyes moving down again to your feet. You gaze down too, noticing now how the pavement has gotten colder under your toes.

‘’ I owe you a dance, don’t I? ‘’

‘’ You don’t have to put your shoes back on if they hurt. ‘’

You stand up from the bench, holding out your hand towards him. Ismael slides his fingers between yours as he pulls you closer to him. You can feel your blood rushing down your body from the movement, your heart pushing against your ribcage. His arm raises above your head, slowly pushing you to swirl around. Your toes rub on the ground as you turn, you are not sure if it is his proximity or the alcohol that makes your head spin.

Before you can reach for your heels, he is already leaning down by your feet, bending his back until his other hand grabs the back of your shoes.. When he straightens back up, it feels like he’s a step closer, in his hands, the tip of your shoes is nudging your thigh. You can smell the tobacco on him, feel how heavy his gaze is on you, see the dots of green in his brown eyes.

‘’ Let me take you out to dinner tomorrow. ‘’

You can’t help your eyes from following the movement of his lips, the movement of his skin creasing where it meets his cheek. You look up, back into his eyes.

‘’ Really? ‘’

He mirrors the word back to you, raspy, confident. Really. You know your cheeks are red without a doubt, the heat you feel is enough. You nod, leaning back on your heel, in the hope that putting some distance between you and him would help you regain whatever confidence you left on the bench. His thumb is brushing against the back of your hand now, what a smooth mother-

‘’ Even if I step on your feet the whole dance? ‘’

Your words are quick, begging for a chance to stop melting over this, over him. He thinks for a second, looking up in a mocking way before his eyes are back on you again,

‘’ I’ll allow it. Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it after a few songs. I’m a great teacher. ‘’

You don’t doubt him for a second.

And you don’t miss how Dina eyes you when he brings you to the dancefloor, making you twirl once more, but tonight, as much as it pains you to think it, you can’t seem to care. You can deal with the speeches, rumors, and the big sister talk tomorrow, because tonight you feel better than you have felt in weeks. Maybe it’s the way Ismael does not even flinch when you do inevitably step on his toes or how his fingers bunch up the fabric at your waist to bring you even closer to him. Maybe it’s because you don’t want to think about the gun your fingertips brush every time your hand caresses lower down his back. Maybe because he feels so different from the one you had been meeting before.

Still, you are surprised when he calls you the next morning, asking you what time would be best for you tonight. After breakfast, when you lie to Dina and tell her you’re having dinner with an old school friend, you can’t help how wild the butterflies in your stomach are.

You don’t think much about it when you slip into his car at the next street corner, as he drives you around with the windows down, as he asks you about your day, pushing your chair out from under the table for you. You don’t even remember why you were feeling nervous when he orders his food after you, calling back the waiter before he could leave.

‘’ Can you bring a Pacífico with that? And a glass of wine, red, for the lady. ‘’

Ismael turns to you, lips pulling into a smile, his knees knocking against yours under the table. ‘’ Rojo, that’s right? ‘’

He’s still wearing that damn hat inside, the buckle on top catching the light. You smile back at him, nodding.

That’s right.

#ismael el mayo zambada x reader #ismael zambada x reader #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico fanfic #ismael el mayo zambada #narcos x reader

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mitsukiwa · 1 year ago

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A/N: This has been in my drafts for the longest time. Just thought i should post it. Not-proofread

about. Vicious kicked you out you have nowhere else to go, but you find a green haired man who's willing to help you. Spike spiegel

It was evident to you that you weren't his first, not in anything. He loved someone else first and had his intimate moments with someone else. While he was your first in everything. In love, lovemaking, these warm sensations he had you feeling. He made you feel treasured and made you feel as if you were the one for him.

Though you nonetheless couldn't get over the reality that he already had his first. And you were simply his second. Spike had told you continuous times that Julia was dead to him, quite literally. It was already hard for him that he'd carried on and found love again. You knew that every second of the day he thought about her or maybe saw her in you at times. And you knew when he'd look at you with eyes saddened as he thought of what you already knew.

Julia

She was his first, they ran off together so that they'd be able to be together but she never met up with him as he initially planned with her. Though vicious still slaughtered her for her betrayal. Since then, he hated women. Women with an attitude to be exact, women like Julia.

