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alessiathepirate · 29 days

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Far Cry 6

EL CAZADOR Y LA PRESA: Vaas Montenegro x fem!reader

Summary: La Raja Bar - the place where two old acquaintances finally meet again...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

My Spanish isn't the best so if you find a word / phrase used in the wrong context or anything please let me know so I can improve :)

I can't believe I finally finished this piece, I've been working on it for such a long time. I think the Michael Mando brainrot helped a lot.

I hope you'll enjoy this <3

Warnings: swearing, my Spanish, referenced and mentioned violence, heavily suggestive themes, also mentioned and referenced plot of Far Cry 3 and 5

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Juan knew many people and he for sure knew his way around them.

He knew when and how to strike a great business deal, and how to get out on top with more intel and money than the other had initially offered.

But more often than not, when he got tired in the workshop, he just went out to have a drink or two - or more, it was almost always more - with an old friend. And he had many old friends. Some even more dangerous than the potentional business partners; many were ex-guerrillas, ex-CIA, ex-KGB, ex-terrorists... The list was endless.

She liked to join him sometimes; sitting down to try and make the stupid businessman talk or sitting down with a beer to listen to Juan and his old pal fool around.

That's what she planned on doing once again, after finishing a run for the man to steal some uranium from the last few remaining anti-aircraft sites. After taking the iron chest back to Zamok Archipiélago, she went straight up north, to La Raja Bar - where she knew she'll find the one and only Juan Cortez.

Arriving there though... a surprise was waiting for her there. A big fucking surprise. Juan wasn't the one sitting at the bar, waiting for her, already drunk. In fact, Juan wasn't anywhere in sight. Instead, she found an old friend there, hunched over with his elbows on the table.

She could still recognize him even after all those fucking years, even if the time had taken its toll on both of them.

And just by knowing who he was, she was sure he was the one Juan had met up with before leaving without telling her not to come.

And thank God he didn't tell her that.

"Holy shit!" she cursed as her lips turned upwards into a smile. "What's the fucking chance?"

The man turned around slowly - much slower than he did in the past -, but the very dangerous kind of calmness was still seen in the way his muscles moved. The look on his face upon realizing who was speaking to him, wasn't really surprised - she had never seen him being surprised at anything -, although it was close to it. She was pretty sure he had been going on with life like she had done, thinking they'd never see each other again. To be completely honest, for a time she believed he died - until she realized nothing could kill him, only himself.

"Long time no see, Jefe."

Vaas grinned and she took a seat right next to him, asking the bartender for two more beers. The old lady just cursed under her breath, but in the end, gave her what she asked for.

She gave one beer to Vaas and then took a sip from the other one.

"Fucking Hell, chica!" he took the bottle from her and gave her one of his signature little chuckles. "I thought the jungle ate you up alive."

"The jungle?" she questioned. "Like it had a fucking chance."

"It had one in the beginning."

They smiled at the other in a very twisted and scary way. The bartender chose to stay far away from them, and decided to mess with the old radio in the corner.

She liked knowing that nothing changed.

It all felt the same; the drinking, the talking, even the fucking looks... Although they had more scars - more than the ones they had given each other back then -, more grey hairs and a more serious drinking problem, it was as if they were back in some part of the Rook Islands, in a shitty bar.

She leand in more, her lips turning into an even wider smile, until it was a grin, and said: "It doesn't have one anymore, Jefe."

She carefully watched as his expression went through different phases. She could see the almost-smile as his lips twitched when she said that last word.

Jefe.

It was easy for her to tame him just by saying that. For some reason he liked to hear that word from her. Only her. She remembered all the times she had been tackled to the ground, rough fingers digging into her skin. It has always been easy to get what she wanted.

"I can fucking see that, chica."

His gaze was upon her knuckles, which were bruised. Small cuts littered her hands.

"Good for you." she said as she took another sip. "Nowadays not many people get to keep their eyes to look at me with."

Vaas chuckled.

"You still got your claws, tigre." his smile turned into a smirk. "No one broke them before, huh?"

"No one other than you." she teased. "Believe me, no one could do it better than you."

"Careful now, chica." his voice was just like hers, it had something to it - some teasing and some danger, just the things she liked. "You still think you can just run that mouth of yours without any consequences, ey?"

"I know I can't." her tone became low. "That's why it's fun."

