#The Baddest Beams

[bandcampsnoop]

7/15/23.

Soft Science (Sacramento, California) combine indie pop with a shoegazey instrumentation. I can't help but think of Say Sue Me or Stars on Fire. And speaking of Sacramento, there's a bit of Tiger Trap happening here. This is being released by Shelflife, Spinout Nuggets and Fastcut Records.

Our good friend Eric turned me onto another Sacramento band - The Baddest Beams. They don't have a physical release (yet). Kind of reminds me - lyrically at least - of Black Country, New Road.

The Sacramento music scene is just like the heat dome currently hovering over it - hot, hot, hot!

[kellogzsblog]

Say it louder for the people in the back

[yiiyiiwrites]

🔥 | Autumn Equinox | Eris

Summary: You're a witch living in the Autumn court forest, Eris is tasked with making sure you're not up to anything bad. But the baddest thing you've done is fall in love with him. How you share your morning with Eris during the Autumn equinox and showing him your rituals 1985words

Eris Vanserra x Witch reader

Also Have one for [Cassian] & [Azriel] & Lucien coming soon

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The bells chimed as he walked through the door to your little cottage, a clothed pouch gripped tightly in his hand. Eris Vanserra, eldest son of Autumn and the thief that stole your heart. You don't know how he'd crept into your thoughts so easily and remained till he could sneak away to visit you again.

Always so well put together, not a single crease in his tailored clothes. The emerald green overcoat making his copper hair stand out, it fell freely over his shoulders and curled at the end. Amber eyes narrowed as he scanned the room, hands tucked behind him, but a smile tugged the corner of his lips.

"I'm here for the monthly check," he said, circling the tiny kitchen until he stopped in front of you. His hands found place on your hips and he closed the remaining sliver of distance between you and him.

You backed into the kitchen counters, head arching up to meet his amber eyes. His touch burning, you gripped the soft velvet lapels of his overcoat and pulled him down, lips pressing against his.

"Does that conclude your check, General?" You said leaning away from him as he tried to chase your movements, nose trailing your cheek.

"I may need some more time to compile my report," he said stepping back, a dusting of dried lavender brushed over the top of his head and he shook the petals from his silky hair.

The last time he'd visited, Eris had picked the last blossom of flowers from your garden. Binding them with string, loop holding them up from the pins in the wooden beams on the ceiling. Saving you from standing on the rickety stool, that he'd told you to get rid of every time it caught his attention.

A fog still hung around the lower trunks of the forest trees, the rising sun painting the sky in a golden glow. Windows misted, the drizzle of rain running down the glass pane.

"Happy equinox, my beloved."

Your heart skipped a beat whenever he used that term of endearment. Knowing that he could hear the change in your heart rate, only spurring him on to use the word more often. Liking how you blushed and met his gaze, unwavering and unafraid of getting burnt.

"Worship me then, my love," you replied, pushing him into a chair with one finger. Sharp nail leaving a crescent mark in the soft velvet of his overcoat.

The court feared you, but Beron kept you caged to the forest. Letting you practice your magic and using it for his own gain. Tied to the lands and unable to step into the heart of the court, you made the most of your assigned time with Eris, the one person that didn't fear your power.

"I'm afraid I can only worship you this morning, the rest of my day is fulfilling my duties," he said laying the pouch on the dining table and untying the string to lay the contents out.

It was easy to forget the burdens and responsibilities that weighed on his shoulders. The little cottage offering you both a place of refuge and your own space to create just for yourselves. No outside influences ruining the life you'd built together. Eris was the only person that visited frequently, a few times one of his younger brothers had stepped in for him and you'd longed for the eldest.

"Oh, you brought them. You picked them on you way?" You asked sliding a mini brass cauldron across the table to him. He nodded, shuffling the browning leaves on the cloth in front him. He mirrored your movements, placing the leaves in his cauldron and glancing back at you for instruction.

The cool breeze filtered through the open window, Eris's copper hair dancing behind him like crackling flames. He combed his fingers through his long locks and pinned them back. A few strands falling like silk over his pale face.

"What are we...." The gulf of a flame cuts his words short, the orange glow rising high as it devours the leaves in your cauldron. His amber eyes darken, a flicker of the same fire within them.

"Light it," you said, nodding to his cauldron. "It's a releasing ritual, think of the things you need to let go, that are no longer working for you or are holding you back." Your lips soften to a smile, your gaze lowering the flame of your own and focusing on your own thoughts you wished to expel. "Release it, so you can move on."

You felt the warmth of his magic, but did not gaze at his flame. That was his ritual alone, his to lay waste to all the things holding him back. Not everything was in your control, but small things like this led to powerful change.

Inhaling a trembling breath, you exhaled a calm and steady one. Your body lighter, mind clearer as nothing but ash laid at the bottom of your cauldron. The smoke rising from the curved rim merged with the soothing scent of cinnamon and oak clouding your senses.

