#LUCIANO SWEEP

[mspaintmankai]

Some of my favorite matchups from Round 1 of the A3! Play-offs

[hemlockdrunk]

sincero se sei uno studente del classico il mio giudizio su di te si basa quasi esclusivamente su chi sia il tuo filologo e/o grecista-latinista di riferimento

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Hello! Can you please write about the 2p Axis (btw I especially love your writings about 2p Italy and 2p Romano! Love, love,love!) about the darling ask of the escaped and vanished for about a year and then one day they see them out in public ? Please and thank you for all that you write, it makes my day better ,always.

I don’t think I can iterate how thankful I am for how patient you guys are when you get your asks done.

The popping of colorful, confetti from their paper cannons and the cheers of a crowd full of delight rang out like the happy howls of a wolf pack.

Their loud songs of joy were directed toward the mayor’s marble balcony as he marched to the end of the platform. He looked down at them with a stressed smile as he welcomed them all to the summer celebration while sweeping his large arm to open the holiday event for everyone.

As the crowd thinned, with people moving about to start various activities, the mayor shivered. The dark glare burning into his back forced him to face the shadow that awaited in his office.

With the speed of a child knowing of an incoming scolding, he nervously shuffled into the dim room. His eyes were downcast as he looked at the feet of the sleep-deprived man, slouched on his navy couch.

“The festival’s begun.” The mayor licked his lips. “Is there anything else that you need to observe?”

The man spoke a simple “No.” as he slowly raised himself from the couch. His steps were heavy as he dragged himself to the blind-covered window. His cold hand pulled on the flimsy panel as his eyes slowly moved through the crowd.

The mayor’s continued cowering and questioning went ignored when familiar (H/C) locks flittered through the masses.

Locked on the locks his eyes followed them like a road map to gaze upon her face.

She looked so familiar, with the same faint scars and quirky grin. Yet, he noticed something new, the light in her (E/C) eyes that was once dimmed to mere dying embers had returned to their blaze. Instead of the fearful shuffle, there was a pep in skip that reminded him of the first time they met. 

He couldn't deny the rising hope at the sight of his long-lost wife. It felt like seeing the sun for first the time in a year, and yet a dark cloud quickly covered it. Reminding him of what had occurred almost a year ago to the day.

His darling wife had deserted him. Destroyed their happy home by slipping him a fatal concoction of medications, before slithering off into the night. Disappearing from his life, leaving nothing to hint at current her existence, until now.

Today, he thought, would change that. Today, she would be coming home whether she wanted to or not.

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Italy: The Mafia Don never lost sight (Y/N)’s form, even as she began to blend back into the crowd.

The moment his eyes could no longer track her form, his hand dug into his pocket. The force that he used to pull a phone from its cloth confinements popped the seams of the pocket as he activated the device.

Two simple beeps before he held the silver phone to his ear. He waited with an intense focus on the crowds, searching for his wife again before a deep voice rumbled.

“Si, Don Vargas?”

There was no hesitation from the still-scanning leader as he gave his order. “My-a wife’s here at the-a summer festival. Find her.”

A simple ‘si’ came from the underling as he hung up the phone. A near-silent whimper made the magenta-eyed Italian turn to the trembling mayor.

He smirked as he pulled a knife from his brown suit and lifted the blade toward the coward. “If you-a value your-a short existence, you’ll say a-nothing.”

The mayor’s sweat-covered face bowed in a submissive nod before Luciano Vargas walked out. Leaving the mayor in the darkness and summer heat.

While Luciano’s men searched from the back alleys and dark corners, he walked more forward among the civilians. His pace was quick as he ducked and weaved.

Hours ticked by in the hot sun, and his stride never faltered even as his phone rang. The words that greeted him upon its answer, did make him stop. In fact, it made him smile like a crocodile that cornered squirming prey.

“Boss, we’ve got her.”

Luciano’s men hadn’t failed him. After last time, with the vivid memories of Medieval levels of torture and Pollock type of red mess, they refused to.

The confirmation of his darling wife’s capture, Luciano slipped away through the happy crowds. Allowing the alleys and shadows to guide him back to his car.

The drive was short as he sped over all limits and it screeched to a halt at the manor's stairs. 

Sauntering his way up through the oak doors and the large halls of the mansion, his men above breathed a small sigh of relief at their master's joy.

It was only a few turns along the marble corridor before he stepped down the stairs toward the dark, medieval basement. 

The Roman torches from long-forgotten eras cast long shadows along the iron cells. Each prisoner within attempted to hide when the Don walked by.

He paid no mind to the heavy chains shaking as walked to the heavy, iron door at the hall's end. It screeched open as he pushed against it.

The opening revealed a small, dark cell; furnished with only wall-mounted chains, a large pile of pillows, and a woman sitting upon it cuffed at the neck.

Luciano smiled wide as he reached up and pulled on the cord for the single lightbulb. He watched with joy as she flinched away upon its suddenness. Then trembling as she realized who stood in front of her. 

He stepped closer. A large smile on his face as grabbed the struggling woman's face. Dragging her toward him and tilted her head to the left as he whispered.

"Welcome back, mia Moglie." Luciano licked the shell of her ear before pulling back to look her in the eye. "I've missed you. Did you miss-a me?"

(Y/N) didn't answer, quietly shivering in his hold. Tears bubbled as Luciano's grin became feral.

"Because I'm all you have left."

Romano: (Y/N)’s body trudged forward with the unseen weight of exhaustion that comes from a day of excitement. Her lone footsteps were the only sound on the lamp-lit street that was still littered from the confetti released that morning.

She sighed heavily, but happily as she turned the final corner that would lead to the last leg of her journey.

Usually rounding the turn filled her steps with enough pep to skip her way home like a fairy tale bunny, this time however, she shuffled like a nervous horse stopped by an ashen rattler.

That serpent was no living thing, but a white limo with the nearest door opened like a snake’s jaw. Its light seeped out like venom from a bite, cascading along the sidewalk and highlighting her shoes.

Despite the shine, she could only see the shadows of a man within. His nice, white suit contradicted the black interior of the vehicle as his leg bounced. Whether it was excitement or nervousness she didn’t want to know.

Gulping, (Y/N) moved off the sidewalk to give the long automobile a wide berth.

As her path aligned with the open door, a sudden push came from her right. Shoved her into the door before being pulled into the limo that was now slammed shut.

The wheels screamed as the force caused her to crash into the man’s legs. Clutching onto them for some form of stability as the limo swerved.

Gentle fingers ran through her hair in a futile attempt to calm her down, but it only made her heart pound harder as (Y/N) finally looked at the mysterious stranger.

Her throat tightened as tears blurred her vision of the smiling Fabrizio. It wasn’t the loving smile he gave when he thought she had been broken. No, this one contained the traces of madness, obsession, and relief.

Like a spooked cat, she prepared to jump away, ready to duck and roll on the fast-passing terrain, but the hand tightened on her hair pulling her back to his feet.

“Now, now Bambola.” She flinched when he placed his silver stiletto against her neck. “You wouldn’t want-a make it worse when we get home, right?”

Germany: Like an old hound after a young vixen, Luther walked out of the office. Ignoring the mayor’s whimpering calls.

 His steps were quiet, yet quick as he slunk his way out of the City’s Hall. Into the streets, blending in with the crowds while his eyes searched for flickers of her clothing.

For moments, Luther felt that he was being led in circles. That his mind had played the cruelest of jokes as various flickers took him to multitudes of dead ends.

As the summer sun descended from its peak, the crowds thinned.

The lessened numbers brought out quiet conversations. One that made the German freeze.

The main voice was familiar, sounding like a lullaby that one’s mother no longer sang.

He followed like a bloodhound after a criminal. Its trail brought him to a small café with black wire seats under a cream-colored awning.

In the darkest corner were two women. The one to the right quickly faded into the shadows. The left one, his missing piece, was at first glance, like the warm blaze that welcomed heroes home from their quest.

