#Malachi Records

[curryvillain]

.@IzyBeats Takes Career To New Levels With Debut Album, "Edgehill"

Miami-based Producer IzyBeats has been leveling up these past few years. When the world heard “Izy, are you kidding me?” off of Koffee’s 2018 smash hit, “Toast“, they didn’t know that they would be introduced to a Man who will score success beyond his wildest dreams. From GRAMMY awards to Platinum records, Izy wants more. He has been building on his legacy, and every brick is one of success. He…

[rosenongrata]

JUST TAKE IT AAAAAAAAAAAA

[anx1oustig3r]

10 21 30 for Malachy 👀

QUEUE MY SOBBING OVER MY POOR MANS

10: What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

“I’m fine. I just got into a stupid fight.”

This started his downplaying of his abuse to Delia and it allowed her to turn a blind eye to how he was being treated by both her husband and the other guards. As the years went on he would be kicking himself every time he said something like that. Ultimately it lead to his mental health being in complete tatters and the events at the pub that followed.

21: Why do they get up in the morning? 

To spend time with his niece. Malachy loved Mireska more than anything and he knew that looking after her was also a way of supporting his sister who was struggling with pretty nasty ppd. Knowing everything that had happened prior, he wanted there to be someone that she could trust and feel loved by. For the longest time that’s what kept him going. Sadly there was a point where even Mireska couldn’t help him.

30: Who do they most regret meeting? 

Scath. 100% Scath. This was part of his conflict internally. Admittedly he wishes he’d never offered to help Delia. He’d always loathed Lord Sunbreeze just as his family did, and not only did that tyrannical rat of a man put his sister into a dire position, he treated him like shit and left him at the mercy of his main abuser: Fionn. There’s a reason he didn’t want to go home from the pub.

[thoughtportal]

This is a developing news story and may be updated as more information is obtained. If you value such information, please support this Substack.

On Dec. 1, a woman immolated herself with a Palestinian flag outside the Israeli consulate in Atlanta.

Now, according to the Atlanta Fire Rescue Department, the woman — referred to in their report as “Jane Doe” — is alive and “in stable condition” at Grady Memorial Hospital, where she has been since the immolation.

After repeated requests for her name, the department stated to this reporter in an email that it “does not disclose the identities of victims”. Repeated inquiries to Grady, which is a public hospital, went unanswered. The hospital houses the Walter L. Ingram Burn Center.

“Jane Doe” is 27.

When asked if they had made any comment to tell the public that she was still alive this entire time, the official at Atlanta Fire Rescue Department said they “shared the last updated with local media via email on 12/21/23. The release stated: ‘The victim remains hospitalized in critical condition. The security guard, who attempted to assist the burn victim, has been released from the hospital.’” Several internet searches on that quote produce no results. This would also indicate that "Jane Doe" went from critical to stable condition without public notice. 

Aaron Bushnell immolated himself at the Israeli embassy in Washington, D.C. on Sunday, explaining “I will no longer be complicit in genocide” and shouting “Free Palestine!” repeatedly as he burned alive. So, his case — unlike many other self-immolations including Gregory Levey, Raymond Moules, Timothy T. Brown, Malachi Ritscher and others — has received some attention. Thus, “Jane Doe” being ignored fits with the usual pattern. Bushnell is the exception — probably because he livestreamed it. See “Ignoring Immolators Lulls the Society to Sleep.”

As Bushnell was burning himself alive, an officer pointed a gun at him, barking orders as if he constituted a threat. A security guard, Michael Harris, sustained injuries working to rescue “Jane Doe” — but there were similarities, where she was actually viewed as a potential threat.

At one point, the police report for “Jane Doe” refers to it as being a case of “arson”.

Much of the media coverage and general discussion of her self-immolation in December focused on if she had done damage. The Atlanta Police Chief said: “We believe this building remains safe, and we do not see any threat here.” The Israeli government released a statement: “It is tragic to see the hate and incitement toward Israel expressed in such a horrific way.”

Police records indicate that they obtained a search warrant and entered an apartment they believed to be associated with “Jane Doe” — initially using a drone:

The drone was able to relay information as to the layout and the belongings inside. After it was deemed "safe" entry was made with bomb technicians. While clearing the apartment no improvised explosive devices were located.

The police report also noted:

During the search a Quran was found in the bedroom along with a [sic] Arabic dictionary and a Hebrew dictionary. The bedroom bookshelf contained books related to fiction and fantasy. A "Drug use for grown ups" book was on the bookshelf as well. Two journals were seized from the bedroom. A thumbdrive was seized from the bedroom as well. A laptop computer was seized from the kitchen counter. A copy of the search warrant was left in the living room of the apartment. The front door [of] the apartment was secured before law enforcement left the premises.