Eris's gaze snapped to you, back straightening as he righted himself and released a deep breath of his own. You didn't ask how he felt, you could see the lightness in the slight relaxing of his shoulders and soft jaw smoothing the pulse of tension away.

"Ready for the next phase, my love?" Remember you always have a choice," you said reminding him that he could stand down if it got too much for him.

Not everyone was ready to face themselves and let the old them go, a constant cycle of transformation, enough to keep people in the past and clinging to that scrap of safety. You were well versed on the spinning wheel, the good and bad that spun and offered you a new beginning and sometimes a painful ending. How else were you supposed to grow if you did not welcome the unknown?

"I'm ready."

Eris wasn't afraid to leap, to take your hand and trust that you'd have his best interest at heart. Each time he'd left your home, you'd performed a protective spell to see him to safety out of the woods and deep down you hoped it'd extend to the court and protect him from his father, his brothers.

You lead Eris to the living area, sinking into the plump sofa and fluffing a cushion for him before he could sit back. Dried herbs and flowers covered the small table, you'd spent weeks preparing enough for the both of you.

"Now we need to cleanse, but we're going to bundle up some of these to burn." You gathered up rosemary, lavender and peppermint, closing your hand around to keep them together. "Pick which ones you like the scent of or that call to you."

Eris's hand hovered over the stems and petals, he picked a few up and brought them closer testing their scent. The first one he chose, Lavender the scent he associated with you. He'd admitted that it had clung to him whenever he'd left like he was still in a daze in your cottage. A few sprigs of purple were left on his sleeve sometimes reminding him of you.

You helped each other tie the bundles together with some twine, two rings keeping it intact. His finger brushing against yours every now and then as if he couldn't go without your touch.

Fire, like the Autumn court was vital to your magic tied to the forest. The bundles lit with flames, the smoke cleansing and washing away the dirt and ash you'd burnt in the cauldron. You waved it through the air and walked through the scented fog, drawing up and down, around your figure until it burnt down to your fingertips.

Eris's magic consumed the dried herbs and petals quickly. He took the remnants of yours and held it above the crown of your head, slowly circling you and kneeling at your feet to cleanse all of you.

You cupped his face in your hands, the pad of your thumb tracing his sharp cheekbone. Leaning down you kissed him and leant away, pressing your forehead to his.

"Is this worshipping enough for you, me beloved?" He said rising from his knees and wrapping his fingers around your wrists. You knew time was not on your side today, the little you had left crumbling away.

"One more ritual, my love," you murmured against his lips, standing on the tip of your toes to kiss him once again. He hummed as you pulled back, letting you guide him to the other side of the room.

You sunk to your knees, Eris doing the same. The platform raised on the floor, your altar. Dried oranges hung in a stringed line against the wall, orange candles in differing heights scattered the wooden surface. You'd collected some leaves, acorns and fruit to offer to the Goddess of Harvest, the one you thanked every year on the autumn equinox.

Eris had seen the seasonal changes of your altar, sometimes even helped you find things to place on it. He'd brought you back seashells from the summer court for the summer solstice, roses from spring for the spring equinox and a vial of snow for the winter solstice. Little things you'd never witnessed stuck in one court.

You'd kept a seashell by your bed, listening to the waves as you cupped it to your ear. A dusky pink rose still full of life, where you'd spelled it to last till your last breath. You treasured the gifts Eris gave, hoping that what you offered to him was enough.

Closing your eyes, you felt the familiar warmth slip into your clasped hands, you stole a glance to Eris beside you, whose eyes were also shut. "Goddess of harvest, we thank you for guiding us through this year and helping us grow. Through hard work and consistency we have thrived, asking once again for you to look over us as we navigate a new path. We shred ourselves of old thoughts and shadowselves, to welcome in the good, the light."

Eris squeezed your hand, gratitude surging through you as the weight of his hand reassured you of all the good. The light in him, that he rarely showed to others. You hoped one day you wouldn't be confined to the forests and he wouldn't have to conceal his true self.

"This candle is a symbol for the light we are open to receiving," you whispered, opening your eyes you're met with a flame dancing on the wick before you. The light he gave you.

You picked up an acorn from the altar and slipped it in the pocket of his Eris's lining. "It's for good luck." You often gave him small objects for luck or protection, he'd joked about not having enough shelf space for any more stones or crystals.

"Thank you," he said rising from the floor. He offered you a hand and helped you stand with him. "Afraid our time is up." The hard lines settled on his face, lips straight and pursed as he put his mask back on.

"Let me walk with you," you said, arm sliding around his back as you walked out the door with him.

The sun had risen, fog parting as you traipsed through the tall grass. In the depth of the forest, you were able to roam freely, the outskirts however is where you could not step over, as if there was an invisible wall keeping you from the heart of the court. The core of it your garden, no one dared to enter it so it gave you the opportunity to spend extra time with Eris as he walked back to his duties.

