fanatical ;

lucas xavier solano velasco / 112 / lycan (former volatile) / lupo pack

[sietegotas]

Queen of the South || Season 2

[la-ermitana]

I wanna hear you say it. 

El Final [5x10]

James hair appreciation requested by @ohscrumptious​

[spageddy]

mad respect for our men in stem (sewing, tidying up, errand running, making dinner)

[qotsgifs]

James Valdez: 5x03 “No Te Pierdas La Cabeza”

[sleipnirx]

starter for: open, @senatusstarters where: all fours horse girl fact: beer is given to horses to treat anhidrosis, thanks big john the draft horse from tiktok

Horses and beer were this longstanding tradition; there was some rumor in the pipeline that came about that beer was good for their health, obviously the horse turned man started that rumor because this shit was good. All Fours needed to work on it, the fact that it was warm wasn't the end of the world, but it was certainly pungent. Herløv sipped a beer, nodding his head as someone approached the bar; it was completely wild and unruly in this damned place so the horse did what he did best and stepped into the position of bartender; AKA the ear, the gossip, the horse. "Buy a beer, you get a free snack to go with it." He wouldn't mind if this person decided on something else entirely, but after a few rounds warm beer went down effortlessly.

[howlinglucas]

"You smell like horse," he said. No hello, no how are you, no order. Lucas had been raised on a farm in Mexico long after the Spanish conquistadors - they'd had horses. He'd spend his time outs mucking out the stables but he remembered how much he liked to brush them. Smell was the human sense most connected to memory and this smell brought him back in time so harshly that it was all he could think about when he stood there.

"Is the snack horse jerky, or something? Not that I'm complaining. I was in the military once... we got desperate." He said so as-a-matter-of-fact rather than a sad memory. He'd cannibalized fellow lycans at one point - eating weird things wasn't beyond Lucas.

[cicran]

"I did." And he missed Marisol but wasn't surprised in the slightest that she'd been the one to do what she did. Loving, selfless, a bit of a lovable goofball. There'd been a time where he'd thought that she wasn't going to take the job seriously but then he'd heard her talk about her son. Whatever spirits that had been ferried by her were lucky. "She loves you." Not past tense, it's said fondly, almost wistful because he has his own wife and child buried back in Ireland and it didn't matter how much time passed, he still cared for them. Giving a slight shake of his head, he looks from the statue to Marisol's son and he can't imagine how painful all of this has been for him. "Lucas, right? I'm Ciaran. I worked with her for a time." Just as he worked with all of the reapers, but he and Marisol had been parents, they'd bonded over that.

[howlinglucas]

Lucas nodded to his name. "A Reaper," he mused, though it was void of the usual energy and curiousity he might have had. "Another servant of Tiamat." Still, there was a spark more life in his eyes as Lucas considered the fact he might learn more of his mother's second life through those that she might have cared for and who cared for her too.

"How long did you know her... Ciaran?"

[ssweeneys]

James being so pure

[floratitus]

There's a sad smile that curves on her lips because she thinks he's being damn brave about this, her cheeks turn a little pink at what great heart lies underneath that exterior, it's funny sometimes the way she hears the pack talk about him is so different than the man she's become intimate with. She keeps waiting for that moment where he launches into the most wild theories, turns into the Fanatic and loses his sense but all she's ever seen from him is a wolf that she agrees with and backs up. Even when he peed on that fire hydrant last week, she swatted the back of his head after letting out a howl of laughter -- she rarely deviates from the pack and is use to outrageous shenanigans, always being the first to challenge the others to a drinking contest at a party. "It might not help much but you were lucky to have such a loving mom. My parents were never sober and when I left, all I mourned was what could have been."

It's why the wolves have always been family, come what may. The bite was a gift and she has never felt alone with the pack by her side, she only wants to do right by them. "That doesn't demand that much of my energy, it's been easy to love the pack. It's as natural as breathing or the moons call, what you're going through is important and does matter."