When pressed for more information in compliance with an Open Records Request under Georgia law, Atlanta Fire Rescue Department claimed: “There is an ongoing and active investigation for the incident in question, which is why the only releasable information has been shared via the incident report. Investigative documentation is not available for release until the investigation is closed.”

[confusedhomicidalrage]

Can you do one on Isaac being bullied and Malachi helping with it pls 🩷🩷

Yeah, sure! :D

Of course, Trigger warning; mentions/acts of bullying

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As the bell ring, signaling the end of math class, Isaac sighed in relief. He hated math, although it was an important subject. He waited until the other students were mostly outside the classroom, so he wouldn't get caught in the sea of people on his way out. Stuffing his things into his schoolbag and leaving the classroom, he couldn't even walk away properly before someone grabbed his arm and shoved him against a wall. Isaac could already guess who it was, that stupid 7th grader who kept getting a kick out of bullying him: Tyler.

Isaac rolled his eyes, and attempted to just walk away, but Tyler kept him pinned against the wall. "Hey Fucker, how's your day?" ,Tyler asked with fake kindness, which just made Isaac scoff in frustration. "Horrible now that I've seen your ugly face" ,Isaac scowled, clenching his fists. Being called ugly was something Tyler hated, and so his immediate response was to slap Isaac harshly across the face, making the latter yelp quietly. "The hell did you say to me!?" ,Tyler exclaimed angrily, gripping Isaac's collar tightly. Isaac huffed, and tried to get away from Tyler, but to not avail.

Tyler growled at Isaac's attempts to get away, and kicked him in the stomach. Isaac coughed, holding his stomach, tears building up in his eyes now. "Ow- what the hell even is your problem!?" ,Isaac whimpered, trying to keep his voice from cracking as tears rolled down his cheeks. Tyler rolled his eyes, and as he got ready to punch Isaac, the latter squeezed his eyes shut. But after a few seconds, Isaac got confused when he didn't feel any impact. He opened one of his eyes, to be met with the sight of Malachai tightly gripping Tyler's wrists. "What the hell dude!? Let me go!" ,Tyler yelled, trying to free himself form Malachai. But considering Malachai was older, and stronger, the escape attempt proved to be anything but successful.

Malachai simply looked towards Isaac, and asked: "Has he been bullying you for a while or was this a one time thing?" Isaac hesitated to reply, but muttered: "..This has been going on for a while now..." Malachai narrowed his eyes, and then glared at Tyler, tightening his grip. Tyler cried out in pain, struggling around and shouting at Malachai to let go. Malachai scowled and then hit Tyler straight into the chest, knocking the air out of him. Tyler stumbled to the floor, coughing and gasping a little for air. Isaac's eyes widened, but Malachai just took him into his arms.

The students, and teachers, in the hallway stared at the two in shock, some were recording. Malachai just scoffed, and grabbed Isaac's hand, leading him away form Tyler. Isaac sniffled, his tears rolling down his cheeks rapidly. Malachai sighed and hugged Isaac, letting the younger boy sob into his shoulder. "T-Thank You-" ,Isaac choked out between sobs. Malachai just smiled a little and patted his back.

[gaybae1021]

Happy Sibling Day!

Wow look at me, I actually planned ahead to make a piece for a specific day and finished it on time wowie.

Anyway have some sibling pairs bein’ cute!

Okay and since I suck at shutting up my thought processes behind the pieces!

Garroth and Zane: Hc that Zane is very smart but had some speech issues early on. Speech therapy helped a lot, to the point where he becomes almost absurdly eloquent as his reading quickly translates into his speech. The comic is set early on in this therapy, so he’s just starting to vocalize names, and he hasn’t quite grasped the -th sound yet lol.

Laurance and Cadenza: Okay I actually have two ideas for Laurance’s ginger phase that I can’t choose between.

Option 1: As Laurance got older he and Cadenza started getting confused for a couple by strangers, which got on both of their nerves. Laurance lost the draw for who had to change their hair color, but ends up really liking the orange as it makes him feel closer to Candenza

Option 2: Since Laurance and Hayden look more similar people start to assume Cadenza is just Laurance’s friend and not part of the family. It gets to the point where Cadenza wants to dye her hair brown to fit in with them, but knowing how much she loves her hair Laurance offers to dye his instead, so that they can be equally confusing.

Dimitri and Naoko: Dimitri was raised by Nicole for most of his childhood before her and Dante decide to try a coparenting situation. He’s hesitant about his new sister, but quickly warms up to her. All the parents are definitely recording it to embarrass him later lol.

Levin and Malachi + Lilith and Alina: I wanted to draw them all together, maybe in a joking rivalry kind of way, (child batch 1 vs child batch 2) but I settled for pictures of them on Aph’s walls.

