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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZAC & MICK SALGADO!

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Zac > Christian - "Feel free to punch me if this crosses a line....but I was wondering, brother-to-brother... do you ever get... guilt... about the shit that happened to your sister?"

Christian > Zac - “Of Course I do, Shit a lot of the stuff she has to deal with, I don’t have to deal with anymore and that makes me feel like such a shitty person because at least back when I was dealing with it too it wasn’t ALL on her. Fuck man, I cant even tell you how much I want our dad put a way. He should have never had us in the first place honestly. He can’t deal with the loss of our mother and he blames us for it. He is the biggest piece of shit I know.”

He sits on the ground, and wipes tears from his face. “Fuck man, I am sorry I guess it all just came pouring out. Thanks for listening though.” 

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Zacatecas, Zac.- El binomio zacatecano César Alberto Méndez Barajas y Abraham Esquivel Murillo otorgaron a Zacatecas presea de bronce en la prueba Madison o Americana, dentro del Nacional Juvenil de Ciclismo Aguascalientes 2019.

Dicha modalidad es una variante de la carrera por puntos, con una característica especial en el relevo, donde se permite agarrar del brazo al compañero e impulsarse para aumentar la aceleración sobre la pista.

La disputa de puntos se da con espectaculares sprints después de cada 5 kilómetros recorridos, y quien logra sacar una vuelta de ventaja sobre los competidores del pelotón, se hace acreedor a 20 puntos adicionales.

En contra parte, pierde 20 puntos a quien logran sacarle la vuelta de ventaja, por tal motivo, el sistema de competencia en ésta modalidad, al igual que en la carrera por puntuación, fomenta la intensa lucha por el liderazgo de manera constante, tal y como lo hicieron Ricardo Peña y Jorge Peyrot de Baja California Sur, para apropiarse de la medalla de oro con 67 unidades.

Ricardo Carreón y Adrián Rivas de Nuevo León con 29 puntos acumulados se agenciaron la presea de plata, en tanto que Zacatecas con la dirección técnica de Aarón Ojeda Carreón, sumaron un punto y se adueñaron del bronce en las figuras de Abraham Esquivel Murillo y César Alberto Méndez Barajas, quien en la carrera por puntos, ya se había colgado la broncínea con 16 unidades, por 26 de Tomás Aguirre de Nuevo León y 19 de Kaleb Quijada de Querétaro.

Con menos 11 puntos se instalaron en la cuarta posición de la clasificación general, Kaleb y Axel Quijada de Querétaro, mientras que con menos 18 ocuparon la quinta plaza José Muñiz y Abel Ruiz de Jalisco.

César Abraham Flores y Braulio Sánchez de Aguascalientes, no fueron capaces de soportar los enfurecidos ataques de sudcalifornianos, neoleoneses y zacatecanos, de manera tal que se quedaron en el penúltimo casillero con menos 58 puntos, por menos 60 de los cachanillas Jesús Rosas y Víctor Aguilar.

Zacatecas suma hasta el momento en Olimpiada Nacional y Nacional Juvenil 2019, seis preseas doradas, 5 de plata y 13 de bronce, entre las que destacan los 3 primeros lugares de Axxel Salgado Salinas de natación, 2 de María de Jesús Ruiz Acuña en 5 mil y 10 mil metros planos, en ésta última prueba con récord nacional y la de la taekwondoina Kenia del Río Ruiz Esparza.

Históricas son las preseas broncíneas de ciclismo en pista obtenidas por César Alberto Méndez Barajas (carrera por puntos y madison) y Abraham Esquivel Murillo (madison), ya que allá por 2l año 2003, si mal no recuerdo, Alicia Rocha Varela logró escalar el pódium de vencedoras.

César Méndez y Abraham Esquivel logran bronce en ciclismo was originally published on Periódico Mirador

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                      Character Aesthetic - Zac Salgado

                “How the hell do I save everyone? I have to... I have to.”