Part of Luther wanted to embrace the blaze. Take in all the burns that would allow him to reunite with his heart. The other wanted to smother her. Place (Y/N) back into her hearth to prevent another wildfire like the one that gave her the chance to escape. To harness her passion to warm him alone.

Slinking toward the café, Luther went unnoticed in the dark as he entered the alley to the building’s right.

He watched with aid from a streetlamp as the women parted, hugging before they waved going their separate ways.

Luckily, Luther’s alley ran along (Y/N)’s route, allowing him to follow her like a shadow at sunset.  

Eventually, the sparsely filled streets became empty. 

Luther moved further ahead. Waiting at the next opening, back pressed against the near brick wall.

He held his breath as her footsteps approached.

At the same moment, his lamp-lit angel began her cross, his hands shot out. Grabbing (Y/N) and drugged her to his chest. His gun clicked as he lifted it from his waistband, muzzle pushed onto her temple.

Tears began to pour as she trembled in his hold. Small pleas for freedom and attempts at deals to prevent a return to their home fumbled from her mouth.

Luther heeded none of it.

Instead, he led her away. Far from the summer sun. Forcing her back into the damaged, cold hearth he called home.

Japan: As (Y/N) swam among the flood of sweat-covered people, a cold shiver vibrated her spine. The type that whispered the warning of danger to our ancestors on open grasslands. That gave way to the primal urge to hide from bloodthirsty beasts.

Yet, as her head snapped left, then right. Nothing stuck out. No one staring from amongst the crowds, no aggressive shoving, or screams of terror.

Swallowing her fear, (Y/N) shrugged off the feeling before jogging to the meeting point of all her friends. Trusting that the demon, who had claimed her as a wife, was nowhere near.

Not once did the feeling return as (Y/N) went about the festivities with friends. As the hours passed, she had long forgotten it ever occurred.

Even as she separated from the herd to return home, she felt relaxed. Safe, even as she moved through the empty, evening streets, but as she climbed the stairwell through her dark, apartment building that same shiver crept up her spine like a million, skittering centipedes.

Despite her glances showing nothing abnormal, the dark corners and shadows of the grey stairwell offered no relief with their shifting shadows. Instead, they seemed to reach out with long claws that caused her heart to race.

A door from the floor below slamming sent her running.

Up the stairs, she flew. Her arm acted as a balance as she swung the corner entrance to her floor. Panting, she leaned against her door as she struggled against her keys. Pushing them against the metal lock until the right one clicked in before a harsh turn allowed her to fall into her home. A simple kick, shut her own door as she scrambled away from it.

(Y/N)’s terrified clamber had become frozen mid-movement. She had hit something that did not exist within her dark entryway. It was warm and tall. Covered in loose-fitting cloth that felt of rough cotton. Her left hand moved backward and slowly slid across the smooth leather of military boots.

“Hime” At that simple pet name the tremors returned in full force. Tears collected on her lashes as she felt a gloved hand rake its way through her hair. With a little force, the hand angled her head upward.

Above her was the man she feared most. Kurai Honda.

 As she opened her mouth to scream, he covered it with a tight hand.

(Y/N) struggled against him. Flailing her arms and kicking at his arms. Kurai acted as though he felt nothing. Maneuvering (Y/N) like a doll into a choke hold and suffocating her.

As the dark spots crossed her vision, she heard him whisper.

“When you awake, our honor will be restored.”

Spain: Armando’s typically stoic face twitched for a moment before stretching into a mischievous grin.

A smile so sinister that the mayor’s teeth chattered as he backed away from the Spaniard. His spine shook as he cursed the hip bump that knocked the glass cup off the desk, it shattered upon impact with the wooden floor.

Like a predator mid-hunt, Armando’s head snapped toward the noise. His smile never waned as he stared.

“My apologize, Señor Mayor. But we will have to finish this discussion another day.”

The monster of a man turned on his heel, losing his smile as the mayor trembled with a prayer on his lips for the new target.

 The Spaniard’s loose-fitting shirt fluttered as he walked quickly through the administrative building, it whooshed backward as he stepped into the humid, summer air.

His eyes scanned the crowds once more from the marble steps. Another flick of (H/C) locks disappeared between the people at the market row.

Instead of forcing his way through the crowded streets, Armando sped his way along the edges. Cutting through the alleys like they were foxholes.

Immediately, he caught up. Watching his wife, like a lion prowling through tall grass.

She had changed so much, growing out her hair and wearing (F/C) jewelry. Yet, he noted upon closer examination her voice hadn't changed. It still sounded like his favorite lullaby.

Armando’s smile returned as she wandered closer. Leaving the sweet stand with a simple baggie in hand.

He stepped out, jogged to her side, and grabbed her hand in a constricting grip.

Before (Y/N) could scream, he hugged her tightly. Pressing her squirming form into his chest, before leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“Continue the fight and everyone will think you’re mad.”

For a moment, (Y/N) stilled. Armando could see her eyes were wide as he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.

But that moment of peace didn’t last as her struggle returned. (Y/N) pushed and clawed at the Spainard like a fractious cat, yowling for help. Begging for someone to get her away from the madman.

He tchhed as the crowd formed a circle, tightening his grip on his woman before lifting her over his shoulder. Seemingly unaffected by her screams, Armando yelled over her, requesting the enforcers of the law appear as well.

Shocked, (Y/N) stopped mid-wail. Scrambling to figure out why he would demand to speak with the ones that would save her. Never once believed his warning.

It only took a minute for two black-clad uniformed policemen to shove their way to the front. Their gruff faces were marred by the annoyance of an easy shift gone wrong.

“What’s going on.” Questioned the taller of the partners. His eyes were sharp as they bounced between Armando and (Y/N).

“He’s trying to kidnap me!” (Y/N) shouted and attempted to fight. “Get me away from this freak!”

At her statement, the duo’s hands dropped to their holsters. Fingers grazed the leather-like excited hunting dogs on a thin tether. One wrong move and all hell would break loose.

The shorter of the duo lifted an open scarred, palm toward Armando. “Señor. Put her down.”

He complied but didn’t let go. Instead holding tightly to her hips with one arm as she squirmed. The other reached into his shirt to remove a letter, somehow maintaining its blinding whiteness while being pressed against his olive skin.

(Y/N) stared at the letter, while he made a silent gesture to the cops.

They approached and the taller took it from his hand. Opening it with a quick rip before scanning its contents.

The crowd remained silent as the shorter was then handed the letter. He read it much quicker, biting his lip before nodding to the first with pity in his eyes.

“Do you need any help getting her home Señor?”

(Y/N)’s jaw dropped as she looked between the three men. “What are you TWO DOING!? HELP ME!”

The taller policeman turned to her with sad eyes as he sighed. “Señora,” He nodded toward Armando. “Your husband just wants to take you home.”

“He’s not my husband!” (Y/N) insisted as she leaned down to rake the inside of Armando’s thigh with sharp nails, causing him to hiss and release her.

“Señora, you are ill. Let us help you.”

“Ma’am calm down.”

(Y/N) backed up panting as everyone approached. Citizens throwing in their voices, begging her to stop. Men stepped into the circle to help corral her.

As her head moved on a swivel, she noticed his dark grin. The smile never faded as the strangers held her down like wolves to prey. Presenting her toward their Alpha. Feeding her flesh to the beast she had tried to escape.

Never to be seen nor believed by anyone again.

Austria: His joy could not be contained as loud, frenzied laughter left him like a busted damn. Its power caused the monstrous nation to lean against the window as tears beaded and dripped down his ivory face.

As his guffaw slowed to silence, the room chilled chasing away any lingering summer heat. The darkest shadows shifted as they stretched themselves toward their master. Whipping like thin tentacles like cat tails as they curled around Jonathan. 

Their curling slowly turned into climbing as they pulled him downward like warped quicksand.

There was no fear from the Austrian as he looked to the terrified mayor. His serrated smile was wide as he called the government official before disappearing into the ink.

“Keep jour end of the deal, and jour family vill be zpared.”

The shadows fell away, revealing an upside-down office to Jonathan. A thump drew his attention to his feet, where he watched the mayor tremble before collapsing.