A modest soft-spoken woman who knew what she had

But you, you couldn't help but compare yourself, over and over, as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You had lived with Vicious before meeting Spike, Vicious took you under his wing and trained you making sure you were well-trained to be his bodyguard.

Ultimately he no longer needed you and threw you out with no remorse. You had nowhere to go, and with a bounty on your head, you were safe to say you were scared and afraid.

Until he found you

In TJ, Tijuana, you were in a bar-only place you were sure you'd be able to stay the night as long as you ordered some drinks.

He came in and ordered a whiskey.

Giving you a side glance, and back at the bartender. Downed his drink and left, or so you thought.

As you exited the bar, you felt a hand abruptly grab you and slap their hand with a white cloth over your mouth.

Muffling your screams, you inhaled and felt a burning sensation up your nostril, eye fluttering closed, with a sudden urge to feel drowsy.

Then blacked out

You awoke in what you assumed was a ship. You rubbed your eyes slowly, taking in your surroundings. You saw a man with a beard and what seemed to be a scar on his left eye.

He puffed out smoke, turning his head over to you.

'she's awake!' he called out.

A figure walked out from the door.

A dark green-haired man with brown eyes, tall and lean began walking over to me.

It was the exact man you had seen in the bar.

'look at you waking up this late.' he jested

'you? why am I here.'

He smirked as he nonchalantly sat next to you on the couch, spreading his arms on the headrest.

'Well, you're a bounty I happen to run across, didn't I?'

Your breath hitched, he knew.

But how?

Oh, you were no longer in vicious's protection.

'you're going to turn me in?' you squeak out helplessly.

'what else should I do with you, sweetheart?'

You knew you'd eventually run across a bounty hunter especially here in TJ, and could have gone anywhere instead, but you chose here.

You were no longer needed, your purpose was to serve vicious, and he no longer wanted you.

So why were you here even?

turn me in, do as you please' you say remotely.

Spike's eyes widened the moment those words came out of your mouth.

None of the bounties he's captured had willingly turned themselves in let alone let themselves be turned in.

He couldn't help but find suspicion in your words.

He eyed you for a minute.

'some depressing shit, sweetie don't you think?'

His eyes widened as he thought of an idea.

'hm... how bout this, you can help out here in the bebop ship.'

Why wasn't he just going to turn you in a minute ago, now he's decided to recruit you.

This can't be right, right?

'why would I.'

'Because you don't care about your life if you willingly let me turn you in. So I decided you'd be of use in the bebop spacecraft.'

Are you of use?

After what vicious had told you, you no longer thought you were of use at all.

Nonetheless, the spike was here recruiting you into his crew.

You nodded your head, not giving a verbal response to the man next to you.

His smiled widely

'I guess if you have a bounty, must mean you are good with guns?'

'I'm not as good with guns as I am with swords,' you say meekly

Vicious taught you how to use guns, although he mainly had you practicing with swords that were his style, so it was yours and you got accustomed to it.

'as long as you have good aim.'

You nodded

Spike stood up from the couch. He then waved his hand indicating you follow him.

Hesitantly you got up from the couch and followed him As you both entered, you noticed it was a bedroom.

'you get some sleep.'

''here?''

''Yeah, I don't mind sleeping on the couch.''

You shook your head no, you were fine with sleeping on the couch. it was no problem for you.

''It's fine, I'll sleep on the couch, This is your bed,'' you say

''It's alright, I don't sleep on it anyway, I usually sleep on the couch.''

You reluctantly obliged, although you weren't comfortable.

You stared blankly at the metal walls of the spacecraft. You couldn't sleep. Not after what your head had been spiraling about.

The same events of today playing over on repeat in your mind, vicious has always been cold. But never has he directed it to you, let alone in that form of way.

You were well aware your relationship with him wasn't at all normal. You don't think anything involving him is even considered ''normal''. He always had hate towards Spiegel, especially involving their history together, This might sound unbelievable, but they once were friends maybe even considered partners in crime, before a single woman shattered their companionship.

Inevitably falling for her, they both fell for her.

And that was the beginning of it all, although she chose to be with Spike, and it ticked vicious off. He took her for himself he married that woman, and she did so only to ensure her safety from the bounty hunters and his father. After the fall of the elders and vicious, Julia is on the verge of betraying him by asking Spike to rule the Syndicate with her, but he refuses. So she begrudgingly makes sure vicious doesn't die, She gives him treatment when he awakes he does so restained in a basement. Julia is there as well. When Vicious screams that his people will kill her, Julia reminds him that he is an Elder now, and no one is supposed to see him. She rules by his name.