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UNDERSTAND MY SHIP CHART - #1 (Zac & Crystal)

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Charmery Drabble

All the recent Samuel-love made me really wanna share this ol’ drabble of his that is one of my favorite moments with him, so far. (It’s just a little snippet of a bigger chapter, but still.)

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Link: https://jumpshare.com/v/BOVdKa6mweObxopFNZ1Q

Words: 532 (Smol)

Characters: Zac Salgado (POV), Farah Salgado, Samuel Angioli

Rating: PG

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🎈👥Happy Birthday, Zachariah Marco Salgado & Mikail Felipe Salgado 👥🎈

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Character A: I think I did okay!

[explosion in the background]

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Hey Zac, do me a favor. Drop and give me all of them.

“Not again.”

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6 Zac

6. What would STOP your OC from Doing The Right Thing in a tense situation?

Essentially, he’d be fucked over by the ‘trolley problem’ and would freeze up if expected to choose between a loved one and 5 (or more) strangers. He also just plain has a hard time realizing that people who aren’t from Helten aren’t second priority just because they’re not ‘his people’.

OC questions that helped me with characterization (Link)

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Food: What were your favorite (or least favorite) foods as a kid? zac

“Ah– I was always a really good eater. I’d eat almost anything my folks put in front of me, but I’ve also always been a carnivore and I always wanted cheeseburgers. All the time. But then, of course, my sister found out that they were my favorite and started having tantrums whenever we had them, just to spite me. Haha.

Least favorite? Really sour stuff. I needed to add sugar to lemonade. I hated sour things. I’m better with them now, but I still don’t choose blue raspberry slurpees or anything.”

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Ask a character about their childhood.

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Snippet

(Because it was mentioned in a thing I was just working on-- I want to share a slightly older thing but a thing that still makes me laugh.)

Kyle dropped down in the seat beside Mick-- and the group collectively groaned at his tray. "Oh, grow up. Not this again," he said, sliding his cane in the space between the metal chairs. "Not this again," Crystal said, pointing her plastic fork at him. "Ice cream and french-fries is not a meal." "If I'm not mistaken the definition of the word 'meal' is set time of day when someone eats something. It's dinner time-- I'm eating." "Whatever, man. You're killing yourself slowly." Crystal shrugged, slipping a slice of cucumber between her teeth. "Yeah. Hurry up, would you?" Mick butted in. "Crystal--" Kyle sighed.  "--I have put my body through so much shit. If I can be taken down by too many empty calories, I  think I deserve it." Kyle rolled his shirt-sleeve up and picked up a fry. "Kyle, I swear to god," Zac interjected, putting out his hands. "If you put that fucking fry in the--" Kyle quirked a brow at, then swiped the french-fry into the ice cream and gave Zac a challenging stare. "I will end you..." Zac whispered harshly. "Lots of people do that with their fries, Zac," said Zoey. "It's not actually that bad," Farah agreed, not looking up from her phone. Zac gave an exaggerated sigh, sinking down into his chair in defeat with a pout on his face, but Kyle wasn't satisfied. He clicked his tongue and paused, still holding the ice-cream-dipped fry between his fingers. Mick caught on quickly. "What are you--? No. No!" Kyle picked up the tiny paper cup of ketchup with his other hand, tongue pinched between his teeth. As he slowly lifted it up off the tray-- the others looked up and one-by-one gained their own horrified expressions. "Kyle, no!" Zoey yelped. "Kyle, don't do this to yourself, buddy," Mick pleaded. "It's not worth it!" Zac's eyes went huge-- and they bore into Kyle with urgency. "I swear to god, Kyle. I swear to god... if you--" Kyle turned the fry in his hand and stuck the bare end in the ketchup, making sure to thickly coat it so that it globbed down the side of his hand and made the others visibly squirm. Farah watched with her lip curled in disgust, but her eyes wide with intrigue. "You're not actually gonna--" she started, but trailed off. "Kyle, you're going to be okay," Mick panted. "You don't have to do this. I am here for you." He gave Mick a side-glance, then the others one last look over-- and he popped the fry in his mouth. The rest of the table roared in awe and disgust, especially Zac, who roared in frustration. "I hate you!" he shouted, shaking his fists in the air and sliding down his chair. "I hate you so much!" Kyle chuckled silently as he chewed. The flavor in his mouth wasn't exactly the most pleasant, but it wasn't all that bad-- and it was way worth it for the reaction from Zachariah. "What the fuck?!" Mick leaped up from his chair. All the faces at the surrounding tables that had not yet looked over in shock and confusion-- now were. "Dude, shh!" Crystal laughed up at him. "Food court!" "What kind of world do we live in if a man can't say fuck in his own public shopping mall?" Mick asked, not taking his horrified eyes off of his friend. "Do you not have taste buds?!" Zoey gasped, putting her hands into her hair. Kyle swallowed, then shrugged. "It's not bad." "I want you to die--" Zac croaked, now having slipped a good half-way down his chair with most of his body underneath the metal table, Kyle caught his eye and stared him down as he licked the ketchup and chocolate combination off of his thumb. "I want you to die!" Zac repeated in a shriller tone. "He will-- just wait," Crystal answered. "I don't wanna wait." Kyle lifted his cup of ice-cream in one hand and a second fry in the other. "So then leave me alone about my dietary choices-- and let me poison myself in peace? Hm?" Zac crunched his brow into a cartoonish frown, sinking down until his head disappeared under the table.

