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#tw Marisol
bucklavaa · 1 month
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Bisexual. BYEsexual.
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hippolotamus · 10 days
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another installment of what I'm calling the cleopatra series. this time from Eddie's POV because I got in my Buddie feels. part 1 here 💙
late for the love of my life | 7x06 Coda | 912 words | G
“Hey, how was it?” Marisol wraps her arms around his waist, giving him a peck on the lips. 
Eddie barely suppresses the urge to flinch and turn away. Which is maybe a tad dramatic, except for the way it isn’t. Because the past 24 hours have held more than a few revelations. None of which Eddie is ready to share. 
Despite the layers of clothing between them, his skin tingles and crawls where she touches him. If he didn’t have years of experience being exposed to fluids, substances and people he didn’t want anywhere near him, he thinks he would have wrenched away from her by now. No, he definitely would have. But he’s a professional at hiding his personal reactions, both on and off the job. 
Yes, he’s made progress in therapy, but the instincts to hide himself, to put up walls and masks, are still easily activated. Handy for moments like now, when he can’t escape his girlfriend. Or when he has to smile big for the crowd and pretend the perpetual feelings for his best friend don’t exist when said best friend barrels back into the room all lovestruck and covered in soot from his boyfriend. 
“It was good. Really nice, actually.” That much is true. Because it was. Honestly, the whole hospital room chic was perfectly Maddie and Chim. 
“Nice?” She asks in a teasing tone, squeezing tighter and clinging to his torso like a koala. 
His breathing is acceptably even but the urge to peel her off, to tell her that she should probably go home because his heart rate is skyrocketing, his fingers and toes are tingling, and he’s beginning to feel claustrophobic is anything but. His built in panic mode suspects there isn’t enough Jell-o in the universe to undo this. Again, dramatic, but he thinks he’s within his rights to think so right now. 
“Yeah, I-” He pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezes his eyes shut and inhales as deeply as he can manage. “Y’know, I’m, uh, still feeling a little worse for wear from last night. I should-” He doesn’t even finish the sentence, just points vaguely in the direction of his bedroom. 
Marisol’s relaxed ‘welcome home’ look turns concerned as she furrows her brow and holds the back of her hand to his forehead. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stay? I should probably stay over in case you need–” 
“Really,” he interjects, backing out of her hold, “I’ll be fine. Just need to sleep it off, I think. You should go. Home. To your place.” Smooth, Diaz. “I mean, because I’ll probably be restless, y’know?”
“I can sleep on the cou-”
“No,” he says more forcefully than intended. He should be grateful she wants to stay and take care of him. He should. He is. But not the couch. Not… Buck’s bed. His place. Their place.
“Oh.” She takes a step back and he should probably feel worse about the way she looks so dejected. “I, um, I understand. Talk tomorrow?”
“Yeah, talk tomorrow.” 
Tomorrow when I’ve had a chance to reset. When the twin alcohol and love hangovers have hopefully, finally died off. When I’m not seeing an endless mental projection reel of reminders like Or, y’know, you could have mine. Then why are you in hospital jail? Stay with me, Buck. Him choking on blood. You saved him. Abby. His fiancee is Abby. Showoff. My blood on him. Hey, Buck. You think you’re expendable. They’re all dead. I, uh, misunderstood the assignment. Three minutes and seventeen seconds. She sees me. It was a date. 
The front door clicks in the latch and he immediately turns the deadbolt, noting how his pulse drops to a debatably more normal range. He wants to settle on the couch, under the covers in his bed, both and neither all at the same time. In the end he migrates to the kitchen, which really shouldn’t surprise him. 
He runs his fingers over the backs of the chairs, circling around until he’s standing between the table and main counter. Am I one of the things that makes you sad? So now am I allowed to ask how you are? But you do eventually - you process it? 
Eddie turns toward the fridge, drawn to Shannon’s photo. He plucks it from under the magnet, running his thumb over the glossy print. 