Eventually, when the van's men were found vicious they betrayed the van and freed Vicious, and she went into hiding, fully knowing what'd he do if he found her.

After, he became ruler of the Red Dragon Syndicate once again. He began this unspoken mission to end Spike.

He found you not long after 'you were nothing when i found you' he'd say. In all honesty, you weren't, he found you, and he saved you from crude people who only wanted to harm you.

That's why it hurt a hell lot when he threw you out. His Alibi was that you only slowed him down. Or maybe he was just telling himself that. It felt unreal though, you cared for him. And these past few years of knowing him didn't lessen the ache.

He didn't once look back after turning his back on you and it hurt it did. Some part inside you that you almost always choose to ignore adored him. Like really really cared for him.

You were well aware of the whispers they had, mutterings about comparing you to the very woman who broke him, left him scars of untrusting issues. And you sure as hell didn't blame him what she did was fucked up in more ways than one. You never once met her and yet you hate her. Or maybe it's what vicious always told you his enemies were yours, That you'd carry many of his burdens. You promised to leave as many of them off his shoulders, a promise you solely made to yourself the day he took you in, saved you, and trained you. Made you in every form of way possible.

You were in love maybe?

You shook your head, snorting at the ridiculous thought.

What are you bluffing

He turned his back on you quite literally, it's best to forget

forget him

He'd despise you if he ever found out you were with his rival enemy. He would hate you more than he currently did if that was even possible.

That's it right he left you because he hated you, nothing more. Just that he despised you, he thought you weren't at all enough to protect. Watch his back be his guardian angel. That's exactly it, it had to be.

You tugged frustratingly at your hair strands. You wanted to show him that you are not at all weak.

'Take him down.' you thought.

'yes that's it.'

You sat upright on spikes bed. Whipping your head around the dark room.

Some part inside of you strongly disagreed, but your hurt was larger than anything, you wanted to hurt him as he did you, make him beg. Make him feel what he had made you feel.

That is exactly something he'd say

You laid back down.

You nuzzled your head deeper into the pillow.

Soon your eyelids became heavy as leather, and before you knew it, you blacked out.

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She quickly sat up, breathing ragged and labored as she stared wide-eyed in front of her. Her chest heaved, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Her body shuddered, and she took a shaky inhale, an attempt to calm herself down.

The same images of her, before vicious, had found her, Those people. Tied helplessly as they did whatever they wanted to her body, she thrashed and screamed for them to stop. She sobbed brokenly as they broke her. Her soul was far from her body. She could almost feel their hands on her as they did that day. Her hands scratched onto her skin, nails digging into her skin.

Dragging blood from it. Her hands found their way to her hair pulling on the strands, and sliding over her face.

She silently screamed into her palms.

I want to die

she thought

She always thought it, every time she was awake from that nightmare, that thought always crossed her mind.

Like a promising deal, just waiting to be shaken hands on.

She didn't sleep the rest of the night and sat in a seated position on the bed staring into the nothingness of the dark room a stray of light began to peak through the spacecraft's small window. She was tired her body begged for rest but her mind wanted the exact opposite, She wanted to stay awake she didn't want to relive the memory.

A faint knock on the door took her out of her current train of thoughts that flooded her ruptured brain.

The door slowly creaked out revealing a slight crack of light and a dark green-haired man.

'Mornin' He flashed you a blinding smile.

You looked up, greeted by his light brown colored irises.

His eyes widened.

'wow, you look like shit.' He stated, his eyebrows drawing up.

You looked back down at your palms somehow they seemed more interesting at the moment. Tracing the abuse you've given yourself all last night. The cool air stung the scratches.

'hey,' He called out softly. His footsteps got closer to the bed. He reached his hand out gently lifting your head to look at him.

'did you sleep?' Concern laced his every syllable.

She swallowed, he seemed genuinely worried for her, or was this some type of trick?

'did you?' He asked once again.

She shook her head against his hold, his face contorted to worrisome and surprise something between those two.

'What is it? Was my bed really that uncomfortable?'' He joked about the last part.

'no, I just couldn't sleep thats all.'