[leianaberrie]

damon being the last villain is better then the false legend they tried claiming katherine to be at the end I still lmao at the claim katherine is some bad bi#ch I'm honestly convinced the Squirrel Elena tried eating was a badder bi#ch then katherine lol why did they have thee Malachi parker say stupid sh#t like that

Even at her worst, Katherine's biggest priorities were surviving Klaus and messing with her ex and his new girlfriend so the show trying to spin her as this puppet-master-mind was ridiculous.

Also one thing I find interesting about Katherine is how much she's presented as this femme fatale who wraps men around her finger, and Katherine obviously hypes up this reputation and wants people to think she is. But that's not really supported by the narrative:

Nadia's baby daddy: arguably, Katherine's first love and the only thing we know about him is that he wasn't there when she went through labour and had her baby ripped out of her arms.

Klaus: Katherine's second crush and the second man in her life to fake being in love with her so he could user her.

Trevor: The first man that Katherine managed to "use" but this was only after he found her for Klaus and was willing to let her die. From what we see, it's not even clear if Katherine manipulated him or he just had a crisis of conscience.

Elijah: Arguably, the first man to love Katherine without first having an agenda but he didn't love her enough to stop his brother from killing her. He just came up with a plan that he hoped would bring her back to life. Then the second time they date, Katherine's cocky to Rebekah and Elena but who ends up dumping whom? Katherine begs Elijah to run away with her, but he decides to play house with Klaus's baby mother instead.

Damon: So far the only man that Katherine manages to manipulate without first using vampire compulsion. But considering how weird Damon is about his brother's girlfriends and close female friends, I wonder how much of it was Katherine and how much was Damon just wanting what Stefan had. Also considering how quickly Damon got over Katherine once Elena - Stefan's new girlfriend - was in the picture, I wonder how much of it was Katherine at all.

Stefan: Most, if not all of Katherine manipulating Stefan was Katherine using vampire compulsion to rape him make him OK with sleeping with her and Damon at the same time. So this wasn't about Katherine being a femme fatale but her using a superpower than every vampire had.

Mason: The second man that Katherine clearly manipulated. Although again this was less about her using her beauty and charm and more about her straight up scamming him like a con-artist when she pretended to be his friend so she could instigate him to triggering his wolf curse. Mason also hid the moonstone in a well of vervain so he didn't completely trust her either.

Not counting Cade because that's obviously the show pushing that narrative but notice how only 2 people claim that Cade was Katherine's puppet. Kai - who's trying to mess with Bonnie at the time and Katherine - who of course wants to believe that she was the one using him and not the other way around. Cade himself never mentions her and everything he's trying to do is for himself. To free himself out of Hell and to get more powerful. At best, I would say he and Katherine might have a mutual alliance but considering her track record, it's far more likely that this was another man who was using her.

So yeah, Katherine as the Ultimate Big Bad never made sense. Damon was the one whose brand of evil crossed from pragmatism to petty cruelty.

[mariacallous]

(JTA) — When I was 18 years old, like many American Jews, I spent a gap year in Israel. At a right-wing army-prep program called Mechinat Yeud, located in the illegal settlement of Efrat, I learned Torah, went on hikes and practiced krav maga. I fondly look back at this year as a positive experience and a time when I matured as a young adult.

I also saw the daily mechanisms of the occupation, though I didn’t have the vocabulary to articulate this.

Over that year, I saw Palestinians whose cars bore different license plates than those driven by Jews. I saw a checkpoint between Israel and the West Bank that was a formality to Jews like my friends and me but very real to the Palestinians living right next to us. Though I finished my year in Yeud with a strong desire to live in Israel, I also knew that I couldn’t be complicit in Palestinian oppression. 

I eventually moved to Israel and threw myself into anti-occupation activism, spending weeks and months at a time in Palestinian communities in the West Bank. In addition to the bureaucratic oppression that Palestinians face on a daily basis, I saw — and sometimes was a victim of — the settler violence that plagues the West Bank.

During the American civil rights movement, Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel famously referred to his protesting as “praying with his feet.” This past Yom Kippur, when the rabbis of the Talmud tell us to fully prostrate ourselves during prayer, I asked for forgiveness with my whole body by spending the Day of Atonement in Ein Rashash, a Palestinian Bedouin shepherding community located 22 miles northeast of Ramallah. Its residents had requested a 24/7 presence from solidarity activists due to threats from the nearby Israeli outpost of Malachi Hashalom.

According to a United Nations report released on Sept. 21, 1,105 Palestinians fled their homes and villages in 2022 and 2023. The report stated that settler violence is at a record high since the U.N. began documenting the trend in 2006. 

This report includes the villages of Ein-Samia, Al-Qabun, al-Baqa and Ras al-Tin. All of these villages were located near Ein Rashash, and like Ein Rashash, the communities all relied on shepherding for their livelihood. Settler attacks in the Palestinian towns of Huwara and Turmus Aya, frequently described as pogroms, have received attention within Israel and internationally.

