ooc: sometimes i think back to threads and plots i have, and one that still profoundly affects me to this day is the one where carlos becomes a devout follower of Lillith because of @magaprima i still think about it... and how much i love carlos sabrina verse also if this wasn't your sign to follow... i am explicitly stating it

ooc: carlos at this years met gala... in a deep red suit, that is entirely beaded with floral patterns. The beads aren't actually beads but hundreds and thousands of tiny little watch gears. His hair is notably curly, with a white and black hat that sort of resembles top hat, this one beaded with watch band links, and it matches his boots.

ooc: if you are a non-rp blog please do not reblog or interact with my posts.

ooc: ignoring all the rise of red stuff... cause it looks bad sorry brandy and china you can not save this franchise.

Carlos was still in a bit of a days, and it was almost like he was rooted to the spot. Harry guided him away, but as it happened part of Carlos felt like he was still there. How could he not be.

Carlos was alot of things. Over the years no one ever questioned his more peaceful nature. Only a few had truly seen him violent, Harry was one of them. He was chosen for this for plethora of reasons. Lack of judgement, clean up, and getting Carlos away. Because if it weren't for Harry he probably wouldn't leave.

Clean up? A novel idea. He wouldn't be clean from this ever. He knew this in the back of his mind, just when would he bring that up to Harry, he wasn't sure. Not as Harry was trying to guide him away, and get him focused on something else. It was hard, because when he closed his eyes its what he saw. And he didn't even know how he would describe how he felt about it. It wasn't positive or negative but it wasn't neutral either. It was weird that he couldn't put a feeling to it. Though Carlos was never the best with feelings.

So, Harry led him away. He came, slowly gaining more of himself the farther they got. But their was still a ghostliness to him. Like he was still floating through everything in the aftermath, though he was present. "I... don't know if I can go back. Wont they all know?" He felt like they would, no Cruella sighting they would come to him. And Mal, Evie, and Jay would definitely see a difference.

All this saying... he was just like her, he gave in, and became just like her. He just couldn't say it out loud yet.

harry almost expected carlos to argue, to resist, to make more claims guided by little more than guilt and panic than rational thought but he didn't and harry smiled as he rubbed his thumb over the shell of carlos' ear. ❝ good. ❞ harry said, and he lowered his hand from carlos' face, down to his shoulder, then the length of his arm before he grasped his hand.

all the while, carlos drank in what was left of his mother's body. a bloodied mess that would stay a smear on the floor until harry dealt with it. for now, harry tugged carlos away from the bloody scene, led him back into the tunnels beneath the isle. ❝ to the ship. we'll clean you up and you'll stay the night. ❞ better that carlos sleep off the low that would come from the act somewhere no one would look for him. and while he slept, harry would rid the isle of another corpse.

❝ then, wherever you want, ❞ harry said, glancing back at carlos as he said it. auradon would always be the home of the enemy in harry's eyes, but to carlos it was something else. a safe haven, a place of freedom, maybe even a home. there was no reason he couldn't go back.

#squad

I could fix him. I could make him worse. Good for you. I could gently take the weapon out of his shaking, blood-soaked hand and hold him until he finally believes that he doesn't have to be defined by all the ways the world has hurt him. Then we could ruin the lives of everyone who has ever treated him like he's a monster who doesn't deserve love.

ooc: harry being the one that carlos went to, to deal with his mom says so much about carlos and Harry, but also the rest of the core 4. its a difference that doesn't take away from any relationship carlos has. but it is so important to me. carlos craves to keep his friends away from the ugliness of his true home life. and the only one in the world he trusted to handle with that information in the way it needed to be handled but also deal with carlos afterwords is harry. harry took the brunt of all that and deserves a fucking award, cause no one else would be able to.

@tiderider

ooc: thinking about how much more amazing the series would have been and stuck with their guns by making their traditional heroes problematic and not try to back track them as the series progressed because "oh no our heroes could never"

ooc: going on like 6 months now of this ghost notification on my sideblog from my old url ( @devillains )... tumblr as usual is being useless with their help

ooc: when your sideblog has a ghost notification that refuses to go away

ooc: someone write with me carlos discovering when his actual birthday is (which is the day it has been joked about for yours) and that his dad is Edgar.

i imagine their is a registry created by Yen Sid who is more or less all knowing of every child regardless of type of parent hero or villain that has the kids birthdates and parent names. purely for record keeping purposes.

i imagine its known about on a need to know basis so like ben finds out about it way late, and that spreads or something... slowly though in order not to raise suspicion that this document is either being copied or passed around under secrecy and yen sid and other adults are none the wiser. I imagine FGM or Merlin also are part of its creation.

ooc: carlos' birthday is tomorrow

ooc: carlos starting auradon's first motorcycle gang and its like that gang that goes to court with kids to comfort them and scare their abusers

many  people  are  trying  hard  to  be  invincible,  and  most  of  the  time  they  fail  invisible,  while  few  find  their  spotlight.  but  the  remarkable  person  is  one,  who  can  be  both  invincible  and  invisible  at  the  same  time.  •  by  ink

Carlos cared. God, Carlos cared. It was disgusting that Carlos cared. Whatever came over him to do this, that had snapped clearly. The haze was gone. Carlos was overthinking again, rather than thinking clearly and simply. He looked down, and then back to Harry, leaning into the other.

"Okay," he said sounding tired, but following Harry's lead. Trust in Harry was well placed. Carlos knew this because he knew Harry. For whatever dance that was their relationship it relied on trust. Trust that Carlos didn't necessarily put with others. Harry was in a class all on his own.

He looked at Harry, and then let his eyes drift over to his mother, to Cruella. She always did have an affinity for a red accent. This was more than an accent. He looked back to Harry, remembering things again. This whole thing was very weird. Their was the catharsis, the coming down from adrenaline that had him tired, there was apprehension as to what happens next. "Where are we gonna go?" he asked, the unasked question ever present. Can I go back to Auradon?"

Carlos leaned into his fingers and Harry hummed, a pleased sound that didn't belong where they stood. It was a sound that belonged somewhere quiet, warm, and intimate, not in the dark place they were in, not with a still-warm corpse lying at their feet. But Harry made the sound all the same, fingers brushing over the shell of Carlos' ear, massaging idly into his scalp.

The moment passed. Carlos froze beneath his fingertips and Harry tensed, brows furrowed as he eyed the boy before him for what may have triggered such a change. It was only when he looked up at him, eye wide with fear, with desperation, only when he spoke that Harry understood.

❝ Carlos, ❞ Harry said, his voice stern. Using the others name the same way he might use the word listen, or stop. ❝ no one is coming. she is dead and gone and no one is looking for her because no one cares, ❞

Harry spoke slowly, deliberately, and with the same harsh sternness he used when speaking his name. Grounding Carlos in the here and now, in the present and away from whatever nightmares or horrors he was conjuring in his head about a dreamed persecution for a thing that many would celebrate. Harry paused, purposeful in his stillness as his expression grew gentle, ❝ well, almost no one . . . you asked me for a reason, this is it. come with me, ❞

                  We live in a kingdom of bullshit.

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