Silence followed. The unsettling kind.

And then after a smirk, Vaas laughed.

And she felt as if she was on the Rook Islands again, being intentionally teased and angered, Vaas just chuckling at her reactions. But he had loved it more when she escaped. He loved her fight, he loved her nails more - enjoying when they broke his skin, leaving red lines behind. And in return, she got some thin cuts as well, mostly around her collarbone, making it impossible to hide them.

As they sat there, drinking and laughing, she wanted nothing more than to jump on him and leave marks behind again. And she was sure he wanted to do the same.

"So, what are you up to in Yara, chica?" he asked, his voice turning serious as much as it could. "Causing trouble again?"

"Sí, Jefe. Juan seemed to enjoy it so I decided to join in on the fun. Besides," she pulled down the neckline of her shirt so he could see the scar on her chest. "I got tired of Montana pretty quickly."

"Nice tattoo. You got more?"

"Only this one." she let go of her shirt. "You gave me better ones anyway."

"That I did chica."

She felt a chill run through her as he looked at her.

The want, or rather need was undeniable. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He needed her as much as she needed him.

They've been far away from sanity for a long time, and their shared insanity met them each and every time they chased the other again and again and again... She was never really sane, especially with Vaas around. He made her the person she has become. He made her want him more than she wanted anyone else.

She still remembered the time Vaas gave her the tattoo she knew he was referring too. They went out to hunt - in reality he just wanted to see her face when she hit a living, moving animal; he wanted her to know she was the one who killed it. And she shot - perfectly. She only had to give the doe one more bullet to put it down and as soon as the animal was dead, her chest started to raise and fall quickly. Yet she didn't have time to think, because one of his arms was around her waist, pulling her close. His face was burried in the crook of her neck as he laughed.

"Ahora ya no eres presa, chica." he had said. "Eres la cazadora." and his teeth broke the skin on her neck.

She had asked what it meant, not quite understanding Spanish back then.

Vaas chuckled, but translated it.

"You just became the hunter, chica. You are not prey anymore." his nose touched her ear and her breathing hitched. "Mi pequeña cazadora."

Mi. She knew that meant 'my'. And from the way he acted she knew he liked that idea. He liked it a lot.

And then his fingers grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulled it up and his knife cut into her skin. Droplets of blood ran down her hip, making her jeans red. She whimpered and grabbed onto his arm, trying to get it away, but he wouldn't move.

The letter V he had carved into her that day could still be seen just above her hip. She thought about touching it - like she always did when she was thinking about him -, but held herself back.

He didn't need to know how much she enjoyed the thought of that scar.

She finished her beer. He did too. She thought about asking for another, but since the bartender wasn't anywhere in sight, she decided against it.

She didn't know what to say.

She wanted him and she was sure he felt the same, but after all those years they both became tame. It was actually surprising to not hear him shout orders.

In the end she reached into her pocket to pay for the drinks, but just as she was about to throw the money on the counter, Vaas grabbed her wrist. Out of reflex her other hand was immediatelly on the knife which was attached to the back of her belt. Vaas just grinned.

'Good reflexes, chica.' she could hear his voice in her head.

She raised one of her eyebrows.

"No need for that, cazadora." uncomfortable tingles ran through her at the nickname and at the touch. "The puta won't ask for money. I made sure of that."

She looked at him with excitement.

Her hand let go of her knife and she concentrated on the feeling of him holding onto her wrist, almost crushing the bones.

Cazadora. He remembered, didn't he? Of course he did. He remembers fucking everything. Especially the things he had done in the past.

She knew he made her. In the jungle, in the heat. Every single time she fought him and he cut her, he made sure she'll become something else. Something... loco.

And every time she let him tackle her, cut her, kiss her and bite her, she let him form her into the insane bitch she has become.

Mi pequeña cazadora. She remembered that day in the jungle when they were hunting the doe. She remembered the dull pain when he drew the V into her skin. She remembered his breath on her skin and his grin when she leaned into him, accepting her own insanity next to his.

She felt the need grow in the pit of her stomach as Vaas held onto her.

Perhaps they weren't too old to hunt again.

"You make me fucking crazy Jefe." she said as she dropped the money, letting it fall, the coins rolling far away.

And soon they were on each other. Hands roaming free, teeth biting lips. His thumb found the letter V above her hip and she whined.