His bed was much comfier than anything else, you appreciate he had lent his bed for you tonight.

'then what is it.' He asked gently

She glanced away from him, unbeknownst to her she was frowning, lips heavily pulled down her eyebrows drawn down together.

'I ' she paused taking a long inhale of air 'get these bad dreams'

She heard him hum as if contemplating something.

'bad dreams?' She glanced over at him, he was already staring down at her with a small smile. She nodded.

He laid down on the bed, opening his arms for her to crawl in. ''C'mere, I'll let you have some rest since your bad dreams didn't let you.'

She just stared at him, Slowly she crawled over to him, and her head faced his chest. He brought the blanket up to her shoulders, warming her up from the morning's coldness.

He began to thread his fingers through her locks.

She hummed in appreciation. He lowly chuckled.

'jus' close your eyes and relax' He whispered lowly.

Her eyes fluttered close.

She let out even puffs of air, her chest raised and fell.

'I used to get really bad dreams like you'' He whispered lowly, he knew you were asleep but that's all he could give to comfort her even just a little.

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Strong arms held you close, pressed securely next to them. Your eyes fluttered open, slightly looking upwards. Observing his face as he rests. Light lines of a smile, no crease nor frown.

His dark green strands curtained over his eyes, giving you a sudden urge to brush them away.

You nuzzled further into his chest, letting out a calm sigh.

She heard a low groan from above her, and her eyes widened.

oh no did I wake him?

She stared wide-eyed as he stirred awake from his slumber. He let out an audible yawn.

''mornin'' his eyes flickered to the tiny window ''or evenin''

His arms retracted from around you, arms raising as he stretched. He let out a groan.

'Good morning' you mumbled, You wanted his arms around you again. But you couldn't bring yourself to tell him that.

Wait why would you even think that, you must be touched starved. You scold yourself.

You lifted yourself to the bed, swinging your feet over to the edge. You winced at the coldness of the floor. You looked back at him over your shoulder, only to find him also staring back at you. He wore a small smile.

'' I'm not trying to pressure you or anything but I'm here if you wanna talk about it''

You would love to talk about it and have him see what you've been through. Have him understand you. But you couldn't, the cause of everything was rooted in his nemesis. So you averted your gaze too afraid to continue staring back at those brown eyes of his, they wore sincerity.

'' I'', you shut your mouth again, not exactly sure how to respond, your mind currently debating on opening up. You did want to, you did. It was difficult to.

So you were stuck with shaking your head, not trusting in using your words, and afraid that your voice would crack.

''All right'' You heard him mutter from behind you.

You both stayed like that for a cool minute, silent. Not a kind of uncomfortable silence but one where you could tell the other was thinking something. Debating something. Waiting for the other one to muster up the courage to speak. Specifically, open up. He knew she had something to talk about, and he also knew that her keeping it bottled up only made shit worse for her.

Some part inside him wanted to help her, get her through whatever was keeping her up. Haunting her in even her dreams. Clear her from that burden. Clear her from all burdens possible.

He heard her let out a loud sigh through her nose.

''Have you ever loved a person'' He heard her say.

''Like really love them, I'm talking about giving up your own life for them'' She wasn't facing him but he could tell she was on the verge of crying judging by her voice, the crack between her sentences.

''yeah, I have'' He whispered.

'' Yet she was the same person to kill me''

She turned to him fully now. A questioning looks on her face, curious as to what he meant by that.

Could he mean Julia?

'' What happened?''

You watched him swallow before opening his mouth to speak, ''vicious happened,''

She stilled upon hearing that name. It did something to her, more when others said it.

Spike noticed her tension and change of behavior. He wasn't sure if he should implore her about it.

''She was more than upset I didn't come looking for her after all those years.''

All those years, what did he mean by that?

She tilted her head, a questioning expression on her features.

Spike didn't wanna open up, especially involving the women he used to love with all his might.

But he wanted you to open up, and the only way he found that you would, is if he did so first.

'' We were planning on running from the syndicate, to do so, I had to fake my death''

You heard about this from Vicious, How he wanted his revenge on Spike. He ordered Julia to go to the location where Spike was and she was to meet and kill Spike herself. Or they'd both be killed by the syndicate assassins. Julia didn't go through, instead, she ran away.

And for years, she was on the run.