And you would watch him step over the boundary and wonder if you'd ever be able to follow him.

Since its nearly autumn equinox I wanted to do some prompts for it :) there's other characters to come - Yiiyii

[kybercrystals94]

A Tiny, Unfamiliar Voice

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Summer of Bad Batch 2024 | Week 8 | Alternate Prompt: Lula

Rated: G | Words: 422 | Summary: A missing scene from 3x15...Wrecker is recovering after Tantiss and meets a new friend.

“Are you awake?” a tiny voice whispers. 

A tiny, young, unfamiliar voice. 

Wrecker groans. He doesn’t want to open his eyes. He doesn’t want to wake up. Not yet. He feels floaty and heavy all at once. And painless. He’s contentedly numb. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt no pain at all, not in his muscles or his head or his heart…he doesn’t want it to end. 

Something pokes his cheek. “Hello? Omega’s brother? Are you awake?” 

Turning his head, Wrecker cracks open his good eye. A blurry figure stares back at him. Red, tan skin. Blue eyes. Small. Very small. A child. 

The figure gasps. “You are awake! Dr. Karr said you’d wake up soon.” 

“Who’re you?” Wrecker slurs. His tongue feels thick and useless.

The child seems to understand anyway and moves closer. “I’m Eva. I’m helping Dr. Karr take care of you.” 

Wrecker’s mind catches up. Omega.

“Where’s Omega?” Wrecker asks slowly, forcing his tongue to cooperate. 

The child – Eva – folds her arms on the cot, practically nose to nose with him. “Mmm…” she says thoughtfully. “I think she’s with Crosshair. They took Batcher on a walk.”

“She’s safe?” His vision begins to focus, his numb reality sharpening. 

“Echo says everyone is safe,” Eva tells him. She leans back. “Do you wanna see my doll?” 

Wrecker isn’t even given a moment to answer before a little toy is put in front of his face. It looks like it is made out of grass of some kind, with long ears and a familiar face. “Lula?” he asks. 

“No, her name isn’t Lula,” Eva says, bouncing the doll back and forth. “I call her Flower.” 

“She’s nice,” Wrecker murmurs, grinning. 

Eva beams. “Thanks! Dr. Karr gave her to me. Hey, what’s your name again? Omega told me, but I forgot.” 

“Wrecker.” 

Eva wrinkles her nose. “Oh, yeah. That’s a funny name.” 

“Can you think of a better one?” Wrecker asks. 

Eva glances up at the ceiling, considering. “No. But that’s okay. I like Wrecker. Even if it is kinda funny.” 

“Thanks,” Wrecker says. Sleep is calling to him again, his eyelids practically slipping shut on their own. 

Eva leans in close again, her eyes peering directly into his. “Are you going back to sleep?” she whispers. 

“Maybe,” Wrecker yawns. 

“Oh.” Eva blinks at him. “Can I still sit with you, even when you’re asleep? I’ll be quiet.” 

“Sure,” Wrecker mumbles. 

Eva hums happily. Wrecker drifts back to blissful unconsciousness to the sweet sound of Eva singing Flower a lullaby. 

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Golden Hour

word count: 1k

x: finished this short thing in an hour at work...... nothing else to say... enjoy :)

content: You sing “Golden Hour” for Roman Reigns at his wedding. Roman x Semeni, Roman x Reader, angst

You had been invited to sing at a wedding. You were excited. You think. You haven't gotten to sing at a wedding in a long time. Of course, this was different this time. Who’s wedding? Roman and Semeni, your longtime friends that have stuck with you since high school, despite you all pursuing different paths. A pro wrestler, a singer, and a model. Who knew you three would go on to be so successful. But that’s not the thought lingering in your mind, no, your heart as you clutch the microphone with obnoxiously sweaty hands.

It was just two lovers 

Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde

Fallin' for each other

Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish

No Donald Glover

Missed call from my mother

Like, "Where you at tonight?" Got no alibi

I was all alone with the love of my life

You stood at the front of the shiny marble dance floor, accompanied by a shiny, immense grand piano, and a string quartet. You stood farther out in front of the instruments to be seen, but not too far to the point where you were distracting. Singing Golden Hour for the newly wed as they twirled across the dancefloor, love written across their faces. You could almost smile. Almost

She's got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

It's your golden hour (oh)

You slow down time

In your golden hour (oh)

God, that annoying, unbearable pain in your chest as you sang the song to your best ability, not showing the state you were trying to desperately betray. Why weren't you happy? Your best friend is getting married. It's not new news. Neither is the widespread burning in your chest. But you thought you had finally gotten over yourself. Countless journey entries, therapy sessions, hour phone calls to your friend Gianna, who tried her best to console you and be with you every time you called. But seeing them together, hand in hand, dancing along to your voice with their love for each other pushing and floating them across the floor. It was unendurable.