She let herself be tackled, she let him break the skin with his teeth.

No matter how different she has become, next to Vaas she didn't want to be a hunter.

Not when it was too enjoyable to be the prey.

#vaas montenegro x reader #vaas montenegro x fem!reader #alessiathepirate #far cry 6 #far cry 3 #far cry x reader

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vestaignis · 7 months

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Саммеццано — красивейший замок Италии. Sammezzano is the most beautiful castle in Italy.

Замок Саммеццано (Castello di Sammezzano), расположенный в регионе Тоскана, на территории коммуны Реджелло, на окраине Флоренции и рядом с городком Леччио (Leccio) (Италия).Замок был построен в 780 году и за долгое своё существование принадлежал многим знатным семьям.

Имение Саммеццано до 1488 года принадлежало флорентийской семье Гуалтьеротти, затем усадьбой завладели Биндо Альтовити и Джованни де Медичи. В 1564 году великий князь Козимо I установил вето на охоту и ловлю рыбы на обширной территории, прилегающей к замку, а заем преподнес в дар имение своему сыну Фердинанду, будущему великому герцогу Тосканы.

В начале XVII века усадьба была куплена королем Хименеcом Арагонским, а затем в 1816 перешла по наследству к семье Панчиатики в 1816. Именно маркиз Фердинандо Панчиатики Хименес Арагонский между 1853 и 1889 затеял реконструкцию усадьбы в необычный и привлекательный замок, выполненный в мавританском стиле, увлеченный восточным искусством, получившим широкое распространение в Западном Средиземноморье между концом одиннадцатого пятнадцатого века. Если фасад замка Саммеццано напоминает индийский мавзолей Тадж-Махал, то его внутренние украшения навеяны дворцом Альгамбра в Гранаде. Многочисленные и все абсолютно разные залы замка поражают роскошью отделки: среди них выделяются Павлиний зал , Зеркальный зал, зал Лилий, Белый зал и небольшая часовня, поражающие взгляд невероятным сочетанием ярких цветов. Всего замок насчитывает 365 комнат, по одной на один день года.

На сегодня, как ни прискорбно об этом говорить, роскошный замок Саммеццано продолжает пребывать в состоянии заброшенности. Формально замок находится в фазе реставрации, однако фактически работы в замке не ведутся.О нём заботятся волонтёры, и экскурсии в нём проводятся крайне редко.

Sammezzano Castle (Castello di Sammezzano), located in the Tuscany region, in the territory of the commune of Reggello, on the outskirts of Florence and near the town of Leccio (Italy). The castle was built in 780 and over its long existence belonged to many noble families. The Sammezzano estate belonged to the Florentine Gualtierotti family until 1488, then Bindo Altoviti and Giovanni de' Medici took possession of the estate. In 1564, Grand Duke Cosimo I vetoed hunting and fishing in the vast area surrounding the castle, and a loan gifted the estate to his son Ferdinand, the future Grand Duke of Tuscany.

At the beginning of the 17th century, the estate was purchased by King Jimenez of Aragon, and then in 1816 it was inherited by the Panciatici family in 1816. It was the Marquis Ferdinando Panciatici Jimenez of Aragon, between 1853 and 1889, who began the reconstruction of the estate into an unusual and attractive castle, made in the Moorish style, fascinated by the oriental an art that became widespread in the Western Mediterranean between the end of the eleventh and fifteenth centuries.

If the façade of Sammezzano Castle is reminiscent of the Indian mausoleum of the Taj Mahal, its interior decorations are inspired by the Alhambra Palace in Granada. The numerous and all completely different halls of the castle amaze with the luxury of decoration: among them, the Peacock Hall, the Hall of Mirrors, the Hall of Lilies, the White Hall and a small chapel stand out, striking the eye with an incredible combination of bright colors. In total, the castle has 365 rooms, one for each day of the year.

Today, no matter how sad it is to say, the luxurious Sammezzano Castle continues to be abandoned. Formally, the castle is in the restoration phase, but in fact no work is being carried out in the castle. Volunteers take care of it, and excursions are held extremely rarely.