Ein Rashash has faced similar settler violence and harassment. Shortly upon entering the village, one can see where settlers shattered the windows of homes and destroyed an outhouse in an attack in June. The community is considering leaving their land just like the community of Ein-Samia and many others have done. 

In response to this violence, a group of activists, most notably Rabbi Arik Ascherman, is spending long periods of time in Ein Rashash — located north of the ruins of Ein-Samia — to use our privilege as a de-escalating presence. When non-Palestinian activists are around, settler violence is less likely. Ein Rashash and the nearby villages are all located in Area C, the portion of the West Bank under full Israeli control as per the Oslo Accords. The Palestinian residents do not have Israeli citizenship, and they are subject to military law as opposed to the civil courts through which Israeli settlers are tried. “Protective Presence” activism is utilized in other communities in Area C that face regular threats of settler violence and home evictions, such as Masafer Yatta. I have done several shifts already, and I volunteered for the Yom Kippur shift.

I was accompanied by five other activists. The first thing we did was assign roles in case settlers came. Who would call the police or other activists? Who would film? Who would stand in front of a settler’s car if he tried to enter the village or drive through a flock of sheep? These are normal conversations in this line of work. 

There is no break during Protective Presence activism. Either there’s an immediate incident, or you’re waiting for the next one. Every unfamiliar car or person in the distance can be a settler coming to attack or harass or bringing soldiers to force Palestinians off their land. A drone from the nearby outpost hovered overhead for around 30 seconds, and I was on edge for the next hour. You sleep with one eye open. Jewish holidays often bring with them right-wing violence in Israel and the West Bank. Hate crimes were carried out in Bat Yam this year and last year, and in 2021 there was a settler pogrom in the Palestinian village of Mufagara.

This is exhausting and emotionally draining. Unlike many other Protective Presence shifts I have participated in, Yom Kippur ended without incident. 

After 25 hours, I had the privilege of going home to Jerusalem. Palestinians do not have this option. This is their life. 

According to Torah, on Yom Kippur the Israelites are told to “afflict themselves.” The rabbis concluded that self-affliction must refer to fasting, reasoning that “affliction” refers to something that, when taken to a certain extent, can lead to death. 

Life under occupation can, and does, lead to death. One look at the statistics makes that all too clear. Since 2000, 10,667 Palestinians in the occupied territories have been killed by Israeli soldiers or civilians.

Protective Presence is my self-affliction. And yet, in homage to Yom Kippur’s imagery of being sealed in the Book of Life, life goes on. Activists laughed with and got to know each other and our Palestinian hosts. We read and we ate delicious homemade food. We didn’t embrace misery as a form of repentance. We embraced the full spectrum of life. 

I believe fasting is mentally, physically and spiritually unhealthy. The only self-affliction I find meaningful is in sharing the pain — and the joy — of my fellow human beings, particularly in a way that lightens their pain and suffering. The people of Ein Rashash have told us that our presence is making their lives easier and helping them stay on their land. The children are laughing and playing in a way that they were not when we first started these shifts. This has been the most meaningful Yom Kippur I’ve ever had.

In Mishnah Yoma 8:9, we learn that repentance on Yom Kippur only allows us to atone for the sins between ourselves and God. For a sin against another person, one must “satisfy their fellow.” We don’t need to ask God for forgiveness. We must stand with the Palestinians suffering under Israeli rule, until they’re satisfied. 

I know that it’s not a matter of if the settlers will be back, but when. For as long as that’s the case, I will continue to pray with my body and sometimes “self-afflict” in the name of justice and equality. The Talmud states self-affliction does not absolve one from their sins towards other people, only those towards God. And yet, our sins towards other people are the ones for which we direly need to repent.

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Unexpected Conversation

The Roost Coffee Shop

Benjamin and Malaysia are heading to San Sequoia tomorrow to spend a couple of weeks with Andrei. Before they leave, Malachi took her out for lunch and coffee. They were having a great conversation about family, life, and her future. He mentioned how happy he was to have spent the last two weeks together and how much fun it’s been.

Malachi: You know, I always thought you’d want to follow in my footsteps and get into music. When you were little, I’d always find you playing with my instruments, wanting to sing and record Simtube videos with me. Malaysia: Daddy, it was never about the music. It was about spending time together. I felt like that was the only time you noticed me, the only time you paid attention.

Malachi was taken back. She had never shared this with him before.

Malachi: Why didn’t you tell me? You know I’d drop everything for you. Malaysia: Yeah…I just…I don’t know. Looking back, I guess I felt guilty. You always said you were working hard for me. I didn’t want to mess things up. But I understand why now, and I appreciate everything.