'' We had agreed on meeting in a cemetery, running away to live our life together, Away from the organization.''

The room went silent once again, none of the parties opening their mouth to say more.

'' She never came.'' He said after a long silence.

You looked at the pained expression he wore, as he stared down at his lap. You crawled over to him, opening your arms for him to go into. And he did hesitantly but he did. He laid his head against your chest, his arms shakily wrapping themselves on your lower stomach.

You threaded your fingers threw his dark greenish locks.

Hoping to soothe him, wanting to soothe him from his pain. Because in some way you know exactly the ache he was going through.

His body would shake, and you knew he was crying. With the way, he clutched onto your shirt. Regardless of you continued, whispering 'everything was fine'.

When you thought his cries subsided, you placed both hands on his cheeks and pushed him back slightly, so you'd be eye to eye.

You wiped a stray tear making its way down his cheek.

It pained you, his vulnerability giving you a sense of guilt.

Should you clear it out with him? Tell him you once worked for his nemesis.

You were scared he'd hate you and turn his back on you just as vicious did.

'' Spike'' you whimpered out.

God, why was your voice already breaking? I'm so pathetic.

You thought.

His head shot up after hearing you call his name, concern painted on his features.

'' There's something I need to tell you.''

His brows furrowed, his brown eyes red and puffy.

'' I used to work under vicious.''

Pain shot through his eyes.

You worked for... vicious.

'' I wasn't in the syndicate, but he saved me and took me under his wing'' You couldn't help but cry.

He pushed himself away from you, getting off the bed. Backing away from you, all while wearing widened eyes.

You sobbed even more, seeing him alerted by your presence all of a sudden. You clutched at your shoulder, breathing heavily into the sheets as you pressed your head further into the mattress.

And it was like this for a while until your cries subsided a bit, he opened his mouth to say something.

''What happened?''

'' I was no longer of use to him'' you said words sounded muffled because your mouth pressed onto the bed.

You pushed your head up only to see Spike stepping closer to you once again. He reached his hand out to cup your left cheek. And you leaned further into his hold.

'' He saved you?'' He asked.

You nodded against his hand, '' I was being manhandled by some imbeciles and he saved me.''

He smiled down at you although it didn't reach his eyes.

''But he threw you out?''

'' He trained me for 3 years, and I followed his every command. He never once allowed me to join the syndicates.''

'' He said I was slowing him down, so he turned his back on me. Left me to fend for me.''

''why'd you come to TJ?''

''I had nowhere else to go.''

He scoffed, ''and so you went to the very place that crawled with bounty hunters, not to mention filled to the brim with tons of em'.''

'' I wasn't thinking, I just needed to clear my head at the time.''

''Vicious'' he said the name with distaste, the syllables gave him some bitterness.

''he saved you, he saved someone, without thinking a second about it?'' He has to admit it was surprising, that man wasn't known for anything like that, just for the cruel and gruesome actions he's done over the past years.

So, excuse him if it's something he's most.

caught off guard by.

'' It doesn't matter anyway; he threw me out.'' You said, voice daring to break again.

''Can I ask you something?"

He nodded.

''Why does he hate you, I know it isn't just mainly based on that woman.''

He let out a sigh through his nose, he didn't want to answer your question, but you seemed eager to know.

'' I subdued him.''

'' what?'' You questioned; your brows drew up.

''They wanted me to succeed as leader of the red dragon, a position that vicious coveted,'' He corrected.

It made sense now why vicious hated Spike, but deep down you felt bad for him. And you know you shouldn't vicious doesn't deserve your lament.

''I'm just happy he saved you''

That comment brought you back.

'' If he wouldn't have, you, i'' He let out a deep breath, ''would have never met you.''

You felt heat behind your eyes, as you stared at the man before you, pure sincerity etched on his beautiful features, and one would have never thought he'd be capable of ever loving a person as he did Julia.

You winced this could only end in two things.

And you didn't want the two things it'd end up hurting you both.

#spike spiegel #cowboy bebop #spike x reader #spike spiegel x reader

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Beach Day

Angel Reyes x F!Reader (EZ Reyes & F!Reader) From these August Prompts: "Sand gets everywhere." & For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: Beach Day Word Count: 2k Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Angst, cursing. Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie

“I cannot wait to just lay out on the beach all day,” your voice broke the silence in the car.