Источник: http://italia-ru.com/page/zamok-sammetstsano-mavritanskii-oazis-serdtse-renessansnoi-toskany,

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vesperlionheart · 4 months

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My AO3 list of authored fairy tale & fantasy stories that I'm proud of. ➊ = oneshots 🅒 = Complete. ☼ = Long Read (over 30K)

↔ Uchiha Shelf • Akatsuki • Konoha • Other

Nightmare Eden: Let Me Wrap My Teeth around the World 🅒 ☼ Rated T - Sakura/Itachi, Sakura/Shisui, Sakura/Madara Summary: Sakura is slowly starving to death and a dhampir with a plane shift key to a nightmare domain is her best hope for subverting damnation. She'll hold hands with Itachi for as long as she needs to in order to get what she wants, but she might not be able to let go.

Castle Zamok ➊🅒 Rated T - Sakura/Itachi Summary: Sakura finds a castle at the end of the world in her search for answers, Itachi reluctantly opens the door.

Lindworm & the Tam Lin Love a Changling 🅒 Rated T - Sakura/Madara & Sakura/Hashirama Summary: Sakura travels as a curse breaker across the land, doing what she can to put some peace back into the world. She doesn't think much of it when she breaks the curse on a lesser dragon or a fae knight, but maybe she should have.

The Black Bull ➊🅒 Rated T - Sakura/Madara Summary: (Based on the classic Scottish fairytale The Black Bull of Norroway.) Sakura is a little girl who finds out her soulmate is a black bull and not the easiest creature to love, but she's not one to let glass mountains or demons keep her from following her heart.

Sugarplum 🅒 Rated T- Sakura/Itachi Summary: "They will use you up, and love you all the while, until there is nothing left of the girl you used to be." Sakura had been a chosen one, once upon a time, but that was years ago, and all the magic has left her. Still, the world calls her back and she has a new role in supporting the next girl savior many years her junior. ItaSakuSaso

The Choosing ➊🅒 Rated T - Sakura/Itachi Summary: Sakura is a monarch set to marry one of the Uchiha princes to unify their countries. She anticipates being told what to do, but doesn't anticipate the choice she is given. “I know it’s already been arranged, but let me do this properly…Will you marry me?”

Salt, Paper, Rage 🅒 Rated T - Sakura/Itachi Summary: Sakura is set on her journey to be the dragon slayer the Uchiha kingdom needs in order to get the recognition she so desperately desires. Along the way, she earns more than she bargained for.

RED KING ☼ Rated T -Sakura/Shisui Sakura/Madara Summary: In the wild country where it never snows but always freezes, the Red King marches his armies against the White Tsar. That is why Sakura is swept away from the lonely streets and the empty barracks into a car with a bastard prince and a promise of redemption, but if only she can face the demons that chased her in the first place and be what the king needs in his war.

Snow-Walker 🅒 ☼ Rated T - Sakura/Kagami Uchiha Summary: In the frozen north where spring never comes the white goddess Kaguya rules on high and all the eligible young girls in the city must be tested by her Rabbits to see if they are compatible with her magic. The lucky few are granted positions in her temples, as clerics to the Many Faced Moon. Sakura is a lower level cleric serving under the Hyuga matriarch, struggling to rise above in ways that seem to come so easily to those with noble blood and pearl colored eyes. It takes her twice as long to learn half as much because of her commoner blood, but what she lacks in magic she makes up for in a myriad of ways. Some said she was as keen as a devil and twice as pretty. When she is caught tampering with a Hyuga’s branch seal she is saved from death only because the law forbids executions of those with the Kaguya magic, thus she is banished to the frozen wastes to die on her own from the elements. But Sakura doesn’t plan on dying. Someone managed to share with her the secrets of Kaguya’s progeny and the source of her powers. Now Sakura has to find these grandkids and their tribe to help her bring down a tyrant in white.

Heartstrings (on my Fingers) Rated T Sakura/Madara & Sakura/Izuna Summary: All the legends say you should never kill a golden Zmey, but all Sakura has is her hunger and her debts so why not curse herself so others might live? Even if her curse lasts through multiple lifetimes, Sakura is willing to pay the price, whatever it may be.

Selkie ➊🅒 Rated E - Sakura/Itachi Summary: Once upon a time she fell in love with a creature from a fairytale. It didn't go well, and so, years later, he's desperate for another chance with the island's fairy doctor.

The Golden Bridle ➊🅒 Rated: T - Sakura/Madara Summary: Sakura knows what it feels like to be trapped in chains, so she can't help but want to set everything free, even if it ends up being dangerous for her later on. She didn't know what the consequences would be for freeing such an old fashioned kelpie.