Malachi scooted closer.

Malachi: I’m so sorry, baby girl. I wish I had known. But I’m here now, and I’ll make sure you know that I’m always here for you. Malaysia: Thanks, Daddy. I know you are.

The conversation was unexpected, but it pulled them closer together. 

[diamondzoey]

Sammy: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Duarte: Cannibalism.

Sammy: *confused chewing noises*

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Adriana: An apple a day keeps the doctor away!

Victor : An apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.

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Victor : What’s up with Azren ? He’s been laying on the floor for like….an hour now?

Nash : He’s just a little overwhelmed.

Victor : Why?

Nash : jemma smiled at him.

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When some of the bugs babysits Asher

Emerald: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Duarte, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Asher, whispering: Because I have little hands.

Duarte: Because they have little hands

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Teacher: Your child was in a fight.

Jemma : Oh no, that’s terrible!

Azren: Did they win?

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Duarte : Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Victor: Literally or figuratively?

Duarte : I have to specify?

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Raine: Two truths and a lie, I’ll start!

Raine: I’ve killed a man, I will kill again, and it burns when I pee.

Joan, visibly nervous: I don’t- I don’t like this game.

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Duarte , looking at a dead phone: How do we bring this thing back to life? Magic? Live sacrifice? I know a guy in town-

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Actress!Jemma: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Actor!Azren: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

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Korey: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Marco, used to Korey being dumb: Sure...

Korey: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Marco: Okay?

Korey: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Marco:

Korey: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Marco: Divines, that one is a little-

Adriana , interested: No, no, Korey, keep going.

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Azren : Do you love me? 
Jemma: We’re literally married. 
Azren : Yeah, but as friends or—

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Azren, points at the guards: Distract them! I'll be right back! *leaves*

Victor: Okay!

*five minutes later*

Azren: *returns and sees the guards unconscious on the ground* What did you do? I said distract them, not knock them out!

Victor: There's just no pleasing you sometimes.

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*after the Squad's plan goes horribly wrong*

Adriana : Now it seems we're back at square one-- finding Easton.

Void : For the record, I already found him.

Malachi: And you let him get away before we could have a meaningful conversation.

Void: They stabbed me!

Adriana : I'm surprised they waited this long, Vincent . We've all had the urge.

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Jemma to Sammy: First rule of battle, little one... don’t ever let them know where you are.

Vincent, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!

Jemma: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.

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Bloodmoon!Chester : Emerald , my old friend!

Bloodmoon!Emerald : I think you tried to kill me at some point.

Bloodmoon!Chester : That was obviously just my way of getting to know you.

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Bugs and croc boy in this

Sammy- @ccstiles

Duarte- @puffin-smoke

Adriana- @idontevenknow7878

Victor&Vincent- @littlesiren79

Void- @wilderrorcard

Nash- @lightdragon789

Malachi- @stxph-artist

Korey- @rozeliyawashereyall

Azren- @strayharmony943

Raine- @willowve01

Joan- @rustycopper4use

Emerald- @aspenm00n

Marco- @magebunkshelf

Chester- @not-5-rats

Jemma- @diamondzoey (me)

[starlitiris]

“Where is the Justice?”

Chapter 3: Clair De Lune

Summary: “The last two chapters have been very focused on the future. Let's rewind the clock a bit, shall we?”

Warnings: Descriptions of dissociation, brief mention of character death and gun violence, and just general sadness but if you read the first two chapters I'm sure you've come to expect that. Also possibly out of character Sebastian because the man is depressed as hell

Notes: Fun fact: The title of this story, "Where is the Justice?", comes from the Death Note musical. I also took inspiration from Ultrakill for this chapter's title. Enjoy that piece of useless information.

~ ⚖️ ~

October 23rd, 2013

32 minutes.

That’s how close Sebastian was to death before he was met with guards fitted in unfamiliar uniforms.

He can hardly remember anything they said to him. Most of it went in one ear, and out the other.

Papers were placed in front of him. He skimmed through them the best he could.

His mind and body didn’t feel like his own. Ever since the phone call with his spouse ended, he felt like he was frozen. Everything around him was moving with the passage of time, but he was stuck.

He wasn’t able to process much in this state, but there were a few details that stuck with him. These people wanted to take him away. To save him from being executed. He remembers hearing something about a false death report being released once they take him. That sucks. But at least he’ll be alive.

He signed the papers.

From his cell in the prison, to a gray bus that held him and other prisoners – probably also death row inmates who were in the same boat as him – to a submarine, to a large underwater facility where he would potentially spend the rest of his days. It all felt like one big watercolor blur.

He had another mugshot taken for the company to have on record, and was given new attire. Switching out the orange for a dark shade of blue. He tried his best to be mentally present for the brief orientation him and the other new prisoners were given. Then, he and the other inmates were led to a section of the site where they would be assigned to their new cells.