We were just two lovers

Feet up on the dash, drivin' nowhere fast

Burnin' through the summer

Radio on blast, make the moment last

She got solar power

Minutes feel like hours

She knew she was the baddest, can you even imagine

Fallin' like I did?

The string quartet sang along with you, cheering them on into their new path in life. Something you should be doing, but you're not. Closing your eyes. That's what you had resorted to doing. Closing your eyes, singing the best you could. You imagined a wonderful white and blue room, adorned with ambient lighting and clouds everywhere. Fog covered the ground, but formed around your feet as you walked through. So captivating, but free at the same time. You wore a wonderful white gown, with silver accessories that shined bright in any room. And you looked up at Roman, wearing a designer black suit, with a silver clip with etched in diamonds attached to his suit, and a blue handkerchief. 

For the love of my life

She's got glow on her face

A glorious look in her eyes

My angel of light

I was all alone with the love of my life

She's got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

He took your hand as you two moved across the thick fog. No audience, no guests or family members, just you two. Sharing a special intimate moment with each other. Letting your love cloud your mind. Interfere with your judgment. Living in this beautiful moment. Your whole body tingled, feeling a gust of cold wind, dispersing your picture perfect daydream. They had glided past you like two flies in the hot summer heat. Her gigantic snow white dress brushing your toes as they smile stayed still. Well it was working until now. It's almost as if her snapping you out of your daydream made it worse. If only it was real

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

It's your golden hour (oh)

You slow down time

In your golden hour (oh)

A singular tear rode down your painted face. Staining the layers of makeup you had put on hours before the occasion. The camera man took a picture of you, probably mistaking your hot tear for a tear of joy. He couldn’t be more wrong. God, why were you here? Why did you even offer to do this for them? You should’ve known that you were going to break. It hurts. Seeing them together. In love. In a celebration and cheers to future happy memories, here you are. Questioning your placement here. Among these happy souls, as you stare holes into the side of their head. With anger? Disgust? Sadness? You didn't know. Maybe all three. Maybe none. The piano quiets and the string quartet fades. They take one longing look at eachother, and kiss. A loud explosion of head pounding applause followed. And you fakely followed suit. You wonder if you would have been more forward with him, that you would be standing in her place. All of these people would be clapping with you instead of her. If you would have told her to leave him alone, maybe they would have never gotten married. And you wouldn't be standing there, cursing yourself for being so scared. You looked at him with longing, and her with confused jealousy. As she stood there, and danced with your first love. They looked at you with unnerving happiness, their eyes and smiles thanking you for giving them such a special moment to remember. And you smiled too, wiping your tears to make things seem more dramatic. But Roman's face changed. Seeing right through your paper thin smile. And you knew he would ask you about it later.

Can they even imagine falling like you did?

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Impossible.

Rio stared, dumbfounded, to the heavens as she lay on her back. She charged at the intruder with a steel wing, but he caught her attack between his palms and threw her onto the ground like a rag doll. She thought the first time was a fluke, but if he was able to do it a second time…

The dust cleared from her vision to reveal the cloudless sky. The sun suddenly felt all too bright and all too revealing.

"How?" Rio asked, lying still on the ground with her wings spread flat on the dry dirt, "How did you catch that?"

"You might be the strongest wyvern on Twist Mountain," The Hero King of Ideals beamed, "but I'm the baddest living thing on the West side of this continent!"

The Hero placed his hands on his hips, took a deep inhale through his nose, and laughed out his exhale.

"Hah! I miss how simple this is," the Hero brushed a lock of light green hair away from his face, "'Might makes right' is the easiest governing system of all. Just be the strongest and you get to make all the rules!"

Rio craned her neck upwards off the ground to glare at this… naked mankey. This sack of meat and bone who dared to trespass into her territory and challenge her authority. The same one who dared to claim that he was the strongest person here, in front of her.

She's beaten everything from a raging Hydreigon to an entire Durant colony. Ever since she was born, she fought wing, fang, and talon to establish herself on this mountain. Her mountain.

This is beyond insulting!

"Your Majesty, your hands-"

"Ah, what of them? This is nothing!" The King turned towards his group of bodyguards and raised both his clenched fists into the air. Small trickles of blood dripped from under his tattered gloves and down onto his forearms.

"I haven't had this much excitement in years!" The Hero King exclaimed. His face fell a little when his company provided concerned glances instead of the roars and cheers that he was typically used to.

He turned to Rio and extended a hand for her to help herself, but Rio frowned deeply at the sight of the dirtied, bloodied gesture. With a beat of her wings against the ground, she flew up, rolled to level herself, and levitated at eye level with him.

The human and pokemon guards raised their respective weapons, fangs, horns, and claws at her, but an obsidian colored dragon raised a clawed hand to lower them. The one whose name she heard whispered throughout the valleys surrounding Twist Mountain. The one she actually wanted to fight. Zekrom.