Jealous gods 🅒 Rated M - Sakura/Itachi & Sakura/Kakashi Summary: When a coup takes the lives of the king and the rest of the royal family, Sakura, the sole surviver, escapes to the edge of the world with Kakashi to strike a bargain with an old god. Her worship in exchange for his power. She's warned he's a dark and jealous god, but that's not enough to sway her. “Let me wear your name like a kiss on my throat, let me roam the world with the freedom of your patronage. The earth is your alter and I am the incense that beckons you here. Make me new."

Uchiha • ↔ Akatsuki Shelf • Konoha • Other

Obelisk Series Eventual Sakura/Sasori Kingdom of Man: Rated T🅒☼ Kingdom of Beasts: Rated T🅒☼ Kingdom of Monsters: Rated M🅒☼ Kingdom of Gods: Rated M🅒☼

Meiji Frankenstein ➊ 🅒 Rated M - Sakura/Sasori/Hidan Summary: “It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.” ― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

The Dancing Fields ➊🅒 Rated: T - Sakura Deidara Summary: Sakura stepped into the wrong fairy circle and ended up trapped in the fae courts where people are compelled to dance themselves to death-if they're not keen enough to find a way around the manners of their captors that is. Deidara is a 'friendly' fae who she finds on her side more and more often. It wouldn't be wise to fall in love.

Spoken with Silver ➊🅒 Rated: T - Sakura/ Deidara Summary: Sakura considered her predicament unique even though she knew she was far from the first girl to be sacrificed for the sake of a parent’s foolish exaggerations. Fairytale AU spin on Rumpelstiltskin

Let the World Fall Down ➊🅒 Rated T - Sakura/Sasori & Sakura/Itachi Summary: Naruto gets lost on the roads between worlds and Sakura has to set out to save her friend and bring him back from a land with fae kings and goblin cities. This isn't her first trip through a labyrinth, yet the echoes of her childhood adventures seek to ripple back on her in strange new ways. A broken king under her power, a shackled prince seeking her aid, and an upside-down world that continues to fall-Let it all come down.

Snowflake (A Mad Girl's Love Song) ➊🅒 Rated T: Sakura/Sasori Summary: Sakura must brave the dreams that were left to rot into nightmares to save her friend's student after an accident with a world transfer scroll. The world she has to brave is one she's not faced in seven years, and it's grown a bit more wicked and wild in her absence. What once began as a young girl's fairytale dream, with dancing snowflakes, sugar horses, candy castles, and dashing nutcracker princes, now is so much more.

His Rose and Her Thorn ➊🅒 Rated: T - Sakura/Sasori Summary: Sakura is dying from a curse and the only way to survive it seems to be shedding her humanity. What else could she do after earning the love of a god? “The moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be.”

Thief King Sasori ➊🅒 Rated: T Sakura/Sasori Summary: Thief King Sasori anticipates a desert mouse for a wife, but his cunning grandmother has other plans for the ambitious thief with this arranged marriage. “So you’re my future bride? You’re not what I expected at all.”

Lady of the Blackthorn Trees 🅒 Rated M - Sakura/Sasori Summary: Sasori has lost his home, his throne, and much of his will to live when he catches a good look at the sorceress he'd gladly burn for.

Seven Wonders ➊🅒 Rated: T - Sakura/Sasori Summary: Sakura saves a cursed black cat but can't break the curse on her own. She'll need to take him back to her master for that, but it seems like this Black Cat has plans of his own

Between Jupiter and Mars ➊🅒 Rated: M - Sakura/Kisame & Sakura/Hidan Summary: Sakura is something like a paranormal investigator caught between two haunting forces.

Urban Gods 🅒 Rated: M Sakura/Hidan Summary: Sakura, a blood witch, needs to revive a mad god in order to escape the rain god's attention. She's worked so hard for so long to put him back together, piece by piece, but will this resurrected god be worth the trouble (or the headache)?

Uchiha • Akatsuki • ↔ Konoha Shelf • Other

Stag ➊🅒 Rated T - Sakura/Tobirama Summary: He was a wizard with a tower and a set of rules he should never break. Sakura was a girl with just a bit of budding magic he decides he can't ignore. Some things were made to be broken.