This all felt like it was happening too fast. Or, maybe it wasn’t? Not that Sebastian could tell. His sense of time is all but reliable at the moment.

Each cell was assigned to two prisoners. A change of pace from where Sebastian was before. Being a death row inmate, he wasn’t given a cellmate. Whether this was a nice change of pace would remain in the air until he meets his new roommate. It was really lonely in his previous prison. The company could be nice, but then again, these are criminals. His cellmate could be a huge asshole for all he knows.

He was about to find out, though.

A guard brings him to his new home. The door is open. He steps inside.

It’s very… gray. And it’s bigger than his old cell, which makes sense considering it’s holding two people as opposed to one. There’s a lone florescent light on the ceiling illuminating the cell. A smaller room is built into the back wall where Sebastian can see a sink and a toilet. There’s no door to the room, but he’s grateful it’s a separate room at all. Aside from the two beds that were set on the left and right sides of the room respectively, it was unnervingly empty in here. At least the mattresses at least look a little thicker than what he’s been sleeping on for the past few months.

There’s a man reading a book on the left bed. He’s pale, wearing rectangle-shaped glasses over his hazel-green eyes, and has longish blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. The man looks in Sebastian’s direction when he enters the room. The blond sets his book down and stands.

“Hey, new roomie! Welcome!” He looks about as tall as Sebastian.

The guard shuts the door behind Sebastian and leaves.

The man in front of him steps forward, extending a hand. “I’m Malachi. It’s nice to meet you,” he says, a lax smile on his face.

“Uh… hey,” Sebastian awkwardly shakes Malachi’s hand. It’s a firm, brief handshake. “Sebastian.”

“Sebastian! Cool name. That bed over there is free,” Malachi points to the right-side bed. “And don’t worry, I don’t snore! I just move around a lot in my sleep, but hopefully the shuffling won’t be an issue for you. I have no strict rules or boundaries, just try not to be a dick and keep your hands to yourself, yeah? You be chill, and so will I. If you have any questions, I’d be super happy to answer them for you. And I’ll totally respect any rules or boundaries you have, as long as they aren’t like… mega weird. You know?”

This man reeks of stoner himbo energy. At least he seems chill. Sebastian could’ve been dealt a much worse hand than this.

“Okay… yeah, just- hands to yourself and don’t be weird I guess,” Sebastian responds.

“Mm. Define ‘weird’.”

“Uhh…”

“Kidding! Kidding,” Malachi holds his hands up in admittance. “I get it, don’t worry. I won’t do anything weird, you’re all safe here.”

“Right…” Sebastian moves around his new cellmate to get to his new bed. He sits down with a heavy sigh.

“Rough day, huh?” Malachi takes a seat back on his own bed.

“Yeah,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. He feels a headache coming on.

“Yeah… first few days are always rough. Getting all your shit in order and trying to learn all the rules and protocols and areas. But you’ll settle in eventually. ‘S not so bad once you get used to it,” Malachi leans back against the wall his bed is connected to, resting his hands up behind his head.

“Mm…” Sebastian rubs his face and looks at the blond. It’s been a while since he’s been able to hold a good conversation with somebody. Might as well give it a shot. Maybe it’ll help distract him enough to ground him some more. “So… how long have you been here?”

“Oh, geez. Almost a year, I think,” Malachi looks to the ceiling as if he’s recalling an old memory. Perhaps his own arrival. “Man, time flies… yeah, it’s been a while.”

“Have you just had this cell to yourself the whole time, or…?” Sebastian questions.

“Oh, no. I had a cellmate before you.”

“Where is he now? Why was he moved?”

Malachi’s smile falters slightly. He purses his lips into a straight line, seemingly debating on how he wants to answer that question. It gives Sebastian a twinge of uneasiness.

“He, uh… he wasn’t moved. There was an accident,” Malachi eventually answers.

“Oh…” Yikes. “What happened to him?”

Malachi takes a deep breath. “I don’t really know. I just know he got reassigned to ice cream taste testing and never came back after his first day doin’ it.”

“... Ice cream taste testing?” Sebastian looks very confused.

“Yep.”

“How does someone not come back from ice cream taste testing?”

“Dude, it happens a lot more often than you would think,” the blond adds through a chuckle, understanding how absurd it sounds.

“What the fuck are they putting in the ice cream?”

Malachi shrugged. “Dunno. And frankly, I hope to never find out.”

“Tch…” Well, this place is already a lot more eventful than Sebastian’s previous prison.

“So, what’s your deal?”

“Huh?”

“Why’re you here? Life sentence with no parole, multiple life sentences, death row?” Ah, that’s what he’s asking about.

“... The latter,” Sebastian muttered.

