#Alexander and Poison

[timothyalexandergiordani]

Shadows of Redemption

Description

In the heart of Phoenix Arizona town, Alexander and his enigmatic partner, Poison, journey through a complex world of transgression and danger. Alexander, a tough and brooding figure, is a creature of strength and naivete. With an exterior that belies his sweet nature, he exists out of place in a world dominated by monsters experienced in survival and personal gain. His healthy appearance and stoic demeanor mask a vulnerability and innocence that make him both endearing and a target in this ruthless reality.

Poison, on the other hand, is a vision of ethereal beauty, undying loyalty and fierce independence. With her jet-black hair and penetrating grey eyes, she projects an intoxicating blend of allure and danger. Her eclectic style mirrors her unpredictable nature. Despite her insensitive exterior, there is a vulnerability within her that she only reveals to Alexander, a connection of love and hope she had longed for midst the chaos.

Their relationship is a tangled dance of passion and peril. Poison's presence is both a balm and a catalyst for Alexander, drawing him deeper into a more dangerous world but not without the reward of priceless solace and tenderness. Their interactions are a fusion of intensity, each touch a fire and each glance laden with unspoken emotions and shared secrets.

The story takes the reader into the shady depths of their lives as they face a series of escalating situations. From a robbery gone wrong to a cryptic call and the scandalous death of a close friend, Alexander and Poison are forced to journey through a world full of doubt and moral ambiguity. Through it all, they depend on each other, finding moments of redemption that mitigate their struggles.

As the story unfolds, it becomes clear that even in the darkest and most hopeless of situations, there are chances for transformation and renewal. Their collective journey is one of hope and salvation.

Chapter 1

Slipping into Shadows

I watched the parking lot, eyes darting from one end to the other. Jeremy was crouched by a Ford F150, messing with the lock.

The bleep of my Nextel push to talk walkie-talkie function on my cell phone went off.

"Got it yet?" I whispered into the phone.

"Almost," Jeremy's voice crackled back, a mix of tension and excitement.

I scanned the entrance to the Safeway Grocery store. The noon time crowd was thick, pushing carts and talking to each other, oblivious to the two of us. My heart beat heavy in my chest, the familiar rush of adrenaline.

Jeremy was inside the truck now, working the jiggler key in the ignition. Then, from the corner of my eye, I saw him. A short Mexican guy, moving fast, a bag of groceries swinging from his hand. He was heading straight for the truck.

"Jeremy, we got company," I hissed.

"Stall him," Jeremy muttered, trying to stay calm.

But there was no stalling this guy. He tossed his groceries into the truck bed and pulled an iron pipe from the back. He must have seen the light on inside the cab.

"Get the fuck out of there dude!" I shouted into the phone, but it was too late. The guy was almost on top of him. Jeremy bolted from the driver side door like a rabbit, sprinting through the parking lot. I swear to god if you blinked you would have missed him. The Mexican guy gave chase, pipe in hand, fury etched on his face.

I bleeped PJ. "We've got a problem. Jeremy's in trouble."

"Handle it," PJ's voice was calm, almost bored. "I'm on my way."

I took off after the Mexican guy, the world blurring around me. People were starting to notice, some stepping aside, others shouting. A little white Ford Escort screeched into the lot, tires smoking. Jeremy and the Mexican guy disappeared through the strip mall. The Escort followed, gaining on them.

I ran through the crowd of shoppers, knocking into people, drawing curses and threats. One guy started after me, but I didn't have time for him. I burst through to the other side, breath ragged, just in time to see the truck owner pinning Jeremy against the wall. The Escort screeched to a stop, and a large, tattooed man stepped out, eyes blazing. He was all menace in a wife beater and jeans, combat boots hitting the ground like thunder.

The Mexican guy turned, and the angry man met him with a right hook that dropped him like a box of rocks. He wasn't done. A kick to the head, vicious and final. Out of the driver's side came another man, bigger, Mexican too. He called himself Chillongo or some shit, but to me, he was eternally, Big Mexican.

Big Mexican grabbed the unconscious guy and tossed him into the back seat of the Escort. He threw me the guy's keys and wallet, like it was nothing. PJ stepped between us, gun drawn, and pressed it to my forehead.

"I drew on you, what do you do now?" PJ's voice was a dangerous whisper. "Come on, Alexander, what happens now?"

