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das-sena · 1 year
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Furry furry furry Aceite todo esse amor jogado bem na sua cara
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cariciapadre · 8 months
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whys he such a faggot
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kiyxoco · 1 year
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me when I epically combine my two obsessions atm (im so cringe but free)
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mightyfoz · 11 months
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wojak wars
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Drew these a while back and forgot to post
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catronixdraws · 11 months
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Parte 2
( lo mismo que antes , son libres de usarlos sin necesidad de creditos )
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galaxyemotional27 · 1 year
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🐻🐻💞 el padre y el sargento caricias
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rishik-yya · 1 year
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calm him down please
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He adopted me afterward
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I’m gonna give y’all some Caricias headcanons. Why? Because why not?
• Gay. GAY. GAY ASS BITCH-
•When hes nervous or anxious, in a positive or negative way; he raises his voice. He can’t help it
•He has to be faking his confidence, ITS OBVIOUS, COME ON-
•He’ll hold in his tears until he can’t hold them anymore. (LET ME SELF PROJECT)
•I present to this goof….mommy issues and abandonment issues.
•If he were to ever get tipsy, he’d be acting like a clown on drugs- he’d be the funny drunk.
•I’m sorry, but he looks like he would hyperfixate over something like plants. Or maybe different kinds of bugs?
•He bites to show affection. …he accidentally bit padre’s ear a litttttle too hard once-
•I know for a DAMN that he had to have been one rebel of a teenager. Fight me/j
•His favorite fruit would be something like bananas or raspberries. Fuck it, both. Both are good.
•Hes probably thrown padre at least twice- he looks like he would throw people.
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plummuss · 8 months
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Tengo una clase bien aburrida, así que me puse a tratar de hacer al padrecito y a Caricias más a mi estilo ;; Tengo más dibujos e ideas de estos, pero ahorita nomás tengo tiempo de subir esto jsjs
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cariciapadre · 1 year
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he looks like he bets on losing dogs
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tigraira · 9 months
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I recently was told to watch Unicorn Wars which is a Spanish film about teddy bears and Sargento Caricias / Drill Sergeant Ironstrokes is the character my brain decided to latch onto. Guess I have another character to obsess about for a while. As with everything I watch I have some dumb headcanons and even dumber ideas. Also I grew up with family who spoke mainly spanish but never learned how to fully speak it myself due to some family issues so it was really fun to watch a movie that I could somewhat kinda understand.
Also I will forever refer to this character as Sargento/ Sergeant Caricias as it is weird to translate names of characters
Headcanons/ ideas under the cut, I apologize for grammar and spelling errors I am making this at like 2:30 in the morning. I may edit later, probably not though
Slight TW for death and emotional issues
Headcanons
Is around 35-45 years old
Slightly chubby but still has muscle
Great marksman and has decent skills in hand-to-hand combat
Met Padre early in his career and has a weird relationship with him
Big anxiety but does not have the skills to deal with it in a healthy way
Really bad with expressing his emotions other than anger and gets extremely frustrated when trying
Took up smoking a few months after joining the army which Padre continues to chastise him about
Has a couple of scars from previous missions but was never injured enough to retire in his opinion
Snores really loud when at home or at base camp but is a scarily quiet sleeper when on a mission
Frequent sufferer of night terrors when at base camp and refuses to sleep with his back facing the door
Good at taking instructions from a superior but awful at giving orders
Ideas
Grew up with a loving mother and a emotionally distant dad
His dad was also in the army in his youth and was a successful Sergeant
Both of his parents were religious but he always found the sermons to be boring and the clothes itchy
He looked up to his dad and wanted to be just like him and would practice his marching in his front yard and would cover his face with mud pretending it was camo paint when he was young
His mother would make fake unicorns for Caricias to shoot blunt arrows into and would always show his dad his marksmanship skills when his dad would have time to come home
His mother died of an unknown disease when he was 10
The last time he openly cried Infront of someone was during the funeral
From watching his dad, he got the idea that men do not cry and are not emotional. His father did not shed a tear during the entire event, nor did Caricias ever see his dad cry at home
His dad became more angry once they returned home, both towards him and the neighbors who his dad previously had a good relationship with
This led to Caricias having issues processing and expressing his emotions in a healthy way. Anger would be his go to emotion and would rather yell than try to work through any other emotion
One of the priests at the church came up to Caricias a few weeks after the funeral and tried to connect with the tween. The priest told him that his mother was with god as Caricias loved his mother so much, so god wanted to protect his mother from this realm
Caricias took this as though the priest was blaming him for his mom's death and ended up with Caricias yelling at the priest
After that he never willingly stepped foot inside or participated in any sermon or event inside a church
He joined the army as soon as he was old enough to and tried to rise up through the ranks as his dad did
When Caricias arrived at his squadron he was approached by the church father who was assigned to the group
This led to a shaky but somewhat friendly relationship between him and Padre
He had great skill with the bow and was considered to be a great soldier who could follow instructions well
Caricias would frequently write to his dad during this time and received letters full of praise about his achievements
When he reached the rank of sergeant, he received a engraved flask from his dad alongside a letter that contained words of praise and encouragement from his father
Despite his quick growth, he ended up failing to guide his troops to kill enough unicorns to impress the generals on several occasions and ended up being injured several times when it could have been avoided with better planning
Padre would frequently try to give words of encouragement to Caricias but would be brushed off as soon as Padre tried to add some religious elements to their conversations
When he failed being promoted the third time he stopped telling his dad about how his missions went and focused on his hopes for the future and memories of his mom
His last letter he sent to his dad spoke about Padre, his hope that he would be promoted after this next mission, his mom, and his faith in his new recruits, especially the blonde one named Coco
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mightyfoz · 11 months
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silly bears teehee
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cadaver-moss · 11 months
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Weird and random headcanon but what if Caricias smelled like sandwich.