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@dramionefan66​ said she wanted to read the rest of the snippet I shared-- so naturally I spent a day and a half finishing up and editing the rest of the chapter. I put it in a link because of the length.)

Characters: Zac Salgado (POV), Zoey Huber (POV), Spencer Green, Nathan Blanchard, Courtney Wallace, Lawrence O'Sullivan, Marie O'Sullivan, Mick Salgado, Kevin Carnell, Marilyn Blanchette, Kyle Hausman (Briefly) Words: 6,915

Warning: Violence, gore, swearing, death.

(P.S-- about Marilyn... it felt right.)

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Just a tiny bit of dialog I really wanted to share, because I haven’t posted writing in a while.

Characters: Zac Salgado (POV), Lawrence O’Sullivan Words: 1,105

The illusionist's back hit the wall, his illusions sparking and then dropping to the floor like curtains and evaporating, leaving nothing but the empty hallway, barely lit by the flickering ceiling lights. "I know everything about you!" Zac continued to holler, though his voice was hoarse. The illusionist fixated a glare on him that put an uncomfortable chill in the pit of his stomach, his upper lip curled and let by hissing, winded breaths. "You're an Irish immigrant. You're from McCreery Caster Community in--" Zac licked his teeth, firming his feet on the ground."--in Ireland. You came here to study illusionism in Quebec." The illusionist's brow quirked, but not from shock. He almost seemed confused... He looked as if he knew nothing of what Zac was talking about. Had the information been false? Or maybe he had the wrong guy? But no, the illusionist had responded when his name was called, and he had to trust Crystal. He even had to trust Kyle on this one. "... but you quit," he continued. "You met your wife, got married and you quit illusionism to be a nurse." The illusionist snarled and shook his head, looking down at the floor, then down the hall, then back to Zac, cutting through him with a poisonous glare once again.