I tried to keep my voice steady. "I left the gun at the apartment. It was too heavy to run with. It...pulls my pants down cuz it’s so heavy when it’s loaded"

PJ's face twisted with a mix of anger and disappointment. "When you have that gun, you don’t have to run. When will you learn? What has to happen before you get it?"

He glanced at Jeremy, then at me again, his anger softening just a bit. "Go get the truck and do what I pay you to do. And next time, bring your gun. I can't always be here for you, Alexander." He said my name with a soft downward inflection. He looked as though he was about to say more but he stopped himself.

Being mindful of his rings, he tapped my head lightly, a gesture of care, and drove off. The unconscious Mexican guy in tow.

Jeremy and I stood there like we just saw a ghost, catching our breath. Coming down. "Up to no good again," I muttered, not sure if I was talking to Jeremy or myself. I didn’t care. My past flashed before me. My life, thus far, has been a relentless cycle of trouble and survival. My father kicking me out at fourteen, my life a series of desperate moves. Taking refuge with women three times my age until I learned to look out for myself. One shitty desperate move after another. No holidays, no birthdays, just survival at all costs.

I met PJ through Poison, my girlfriend. She was the cutest little Chinese girl you'd ever seen, with a wild wardrobe and a thing for knives. We were stealing some cigarettes when PJ found us. He asked for five bucks, when we didn’t have it he gave us a carton of Camel menthols. He asked if I stole cars. Of course, I did. It was Arizona. He gave me his number, and three months later, here we were.

I looked at Jeremy, he looked shook. We were both drowning in the undertow of this life. "Come on, let's get that truck," I said, and we moved ever forward, always forward, the night was still young, the dangers were far from over.

Chapter 2

Echoes of a Dark Call

I was at the apartment with Poison. The light was subdued, shadows danced like ghosts on the walls. Poison was tied up, her eyes half-closed in a haze of expectancy. I moved the blade of her silver dagger slowly across her breast and tracing circles around her nipple. She was on the edge, teetering on the precipice of something primal, when the call came.

I answered the phone with great reluctance, my mind still entwined with the moment. "Hello," I said, the word froze in the air. Silence greeted me, becoming rather uncomfortable. Then, a voice—brazen, quiet, maniacal—broke through.

"The man scores one...and the crowd goes wild." The line went dead.

I stared at the phone, my thoughts swirling and confused. Apparently, they didn't have much to say. Or did they? I turned back to Poison. The frustration on her face changed to a look like a puppy that said “throw the ball”. Damn, this girl was cute. Irresistibly so. But that call gnawed at me, a sick seed planted in my mind. Time would tell what kind of fuckery it would give birth to.

The next morning, I woke with my head buried in jet-black hair. I blew it out of my mouth, gently pushing her strong, shiny locks off my face. First light filtered through the blinds, casting blurry lines on the bed. I needed to get a hold of Jeremy and PJ.

Poison awoke beside me, her voice sultry and sleepy. "Come back to bed, Alexander. Finish what you started."

I kissed her shoulder, running my hand across her face and neck. It was met with a soft sigh, little white hairs stood up on her tanned, tone arms under my touch. Poison, with her hypnotic allure, was like a deity of love—an intoxicating blend of strength and vulnerability that made her simply irresistible. Her eyes, dark and expressive, locked onto mine, spoke ineffable volumes to me for which I could never find words.

Our lips came together in a slow, deliberate kiss, her mouth yielding to my will. She pulled me closer, her fingers tracing the valleys on my back. The world outside disappeared as we lost ourselves in each other, the moment stretching into eternity.

This is the only place I had ever found peace. These moments transcended time and space taking me to place past desire and tenderness, a place where she shone as a deity ,a legit goddess that needed my worship like water to survive. She was the embodiment of every man's desire, a living fantasy who held the power to both stir and soothe. We left each other breathless and disoriented. Poison called it “sexbrain”. Sex brain was about 30 min of a staggering low IQ after really great sex.

Laying on the bed next to Poison I picked up the phone and dialed PJ. The ring felt like an eternity.

"PJ," he answered, his voice rough.

"Hey...I need to talk to you about—"

"Jeremy's dead." PJ's voice cut through the haze, sharp and final.

"What?" My mind reeled. "What happened?"

"Overdose," PJ said. "Found him last night."

"Overdose? That doesn't make sense. Jeremy didn't do dope."

"Score one for the man," PJ muttered, under his breath.

