The faces of "nothing we can say can salvage this conversation or make us look good." I love Seinfeld. Raymond and Joaquin just bein' hunter bros having normal night shift conversations!

Commission from the incomparable @tapeworrmart of my terrible Joaquin Hidalgo. 💘

I saw his art and KNEW I had to commission him. Thank you so much this is so special and printed and on my wall! Joaquin is a hunter of the Supernatural but is he any better than that of which he hunts? 😎

Joaquin threw down the pipe, ignoring the loud clatter as he ran his hand over his chin, attempting to wipe off the debris. Motherfucker. Motherfucker. This bastard almost killed her for good. Any warmth he'd held for Raymond during their time together was extinguished the second Ray made the decision to hurt his sister. He knew he loved her even as a Leech, and yet he had staked her heart, doused her in gas, nearly set her on fire. He betrayed their friendship. If Noa had been set on fire, Joaquin would've jumped right onto her pyre with her. But not tonight, she was safe now. They would both get to keep going. Raymond Mulder was dead, head caved in and spirit long chased away so he couldn't watch over them anymore. Quino turned his head, Noa was face-down in a puddle of red and black blood mixed with gas and meat, the smell overwhelming. He stepped over Nythanel's body to reach her, hurriedly kneeling down to turn her over to face the light. The stake still in her chest, her eyes wide from shock. She wasn't moving, paralyzed from the injury. But she was alive, at least in the vampire way she was. Relief flooded his veins, his shoulders shook from the joy. "Fucking Christ Noa. Oh Noa." His voice was about to crack. Her lips were so red. He leaned down and pressed his own against them, her skin so cold. He didn't care about the mess, he only cared about her. Sister. My love. He didn't give a shit about Ray now. He never gave a shit about Nythanel. It was them against the world. Finally. He thought as one hand cradled her head like he used to when they were small, the other going to fondle her breast, the stake wedging between his thumb and forefinger and stopping his explorations. Just the two of us. ~~ A lil Joaquin POV from my write up of the worst day of Noa Hidalgo's life.

The world's worst brother/vampire hunter for a moment thinks he's a hero! Ick! (Don't worry, he gets some divine punishment~)

Joaquin and Raymond - our Hunters!

Joaquin Hidalgo - former Giovanni ghoul and "failure" firstborn son to necromancer Vincento Hidalgo and eldest brother of the necromantic prodigy, Noa Hidalgo. As a teenager, he had witnessed the death of his father at the hands of armed gunman, only to see him walk through the door some days later - cold and changed, the same but utterly different. Crueler. Joaquin knew this creature was not really his father, and his refusal to truly accept this change got him beaten and bruised by the one person he was supposed to trust in completely. Now a full grown man that has escaped the clutches of the Family, he is using his extensive knowledge of all things vampires and spirits to spitefully fight Supernatural creatures of the night with no mercy. Refusing to bow down against their supremacy over humans.

Raymond Mulder - former Chicago PD, the most normal of normies and black coffee addict, suddenly thrusted into the world of Kindred and their politics after the "suicide" of his lieutenant upon the discovery of vampires within the local government. Not wanting to be a part of this, he attempted to flee with his at the time girlfriend back to her parents in another state, only to find that she was a Kinfolk with a toxic ex-partner who hurt Raymond even further. Scarred both psychologically and physically from dealing with the Supernatural and finding some ACTUAL power bore from that, Ray finally is accepting his fate of being a protector of humanity, unable to ignore the call to action any further.

Her head turned at the sound of the door opening. Her beloved Nythanel entered the room, one arm linked with the man of the hour himself: Raymond Mulder. Raymond was a middle-aged hunter of the supernatural they’ve made acquaintanceship with over these last few years as they've slowly laid the groundwork of their Empire. Her Kingmaker, she secretly called him. He was very tall, relatively handsome, though he seemed always exhausted. No doubt were she to take a sip, it would be cheap coffee instead of blood. He was very no-nonsense and took his… community service very seriously. In exchange for helping him with cases, he supplied the ash - or perhaps if they were lucky enough, the vitae - of the kills he and his partner made. His partner in crime no other than her beloved older brother, Joaquin. They both had believed the other dead for nearly two decades, reunited at last... forced to act distant and aloof with the ever watchful though thankfully clueless Raymond acting as Joaquin's chaperone. Tonight the hunter would be giving them his latest loot, Joaquin no doubt sitting in the car again. Maybe Nyth would distract Raymond for her just a bit, and she could slip downstairs for a brief moment… Nyth smirked, letting go of Raymond and walking quickly towards her. In Spanish he cooed, “Joaquin is absolutely pouting down there. Miserable as always.” Of course, her darling knew exactly what she was thinking. He always did. Her hand quickly went to her mouth, covering her smile as she tried and failed to hold back her laughter. It was so exciting to think about Joaquin suffering without her beside him. Him thinking about her and wanting to be with her, tortured by their lack of touch despite being so close again. Their separation renewed her affections like crazy, and it also renewed her absolute delight in him being miserable - at least when it came to their being apart. His loneliness made her own loneliness worth it. It turned the room into an inferno every chance they got to meet. It was like being home in Mexico again… It won’t be so much longer now. As Nyth drew near, her hands reached out. And then, his forehead bloomed.

We are having a little rest night this evening, though I got a lot of updates done so I feel just fine about putting down my tablet for the night! Have the first art I ever drew of Noa and Joaquin! (She was a bit more buxom and he a bit more classically handsome...)

The man touching Noa's cheek is Father.... long story!