Songbird ➊🅒 Rated: T -Sakura/Kakashi Summary: Sakura's family is in debt and she is determined to save them from the money lenders with a risky plan that involves gathering the feathers of a thunderbird to make into a wedding dress. Things did not go according to plan.

Scarecrow Dragon ��🅒 Rated: G - Sakura/ Kakashi Summary: “We all have secrets,” Sakura breathed.

A Confluence of Stars 🅒 ☼ Rated T - Sakura/Choji & Sakura/Nii Yugito Summary: With the war over between two princedoms, Sakura, a sniper, returns home to celebrate Confluence with her grandmother, the local Story Keeper. She had expected it to be nothing more than just another celebration when the star rivers overlapped and the poor people partied. But, along with the rest of the world, Sakura soon realizes that Confluence did more than just give people a reason to celebrate. A wicked new world filled with monsters and magic straight from Baba's tales spills into theirs, and Sakura is forced to turn to her rifle and her stories to make sense of it.

Gas Station 🅒 Rated: Sakura/Sasuke, Sakura/Naruto, Sakura/Sai, Sakura/Kakashi Summary: Three stowaways make Sakura's job a little more difficult than she bargained for. They say they know it will be worth her while, but she has a hard time believing one gas station could make up for all the trouble she has to put up with as she drives three escaped harem boys across the red, red world.

Uchiha • Akatsuki • Konoha • ↔ Other Shelf

Touken Revolution 🅒☼ Rated: T - Sakura/Kisame, Sakura/Zabuza, Sakura/Haku Summary: Sakura could hear the voices in the steel long before she knew what this meant. Years later she's nearly killed for this reason and is sent running out of the Land of Fire and into the neighboring country of Water for refuge. But her life is still not safe and very well never will be considering that's she's one of the only Sages alive, a person with the power to animate the nonliving as human soldiers. In her hands blades become warriors more fantastically loyal than any human born legion. She's a dangerous player in the world of warring shoguns, but all she wants to do is dirty her hands and make beautiful blades in the forge. In order to stay alive Sakura animates several Kiri treasured blades and is a little surprised with what happens next.

The Spirit of the Oasis ➊🅒 Rated: T - Sakura/Gaara Summary: Gaara doesn't believe in the fairytales the elders spin, but when his siblings go off into the desert chasing one, he isn't far behind. Along the way he might just meet someone who helps him believe.

The Enchanted Snake ➊🅒 Rated: T - Sakura/Orochimaru Summary: “I came for you,” she laughed when she recognized the beautiful saffron color of his eyes. “Please don’t leave me again.”

#it is not lost on my how many of these are Uchiha pairings #I have a type I guess #I know what I like #I should do more with other pairings #my writing #my fanfiction #fanfiction #Ao3 #this is my looking back and reflecting on how far I've come #and what I'm proud of #what I love #I love writing AUs #Sakura #I made a gif for this

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marykk1990 · 6 months

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My next post in support of Ukraine is:

Next site, Sharivs'kyy Zamok (Shariv Castle) near Kharkiv in Kharkiv Oblast. It's located about 38 miles from Kharkiv. Its foundation was laid in 1700, but the building itself has been rebuilt three times by three different owners. It's now empty and hasn't been restored, but it is still an awesome castle. There's also a park around the castle, which in turn is surrounded by forest. Here's a link about the castle with more info and pictures.

#StandWithUkraine

#SlavaUkraïni 🇺🇦🌻

#Stand With Ukraine #Slava Ukraïni 🇺🇦 🌻

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louiegrimaldi · 2 years

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The theme for the evening at The Mind’s Eye was gold. If you weren’t adorned with intricate gold leaves like a Grecian goddess, covered in the jewels of an ancient Pharaoh or wrapped in sparkling golden fabrics like a royal princess, you weren’t getting in—regardless of whether you had solved the obnoxious riddle at the secret passageway, or not. It wasn’t that Louie didn’t enjoy the theatrics, but the event was mostly to distract from the fact that a certain, very rare magical artefact was being traded that very evening. It’s recipient a wanted felon, at that. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for something illegal to be happening at the illusive jazz bar that might land him in Zamok, but Louie wanted to make enough of a spectacle that no one would much care about a dusty old box being traded in the corner of the room.