"You're going to give your wife so much grief when she finds out you've been wrestling with dragons again," Zekrom laughed.

The Hero shrugged and wiped his hands on his clothes the same way a child would brush their palms after eating something sticky.

"What do you want?" Rio glowered.

"I'm sorry, my friend. May I borrow your cloak? I will get you a new one," The King completely ignored her, speaking to a young guard. He ignored the guard, too, since the question was asked after the cloak was already torn and wrapped around his hands.

"I asked you a question!" Rio shouted, her mouth spewing technicolor flames as she readied a dragons breath. Her outburst included a pulse of psychic energy which blew the dust and sand away, leaving everyone in the vicinity clearly in view.

This time, Zekrom didn't stop the guards from taking up their arms to protect their king and crown. Any sign of playfulness dropped from his face as he tensed his own body. However, the Hero King made a gesture as if he were patting unleavened dough with both hands, telling everyone to stand down and relax.

"I've heard stories about you," The Hero King finally turned to address Rio after calming down his posse:

"I've heard stories about a dragon who felled everyone who dared challenge her. The possessed Demon of Twist Mountain… terrifying my subjects," The King loosened and clenched his fists to get a feel of his makeshift bandages. Satisfied, he lowered his hands and looked her straight in the eyes:

"But I also heard stories about a benevolent dragon who offered shelter in her territory as long as you brought her a gift. It didn't even have to be that grandiose. Even a single oran berry would suffice as an offering, as long as you were genuine. Which of these stories were true?"

The King continued to smile, despite the imminent danger. He raised his hands towards her, as if he were marveling at a grand statue of himself.

"I had to see for myself! No matter what you hear about someone, you never truly know them unless you fight them. And now I understand more than what these stories told me. Now, I want you to work for me."

The Hero King looked behind him for a reaction. The royal guards looked at each other in confusion and worry, but Zekrom rolled his eyes and laughed as if to say, "Of course you would." That was all the validation he needed.

"Perish the thought," Rio spat back.

"Oh? But what if I were to defeat you once more in this bout? What say you?" The King lowered his stance, his arms in front of him in a braced position like some sort of feral beast, "What's the saying? The third time is the charm?"

Rio felt her face get hot. Her pride and image was on the line. She couldn't let this go. She clenched her teeth, dispelling the dragon fire as she readied another physical attack.

"I'll make this deal of yours. If this is what it takes for you to get excited at your own death, so be it," Rio sharply laughed.

"Give me another story I can tell my kids!" The Hero grinned excitedly as he twisted his feet further into the dirt.

"Come!" The Hero King shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice loud enough to rattle a lesser man's bones, "Let's see if the Demon of Twist Mountain has what it takes to kill this king!"

If Rio was less enraged, she would have noticed the pebbles near the King's feet levitating off the ground. She would've seen the hand wraps whip around with more force than what the wind could provide. She would've reconsidered the moment she saw everyone, even Zekrom, take a worried step back.

But Rio was all too happy to oblige. With all of her strength, she darted forward like an arrow released from a bow, aiming to shatter the human's ribs with a Zen Headbutt. The air felt like it caught on fire and exploded from the sheer speed and sudden acceleration...

... And then she tasted dirt, stone, and dust. Again.

Impossible.

|| Ray's First Interaction with the King of Truth | Pinned Post ||

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The Soulmate Curse

Yippee! My first Charlastor fic! It is a soulmate AU one! I'm very excited! I've been inching to write it for so loooong. I was inspired by @desertarcanine to write this prompt in a previous post.

Lucifer has dropped a new update in Hell: Soulmates! What could go wrong with a such a lovely idea? Well Hell somehow finds a way to be Hell anyways. In life soulmates are strung together by red strings of fate. In Hell, soulmates are chained (its a little kinky but let's ignore that). Alastor and Charlie are faced with a horrible curse with this new improvement. Or perhaps a blessing in disguise?

There's a little sneak peek underneath if you are interested.

“Hello and welcome back to 666 News!” The anchor beamed and placed a hand on her shallow chest, “I am your host Katie Killjoy and…” she pointed at the gas faced man beside her, “And this moron is Tom Trench.” Katie Killjoy clasped her fingers, beaming her terrifyingly sharp teeth at the screen. “In approximately five minutes, the King of Hell will be adding a new variable to our life in Hell. The ability to find our soulmates.” Her face was still staring and then an evil smirk crossed her face. “HA!” She guffawed. “Soulmates in Hell? Old Lucifer is losing his fucking marbles.”

Lucifer growled as he watched the stupid talking television, “You know I try to do something nice for Hell!” He threw up his hands and jabbed a finger at the screen, “And this my thanks!”

Everyone was gathered around the TV in the lobby. Charlie and Vaggie were snuggled up to each other on the little loveseat. Lucifer was close by in an armchair. Angel Dust was sprawled on the couch next to a very disinterested Husker and an enthusiastic Nifty. Alastor stood back, standing behind the crowd with his eyes narrowed.