You were currently going into hour 2 of your road trip down to the Tijuana Beach with a group of the Mayan boys. It was an annual trip that started about 5 years ago. It was nice for them to take a break from club things and for you to finally get some vacation time in with your boyfriend, who at the moment seemed less than thrilled.

You glanced over at Angel who had a serious facial expression on display for the entire car ride as he drove down to the usual beach house you rented.

“If you want we can pull over and I can drive us the rest of the way?” You offered up something that maybe would alleviate whatever was going on in his head.

“Nah, I’m good.” He shook his head, keeping his right hand on the wheel while his left hung out the window.

You glanced back at EZ, hoping that maybe he would offer some type of explanation of why his brother, your boyfriend, was acting the way he was. EZ’s head tilted as he shrugged indicating he didn't know what was going on with his older brother. To break the tension that Angel kept alive and well in the car, you turned in the passenger seat so you could look back at EZ and talk with him.

“So, tell me. What have you been up to? I hear you’ve had a girl around. I want to know everyyyyything.” You carried out the last word to come off less strong. You never liked to pry with EZ but you liked being in the know of what was happening in each of the guys’ personal lives.

His smile filled his face as he looked down. You could have even swore he blushed a little, too. “It’s nothing.” He spoke through his grin.

You smiled back, for the trauma each of the Reyes men had gone through they all sure had the most contagious smiles. “EZ, come on. It’s me, just give me something. A name? Her favorite color? I’ll take anything.” You begged for him to drop a crumb of information.

“Sofía. And I think she likes yellow.” He mocked you while still giving you the details you were dying for.

“Tell her to come to the beach house.” It was said nonchalantly as to not apply pressure and went to grab a snack from your backpack.

“It’s new, not sure if I’m ready to put her through your beach house screening test just yet.” EZ laughed.

You waved him off, “Ugh, you know that’s only for the two idiots in the van behind us.” Referring to Coco and Gilly you waved your hand in the air. “They would bring those weird guys from the Yuma charter if they could, and I fucking hate those guys. Which is why they have to run their plus one’s past me. Now you EZ, I trust,” you handed him one of the snacks you grabbed and then one to Angel, “BUT, I digress. You bring her around when you’re ready.”

The remainder of the car ride went by fast, it helped that Coco and Gilly had pulled up next to the truck and baited Angel into racing, you normally would have put some type of discourse up but it seemed to lighten Angel’s mood a bit so you let them have their fun.

The beach house was perfect, in fact, it was one of your favorite places in the world. Once you found it online all those years ago, there was no way you were going to book any other house along the Mexican coast ever again. It was right on the beach, the front porch of the house led right onto the sand, which might as well have been private since only a handful of people ever walked by or shared the space with you.

It was still early enough in the day that the group of you could get in some beach time. You already had your suit on so you just grabbed a chair and your book, announcing your plans as you exited the house after claiming bedrooms and settling your stuff down.

“I’ll be on the beach, feel free to join me!”

Just as you sat down in the beach chair and leaned back, you could hear the complaints from the eldest Reyes grow louder and louder as he got closer to your spot on the beach.

“Fuckin’ hot out here. And there’s fuckin’ sand everywhere. I got sand everywhere,” he mumbled as he threw his towel down next to you.

“Do you want to sit in the chair? I’ll take the towel?” You offered a semi-solution to his grievances.

He stared at you, he wanted to snap, but when his eyes met yours he calmed for a moment, he wasn’t mad at you, in fact he had been excited for this trip, he loved that you did this every year not only for him but the guys too. There had just been so much shit happening at the club lately and of course right before they left Bishop had told them they were all on call. It was why they took the two cars in the first place, that and because three years ago they were in the situation where something with the club popped up and they had to all leave early since there was only one car, and you were NOT going to have that ever happen again.

“Angel?” The sunglasses were now sliding down your nose as you looked at him getting lost in whatever frozen state he was in.

He bent down and gave you a light peck on the lips. “I’m good. I’m gonna go in the water.”

You watched him dive into the ocean, you would have accompanied him but you knew he needed some time, some space. While you weren’t privy to club business, you weren’t oblivious to the fact that things had been tense. You also knew that Angel had very little emotional awareness and wasn’t exactly able to open up about things so easily, which you accepted, you wouldn’t have been with him for 5 years if you didn’t, but you knew you had to let him work through his own shit if you didn’t want to push him away.