The dancer’s lifted their arms, swishing the lengths of gold chiffon that coated their arms as the singer swelled in chorus. The saxophone player accompanied him, and Louie slipped through the busy bar to take a seat. All seemed to be going smoothly, as expected. The Mind’s Eye wouldn’t have been such a success if Louie didn’t seem to get away with everything. “What’s not to like?” Louie asked the stranger, who he thought he had heard muttering something about their golden attire, and passed them a drink of something as equally gold in colour.

#vievecorcitystarter

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sztupy · 1 year

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Hogy van a vármegye angolul?

Pest Castle Country?

Somogyboroughshire?

Sir Caer Komárom?

Royal Borsodburgh?

És a többi nyelven?

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judassamara · 7 months

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location: vicium status: open (@vievecorcitystarters)

They were starting to realise just how long it had been since they'd been with someone. He wanted to act like it wasn't a big deal and didn't bother them, it was starting to be too much to ignore. Somehow, they'd had better luck while they were still locked up in Zamok than since they had been released. That was why he was making the choice to put himself out there in Vicium. They were familiar enough with the place to feel comfortable.

They started by getting themselves a drink and taking in the crowd around them. It certainly was a busy night, the room filled with the sounds of music and voices. Judas was keeping to themselves for now, at least until he realised he could feel eyes on them and they turned to meet the gaze of the person looking their way.

"I promise I don't bite without permission."

#have a cute gif of this dumbass dancing #vievecorcitystarter

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levithestripper · 2 years

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Zamok Archipiélago—Far Cry 6

Barracuda Hunting Spot

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daphnemontagu · 2 years

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While the majority of the Sister’s of the Night were concerned with finding the perpetrator of the spirit party, Daphne had taken it upon herself to point out that they weren’t the only species at possible risk, and that measures should be taken to ensure that humans weren’t put at further risk or caught in the crossfires while the tensions between the species rose.

Things had been mostly quiet in Chissob Hills forest, aside from a conversation with a very grumpy werewolf, she had spent the last few hours mostly listening to the sounds of werewolves heavy paws dashing through the earth in the far-off distance. Most of the nightclubs would have closed and people safely off home by this point and so Daphne decided it was time to take herself home. The vampire always preferred to walk rather than take animal form and so Daphne started out of the forest. She took her time, enjoying the night air and the stars, before she felt lengths of shadows at each side of her, snaking slowly between the trees and unsettling the earth. She turned, eye settling in on the figure of a woman.

“Nimrata,” Daphne greeted, her jaw tightening as she recognised the demon. “I see your time at Zamok has come to an end.” She observed calmly, though the feeling the woman’s presence brought about was anything but calm. “You don’t stop fighting the good fight, do you Montagu?”The demon hissed. Suddenly, black filled the forest floor, twisting around Daphne’s arm and throwing her across the forest and into the nearest tree with the sound of cracking bone. Daphne hissed, fangs immediately protruding from her gums as she picked herself up from the dirt. Her body working to jam her ribs back into place.

“You cannot be so stupid to risk your freedom, again, Nimrata.” Daphne warned, though the demons laugh was like ice in her veins as she was suddenly before her again. “Why? Seeing how many ways I can break that pretty golden rule of yours will be the most satisfying,” She broke her words by smacking Daphne hard enough to break open her lip, that quickly healed, “But seeing how badly I can hurt Saint Montagu will do for starters.” The demon grinned and circled her hand around Daphne’s throat. The vampire felt for the knife in her pocket, using it to slash a deep wound across the demons middle. For a moment she doubled over, but when she uncurled, the blood from her wound had manifested into a long, spear like object. “Thank you. I had almost forgotten how to use this.” The demon offered a sweet smile before driving the weapon through Daphne’s middle until it hit the tree behind her and Daphne let out a disturbing scream into the forest.

@layla-kassin

#tw: violence #Layla: the forest #(I wrote you a whole ass essay to set this up - no need to match! also I’ll jump back in with gifs a bit later <3)

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alessiathepirate · 2 months

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FAR CRY 6

IT WASN'T THE ONLY COPY: Juan Cortez x fem!reader

Summary: Since Juan forced her to stay on the couch until her wound is fully healed, she had to find something interesting to do.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

My Spanish isn't the best so if you find a word / phrase used in the wrong context or anything please let me know so I can improve :)

Warnings: swearing, referenced violence

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Ever since she got hurt back in Isla Santuario, Juan forced her into safety, not letting her engage in any fight at all. And even though it felt nice to know he cared for her that much, staying behind while the others took care of the dirty work - the fun work - quickly became boring and a bit annoying.