“Ohh, damn. That’s tough,” he paused. “Can I ask what you did? Personal question, I know. I won’t judge, though. Probably.”

Sebastian sighed and looked down at his shoes. Should he even bother telling this guy? It’s not like telling the truth ever goes well. On the other hand, though, what’s the worst that could happen? He might as well just be honest.

“... Got wrongfully accused of killing nine people,” he spoke, barely above a whisper. “Not that anyone ever believes me when I say I didn’t do it.”

“Mm…” Malachi is quiet for a moment. “I believe you.”

Sebastian looks at him again, seeming a little surprised. “You do?”

“Yeah. A lotta guys here try to say they didn’t do what they were accused of. Some of them are telling the truth, some of them aren’t. You hear it often enough, you can kinda start to tell if someone’s full of shit or not. You look like you’ve been stripped of every ounce of joy you’ve ever experienced throughout your entire life, so I believe you.”

“...” He sighs, feeling like a fraction of the weight on his shoulders has been lifted. Someone believes him. It is just another prisoner, but it’s somebody. That’s something, right? “Thank you.”

“‘Course, man.”

Sebastian clears his throat. “So, uh… what about you? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Nah, of course you can ask. I asked you first,” Malachi adjusts the way he’s sitting, now leaning forward with his forearms resting above his knees. “Burglary gone wrong. Sort of,” He absentmindedly scratches at his jaw as he recalls his story. “I had a friend that I really trusted give me some bullshit story about his ex-girlfriend stealing one of his family heirlooms and refusing to give it back. He convinced me to break into her house with him while she was out to steal it back, cause apparently it was somethin’ really special to him. We got into the house, started looking around. I went one way, he went the other. Then I heard gunshots coming from the bedroom,” Malachi rubbed his hands together and looked off to the side with a nervous, uneven smile. “I didn’t even know he brought a gun with him.”

There’s a brief pause. Sebastian patiently waits for the man to finish. The blond was clearly uncomfortable.

“We bolted after he shot his ex and the new guy she was seeing — who he definitely knew were home, by the way. Cops caught us, though, obviously. I was given two life sentences with no possibility of parole for just being an accomplice.”

“Wait, really? Just for being there??” Sebastian blurted.

“Yeah. Just for being involved, even though I had no idea the fucker was there with the intention to kill someone,” he looks down at his hands, picking at calloused skin on his palm. “Shit’s fucked, huh?”

“No fucking kidding,” Sebastian groaned and laid down on his bed, facing up toward the ceiling. “... Haven’t really been able to talk to anyone but my lawyer since I was put on death row.”

“That sucks.”

“Mhm.”

“... Got any family?” Malachi asked, hoping to keep the conversation going.

It takes Sebastian a moment to answer. “… Yeah. I do.”

“Me too,” Malachi somberly added. “... I have a little sister. And cousins I’m really close with that are like my siblings.”

“... I have a mom. An older sister, a little brother, and…” he trails off, thinking of them. “... a partner.”

Malachi frowns. “… I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

“Shit’s not fair.” Malachi says, a hint of frustration lacing his voice.

“They’re pregnant,” Sebastian continues, breaking the silence that had fallen between them. “Twins. We’re… having twins.”

“Oh, dude…” Malachi looks at his cellmate in disbelief. “Fuck…”

There’s silence again. Sebastian hasn’t looked away from the ceiling. If only he could sink into the mattress he’s laid on. Just… disappear. Sleep forever. Maybe it would hurt less if he slept, and never woke up.

Malachi speaks up again, breaking his train of thought. “Did you come up with any names?”

“Mm… not really. We’d only known they were pregnant for a few weeks, before…”

Malachi nods, not needing Sebastian to finish his sentence. He thinks carefully about what to say next, hoping to maybe cheer Sebastian up. “… Man. Twins. Any gender combos you guys were hoping for?”

“Not really. Well, not me, anyway. I couldn’t care less what the genders are. I was just excited to be a dad. My partner, though…” an image of his lover’s face flashes in his mind. Bright and happy, attentively reading a book on pregnancy for parents-to-be. He swears they read that thing a hundred times over as if they were worried they would miss something. They were so excited to start a family. So passionate about doing it right. “They said they were kinda hoping for a boy and a girl. Thought it’d be nice to have both.”

The blond smiled a little at the sentiment. “Well…” he starts again. “You were wrongly accused, right? Maybe one day that’ll come to light and you can get released.”

“I don’t know,” he doubts, unable to find it within himself to be optimistic. “I’m not sure how likely it is that I’ll ever be proven innocent, and a false death report for me has probably already been released at this point. Getting out of here is a nice thought, but…” he lets out a deep sigh. “I’d rather not get my hopes up.”

Malachi sighs as well. “I’m so sorry, man,” he apologizes again. “You and your family don’t deserve any of this.”