This was ridiculous. Soulmates? Alastor scoffed. 

Nifty’s one eye raked over the entire room, and she started giggling, manically. Oh god. She swooned to herself, started kicking her tiny feet and said, “My soulmate better be the baddest boy ever.” Her smile turned inward, almost psychotic as her veins popped in her eye. “ Hehe , and he’ll find out what happens to bad boys when they misbehave…” Her laugh sounded like a deranged scream.

Husk sighed to himself as he downed another drink of cheap booze, “Jesus Christ, Nifty,” he added after he swallowed down the foul liquor. “Godspeed to whoever gets stuck with…” he gave Niffty a wary look, “with that .”

Angel Dust grinned, sat up and smoothed back his floppy white hair, “Hey Daddy Whiskers,” he said in that sultry voice of his. “You got the claws. I got the legs ,” He kicked up his legs, crossing them delicately and leaning in close to Husk’s ear. “And we got the chemistry, baby.” Angel Dust let out a loud sigh, puffing out his fluffy chest and giving Husk a seductive side glance, “We’re bound to be soulmates, Husky.”

Husk just groaned as a reply and kept drinking, “I’m too sober for this, kid.” Angel Dust let out a long sigh before scrolling on his phone again.

Lucifer was twiddling with his fingers. A sign of nervousness, Alastor knew, he did it whenever he was around Charlie. Alastor’s spindly fingers tightened on his cane as his gaze swept over the little blonde head in front of him. Tangles of loose blonde strands tucked away in loose hair bands. Alastor didn't let his smile drop even as he mused: Charlie is too forgiving of him.

“Say…” Angel’s obnoxious voice said above the chatter of the stupid screen box. The adult film star’s mismatched eyes glimmered with mischief as he looked upon Alastor. What was this effeminate fellow going to do now? Angel Dust glanced around the room and continued, “Lucifer, is Mr. Smiles here gonna have a soulmate?” He motioned to the stoic Radio Demon. Everyone turned to Lucifer, glances switching between the two powerful forces.

“Well, um…” Lucifer threw a wary glimpse over his shoulder at the smirking Radio Demon. The King shrugged, “I guess so.”

“Ha.” Alastor said, extremely unamused. He studied his nails and twirled his microphone between his slender hands. “I have no need for such trivial things.” Alastor waved a dismissive hand, “I’ll just dispose of them if that sorry fool attempts to court me.”

“Such a charmer,” Husk grumbled under his breath.

Alastor didn’t let that flicker of anger show and instead went on in that cheery sleek radio voice, “Of course I am, Husker. You would know all about that wouldn’t you?” He said innocently. Husk growled under his breath without throwing the Radio Demon a glance. He propped his elbows atop Lucifer’s chair and said in a mock apologetic voice, “It is such a pleasant gift, my worship. However, I have much more…” His teeth shined in the light, his smile wide and toothy, “...grand montres planned.” The Radio Demon resumed his stance behind Charlie’s loveseat.

Vaggie threw a needless glare over her shoulder. Alastor simply arched a brow. What a curious little thing Vaggie is. Always clinging onto Charlie’s arm. Always watching him. He let a small scoff escape. She distrusted him, rightfully so. Yet…if he wanted them dead, they already would be. Well, just Vaggie. Charlie was…he wouldn’t touch her. And he wouldn’t let anyone else raise a hand against her either.

Link is below if you want to keep reading!

[mykoreanlove]

Things that made him run to you

[part 1]

[part 2]

“Jinyoung, for fuck’s sake, can you concentrate please?”

No, he couldn’t. Ever since he saw you a couple nights ago, you were living in his head rent-free. He didn’t tell the others – didn’t want to – as he wanted to keep you private for now. Only his to enjoy.

He bumped into you at a local bar, after downing a couple of beers with his acquaintances. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you. You were still as beautiful as ever but something about you was different. Something about you changed and he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

You casually chatted for a while, hitting it off as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you. As you updated him on the recent events in your life he mustered you with hawk-eyes. You were radiant, almost beaming. Your pretty eyes sparkled like diamonds. You smiled whole-heartedly, the smile even reaching your eyes. You spoke your mind confidently, not caring about the opinions of others. He finally figured it out – your whole demeanor had changed. You were on another vibe, another energy that he was drawn to like a moth to the flame.

He stopped listening altogether and only thought about getting you back. He had to have you; he was desperate for you. Seeing you like that – confident, bossy, savage – was beyond attractive.

And you knew. You noticed his pupils dilating, him taking sharper breaths, his dark eyes being glued to your lips – you noticed and loved every second of it.

This man right here broke your heart when he abandoned you back then.