“Can never quite get my timing down, can I?” He huffs out a wet chuckle. “God, I wish you were here right now. I could really use someone to talk to.” 
If it wasn’t after midnight he would probably drive himself to the cemetery to sit on the stone bench. To talk to someone that can’t talk back but would nonetheless tell him what an idiot he is. To unfairly water her grave with tears shed because he always thinks he has more time. You might have noticed I almost died. Again. And then I thought, this is it. This is the last day of my life. We’re all going to die alone. That’s what she said to me and Hen. 
Truthfully he’s not sure who he’s thinking of more — Shannon or Buck — as he slides to the floor, still clutching her picture, beginning to sob and shake as the words I love you so much flash like a neon reminder of his poor timing. Does it really matter? Because either way he’s missed his chance. 
But I guess it’s your mess now. 
Part 3 (Buck's POV)
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pigdemonart · 7 months
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La Luz de Mi Vida
This lovely couple are the parents of the los brujos boys, Marisol and Horacio. They are like the Morticia and Gomez of their little family. Perfectly in love and it’s terrible for everyone else witnessing it.
In the story neither of them seems to be present and its unclear if they’re even alive, but narurally as the main characters’ parents they’re very important! Marisol is the daughter of Dolores, therefore a bruja as well.
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watchyourbuck · 20 days
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I am a newer lurker in the fandom, and I would LOVE to know about what exactly Marisol's actress has done
I’m sure there’s post that explains it way better than I can right now, but basically she posted a transphobic joke on her Instagram stories, then proceeded to do a half assed apology when she was called out (one that had a picture of herself in the background). Also she continuously likes incredibly homophobic comments talking about Buck or Eddie and queerness — there’s actually a specific one going around on a screenshot where timeline shows that she basically already knew about Buck being bisexual.
Those are the things that I’m aware of, so there may be more, but in my books that’s enough to dislike her plenty.
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threepoint14art · 2 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DAUGHTER IT IS 1AM AND I HAVE WORK TOMORROW
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I AM SO MEAN TO HER IM SORRY
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sevensoulmates · 1 month
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But in another aspect for the writers to use Tommy that way as a plot device so buck can realize his feelings cause he’s not fully in it seems a bit cruel in a sense you know??
Yes, I totally get you! Like, from a storytelling perspective, it makes sense. Side characters are always a plot device to further the narrative of a main character. But looking at it from a human perspective, it's like, Tommy's a person too, and he doesn't deserve to be treated like nothing but a plot device! The same can be said for all of Buck and Eddie's love interests.
I'm about to say something controversial here, but I really felt for Marisol when she was talking about how men treat her differently when they find out about her almost being a nun. How it either turns them off immediately or it becomes a fetish. I can understand that as someone who can be considered a "late bloomer" romantically and sexually in life. It's one of my deepest fears as I get older that my lack of experience in that aspect will either be something that romantic partners my own age or older will find weird and not want to touch with an 8-foot-pole, or they'll find it arousing specifically because of my lack of experience. So I empathized with Marisol a lot here and I was happy Eddie made the decision to just say he needed some time to adjust instead of just ditching her immediately. I don't think this means they're lasting or endgame by any means, but I'm happy he's at least not making it a deal-breaker.
AND I'm happy that they ARE actually attempting to make Marisol a more fleshed-out character. Because at the end of the day, I don't think it matters how much of a fleshed-out character they make Marisol, Eddie's relationship will never feel completely right to either of them because Eddie's heart will never fully be in it, both because of his sexuality and because of his feelings for Buck.
I want the same for Tommy too. He obviously wants something real for himself, and I feel bad for him that it's obviously not going to be Buck. I can recognize that he's here for a purpose and also hope he finds something great for himself in the future simply on a human-to-human level.