“Mortalz.” He chuckled before pulling out his umbrella from his jacket and bolting out of the office.

The change in orientation didn’t seem to affect him as the empty halls and streets aided him in his hunt.

As Jonathan approached the last location of his beloved queen, his carmine eyes returned to the ground. Quickly his vision bounced from person to person under him, scanning for the familiar (H/C) and (E/C).

 The dense crowd on the other side of the dimensional plane created a dizzying rainbow of features and colors that just weren’t right. It felt like hours for Jonathan as he worked through them, street by street and stall by stall.

The melodious sound of a guitar that was accompanied by the tender vocals froze him. He took in the words; broken love, unfair capture, and a promise to never allow love, created seismic shivers that rivaled earthquakes down his spine.

Only one bat could sing such a divine tale.

(Y/N).

Toward the town center, he sprinted. Kicking up dirt as he slides to a stop at a stage at the town center.

Mere feet from him stood his Angel of Music. Singing the songs, he had once thought he would never hear again. A healthy glow had returned to her sunken skin and a brightness in her movements that had existed at their first meeting.

Jonathan licked his lips as his mind concocted the perfect reunion. He prowled toward the stage and climbed down to the lights at the top.

He lined himself up so perfectly that a single jump would flatten her.

Jonathan crouched, hanging his umbrella off a single light, wiggling like a stalking cat. Allowing his muscles to tense like a coiled clock spring.

He jumped. Launching himself upward. The shadows opened, allowing him out.

He tackled (Y/N) mid-song. A gasp choked in her throat as they both tumbled back into the shadows.

(Y/N)’s fight did nothing as he kept her trapped in his arms. The sounds of hysteria from the world above were muted as he nuzzled into her back. Enjoying the warmth of her flesh.

The sickly groaning was ignored as Jonathan muttered a welcome home. Promising that this time they would be together until their final song was sung.

Prussia: Wilhem’s movements were stiff as the blinds snapped back to their original tension. His pale hand slowly dropped to his side as he turned toward the mayor.

The icy stoicism caused the low government official to shuffle in place like a nervous gelding. Rubbing his arm, the mayor spoke to the cold knight.

“Iz there anyzing elze jour bruder needs, Herr. Beilschmidt?”

“Nein, jou preformed az expected.”

With a simple nod in farewell, Wilhelm turned to leave the office.

The mayor, on the other hand, prayed that they wouldn’t meet again until next year.

For many the festival ended too quickly as the sun set and the streetlamps lit up like fireflies in a field. Vendors closed their stalls with a mix of clicks and tings as merchandise was packed away and doors were locked.

Soon enough, only a small group of young adults were left on the streets. Their laughter echoed like drunk parrots as they pushed against each other in youthful fun.

The loudest of them was (Y/N), her smile wide as she ducked and weaved between the members like in an impromptu game of tag. Jogging in place she watched them fumble in their reaches.

The gaggle unleashed a riotous roaring as (Y/N)’s jogging became teasing gestures. Peals of laughter bloomed as she danced along the street edge, allowing the crowd to convince her to create grander displays.

Panting with excitement, she failed to disappoint as the center of the empty road became her stage. Jokes and burns were shot off in rapid fire while she moved in swift excitement.

Just before the euphoria could reach its peak, a loud whinny silenced it.

Everyone looked to the source. Shocked gasps were heard at the sight of a large, grey and white horse. Upon its back was a man dressed in dark armor, his face hidden behind an enclosed helmet.

The mysterious being forced the horse to rear back. Its dark hooves waved in the air, the shoes catching the light like lightning before crashing down like thunder. Sparks flew as it galloped down the road.

(Y/N)’s friends called for her to move. Screamed for her to run to either sidewalk.

She couldn’t. Something about the knight had frozen her stiff.

As the thunderous hooves encroached her mind wondered why. Was it the feeling of familiarity with the entity? The way his hidden gaze seemed to command her to remain put like the monster she had killed or was it because apart of her believed that this knight was his ghost? Coming to drag her to his grave. To forcefully bury her beside the man she detested most of all. Combining their souls as one for all eternity.

The horse was five feet away when ancient instinct overrode the fear. She attempted to dive at her friends. Arms stretched out toward them. But she never connected. Never felt the touch of those who helped lift her out of the darkness.

Rough hands tugged her away. Throwing her across his lap as his steed sped off. (Y/N)’s screams disappearing into the darkness.

For hours (Y/N)’s friends and the authorities searched the city. Neither the hide nor hair of the beasts or the woman was found.

Some of the cops whispered about the Ghost of Order. Blaming his centuries of loneliness on why the woman was taken. Others were quick to silence that speak around (Y/N)’s worried friends.

It was a shame that no one knew how right they all had been. Except for (Y/N). For the ghost had been the man she once killed and had pushed her back into their shared crypt. Only this time, should one of them die then they both shall perish.  

[littlereadsandteas]

December 2018

Luck in the Shadows by Lynn Flewelling is a captivating read for fans of fantasy and LGBTQIA+ fiction who crave immersive world-building, intricate plots, and complex characters, particularly those who enjoy stories that explore themes of identity, loyalty, and the power of found family.

For readers who crave epic fantasy adventures with strong, complex female protagonists, intricate magic systems, and prophecies that drive the plot, The Well of Ascension by Brandon Sanderson is a riveting and immersive read that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

Postcards From a Stranger by Imogen Clark is a gripping and emotional mystery that will resonate deeply with readers who appreciate family dramas, complex relationships, and the exploration of generational trauma, making it a perfect fit for fans of character-driven fiction and those who enjoy unraveling the secrets of family histories.

Outrun the Wind by Elizabeth Tammi is a captivating read for fans of lush, atmospheric fantasy and Greek mythology retellings, particularly those who crave stories with strong, complex female characters, LGBTQIA+ representation, and a slow-burning, adventurous romance that will sweep them off their feet.

The Witch's Kiss by Katharine Corr, Elizabeth Corr is a captivating read for young adult romance and fantasy enthusiasts who crave a swoon-worthy love story infused with magical realism, family drama, and a touch of adventure, making it a perfect fit for fans of enchanting, slow-burning tales of true love and self-discovery.

Bride of Dreams by Amara Luciano is a captivating read for young adult fantasy enthusiasts who crave adventurous tales of self-discovery, empowerment, and the unbreakable bonds of love and loyalty in the face of war and destiny.

[thelensofyashunews]

NEMZZZ FOLLOWS SMASH DEBUT MIXTAPE DO NOT DISTURB WITH BRAND NEW SINGLE ‘ATM’

The prolific Manchester rapper Nemzzz today drops his new single ‘ATM’. In a fast follow up to his recent debut mixtape DO NOT DISTURB which landed in March and reached #17 in the UK album charts.

Blending cinematic, sweeping orchestral instrumentation spliced with an icy industrial production from Zel, ‘ATM’ is brimming with Nemzzz’s sharp wordplay and playful adlibs as he reflects on his recent successes. 

Nemzzz is fresh from his sell-out second headline tour, hitting stages in Dublin, Glasgow, London (with a surprise drop in from K-Trap) and a homecoming show featuring Central Cee at Manchester Academy - Nemzzz’s biggest show to date in the city. Nemzzz will be returning to Wireless Festival this summer and has a sold-out EU tour set for this October including dates in Berlin, Amsterdam, Brussels and more.

Nemzzz’s debut mixtape DO NOT DISTURB landed in March to acclaim from NME (4*/Cover), Hypebeast UK, Wonderland, NOTION, DMY, Acclaim and support from Spotify (Global Hip-Hop Cover, Rap UK Cover), Soundcloud (Album of the Week), Apple Music, YouTube Music and more. 

The 11-track tape marked Nemzzz’s most expansive drop to date, an exploration of how the young artist is shaped by his upbringing and his fame. Nemzzz surprised fans the week after release, unveiling the Deluxe version featuring collaborations with rap heavyweights from both sides of the Atlantic, including Lil Yachty on the ethereal ‘IT’S US’, Headie One with the bouncy ‘I KNOW YOU CARE’ and  K-Trap on the siren-like ‘MAYFAIR’. The tape has already racked up over 120M+ streams since launch.