[howlinglucas]

"Imagine being so stupid you lose the chance to get to know you," he muttered with a smile. Her parents were likely the height of stupidity but Lucas would never be more grateful to anyone else for doing something they likely didn't mean to do. They had brought to the world a she-wolf among sheep, queen among women, and their daughter surpassed anything that they ever were or were likely ever destined to be. The Gods blessed the most unlikely. Whether or not the pack saw these things the way the Fanatic did, Lucas believed that universe and its most powerful sentient beings were aware of so many things they themselves brought forth. Fate, Gods, manifestations of powerful emotions. He grew tired of preaching to non-believers, and he didn't wish to turn into the cult-members that had destroyed him, but while the Fanatic was quieter than he'd been decades ago, Lucas still prayed to the Lunar Lady and the King of Gods. Now he prayed that they would look favorably upon Flora if they weren't looking favorably upon him right now.

He stood up, hand coming to rest gently on Flora's cheek. "I came to you almost a year ago because you fought like chaos, Flora Titus. Wolves follow strength but I would follow you to the ends of the realm if you never howled at the moon or lifted a claw ever again... Luckily I don't have to if you have enough strength to let me borrow some right now." He grinned. "Thank you."

[emissaryalder]

who?: @howlinglucas where?: the fairgrounds

^*^

Alder liked to perpetuate an accessible reputation for himself. He served at the behest of all of Lupercal. His magic was meant to help after all.

While Alder wanted to maintain his reputation as a witch in service to all of Lupercal, he still had a bad habit of disproportionately giving his attention to certain residents. Those with exceptional power or enticing reputations themselves. Lucas possessed both. "C'mon, I promise to stop being so cryptic once we get there," he says cheerily, leading the lycan across the fairgrounds. Alder still attempted to maintain the facade that the other was roped into his experiment due to coincidence. Lucas had collided into Alder and caused him to spill important ingredients after all. A small favor is a fair price to make it up to one of the city's emissaries. "You should get excited. This is prep for the festival. Well, everything for the next few weeks is. I'm incredibly excited to meet our new alpha. Isn't the build-up to Lupercalia supposed to be a happy time for you?"

[howlinglucas]

He really liked the witch, and that was saying something because Lucas despised and distrusted most witches with a passion. It had taken much time for the lycan to warm up to Alder. But that time and seeing how much the Emissary helped than had eventually led to a bond, as Lucas cared for nothing more than he did the lycans. Anyone who helped them was a good part of his cause and Alder apparently had liked him enough to have the patience to deal with his tempers. That was also a plus in Lucas' book; people rarely had the patience for him outside his pack and it went both ways with him and his patience too.

"Sure is," he said, but it lacked some of the energy that he meant for it to have. Lucas noted that and he sighed. "Well, it would be. I'm going through some shit right now, witch, I'm still trying to pump myself up. The best time of the year this is... maybe I just need it to be Lupercalia already. I could do with some good old-fashioned fights outside, down in the dirt and sun. Dantes' is getting old."

[cicran]

Person: @howlinglucas Location: Near the statues of the 6

He knows exactly who it is before he gets a good look at his face. It’s all said in the way his head is bowed, shoulders slumped as he stands before Marisol’s statue. He’s there for the same reason, to see her. “You don’t ever really expect it to happen.” Ciaran says almost absently to the wolf as they stand there, his hands clasped behind his back. The likeness on the statue to Marisol Velasco is perfect and there’s this pang in his chest upon seeing it every time. “It happens to everyone and yet we’re never really ready.” They never had enough time, he figured the son of the reaper he’d held in high esteem agreed with the sentiment.

[howlinglucas]

It was nearly Lupercalia and Lucas was finally learning how to take on his day-to-day life without feeling far too heavy over his mother's re-death. It was a slow process, and it certainly wasn't linear, but he felt the excitement of the upcoming event was giving him enough reason to be distracted and eager for something. He came to the statues for the first time in days to tell Marisol as much - even if he said the words just in his head.