Sebastian just hums in response.

The two then fall silent, not able to find anything more to say.

It isn’t long before the lights go out, indicating that it’s time to go to bed. Malachi sets his book and glasses aside so he can lay down as well.

It’s very quiet. The only sounds found in the boys’ shared cell is their quiet breathing, and the occasional shuffling of sheets and blankets.

It’s too quiet.

It’s always too quiet.

Sebastian didn’t get much sleep that night.

~ ⚖️ ~

Ao3

Chapter 2 - Chapter 4

[lostinsixam]

Marianne Hensley - In Detail

[ PERSONAL]

Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other )

Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY]

Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

loyal / disloyal / unknown

faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naïve and clueless / romance suspicious

Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic

Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

Recreational Drugs: never / quit / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

Thanks for the tag @fallincloversims! Since I already did this for Malachy, I decided to do for Marianne this time around. Tagging everyone who wants to participate!

[isleofdarkness]

"You bitch!" Maverick barely managed to keep from sighing at the sound of Rose's voice, filled with fury. Great, someone else was pissed with her. She didn't even know what she'd done this time.

"I'm gonna need you to be more specific," Maverick drawled, turning on her heel to face the furious princess. There was sadness and pain in Rose's eyes, which did make her feel kind of bad for both whatever she had done and for being sarcastic, but the hatred made it easier to lock that remorse away and put up her normal front. "I do a lot of "you bitch" worthy things. I can think of like, twelve I've done in the last six hours alone."

"You killed Rook!" Rose snapped. So she was upset that Maverick had killed the person human trafficking her sibling? Sure, that made sense. Not. "I had dibs on killing him!"

Ah.

Maverick softened. "I apologize. I had no idea you'd called it, but that's no excuse. I'm sorry."

There was a long pause as Rose struggled to stay angry, but the sincerety in Maverick's voice had that anger and hate melting away to reveal the pain underneath. She sounded more sad than anything when she finally spoke. "Why did you kill him? You never get involved like that."

"Like that" meant Maverick walking into the Salazan's Grum courtyard, kicking the ass of half of the Queen's guard and killing a good portion, grabbing Rook, and teleporting back to the Mile. The part Rose didn't know was that the two weeks between him being captured and him winding up dead, mutilated and strung up on a noose hanging at the entrance to the courtyard, hadn't been captivity until she got around to dealing with him. No, those two weeks had been her undivided attention, until she'd grown bored of torturing him and had killed him, slowly. For good reason. "I know what he's done to Ace, but a few things recently came to my attention. Ace wasn't the only one." Her lip curled in distaste. Some people really went out of their ways to be evil and Rook was one of those people. "You know of Malachi Mim?" Rose nodded. The look on her face told Maverick that Rose, like most of the Isle, knew what Mim had been putting him through before his "death." "He was Malachi's handler, the one who pimped him out in public because Madre knew I'd kill her ass if she set foot outside doing it. Bought him far too many times to count, too. It's not like he saves up being a monster for three weeks just to take it out on Ace for one, he's a monster every day, he just knew he couldn't get away with constantly abusing your sibling. And then, as if that wasn't enough, he also moonlights in Maleficent's facilities. Gods help any of the poor kids he happened across. And then Constantine Westergaard- gods. What happened to Malachi made me look into Rook and what I found made me sick. Literally. So I killed him. Made it long and slow, drew it out, made it as painful as I possibly could." Her lips curled into a cruel smile at the memories. "If it makes you feel any better, he suffered. But I'm sorry I took your revenge from you. I'll be more careful in the future."

She let Rose process what she'd just heard, hatred returning, though now directed at a new source. When Rose finally relaxed, she knew they had come to an understanding. "Fine, I get why you did it. But for the record, I have dibs on killing our parents and you'd better not take that one or else I'll kill you as compensation."

Well, at least she had been planning on letting the twins have those cunts, anyway. "They're yours."

[whimhaven]

deliah and malachi hung out with their friends at copperdale records over the weekend! while discovering and enjoy new music delilah bumped into a familiar face. karan introduced himself and the two hit it off and exchanged numbers <3.

[ask-obt]

Malachi, I'm sorry for what you went through while evolving, and with all the unwanted questions your getting now, they're so thoughtless! I just want you to know ou are mine, and many other askers, favourite Shinx.

Malachi: Aw, thanks! I appreciate it.

Inigo: For the record, you're also my favorite Shinx.

Malachi: ... Aren't I the only Shinx you know?

[madamlaydebug]

People who ain't afraid to go on record and have told the world who the Gods And Goddess are on the planet are right here.DR Phil Valentine, brother panic, Bobby Hemmittt, Dr Malachi york, If you studied at all Dr Ben and Dr clark then you should know who you are.