Marrying bars laced with Nemzzz’s wicked sense of humour, earworm hooks and a raw soulful-drill production - DO NOT DISTURB cemented Nemzzz’s status as the new titan of UK Rap. On singles including ‘ETA’ (a collaboration with German rap star Luciano), leadback mental health commentary ‘PTSD’ and the shimmering, jazz inflected ‘L’S’, Nemzzz drew acclaim from Central Cee, The Observer, Fader, CRACK, NME spins across BBC Radio 1, 1Xtra and more. The tape was rounded out by ‘MONEY AND VIBES’, which saw Nemzzz bring UK flavour to a flip of Justin Timberlake’s ‘Rock Your Body’. The single topped the A list at 1Xtra on release last year and continues to rack up over +1M streams a week. 

Nemzzz is one of the most exciting breakout rap talents of recent years. An old head on young shoulders, Nemzzz is relatable in a different way than a lot of his rap peers; driven less by punchlines about Birkin bags and more by the challenge of helping his young fans navigate their way through growing pains. The rapper is shaped by his tough upbringing in Gorton, using his music to reflect on his experiences including heartbreak, fake friends, financial literacy, finding your own path, and managing mental health amid social media addiction.

2023 was a massive year for the young star with a consistent slate of releases including his debut EP Nemzzz Type Beat (which was pulled together in just 17 days in a flex of his innate talents) alongside a string of singles including ‘Therapy’ (Spotify Rap UK Cover) and ‘8AM IN MANNY’ which landed to props from some of the biggest rappers in the world - Drake and Lil Yachty. Last year saw Nemzzz deliver his first sold-out headline tour alongside performances at festivals including Glastonbury, Ibiza Rocks and more. 

Since bursting onto the scene at the tender age of 14, Nemzzz has relentlessly chipped away at his craft – building steady buzz amongst the industry, media and fans alike. With over 180M combined streams in 2023, 9 Million TikTok views, tips including BBC Radio 1xtra's Hot For 2023, Amazon Music x Hunger Magazine Ones To Watch, No Signal Class of ’23, Best Newcomer Nominee MOBO Awards 2022, plaudits from Pitchfork, The Face, DAZED, The Guardian, HYPEBEAST, CLASH, Complex UK and NME - Nemzzz is making serious moves.

[scienceninjaturtle]

X-FACTOR #1

Mark Russell (W) • Bob quinn (A) • Cover by GREG LAND

VARIANT COVER BY SKOTTIE YOUNG

HAVOK VARIANT COVER BY MARCUS TO

HAVOK VIRGIN VARIANT COVER BY MARCUS TO

DISCO DAZZLER VARIANT COVER BY DAVID LOPEZ

VARIANT COVER BY EMA LUPACCHINO

VARIANT COVER BY MAHMUD ASRAR • VIRGIN VARIANT COVER BY TBA

WINDOWSHADES VARIANT COVER BY LUCIANO VECCHIO

FAME, FORTUNE, MUTANTS!

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40 PGS./Rated T+ …$4.99

[forza-collection]

Theros

Theros, a towering figure of 10 meters, stands as a vibrant and impulsive character within the realm of the reds. His very essence exudes fiery intensity and ferocity, emotions that burn with an unyielding fervor. Possessing an absolute gallantry, Theros struggles to contain the tempestuous nature of his feelings, often indulging in jests that push Alaric to the limits of his patience, showcasing the impetuous spirit that defines him.

In the grand tapestry of this vivid world, Theros finds an anchor in his friendship with Adriano. The calming presence of Adriano manages to soothe the fervor of Theros' emotions, creating a harmonious balance between their contrasting natures. Theros, Adriano, and Alaric form a trio that mirrors the dynamic of their younger counterparts: Arion, Raffaele, and Luciano.

Theros, the younger brother of Valerio, is a testament to the family's fiery disposition. Despite inheriting the passionate intensity of his emotions, Valerio has honed the ability to maintain control, serving as a guiding force for his impulsive sibling. Theros adorns himself with a coastal-inspired hairstyle, sweeping his hair back and allowing it to flow in waves, a rich garnet hue reminiscent of the background against which he stands.

His skin, a warm shade of pink, frames his features, marked by defined gestures and a penetrating gaze that exudes unwavering self-assuredness. A long, cascading beard in shades of red extends from his chin, curving down and intertwining with roots that spread towards his chest, as if embodying the very essence of vitality and strength.

Draped in a mantle of turquoise green, Theros emanates an undeniable vitality. From his chest blooms a flower of intricate design, with long veins of red coursing through its petals. This floral emblem stands as a symbol of growth, resilience, and the fruits of passion that Theros brings to the world of the reds.

[byneddiedingo]

Clint Eastwood in For a Few Dollars More (Sergio Leone, 1965)

Cast: Clint Eastwood, Lee Van Cleef, Gian Maria Volontè, Mara Krupp, Luigi Pistilli, Klaus Kinski, Luis Rodríguez. Screenplay: Sergio Leone, Fulvio Morsella, Luciano Vincenzoni. Cinematography: Massimo Dallamano. Film editing: Eugenio Alabiso, Giorgio Serrallongo. Music: Ennio Morricone.

Most of us didn't realize it until much later when he was an Oscar-winning director, but Clint Eastwood was a very smart man. When Sergio Leone's A Fistful of Dollars became a hit in Italy in 1964, he asked Eastwood if he would make a sequel. Eastwood hadn't seen the movie, which hadn't yet been dubbed in English and released in the States, so Leone sent him a print of the Italian version. Even though he didn't speak Italian, Eastwood immediately recognized Leone's skill, and signed up to do the sequel. It was a gutsy move: At the time, making genre films like Westerns and sword-and-sandal epics in Italy and Spain was a job for has-beens and never-weres. Eastwood was on the brink of becoming one of the latter: His career to that point had been mostly in TV, on the long-running series Rawhide, with a few unmemorable movies. But cultivating a persona distinct from that of Rawhide's callow Rowdy Yates, that of the taciturn Man With No Name* of the Leone films, proved to be precisely the right thing to do. By the end of the 1960s, he had become a major star. Narratively, For a Few Dollars More is not quite as tight as the first film -- for one reason because it lacks the well-tested framework of Akira Kurosawa's Yojimbo (1961) that was the underpinning of Fistful. Also, setting up a rivalry between Eastwood's character and that of Lee Van Cleef's Col. Douglas Mortimer tends to diffuse the story a bit: As in Fistful, Eastwood's character is beaten to a pulp by the bad guys, but so is Mortimer, and the double mauling feels gratuitous, especially since there's no particular reason why the bad guys shouldn't just kill them. But the sequel shows Leone growing in style and technique, with a fine use of widescreen in establishing shots and a deft use of closeups in establishing the characters, especially the bad guys in the mob headed by El Indio (Gian Maria Volontè, who had also been the chief villain, Ramón Roja, in Fistful). Am I the only one who suspects, from Leone's closeups of the mob's faces, that Leone had been influenced by Carl Theodor Dreyer's The Passion of Joan of Arc (1929)? One standout in the mob is a superbly twitchy Klaus Kinski as a hunchback named Juan. Ennio Morricone's score is integral to the film's success. The spareness of the music, scored only for a few instruments, serves as a contrast to the sweeping orchestral scores for Hollywood Westerns by composers like Dimitri Tiomkin and Max Steiner. Morricone and Leone recognized the need for silence, punctuated only occasionally by a penny-whistle tweedle or a guitar riff, to maintain the film's texture.

*Actually, he has a name in both films: In Fistful he is called "Joe," which is obviously just a generic name for an americano, while in the sequel he is known as Monco, the Italian word for "one-armed," in reference to his tendency to use his left hand while keeping his gun hand under his poncho.