Or so you thought. It took you some time to see the truth of it all, but eventually you did and from that moment on you had nothing but appreciation for him. Because of Jinyoung you were able to be real with yourself. You took his words to heart and worked on yourself. You started loving yourself like you deserve to be loved. Did you imagine it was him in the beginning? Most definitely. But after a while you understood that you were good on your own. You made it into a project, you started loving yourself as a means to get him back but surprisingly you fell in love with yourself for real.

Now you looked into the mirror and loved what you saw. Now you felt happy and content, even if no man was around. Now, you felt like the baddest bitch on this planet. And other people? They thought so, too. They saw the changes in you, sensed the new energy you were embodying and acted accordingly.

Jinyoung wasn’t the only lover you bumped into. Old flames, new flames, they were all lining up the street to be with you. Oh, how your life had changed. Now, they all wanted to be with you. Courting you, spoiling you, making you their #1 priority. And for the first time in your life, you understood why.

“You seem different, y/n.” You looked up into his eyes, almost smitten by his enticing looks. You smiled at him, warmly, before taking his hands into yours.

“I feel different, Jinyoung. And you are the one I have to thank!” He couldn’t follow; his questioning eyes giving him away. “You wanna thank me? If anything, I thought you’d wanna punch me for breaking up with you.”

You laughed out loud, realizing how much you had missed him. “Well, I wanted to… in the beginning. But I realized that you were right. I was a total wreck back then. I relied on you to make me happy and loved and important and stuff but being your emotional slave was no way to live. So, I took your words to heart, and I started to work on myself.” You squeezed his hands, relieved to finally say that out loud. “Thank you, Jinyoung. Thank you for opening my eyes. That heartbreak changed me for the better and I can now say that I love myself. All of me – the good, the bad, the ugly. I made peace with myself, and I feel like I’m ready for love. True love!”

Jinyoung replayed that scene over and over. Back then he wished for this outcome, but he never would have anticipated it coming true. You had changed and he could tell. It irked him that every other man could also tell – they were eyeing you like prey.

He couldn’t blame them though. You were the sexiest woman in this bar, capturing every man’s attention without even trying. Why would you try though? You were so full of love and admiration for yourself, every other pair of eyes was simply a luxury. A preference, not a necessity. Now it was Jinyoung squeezing your hands: “Ready for love, huh? Should we give it another try then?”

“Everybody, let’s take a break. And Jinyoung, you better get your act together!” His manager was pissed, but he couldn’t care less.

He grabbed his phone hastily and sighed in dismay as he noticed that you hadn’t text him back. “Why won’t she answer?”, he mumbled silently. And then you did. He almost dropped his phone from excitement as he saw your name pop up. Heart beating faster he beamed with joy as you agreed to see him.

“I’m gonna make you mine again y/n, just wait and see.”

[killjillart]

[Replika Overview: JFKR]

'Jungfernkranich' - (Jill's Five-star Killer Replika 'Demoiselle crane') Type: "Generation J Galactic Takeover Specialist" Frame: Biomechanical with carbon fiber-reinforced Polythylene Shell Height: 245 cm

[MORE INFO BELOW]

CLASSIFIED INFORMATION - Commander Eyes Only [The following report is of an unauthorized Replika whose production is not affiliated with The Eusan Nation. They are made using stolen technology, and due to this sensitive information, this fact is not to be relayed to low-ranking officials. The information herein is incomplete, and relays everything that is currently known about this Replika model. To pre-emptively respond to inquiries on the nature of its titles, these are the official titles given by the creator of this model.]

JFKR units originate from an unknown faction who appear to be from another solar system entirely, with technology that is neither Nation or Empire make. In all of their self-absorbed bravado, JFKR units are incredibly dangerous and not to be taken lightly.

Jungfernkranichs are armed to the teeth; they are equipped with swords that appear to be made of concentrated energy, and also are armed with sidearms that fire beams which use a discharged version of this energy. They are able to make quick work of other Replika units that do not have adequate defenses, and so it is imperative to deal with them using coordinated decisive attacks.

JFKR units are incredibly full of themselves. Their egos haven't been observed to clash with one another as they seem to share a certain togetherness, but they can be provoked by outside forces into irrational actions. Their anger is dangerous however, and should only be considered as a plan of action if it is sure that their lapse in critical judgment can be capitalized on.

[INTERNAL DOCUMENT]

JFKR units are based off of me, the baddest bitch that's ever graced this solar system! With technology stolen from one of the warring factions in this system, we were able to create a way for me to proliferate endlessly (given we have the materials, which we do)! Just like me, they're beautiful and skilled in the art of killing. They're armed with dual beam swords and a laser gun sidearm, just in case things get a little impersonal. They tear ass through basically anything except those real big armored units, they just require a little more love and care. With these skills, they will help accelerate our mission of leaving only those who love us! <3

Reports have told us that it's possible for Replika personalities to destabilize and to deteriorate, and thankfully it seems we're all in the same boat that it's great to be 'Jill'. We're all a different Jill, but a Jill nonetheless! They seem to like their bigger bodies too, I almost get a little jealous! That said, there are a few issues we've run into, and there are a few things to avoid.