"Which makes sense, dude, I get it. You had a wife, you were gonna have a kid... you were poor as shit, you wanted to provide for them, right?" He held the illusionist's gaze for a moment, before his boldness faltered and he found himself talking at the ground, his eyes on the illusionist's legs, watching for any movement. "What I don't get is why you'd sign yourself over to the bad motherfuckers, handing your wife over to them right after." The illusionist's arm shot out, spitting out an energy projectile that Zac hurried to block, only to feel the static buzz by his ear and hear it crackle itself out against the wall behind him. Zac retaliated with a jolt that forced the illusionist back against the wall again, this time slamming his skull against the stone. He snarled and took a bit of extra time to open his eyes again, but still stood firmly in his place. "When do we get to the part where you shut up and kill me?" the illusionist muttered through his teeth. Zac gave a laugh, feeling himself completely possess the upper hand. "I need information. Why, Lawrence? Scared I'll touch on something personal?" he asked, taking a step forward, magic buzzing under his fingernails. "Like how your daughter disappeared off the face of the earth around the exact same time? Nobody knows what happened to her, but I bet you do, eh, motherfucker?" The illusionist sucked in a breath, his eyelids twitching, but his eyes no longer piercing into Zac, now they glazed over, seeming to peer a thousand miles away as his upper lip, no longer snarling, now trembled. "You poisoned your wife. Did you kill your daughter, too?" Zac asked roughly, in his 'CD Officer' voice. All at once, the illusionist's face softened into something dead, expressionless. He turned his eyes back to Zac and he breathed out a huff that could have been a scoff, or a clearing of his throat, or even a sob. It was too faint to tell. "I killed them all," he answered calmly; smooth as marble, returning that icy feeling to Zac's stomach. Zac readied himself, then he lunged. The illusionist flinched, then put both hands up, pushing back as Zac leapt onto him, gripping his wrist and forcing red magic up his arm. The illusionist grunted and slammed his own blow of magic into the side of Zac's head, forcing him back, one hand over his ringing ear. "You know nothing about me or anything around you, kid!" he shouted in a hoarse but forceful voice that reverberated down the hall, becoming a high shrill as it faded. Zac jolted upright, ready to launch himself forward again, but he looked up and found the image of his opponent skewed and warbled. He wiped at his eyes but couldn't clear his vision. "Go home, Zachariah! Your mother doesn't want to lose another son, I'm sure." "What?" Zac gasped, feeling a ball form in his chest. He curled his fists, urging magic through his bones until it rattled in his knuckles. "Did you have something to do with the fucking bomb, too?" The blurry image of the illusionist fizzed out, then came back completely clear, standing before Zac before contorting again. He was draining out. Soon he’d have to stop casting entirely. He’d be weak and Zac could easily take him down. "No," he answered after a moment, his voice sounding distant, though he still appeared right before Zac's eyes. Zac felt a catch in his throat, which he quickly coughed out. "You're lying." "Why would I?" "So many people died, man!" Zac's voice rose, despite his efforts to keep firm and composed. "I lost half my family! My dad!... I lost my brother-- my twin brother, my best friend, you fuck!” Zac pulled energy from his chest and released it in one angry, erratic burst at the illusionist. The magic crackled and smacked into the illusionist's chest, but instead of flying back, he disappeared, sizzling out with a glow and then leaving nothing behind but more static in the air. Zac stepped back in confusion, eyes darting to every reachable corner of the hallway. He eyed the sealed doors and even the ceiling, but found nothing but shadows. Then, a hand gripped his shoulder. He began to turn, but felt his shoulder stop against something small and hard. He forced down his fear and the thought that it was most likely a gun to his back-- and he straightened up, clenching his jaw. "Crying won't bring him back, kid. Nothing will, now." Lawrence O'Sullivan's rasping voice spoke on the back of his neck. "Go home to the ones you have left-- before you drag them into this. This is me being kind-hearted. Trust me." In a quick flash, Zac's vision filled with a sharp blue that swallowed up his view of the darkened hallway and burned his eyes. He cried out in shock and threw both hands over his face, blinking and scratching at his eyelids. Finding no relief, he began to panic, shooting magic out in every direction he could, hearing it snap and crash into the walls, but hearing nothing else, and seeing much less, until the blue leaked down his face and he found himself alone, crunched up on the concrete floor, completely alone.