[sheltiechicago]

Minimal Lines Contour the Expressive Women in Luciano Cian’s Bold Portraits

Rendered in sparse, sweeping lines and textured shapes, the women of Luciano Cian’s Tête portraits embody proximity and escape from formality. The digital series, short for tête-a-tête, is the latest in the Rio de Janeiro-based artist’s geometric body of work, which utilizes bright color palettes and minimal markings to define the contours of a cheek or shoulder. Each piece is an invitation, Cian shares, offering an intimate interaction with the anonymous subject.

All images © Luciano Cian

[aurorxaeternitatis]

       The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue across the sprawling landscape of Alhazaria. Domínico stood atop the parapets of the Royal Alcazar of Zahran, his keen gaze sweeping over the kingdom he ruled. From this vantage point, he could see the diversity of his realm unfold before him — the rugged coastline stretching out along the Sapphire Sea, the rolling hills adorned with vineyards and olive groves, the majestic mountains towering in the distance, and the vast desert to the south with its shimmering sand dunes. It was a kingdom at the crossroads of two worlds, a place where the beauty of the sea met the allure of exotic landscapes.

       As he looked out, Domínico's mind drifted back through the pages of history, tracing the footsteps of those who had come before him. Alhazaria was not just a kingdom; it was a living tapestry woven with the threads of generations past. The legacy of his ancestors, their triumphs and struggles, was etched into every stone and grain of sand that made up this land. He recalled the stories of King Rashid and Queen Amira, rulers who had guided Alhazaria through turbulent times, and he felt a weight of responsibility that came with his position as the current monarch.

       The city below hummed with activity — the markets bustling, the distant cries of vendors, the murmurs of the people. It was a symphony of order, orchestrated by his meticulous rule. Domínico knew his subjects looked to him and relied on his intellect and stratagem to navigate the complexities of their world. He was a descendant of their gods, after all.

       Yet, as the sun's glow deepened, his thoughts turned to the shifting currents beyond Alhazaria's borders. The impending union of Nunally Ambly des Ayvelles and Leopold von Furchtlos was more than a marriage alliance; it was a doorway, an opportunity—a chance for war and expansion. The tension of religious disparities, the discord of ambitions — Domínico dissected these elements with the precision of a strategist, his mind a whirlwind of calculations.

       The clash of faiths, he pondered. The implications of an alliance forged on differences. He considered potential catalysts — a skirmish on the fringes of Ambly des Ayvelles' domain involving displaced polytheists seeking shelter. It was a thread he could pull, a seam he could unravel. A spark to ignite the flames of a calculated war, a war he desired for his own gain.

       His fingers traced the carvings on the parapet as he imagined various scenarios. The board was set, the pieces poised, and he played with them in his mind. The reasons for war — he could conjure them as easily as he breathed. The consequences, the strategies, the victory — all painted with the strokes of his ambition.

       As the sun sank lower, Domínico's thoughts turned to Ángel, his younger brother. The brother he saw potential in, an uncut gem that could be honed and shaped to serve the kingdom's ambitions. In which way he was yet to decide, but just like with anyone in the kingdom, Domínico would find a purpose for him.

       " Your Grace, " Thoughts were brought to a halt and he was greeted by a familiar face — his loyal friend and confidant, Luciano. Luciano bowed slightly before meeting Dominico's gaze. " You seem preoccupied. "

       " Luciano, " Domínico greeted with a nod, his eyes fixated on the kingdom sprawled below, a land ripe with potential. " You've seen the shifts in the alliances, the brewing tensions at our borders. The marriage between prince Leopold and princess Nunally — it's an opening. "

       Luciano's brow furrowed as he studied Domínico's expression. " An opening for what, Your Grace? "

       Domínico's lips curved into a shrewd smile, a glint of determination in his eyes. " For expansion, my friend. Our realm has stood strong for generations, our history is etched with resilience. But the time has come to seize the moment, to grow beyond our current borders. "

       Luciano's gaze held a mix of understanding and concern. " Are we prepared for the consequences, Your Grace? War, bloodshed — those are not easy paths to tread. "

       Domínico's eyes remained unwavering, his voice resolute. " Every great ruler in history has faced such choices. The world bows to power, my friend. Our military is strong, our alliances won't fail us — I've made sure of that, and our people are loyal. "

       Luciano nodded slowly, his gaze distant as if contemplating the implications. " Even if they're loyal, will they stand with you in war after so many years of peace? I can imagine some being against it, and internal conflict will make us vulnerable — if it comes to it. "

       Domínico's expression softened, his tone carrying a hint of empathy. " Change is never easy, Luciano. But our realm's progress, its advancement—that will be our legacy. We will lay the foundations for a future that resonates through the ages. That is something the people will fight for, and they will if I'm the one doing the talking. "

       Luciano's lips quirked into a thoughtful smile. " You've always had a gift for turning adversity into advantage. "

       Domínico chuckled, a mixture of pride and amusement in his eyes. " It's what makes a ruler. We must adapt, evolve, and master the art of the unexpected. "

       " And what do you propose, Your Grace? " Luciano inquired, his curiosity piqued.

       Domínico's gaze grew intense, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the parapets. " We must explore every avenue, seek out weaknesses in our potential foes, and build a case for our actions. Political moves, diplomatic gambits, calculated alliances—all leading to a unified front. "

       Luciano nodded, a renewed determination gleaming in his eyes. " It shall be done as you wish. I'll send the word to those that need to hear it. You have my unwavering support, as always. "

       Domínico's smile seemed genuine, but even with their bond of trust and shared purpose, Luciano had always been someone Domínico used. " I'd be grievously wounded if I didn't, " he quipped.

       As night descended upon the kingdom, Domínico retreated into the depths of the palace, his mind a tempest of thoughts and plans. The future awaited, a tapestry waiting to be woven — one where faith, alliance, and ambition would converge in ways neither he nor the realm could predict. However, that didn't mean he couldn't control all of it. / @lured-into-wonderland

[atlatsofstories]

          closed starter for @wintcrstcrfall

another satisfyingly busy day on their turf; even better when their nightclub was bustling with people, most of the faces they knew and recognized for frequently visiting the establishment. now while running the places wasn't exactly Tony's territory, he still felt quite proud whenever Luciano businesses were thriving and successful. now even though he wasn't exactly involved in running the club, he had still been the one to tip off Marcus about the place where the nightclub had been established, made him extra proud. suppose though he had his hand in most Luciano business arrangements one way or the other, especially where illegal matters were concerned. after all, it was his life; Luciano family matters were his life.

for once Anthony was having a night off, thus he was gracing Marcus and the crew with his presence that night. he'd had his glass of whiskey, had varying types of conversations with empty promises with quite a few women, and spoken with his brothers that night. at some point Tony was simply just meandering around, learning and studying individual faces in the crowd; a habit, sometimes a very beneficial one at that. now when he had been just about to depart from the bar, after exchanging a handful of words with a bartender he knew, a new face caught his eye. a face so striking he had to take another look, noting how her dirty-blonde hair accentuated her exquisite features even when she made an unconscious attempt to sweep a part of her hair from covering her face. the male took only a brief moment to contemplate upon what he wanted to do; a smirk curling up at his features as soon as he decided to push from the other side of the bar area to her direction. could you imagine people stepping out of his way only because they knew who he was in the club? well, that was exactly what made it easier for him to reach the woman. then once he reached her, he came to occupy a space by her side, body facing where hers was facing, but his head turned to his direction. he took a good moment to run his eyes over the length of her body, though he was nothing but a suave gentleman as his gaze returned back to her face once more, " you're new here. what do you think abou' the place ? ".

[casinorose]

@lvciano

It was a strange thing being a guest-- no one to serve, no one to entertain. Still, the old habits of a good hostess die hard as her eyes sweep the room for anyone without a drink in their hand or a lone wolf keeping to the corner, in desperate need of spritely conversation. Her sharp gaze lands on a small balcony, a tall, familiar figure capturing her attention. Two drinks in hand, Rosalie strides towards the man.

"It's cruel, you know?" she says, "...making a girl chase." She can't remember the last time she had seen the man around Five Knocks, an uncharacteristic disappearance from the man she considered to be a regular...and an old friend. She offers Luciano a small smile as she hands him the flute of champagne. "Is home the only place you're to be found these days?" she teases, haphazardly, "Don't tell me you've taken to a life of virtue and solitude, forsaking any semblance of fun."