Like you give him a hug and it’s like you stepped inside a Subway
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asktheplethaura · 1 year
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If Only , If Only - Unicorn Wars Fanfiction
((Chapter Twenty-Six))
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((**Turns off the light and runs up the stairs as fast as humanly possibly to avoid being eaten alive by the demon that lurks in the shadows at night-time. I haven't seen him before, but I know he is there smh.**))
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Gordi was up quick, after gently setting his brother down on the ground so he could get between Sonrisas and the unicorn that had been between the both of them. The unicorn displayed signs of being agitated- it's ears twitching due to all the sudden shouting and movement going on in the darkness of the tall-grassed space. It was chaotic. Way too much, way too fast.
All of the other bears that were in the troupes came rushing out of the grass, holding their weapons- save for Coco and Pandi- seeing as one was holding the other. Unsurprisingly, the blonde bear with the lavender eyes still had his arrow readied and aimed from where he was being carried.
He stood in front of the unicorn, his brother curled up on the ground with his shirt still. He noticed that the troupes of the Lone Owl all relaxed right away- meaning they were probably expecting something or somebody else to be here. The other bears in Gordi's own group were all still on edge, though. 
"Don't shoot them- they mean no harm-!" Gordi shifted his hand, waving them in front of himself, to just continue to give the gesture of 'no' the the other bears. 
Sargento Caricias seemed to contemplate- even just for a second- and waved his arms to get the fellow soldiers to cease their advances. 
His amber eyes stared down on Gordi and he walked over with a bold stride, his stern expression demanding an explanation. No words even needed to be said between them two- Gordi started to explain right away.
"Sir, please don't shoot them. They weren't doing anything to us, they were just trying to rest and heal my brother..." The pink bear gestured his hands, all of the dark unicorns silhouettes shifting tensely in the darkness from where they rest their hooves.
Padre stood at the back of everyone, his eyes shielded by his glasses- accompanied by his typically neutral expression. The preaching bear seemed to not be willing to give a verdict, standing as far away from the unicorns as possible to maintain his distance. He didn't know what he would be willing to do if he got close enough to them to touch one. Everything within his faith was screaming at him. Demanding he do the deeds of the written text.
"Death, death to the unicorns!"
However, the command, in the back of his mind- was falling on deaf ears. He contemplated his actions, and the reaction to them. The safety, or logicality behind them. That wasn't what he was supposed to do, as a preacher of the faith. He was supposed to instill comfort of thy word, and follow thy command of the written word. 
Pulling his book out of his travelling satchel, though, Padre wiped his hand across the cover of the book that tore him apart from the inside out- and he looked down- further lost in thought. 
What was he willing to do from here? For some reason, holding this book began to feel more and more.. wrong. Almost as if he was holding a ticking time-bomb. For a second, Padre considered grabbing one of the many secured Grenades in his travelling bag, but just as he reached around- he stopped and sighed- clearing his mind of the lingering thoughts. He let his hand fall down to his side- before he looked away and just stood there in contemplation.
"We are at war with these unicorns, they have killed hundreds or thousands of our own, why should we spare them?" Caricias was raising his voice, the expression across his face was unreadable- it seem to be spiteful, despite the words being expelled from him giving every reason for him to be. 
Gordi's expression firmed, and he gestured to them. "We've killed their own too. So many of their own. They aren't attacking us, unless they have to...! I know you see that..!" One of the troupes of the rescued fellow group of soldiers put his bow and arrow away- before sighing. "I can't do it anymore...  no matter where we go, everything is messed up." The soldier brought brought his hands up to his face. "I don't care how it ends... just please make it be over..."  All of them were silent, before Blackie stepped forward. "I don't know what to think, but what I do know is that we have others who need medical help with supplies we do not have. We need to get going." 
Caricias scratched his head, seeming to get frustrated, before caving and looking to the side. 
"... We can't afford more casualties..."
((To Be Continued))
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