EZ had soon joined next to you, placing a cooler to the left of your chair and offering you a beer from it.

You cheered him and took a long sip. You closed your eyes as the cold liquid traveled down and cooled down your entire body for less than a second. A sigh escaped from your mouth and you opened your eyes as you sunk into the beach chair.

“Been waitin’ for that moment?” EZ was grinning.

Before you could answer you heard the yells and shortly after you felt the sand grains being pelted against your skin as Coco and Gilly ran down passed you and right into the water.

“Moment ruined.” You laughed, placing your beer in the cup holder and EZ got ready to join them.

“Hey EZ,” you called to him before he took a step farther.

“Sup?” he turned to you with ease, squinting from the sun beaming into his eyes.

“Is Angel okay?” You asked, not really knowing what to expect in an answer.

His head turned to look at his brother who was now bullshitting with the guys, he knew what you were asking, he could have taken the easy route and been like ‘yea, look at him!’ and just ignored what you really meant but he knew you were asking because of genuine concern.

“Things are rocky at the club right now.” He chose his words carefully, “things are rocky for him at the club right now. I think this will be good for him, a break from it all.”

Looking out at him having a good time with the guys, you nodded at EZ’s words, it was the best explanation you were gonna get and you appreciated him for giving you some sort of reasoning behind it all. With a deep sigh, your eyes moved back to the younger Reyes brother and you thanked him before he made his way to the ocean.

You let them have their fun for a bit as you soaked up the sun and finished a few beers. At some point you nodded off for a few minutes, not for very long but when you woke up, you realized you were starting to sweat. The boys had seemed to calm down from their normal antics and were just wading in the water now.

After taking off your flip flops and dredging through the sand, you made it to the water. First, you let the water ease up to your toes, it was warm, another reason you chose this spot every year, it was perfect.

A breath released from your mouth as the water reached your feet again, one you didn’t even know was stuck somewhere in your gut probably along with the anxiety and stress of whatever Angel was going through, too bad that didn’t find its way out. But you stared at him just floating in the water and decided despite either of yours anxiety, you’d make the most of this trip.

Swimming out to him, you enjoyed every second of being in the water, the sun beaming down, the teal color of the water allowing you to see down to the bottom with ease. Reaching Angel, your hands moved up his bare chest as he moved from horizontal to vertical in the water.

“Hey.” You spoke at a whisper, his hands moved up and down your back as yours found their way to rest over his shoulders. He was standing now on the bottom of the ocean floor, which allowed you to wrap your legs around him and let the water hold you both up.

“You fell asleep.” His hand moved up to touch your face, which was pretty hot from the sun rays beating down on it.

“I did.” You chuckled and moved to hug him.

“This is nice.” He let out a breath similar to what you did when you entered the water. You knew there was more he was holding in still but there was some relief knowing that some tension was gone.

Before either of you could say anything else, Gilly was speaking up from the shoreline. You weren’t exactly sure when any of them got out, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was what Gilly was saying.

“Yo!!! Bish called, shit went down, we gotta head back!” He was disappointed, he had Coco standing next to him who looked equally pissed off.

EZ was closer to shore than you and Angel but was still in the water. He looked back at you two before heading back to shore.

You felt the tension in Angel’s shoulders build back up, nothing a deep breath or hug could fix. Instead of fixing it, you just pressed your forehead to his. “We have this for a week, go do whatever you gotta do for Bish and come back, and if it lasts the full week, when things slow down at the club, I’ll book it again for just us two.” It was your version of making things work.

Angel’s eyes were closed as he spoke. “I don’t know if things will ever slow down at the club.”

There wasn’t much you could say to that, but after a few seconds of thought mixed with a little of your own frustration, you cupped Angel’s face in your hands.

“Then I’ll bring the beach to you, we’ll get a pool and I’ll dye it fuckin’ teal and I’ll bring home a tub of sand.”

Angel let out a laugh, it was the first time you heard him laugh like that in well, weeks. “Let’s just stick with the pool and leave the sand.”

“Sand gets everywhere.” You nodded and laughed along with him.

He agreed with you as he chuckled. “That shit gets everywhere.”

#Mayans MC #Mayans Fx #Angel Reyes #Angel Reyes x Reader #Angel Reyes x f!reader #EZ Reyes

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