The words from the call flashed through my mind. "Score one for the man. The crowd goes wild”. Now Jeremy was gone.

"We need to meet," I said, my voice steady but my heart racing.

PJ agreed, and as I hung up, I looked at Poison. She was watching me, her eyes dark with curiosity and something else. Fear, maybe. Or suspicion.

I reached into my bag and grabbed my gun, climbed back into bed, pulling her close. The morning was just beginning, and the shadows were already growing longer.

Chapter 3 "And Then Came the Wolves" Coming Soon!

Thank You for Reading!

Copyright 2020 Timothy Alexander Giordani

[leadandblood]

[browsethestacks]

Poison Ivy / Swamp Thing: Feral Trees #01 (2024)

Art by Jason Shawn Alexander

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Poison Ivy/Swamp Thing: Feral Trees #1 Cover Art by Jason Shawn Alexander

[halojalex]

alex's dedication onstage is honestly unmatched like the dude could be on his deathbed and would still insist on finishing a show

[valend]

where is hamilton????? HE was the really that goat of New York!!!!!!!

This is NOT about him!! You have been poisoned by pro federalist propaganda and hamiltonian rhetoric. Hamilton could never throat as much as glizzy as Burr could. Adams even could throat more than him!!!

[nojodasjuan]

Me descontrole 🥺

Pov: Hamilton cuando lo pierden de vista medio minuto

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My IG: @thishomosexual

[jupiter-jane]

I don’t love you

But I always will

Poison & Wine - The Civil Wars

[sporesgalaxy]

in your post about vlad and silence being super normal you said they both had medical problems, what medical problem did silence have? also i love her

I don't mention it directly much because I don't think SHE would mention it, but she was physically unable to have children. and thank you!!

[stronghours]

attempting to Understand Music in parallel with my piano lessons, attempting to know what an 'etude' is. knowing what a 'piano' or 'audio output' is. listening to a record of Horowitz and starting out all all 'this bangs but I do not know when the hell it is another composer's turn' and leading to 'girl, you only have two hands!!' and ending up 'maybe....scriabin bangs most of all?'

[indigosabyss]

Tumblr WIP Roundup

Okay, so every so often, for a few weeks I will become irreparably fixated on a story idea. And then forget about it entirely. But I know a bunch of you followed me for specifically one fic idea or another, so I trawled through my blog for all the story ideas I've put out there in the last few months.

They go as follows:

Remnant From The Modern Age: A Dr.STONE fic where Rei-37 intercepts the calculator testing competition.

YA x YJ, starting with Speed ending up in the Young Justice universe, which then spirals to almost every young marvel hero getting wrapped up into it too.

Champions Meet X-Men Moviesverse: The Champions roster from directly after Secret Empire, getting teleported to the X-Men Moviesverse, sometime after the original 2000 movie.

Call Back A Warning: Dr.STONE time travel, where they manage to call NASA before the Petrification.

Unnamed No-Petrification AU where Senku still befriends the KoS members (idea given by someone else)

Nanbaka x Daredevil: where Cell 13 takes Jyuugo to Nelson And Murdock to get him legal representation.

Poison Gwen Poole in MCU!Daredevil S2

Samkamiles Bingo fics

ITSV!Peni Parker-centric fic. Possibly with her ending up in the MCU with Daredevil.

Champions in Hunger Games

616-Nadia van Dyne + rest of G.I.R.L. is transported to MCU, not realizing she's in a different universe, and approaches Bucky Barnes

MCU Kamala joins the Avengers before Civil War

Fullmetal Alchemist and Dr. Stone Crossover (inspired by someone else's post)

MCU fic about Kamala Khan, Phil Coulson, Peter Parker, and Scott Lang being fans together. (inspired by someone else's post)

616-Sam meets Ultimate Spider Man Universe's Sam

If any of these interest you, please point them out to me!! But otherwise this is mostly for my own reference.

[somewherefornow]

ALEXANDER SARTORIUS/DR. PHOSPHORUS & NATALIA KNIGHT/NOCTURNA in ARKHAM CITY: THE ORDER OF THE WORLD

[p0is0n-is-th3-cur3]

I just think we as a fandom need to talk about Jarred more he’s a damn good drummer give this man some fanart

[certifiedcoffeeaddict]

every time hephaestion is mentioned off-handedly it takes a year off my life span or so

[jeannereames]

Happy Halloween! 🎃👻🎃👻🎃

I have a question on the potential of assassination, specifically of Hephaestion? Was there anyone close to him that would have the means or motive to kill him? Or anyone who gained greatly from his death?