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Who are the most dangerous countries?

Danger is pretty subjective when it comes to nations. After all they hunt their targets fairly often. But here is my list, but it could change as I flesh out more nations.  

England ~ To strangers Oliver is as sweet as his cupcakes, but to those that really know him, they see the bright toxins hidden in his colorful eyes.

This strategy works best on those he eliminates for minor offenses, it’s easier for him to get closer and gather information. Once officially snagged, Oliver takes his time. Slowly slipping them laced cupcakes and watching them go mad. Before finishing them off with a satisfying hunt.

While those that get classified as major offenses suffer a much worse fate. Oliver firstly sends his rabbits out, having them report and creating paranoia. Slowly Oliver will invite himself into their life. Destroying the pillars that made it stable and turning into a face that disappears during high times and reappears like a smiling shadow at their downfall. At some point the cycle becomes too much and the victim seeks out the tormentor.

The chase leads the offender to Oliver’s cottage. The baby blue door creaks open, showing a dim hall speckled with a rainbow of pastels, calling to them. Once inside, the door closes with the softest click and the end begins with a hunt and finishes within the flames of his gas oven.

This mix of physical, spiritual, and mental games send them spiraling into Oliver’s bloodstained jaw. Which makes him one of the most dangerous of all.

Italy ~ This savvy mafioso’s charm hides his snake like cunning. Many that have fallen for his tricks don’t see the warning rattle, until the final strike of a blade’s hilt stuck in their breastbone.

Luciano enjoys the attention that comes from the smitten and gets sadistic pleasure when it comes from those that would rather see him burn. It doesn’t matter if your offense is major or minor, he will get rid of them all the same.

He will stroll into their favorite haunts, ensuring that they see him. Sitting or walking in their periphery, just enough to ensure that they look to him. Luciano will smirk as he feels their eyes rake over him like hot claws. The type of heat will affect the speed and final process.

If it is the green flame of jealousy, Luciano will drag on the peacocking while having his men undermining their plans. As the flames burn higher, it becomes a dark dance that leads the two to exchange blows. Yet, the offender can never hit and much watch as Luciano takes it all. Only when their knees have been scraped to the bloody bone by the rough concrete, chains cutting circles into their flesh does Luciano offer a ‘deal’. Swear loyalty to him and country through suicide or face a torturous death.

Should they pick the first, Luciano’s eyes will blow wide like a hunting shark as he watches them not only swear but also beg. Plead for a life that may only last a few more years. Just finish it, he will coo. But if they wait too long, then he’ll resort to the former. A long torturous death that involves not only many knives but devices that haven’t been spoken of since the days of the first pope.

Luciano will enjoy how the blue wildfire of lust destroys them from the inside. The game of hot and cold will last for weeks as Luciano tangles them into his piano wire web. Once he is sure their stuck within their obsession, they become a tool in Luciano’s arsenal. Used to blow off steam, information, altering plans to take down other traitors, and so much more.

Until one day something changes; out of use, a failure, betrayal, or he grew bored. On that day, Luciano will have end it all. A simple snap of his fingers, their dragged down to the basement. Tortured often until finally they give out. Death freeing them from their sinful pleasure.

The last fire is Luciano’s favorite, love. Its gentle warmth is easy to manipulate and cooks the most delicious emotions. This chase causes Luciano to become more direct. Sweeping them off their feet and treating them like the sweetest lover. The deeper the offender falls the easier it is for Luciano to reveal red flags. He will see how far he can take it before they fight back. Once they do it’s the end. Though, unlike the others Luciano gives them a quick death. The only reason for that is the raw emotions in that moment. The mix of betrayal and devastation are the purest in that moment he can’t stand to waste it over weeks.

So, should you meet a strange Italian man with magenta eyes. Beware and don’t give into your passions.

The North American Brothers ~ Unlike the others on this list, Allen and Matt are most dangerous as a duo. Like a pair of bachelor lions they not only cooperate well, but are quick to sabotage the other to fulfill their dreams.

When these two work together its usually the result of boredom. One is without much action and has exhausted all their other means of entertainment that lie within their borders. Thus, they help the other. Working as wolves the twins stalk their target, watching for weaknesses, learning behaviors, and leaving threats.

Those threats range from the typical cryptic letters, painted rocks thrown through windows to strangely rearranged homes and sudden solo encounters that leave the target terrified. Allen and Matt happily feast on the terror and tears as their offender struggles to hasten their plans.

The torture ends in one of two ways. First is their target’s plan is almost to the point of fruition or they become bored. No matter how it happens, the ending is the same.

The men disrupt their prey via an ambush. Any attempts of retaliation are quickly squished via the twins rampage. Their prey scuttles and squeals as it dashes off. Yet, there is no hope, even if armed. For like the bison in Yellowstone, the twins chase like wolves ready to let exhaustion weaken their prey before they go in for the kill.

When Allen and Matt work against each other it becomes a competition rather than a simple game. Points are based on a couple different categories; the damage done, amount of people taken out, and the fear struck. Each point is marked with schadenfreude as a red tally on the old, cracked, chalkboard that they have hanging in each of their homes.

This is the only situation where the target can flip the script. If they can convince the twins to focus more on sabotaging the other, then there is a chance of a temporary escape. That shared hatred of the trash human turns them into cooperation. Which spells out someone’s doom.

[djrj]

Playlist: November 26, 2024

7:02pm – Watch Over I Intro by Anthony B on King In My Castle (Born Fire Music)7:03pm – Sweep Over My Soul by Luciano on Sweep Over My Soul (Xterminator)7:06pm – Good & Great by Lila Ike on single (In.Digg.Nation Collective)7:09pm – Respect by Lucky Dube on Respect (Gallo Record Company)7:17pm – 1911 by Micah Shalom on Conscious Sound (Shalom Salaam Recordings)7:21pm – 1911 Dub by Micah Shalom on…

[morgueroulette]

To Heel

 October doesn’t want to like people. Its easy to be unattached and cold, letting someone in means handing them the other end of a leash fashioned around his heart. If he tries particularly hard, he can remember scant details about one of the first hands wrapped around that end.

He can also remember that she was likely the cause of his suffering.

“Luciano?” He glances up from his work, a quill in one hand and a bound book in his lap, journaling for the end of the night. “Luciano! Oh I’m so glad you’re here! Come on! I want to show you something!”

“Can it wait until I’ve finished my entry for the day I’ve-”

“No no! It cannot wait! Come out!” She’s leaned through the window of his London townhouse, her feet lifted off the ground as she reaches to paw at his arm. “You’re always stuck in there with your writing, come on then! it won’t be more than a few moments! Please!?”

“Odette.” A girl named for her grandmother several times back. Fiery red hair pinned up beneath her hat, her dress sweeping the cobbles of the street outside. “I am sure whatever you’re trying to show me is going to be there no matter how long it takes me to finish this sentence.”

“Doctor De Luca I demand you stop your foolish journaling this instant!”

“We are making demands now?” He laughs, shaking his head as he closes his notebook. “Alright, alright. I suppose I can remember my day’s activities after I’ve seen what’s so pressing for you.” He stands, stretching long arms over his head and running a hand through short-clipped dark hair. “Out of my window, I must lock up before I leave my office.” he reminded, Odette relenting and lowering herself back to the stones below. “Thank you, piccola cigno.”

He’s buttoning his coat over his chest when he steps down the stairs to join her, Odette gleefully wrapping her arm in his own and starting to tug him down the street. His heart twists pleasantly as she urges him to go faster- ever seeking the next most exciting thing in London that boot-clad feet can carry her toward. “You are certainly in rare form today. What’s gotten into you, little swan?”

“You and your questions, Luciano! Can you not just trust me once in a while?”