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nurseguillermo · 2 months
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⚔️ CROSSED SWORDS — a past experience of my muse's TW: Child Abandonment
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fireh0es · 1 year
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This just in: Edy Ganem is a transphobic POS
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krysmcscience · 1 year
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Who ordered the post movie latte? It says 'Stinky Bastard Man' on the cup. I'd say Brown ordered it for White, but he's currently preoccupied with Impostor shaming. Any ideas, @crinklytinfoil? Or are you just gonna die laughing cuz I failed to resist my urge? ;)
Fun fact, this is the first time I've drawn Brown with eye shines - I always leave them out to give him a more hollow and lifeless appearance, lol :D
I also made his hair more reddish in accordance with descriptions, it's more auburn now. Auburn Plus, if you will.
And now, for a doodle comic that got way out of hand. I am putting it under a read-more because, uh. Bit of hinky stuff goin' on, cuz my sketches sorta ran away from me along with everything else about it, ahaha...
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...yeah O///O;
Anyway.
Green, you are such a pain in the ass to draw, ink, and color :)
I should have been asleep like three hours ago, lmao, I have work tomorrow today. Feel free to submit your own Impostor Shaming moments while I careen headlong into the nearest sleeping surface.
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diazevan · 1 year
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honestly can't believe that instagram story. I can't believe people actually think like that, it's just ugh.
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kittykichi · 2 years
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Drew a scene from the game I was in where the boss corrupts Marisol!
(Click for full view, please!!)
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manus-juan-asks · 1 year
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tw: scarring, blood, injury, violence (but not too much of it)
How Juan got his Scar
You may remember that I gave it a scar near his jawline. Now, I will tell you how he got it. Also, mention of the Leader, Marisol (will work on her and her family).
Note: Small text means that someone is talking. Color is indicated to know who is talking. Blue is Juan (He/It), Purple is Marisol (She/Her).
As they were alone, sitting by the lounge, the man worriedly asks about their plan to strike against other trainers.
"Don't you think that is too much, Mari?" as the gym leader feared.
"Nonsense. Besides, we'll be ready by then." she replied.
Marisol was eager to initiate her plan of brainwashing more trainers. She has already succeeded with the likes of Juan. Well, almost succeeded.
"Would you like some more wine, my dear?" she asked.
"No, thank you." it declined.
"Say, could you go and pick up some more ice? We're running out of it."
"Sure." as Juan stood up.
He went to the serving station to gather more ice blocks along with an ice pick. It was sharp but sturdy enough to break the ice into pieces.
"Here."
"Thank you, my dear."
The two of them continued to sip through their wine as the night continues to pass.
"Mari?" as Juan shifted his head to her. "What happens to those trainers that were brainwashed but... were somehow able to regain their memories?"
"Oh, them?" she replied. "They... they get a special treatment."
"S-special... treatment, you say?" as it raised a eyebrow.
"Yes, why don't you try it yourself."
The air began to slowly drop into a cold and unnerving state. Startled, Juan tries to leave the lounge as fast as he could. But to his dismay, the door was locked, forcing him to stay with her longer.
"All trainers who dare to defy Manus..." as she attacks and slashes at Juan's face. "...shall pay with their lives."
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He barely dodged her but he was cut. He could feel the drips of blood running down his jawline and onto the floor. He knew she was dangerous, but not as violent as it just saw.
"Do you understand...?" she smirked.
He was speechless. He couldn't even utter a word out of its mouth.
"Then, I'll take it as a yes then." she shrugged. "Very well, you may now rest, my dear."
As she left the room, he was all left alone, thinking to itself.
("W-what did I get myself into...!?)
- fin -
I hope you enjoy reading this! Until next time and happy asking! -Ferje
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starlingsim · 1 year
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avaline said WOAH WOAH WOAH?
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zayadriancas · 1 year
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Come As You Are Part 1
“Don’t get too crazy.”
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theo-salazar · 2 years
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Family Portraits Marisol Salazar, Theo Salazar, and Daniela Salazar
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