"You knew her?" Lucas' brows furrowed as he turned to the stranger. It was than that the lycan took the time to pay attention, his senses honing in on the similarities between what his mother had been and this man.

[priquintana-deactivated20241209]

The arm ™

[mendozavaldez]

QUEEN OF THE SOUTH • 1.04 Lirio de los Valles

[la-dahlia]

QUEEN OF THE SOUTH | 2x04

[qotsgifs]

James Valdez: 5x05 “Mas Dinero Mas Problemas”

[hearthstonc]

"Is that even a question?" There is a growling quality to her words, even as she sits next to Lucas and sips at her mulled wine. It's harder, to control the wolf next to the pack she spent those long ten years with, but she manages. Barely, but she has to. They are in the middle of the city and it's too risky not to manage, too risky to lose the modicum of control she has fought to regain over the past few months. "Flora, obviously. She has the best head on her shoulders and she almost had it last year too, if Alek hadn't been on his volatile binge."

[howlinglucas]

"Thought you'd say that," he mused, a grin edging on his lips as he shifts in his seat. "We're on the same page... Now that I think about it, I bet we're on the same page about a lot of things and we just never figured that out. No offense, but the Tiber always looked like they had their heads up their ass. That's why I never said hi way back when."

[otsanas-fury]

Otsana couldn't say that Lucas wasn't valid in his logic. As a Volatile, she supposed they had semi-similar experiences. But he'd done it much longer. She wondered if what she felt stuck within her own lycan form was anything like being a Volatile. It seemed likely, but it also felt like it really wasn't any of Otsana's business to ask. Lucas had seemingly made peace with what he'd done.

They felt their jaw clench at his words, teeth grinding. The Tiber pack was gone. Fucking gone. All those years, her family's name and legacy. Gone. And now this fucking war had cost them everything and they'd gained nothing in return. Her hand tightened around the handle of her axe, the wood groaning softly. She wasn't just angry. She was fucking furious. Gripping her axe in both hands, she followed Lucas' course and cut through the rest of the tree's trunk. The handle of the axe snapped and she watched as the blade sunk into the trunk of another tree. Looking up, she stepped back as the tree they'd split came crashing down.

It felt good, but it wasn't enough. Their hands were still shaking, their body felt like it was on fire. Otsana felt like they could combust at any moment, like a bomb that was just a feather's weight away from exploding and wiping out anything within a thirty miles radius. Throwing their head back, braids falling over their shoulders to hang as they screamed. Every muscle in their body tightening as they voiced their anger at the sky. Screaming until they were out of breath only to inhale and scream again. The sound echoed through the forest, bouncing off the trees around them.

[howlinglucas]

Bravery and stupidity had a very fine line and Lucas was never sure what side he was on most of the time, at least when he looked at vicious wolves and saw the animalistic side come out of them. There was not a single bit of fear in him, only satisfaction and pride - and now a touch of sympathy as he watched Otsana completely demolish the tree. He only stepped out of the way as the trunk and its branches came tumbling down. And when their feral scream of rage and pain came out, Lucas figured if the bond between packmates was still intact with an Alpha than he would have felt just how powerful those emotions were. He knew how that felt, he'd felt it many times and he'd lost count of how many times he'd screamed and howled at the sky. So he whooped, throwing his head back. It was therapeutic. Lucas than yelled, joining them in his screams as he let his anger join their's. Fuck them, he yelled out into the evening. Fuck them all.

Who was them? He wasn't so sure. Death, Fate, the Universe? ...The Gods? At least anything hadn't saved Marisol, someone who deserved to be alive far, far more than he did. So they screamed, and destroyed until there was nothing left in them.

[spiritedraspberry]

A collection of Peter Gadiot being adorable in an interview with Telemundo - Queen of the South Red Carpet Premiere, 2016.