“With all my heart, I trust you. I simply wonder where it is you plan to lead me next, sometimes, is all.” He means it. She smiles and pulls him down into a kiss. This time, Odette drags him out of town and into a nearby field to watch the sunset from a vantage point she’d found while scouting new places to paint. A week from now, she’ll take him to a tree laden with fruit, and have him pick her pieces for hours while she sits in his lap and strokes his cheek with one pale hand. Eventually its to a pond where she sticks her toes in the water, splashing him when she comes back up.

Luciano follows, because he loves her. Odette leads, because she knows.

It’s not so strange after a couple decades that neither of them seem to be aging- Luciano thanks to his vampirism, Odette certainly slowed thanks to the fae that courses through her veins- that stains his lips in the throes of passion. It’s not difficult for them to move around, not really, and wherever she would choose to go, he was never far behind- she sought adventure, and he sought to spend every second he could in her glow. 

But adventure eventually led to the shores of America, his credentials as a doctor long expired, he instead took a job at a local newspaper, a reporter to Odette’s passion with flowers. She opened a shop on the corner, located just so across the street from the paper offices that he could see her through his window, drawing hearts in the fog on the glass when his boss wasn’t looking. She would laugh, wave and smile and blow a kiss that he always made certain to catch, and he kept fresh flowers on the corner of his desk, carefully curated by her skillful hands.

Eventually, ‘Luciano’ didn’t get him interviews, others distrusting of him and his intentions. becoming ‘October’ fixed that. But both sounded just as sweet coming from her lips.

October still followed, because with everything, he loved her. Odette led, because she knew he would never stab her in the back.

“Octobeeeeeer!” He looks up from his work, the radio playing softly in the background as Odette slips through the front door. “Darling I have to show you something.”

“Can it wait until you’ve had dinner and I’ve-” She shoots him a look, and he sighs, sitting the pan he’s taken down from the cabinets beside the stove. “I’ll review my notes later then. How should I dress?” 

“Like you’re taking me out!”

“For dinner!?”

“You don’t eat, you big fool!” He smiles, shakes his head as she shouts from the living room. eventually he appears again, dressed in his sunday best and a sideways smile as she kisses the corner of his mouth and ties his tie with skillful hands. “You trust me, right? Not going to spend the whole trip bombarding me with questions?”

“I don’t even get a couple?”

“Not even a couple, Mr. De Luca.”

“Alright, alright.” And once more he’s following her down dark streets, her hands in one of his own as she tugs him along, light dancing against the earrings in her ears, across her necklace, presents from October himself bought with bonuses  from the paper. He wants to commit this to memory, how happy she looks as she pulls him along.

They arrive at a club he’s not familiar with a bit later, Odette slipping through the front door with a smile as he takes a moment to finish his cigarette. It’s snuffed out under his foot before he takes the few steps it takes to go inside- and then somebody has him around the neck.

“What-” It’s all he gets out before there’s a needle breaking skin, plunger depressed and the rush of blood into his system makes his gut turn hard. He’s never felt this sick before in his life, and it’s coming on fast. Blood and bile burn the back of his throat and he’s hitting the ground a second later, vision swimming as he tries his best to hold it together. “Od-Odette?” He manages before he throws up, the toe of her shoe entering his eyeline before he’s struck with something magical, unable to move even if the poison coursing through him hadn’t already done just that.

“...Don’t kill him, you fool....” before he’s lapsing out into unconsciousness, the last thing he sees is her face, and if October’s honest- it’s a good enough way to die.

Except he doesn’t.

No, when the world seeps back in, October can’t move his arms down from their place above his head, blood staining the front of his dress shirt, tie so carefully tied what had only been hours before messy and loose around his shoulders, and there’s one thing on his mind.

“Odette!?” He barks into the still of the cabin, pulling hard at his restraints, fingers flexing weakly as his stomach lurches in the aftermath of his poisoning. “Odette!?”

“October... hush.” Her voice calms him, blue eyes lifting to honey brown ones.

“Odette what- what happened I-” He’s scared. Nothing makes sense, and she looks so calm seated across from him that she has to know more than him-

“Don’t you trust me, October?”

“...With every part of me.”

“Then stop asking so many questions.”

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“Sit on it and spin, buddy!” October barks over the sound of traffic, throwing one finger up at a passing car that nearly hit him in the crosswalk. “Nobody in this fucking city knows how to drive...” He mutters, unlocking the door to his apartment and throwing his keys on the table by the door.

“Octoooooober...”

“Oh no, not tonight you haunting fuckin’ cunt, I’m getting drunk and going to sleep. I’m not...” He breathes out hard, bracing his hand on a wall. “Not letting this happen tonight.”

But somewhere in his mind he remembers the light catching on an ornate golden swan. Warm sun on his skin as she eats sweet fruit in his lap.

Something nags at him about Percy, too.

“...m’gonna need more than just beer.”

[federationsound]