(I believe I read you say that his death was caused by eating too soon after being incredibly sick, but ignoring him not being killed!)

Sorry for any bad English, I'm sick in bed avoiding school work 🤒🤧🤒🤧🤒 📝📖😱

No, I don’t think Hephaistion was deliberately poisoned. I wrote about it in prior post, HERE.

Another, a little more cheeky, HERE.

Like Alexander, Hephaistion would have had (and did have) plenty of enemies. Ancient Greek and Macedonian society was honor-based, and could be violent at the drop of a hat: witness the crossing of swords between Hephaistion and Krateros in India.

That said, poison was widely regarded as a woman’s weapon, one beneath honorable men. Hence the Successor Era (and almost certainly untrue) accusations that Antipatros conspired with others to poison Alexander had the additional insulting overtones that he couldn’t come after Alexander “like a man,” and was, thus, unfit to be regent for the kings Philip III Arrhidaios and Alexander IV.

That doesn’t mean nobody might have wanted to eliminate Hephaistion, or Alexander, but I wanted to underscore the cultural baggage of a poisoning accusation.

For me, the main reason I don’t think he was murdered (by poison) is simply that Alexander himself didn’t seem to think he had been. Alexander blamed (and executed) the doctor for malpractice—not murder. Given how anxious the king had become, I consider that the best evidence that Hephaistion’s death didn’t seem especially suspicious. He apparently died of natural causes.

What those natural causes were…that’s trickier. We have two basic accounts. In one, he died of a flare up in the fever disease he’d contracted, although he had seemed to be getting better. In the other, he more or less caused his own death by ignoring doctor’s orders and eating food (and drinking a LOT of wine) when he shouldn’t have.

Now, which of those you believe probably says a lot about your prior opinion of Hephaistion. 😉 Is the former whitewashing? Or is the latter intentional slander against his memory?

I’m more inclined to the latter, in part because it seems to have come from a hostile pamphlet that circulated after Hephaistion’s and Alexander’s deaths by one Ephippos of Olympus, On the Death (or Funeral) of Alexander and Hephaestion. The original is lost, so it’s only speculation what was in it, but the vulgate, and Plutarch used it, while Arrian did not. Arrian’s account is missing any hint of boiled chickens and a gallon of wine. Of course, one could also say that Arrian concealed the truth to rehab Hephaistion’s memory.

So make of it all what you will, but I do think it important to note that these are two accounts that we shouldn’t try to reconcile. It’s possible that the hostile account exaggerated a real event in which he ate solid food against doctor’s orders, and died of a perforated intestine, internal bleeding, and sepsis. But if so, the death was unduly rapid. More likely, that particular version was an example of what Thomas Africa considered a “moralizing” death rather than an actual (or accurate) account of what happened (or his symptoms).

To me, it seems more likely that he died of typhoid or malaria. His doctor thought he was recovering, but he suffered an unexpected relapse and died quickly. Alexander’s rage stemmed from being led to believe he was getting better when he wasn’t.

[professor-amaryllis]

Professor, as a scientist myself, I try to avoid using the word “impossible”. Please consider this a friendly, or at least well-intentioned, reminder that a plant spontaneously producing an element not found in its environment is extraordinarily unlikely. I sincerely doubt there are any naturally formed nuclear reactors nearby.

It is theoretically possible that all the cadmium was extracted from the soil and groundwater, and is currently contained in biological media, but the time that would have taken beggars belief. I appreciate your willingness to see the best in people, but the scenario that seems most likely to me is that the poisoning was no accident, or at least not a naturally-occurring one.

That is... something I have considered. I do not want to make any judgements or make any sort of accusations whatsoever until i have ruled out a few more things but well, I have found a few incidents of harassment in the past when i was doing a bit of background research on the area. It seems that not everyone is so happy that Thomas refuses to sell some of the forested land surrounding the area to be developed. And then there are the people who believe raising Chansey for eggs is unethical as well as those who believe farming pokemon itself is cruel. It's a ridiculous notion, really but these people do exist.

I have already had one unusual encounter with a man yesterday morning. he met me outside the hotel I was renting, called me by name and everything and tried to not so casually bring up my work at this farm. I of course did not share anything with him and I do not know exactly who he represented, but it was odd nonetheless.