Even after they got back to Zamok Archipiélago, she still had to stay behind and let Dani go after the Monteros alone. Nor Clara, nor Juan wanted her to run around - even though the Jefa was still doing that with a not fully healed bullet wound.

The furthest place Juan let her go to, was his office - otherwise she had to rest on the couch above it, slowly rotting away. After she kept on insisting, he finally let her help him work on resolvers and supremos, while they shared a glass of alcohol. That's where she put together the small lamp, what she could attach to books and read comfortably - because the lighting 'upstairs' was shit.

Juan was out again - getting more alcohol to drink or cigars to smoke most likely, because those past few weeks he barely left her side. So she spent her time doing something more fun than getting crazy on the damn couch - she was reading with her back against the pillow and her legs stretched out to not put pressure on her stomach.

She was already halfway through it when she heard the footsteps, and they got closer and closer until she could clearly see Juan, who was on his way toward her with a bottle of whisky.

She put her book aside. A great bottle of whisky was a rarity in Yara.

"Back already?" she asked with a smile as she sat up carefully, making some space for Juan on the couch.

"Sí. Jefa needed some help with the comms, but I still got something for you." he explained as he sat down.

"Finally some good whisky." she said happily as she leaned forward to rest her chin on Juan's shoulder while he poured some alcohol for the both of them. "Does Clara need help with anything? And how's Dani doing in Madrugada?"

"Don't worry about it cariño, they can take care of themselves."

"I can take care of myself too." she explained, wanting to get out and do something fun.

"I know you can." she took one glass from him. "But until you're ready to go out and fuck Castillo's shit up again, you'll stay here and get drunk with me."

She drank up the whisky, enjoying the taste it left in her mouth, then let Juan light up a cigar.

"I just wanna go out and shoot at some FND assholes."

"Sí, corazón, I want that too and I can't wait for you try the resolver weapons I put together for you, but a good guerrilla is never impatient."

She raised her eyebrows. "That's not even a rule!"

"It is."

"No, it's not!"

"It is when you're such a loca guerrilla who wants to run around with a wound like that." he gave her his cigar, sharing it with her as he looked at her stomach what was still covered in bandages under one of Juan's shirts.

"I don't want to run around, I just want to help."

"And you'll help by being Juan's asistente in the office."

She gave the cigar back to Juan and put her chin back on his shoulder. His free arm hugged her close, being surprisingly gentle.

"Fine. I can take a few more days." she agreed. "As long as I'll be your asistente."

She pulled her legs up, getting closer to Juan, trying to enjoy his presence. He'll get back to his office soon - he always does, so she tried to enjoy every minute being close to him while he smoked.

Her movement made the book move as well. That was the reason why Juan noticed it in the first place, just as he finished his cigar.

"Is that my book?"

She grabbed it and gave it to him. The small lamp she put together was still on it.

"Yeah. I wanted to read something interesting while I was healing."

"I thought I destroyed the last copy of it when that hijo de puta called the FND on me at the bar."

"I put one aside." she explained. "You talked about Kyrat a lot, but you never mentioned the KGB before. Or the Colombian guerrillas."

"If I talk about them now will you sit on your ass 'til you're fine?"

She chuckled.

"You make it sound like I'm annoying you."

"You're never annoying me, cariño. But your damn stubbornness does."

"If I wasn't this stubborn," she began as she pressed a kiss into the crook of his neck. "I wouldn't be dating Juan Cortez. So you better love my stubbornness too, mi amor."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. She sighed, breathing in his presence and took his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers.

"Did you make this?" he asked, referring to the lamp.

"Yeah. You had some scrap around so I got creative."

"That's why you're my favourite asistente." he praised and her heart fluttered. "So where were you?"

"I was reading abbout the Colombian guerrillas when you came in."

So Juan started to talk about it. And the next thing too what came up in his book -- and the next... He spoke and she listened. They drank up their whisky and smoked a few more cigars.

When Juan was around to talk to and listen to, she didn't mind at all that he was so damn protective of her.

#juan cortez x reader #juan cortez x fem!reader #far cry x reader #far cry 6 #juan cortez

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