Federation Invasion #500 (Dancehall Reggae Megamix) 03.24.21

Fade Away. Junior Byles

Jah Glory  - Glen Washington               

Why Be Afraid - Tony Rebel

Ghetto People Song - Everton Blender

Are You Satisfied - Ras Shiloh

Never Dis the Man - Sanchez

In This Together - Luciano, Louie  Culture & Terror Fabulous

I Wonder - Sizzla

Good Ways - Sizzla

Never Give Jah Up - Sugar Minott                 

Jah Jah Bless Me - Jah Cure

Earth a Run Red - Richie Spice                  

Lots of Sign - Tenor Saw

Declaration of Rights - Freddie Mcgregor

Created by the Father - Dennis Brown

Punchline - Luciano

Who I Am - Capleton

Praise Ye Jah - Sizzla

Praise Him - Sanchez

Seek God - Bounty Killer

Kette Drum- Determine & Beenie Man

Think You Have It All - Shabba Ranks

Jah Jah City - Capleton

Love The Solution - Jah Cure

Liberation - Morgan Heritage

  2) Badman Tunes

  Gangsters Anthem - Terror Fabolous

Bogus Badge - Louie Culture

Murderer - Barrington Levy & Beenie Man

Respect - Shabba Ranks

No Threat - Coco Tea

Sail - Wayne Wonder

The Test - Spragga Benz

Gundelero - Cobra

Bandelero - Pinchers

Carpenter - Pinchers

Find and Kill - Cobra

Narrow Escape - Capleton

Top a Top - Bounty Killer

Shine & Criss - Shabba Ranks

Mi Gun Talk - Terry Ganzie

Yu Think A Little Gun - Cobra

Whoa - Cobra

Down in the Ghetto - Bounty Killer

Action Speak Louder Then Words - Bounty Killer

War - Bounty Killer

Gun Man Tune - Panhead

Dead This Time - Bounty Killer

New Gun - Bounty Killer

Lodge - Bounty Killer

Gun

Bad Man - Assassin

Crime - Cobra

  3) Bounty Killer / Beenie Man

  Long or Tall - Bounty Killer

Make It Tan So Den - Beenie Man

Not Another Word - Bounty Killer

Mobster - Beenie Man

War Beyond The Stars - Bounty Killer

Any Mr. Man - Beenie Man

Dunns River Fall - Bounty Killer & Scare Dem Crew

Wicked Man - Beenie Man

Spy Fi Die - Bounty Killer

Dem Nuh Have No Heart - Bounty Killer

It's A Wonder - Beenie Man & Risto Benji

Memories (Stop Live In The Past) - Beenie Man

Suspence - Bounty Killer

Dengue Fever (- Beenie Man

Ask Fi War - Bounty Killer

Benz & the Bimma - Bounty Killa

Girls Dem Way - Beenie Man

Stucky - Bounty Killer

One Of Us - Ghost & Beenie Man

Mi Heartbeat - Bounty Killer

Slam - Beenie Man

  4) 90’s / 2000’s Juggling

  Desperate Measures - Baby Cham

Blazing - Surprize / Wayne Wonder

Magnum - Spragga Benz Introducing Twice

Bad Mind - Tony Curtis

Let Dem Have It - Merciless

Opportunity - Buju Banton

Dark Glass - Beenie Man & Goofy

Warlord - Bounty Killer

Shotta - Boom Dandimite

Soco Numa - Buccaneer

Mega Nitro Mix - Bounty Killer

Fed Up - Bounty Killer

Bad Mind Ago Kill Dem - Capleton

Wha Dat Fa - Baby Cham

Step It Up - Baby Cham & Frankie Sly

The Return - Baby Cham

Middle Fingers In The Air - Baby Cham

Mi See It - Frankie Sly

We Are Jamaicans - Shaggy

Caught In A The West - Bounty Killer

Quarter To Twelve - Simpleton

Anti Christ - Captian Barkey

God Bless - Shabba Ranks

Dun Wife - Cobra

Peanut Punch - Fabby Dolly

  5) Dancing

  Do The Reggay - Toots & The Maytals

Della Move - Admiral Bailey

Duck - Red Dragon

Stuck - Early Black

World Dance - Beenie man

Tatie - Snagga Puss

Dance The Angel - Harry Toddler

Bogle - Buju Banton

Butterfly - Jigsy King & Tony Curtis

All About Dancing - Tony Matterhorn

Row Like A Boat - Beenie Man

Higher Level - Elephant Man

Pon De River - Elephant Man

Skip To Ma Luu - Serani feat. Ding Dong & Razz & Biggy

Dweet - Ding Dong & Bravo

Bad Man Pull Up - Ricky Blaze

Tek It To Dem - Ricky Blaze

Blase - Elephant Man

Weh Di Time - Voicemail, Delly Ranks & Bogle

Ready To Party (Weh Di Time 2)- Voicemail, Delly Ranks, Bogle & Ding Dong

Willie Bounce - Elephant Man

Ele Medley (Willie Chin Kopa Remix) - Elephant Man

Scooby Doo (Black Chiney Remix) - Elephant Man

S.T.O.P. - Sultex

Wacky Dip - Voicemail Feat. Ding Dong

Arcle - Galtego Bay Sweep - Crazy Chris feat. Ami

Cut Dem Off - Ricky Blaze                   

Everybody Dance - Merital

  6) Vybz Kartel

  Portmore Scheme (Dub) - Vybz Kartel

Represent Portmore - Vybz Kartel

Seh Weh Yuh Feel Fi Seh - Vybz Kartel

Welcome The Outlaw - Vybz Kartel

Run Them Down - Vybz Kartel

Court Case - Vybz Kartel

OK - Vybz Kartel & Bascom X

Most High - Vybz Kartel

Start Well - Vybz Kartel

Up To The Sky - Vybz Kartel

Sweet To The Belly (Remix) - Vybz Kartel & Celine Dion

Whine (Wine) - Vybz Kartel

Robbery - Vybz Kartel

Portmore Freestyle - Vybz Kartel, Singa Blinga, Geez & Lennymatic

My Scheme - Vybz Kartel

My Gun - Vybz Kartel

How Gun Rise - Mavado & Vybz Kartel

Weh Dem A go - Vybz Kartel & Javinchi

Laugh & Shot Dem - Aidonia & Vybz Kartel

When Badman Buss It - Aidonia & Vybz Kartel

Work’ Boss - Vybz Kartel

Dancehall Hero Part 2 - Vybz Kartel & Popcaan

Party Me Say (Me Nice) - Vybz Kartel

Portmore City to Uptown - Vybz Kartel

Drive By - Vybz Kartel

Girls Like Mine - Bounty Killer & Vybz Kartel

Gal Clown - Bounty Killer & Vibez Cartel

Gun Clown - Vybz Kartel

  7) Dubplates

  Nice Up The Dance / Reggae (Dub) - Kabaka Pyramid

Heavy (Dub) - Pad Anthony & Jigsy King

Cool Out Son(Dub) - Jr Murvin

Sound Boy Killing (Dub) - Kojak

Full Up (Dub) - Bunny General

In The Ghetto (Dub) - Johnny Osborne

Murderer (Dub) - Johnny Osborne

Gangster Sound (Dub) - Johnny Osborne

Modern Day Judas (Dub) - Jesse Royal

Here I Come (Dub) - Barrington Levy

Prison Oval Rock (Dub) - Barrington Levy

Spanish Town Rocking(Dub) - Chronixx

Sudden Flight (Dub) - Protoje

News Carryin’ Dread (Dub) - Chronixx

BLXXD MXNEY (Dub) - Protoje

Steamin (Dub) - Fyakin

Four Twenty (Dub) - Capital D

Father Protect Me (Dub) - Keznamdi

Immaculate (Dub) - Kabaka Pyramid

Smoke Badman (Dub) - Chino

Late Night Scheme (Dub) - Vybz Kartel & Wayne Marshell

Prison Life (Dub) - Vybz Kartel

Bashment Party Medley (Dub) - Wayne Wonder

Medley (Dub) - Mr Easy

Medley (Dub) - Baby Cham

Eagles Cry (Dub) - T.O.K.

Uzi Draw (Dub) - Vybz Kartel

  8) Remix Segment

  Sound Bwoy Killing (Dub) - Mega Banton

Forever Young (Dub) - Wayne Wonder

Mix Up (Dub) - Agent Sasco

People (Dub) - Ward 21

King Kabaka (Dub) - Kabaka Pyramid

Raggamuffin (Dub) - Koffee

Here Comes Trouble (Dub) - Chronixx

Lonely - Bascom X

Nobody Has To Know - Kranium

Like Glue - Sean Paul

Ravin - Popcaan

Summertime - Vybz Kartel

Beat Up - Vybz Kartel

Stamina Daddy - Buju Banton

Memories - Beenie Man

Tour - Capleton

Who Dem - Capleton

No Way - Spragga Benz

Goggle - Tanya Stephens

Foundation - Beenie Man

Brooklyn (Dub) - Screechy Dan

Easy (Dub) - Suku Ward

  9) Showtime Riddim

  Galong Ya Gal - Baby Cham

Gal Splurt - Cobra

Gal Pon De Side - Frisco Kid

Hot Gal - Shaggy

Bashment Party - Rayvon & Red Foxx

Seargent Wallace - Frisco Kid

Searching Dem Searching - Wayne Wonder

Rain Again - Mr. Easy

98 - Spragga Benz

We Nuh Like - Spragga Benz

Slurp - Stranger (Dave Kelly)

Hypocrite - Beenie Man

Eagle And The Hawk - Bounty Killer

Murderer (Dub) - Bounty Killer

Weed Medley (Dub) - Bounty Killer

Humble Thought (Dub) - Sizzla

Ganja Medley (Dub) - Roundhead

Weed Blazing (Dub) - T.O.K.

Send On (Dub) - Vybz Kartel

Send On The War (Dub) - Vybz Kartel

Touch Me If Ya Bad (Dub) - Vybz Kartel

Get To The Point (Sizzle) - Sizzla

Praise Ye Jah (Dub) - Sizzla

Keep It Blazing (Dub) - T.O.K.

Rock And Pop Off (Dub) - T.O.K.

Medley (Dub) - Ward 21

Rhyme (Dub) - Timberlee

Rass Piece A Punaany - Natalie Storm

Medley (Dub) - Cobra

Oldies Medley (Dub) - Sean paul

  10) New Tunes

  Safe N Sound - Chronixx

Lockdown - Koffee

Elephant Man - Time Cow & RTKal

Me & My Lady - Tessellated

Young Boss (Remix) - Blvk H3ro x Wayne J x Skillibeng

Budum - Jada Kingdom

Likkle Bit a Money - Govana

Mr. Universe - Skillibeng

5Gs - Runkus, Kabaka Pyramid, Jesse Royal, Munga & Royal Blu

New Step - Runkus feat. Kabaka Pyramid

G - Royal Blu & Runkus

Thy Will (Remix) - Lila Ike feat. Skillibeing

Trample Dem - Kabaka Pyramid

Like Royalty - Protoje ft. Popcaan

Mango - Sevana

Fresh & Clean - Jaz Elise ft. Govana

Sean Paul & Suku - Space Ship

Gal Policy - Kranium

Ambition - Yaksta

Cool As The Breeze / Friday - Chronixx

Yeng - Intence

Clip Tall - IWaata

Crocodile Teeth - Skillibeng

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