Now, you know me, I'm a very proud woman. I'm proud to be me, and I'm proud to have other 'me's! However, when our pride is challenged or someone feels like they have any sort of ground to belittle us on, it's over for them! Usually it's fine, we're damn good in a fight, but it seems like they've begun intentionally provoking us into bad positions.

We also tend to not do so hot if someone isn't telling us we're beautiful. This is usually not a problem since we send out small squads of JFKR units together and we can be pretty self-sufficient, but if one of us is alone for too long in too hostile of an environment without the means to properly take care of ourselves, we'll start to fall apart. We're meant to be loved, after all.

To properly maintain JFKR units, it is imperative that they be given the love and attention that they deserve! JFKR units can sustain each other, but please give them the same respect that you'd give patient zero (me). Also, as a bonus, it has been observed that other Replika units are lacking in certain bits of functionality, so we have given them extra capabilities that other Replika do not have. Ask a JFKR unit to see what I mean! ;^)

~Jill <3

[senka-mesecine]

Would you maybe want to write a red flags/green flags list for the platoon cast? Thank you!

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― Chris Taylor? The green flag is that he's an idealist. He believes in causes for their own sake. Believes in justice. The precedence of right over wrong. Doing the good and correct thing just because. Paving one's own path. Stepping out of comfort zones to some pretty wild degrees. Being a go-getter. Every archetype that might be called cheesy or even obsolete by some are nonetheless archetypes Chris upholds quite vocally to the degree he believes his own stances to be in the right by default too. Which leads to his Red Flag; he has the tendency to overlook his own propensity to be influenced by the bad same as any other person under the sun precisely due to the fact he's an idealist who feels he's above that sort of thing. That he's above being corrupted. He is often blind to his own capability to do wrong as well as anyone he'd consider a monster. He doesn't really think he has the inclination to stray from what's morally right which is ironically his biggest weakness.

― O'Neill? Lets start with his Red flag because it's infinitely more pronounced ---- and that's his habit of brownnosing and supporting tyrants. Yep, he'll take the biggest, baddest mofo in any group, single them out and become a loyal and devoted back up to them, by extension elevating himself in any faction where there's power, influence and pure muscle, smarmily standing by to any number of crappy things and atrocities if it means he'll be in the corner of a despot warlord rather than in his way. His Green flag on the other hand is that he's just some guy at the end of the day. Some guy in a bad situation, at a bad time, surrounded by infinitely worse men than himself and just out to survive and I think Red himself realizes that which explains most of the things he does and why he does them. His weasel-like cowardice and outright fear of his own surroundings and how immeasurably high the stakes are is both his fatal flaw and the thing that humanizes him and it's ironically the thing that saves his own life.

― Bunny's Red flag is that he's genuinely a psychopath who's aware of his own tendencies and doesn't even fathom caring. He kills, he enjoys it, he likes the war by his own admission, he's happy he's in it and my god, it's just about the equivalent of an amusement to park to him. Green flag? A Green flag that's only and exclusively good for Bunny and just about nobody else? The fact that he doesn't even realize he should be afraid of the situation he's in or its overall gravitas, which is a byproduct of his sociopathy. Man's joyful in his own sick world and that shields him from the horrors of war as a whole, which is both an enviable position to be in and genuinely the most scary thing about him. There's no huge trauma, no major guilt or tremendous demons for this kid and if he ever went home he's most likely out of the bunch to go home content. Hilarious thing is, while other men might've returned from Vietnam broken, Bunny might return flushed, healthy and beaming, like he's back from a spa.

― Rhah's Green flag is that he will diffuse any situation skillfully. Talk either side of any conflict out of bad and destructive decisions. He'll be in the ear of his friend one moment, persuading them out of doing something dumb and he might be in his friend's enemy's ear the next in equal measure de-escalating and talking them out of doing something even dumber, making him the perfect middle man. The perfect individual to smooth shit out at any given moment, pretty much within a second's notice. Even though he would never admit to something like this, he is the ultimate peacemaker when he sets his mind to it simply due to the fact how very convincing he is at making arguments believably and diffusing tensions from various points of view effortlessly. Red Flag? Often has such a doom-and-gloom outlook on everything that it comes off like he's a disinterested centrist to the degree of apparent carelessness and aloofness, but it's not due to the fact he's a bad person as much as that he's seen so much crap he's just about done with it all.

― Wolfe's Green flag is that he's normal. Yep. He maintains a more or less sound mind in the midst of war and if he comes off like something of a slippery wet noodle out of his element it's mainly because he's compared to the standards of what's effectively a band of seasoned killers and experienced veterans few people could stand up to in the first place --- not without being or becoming seasoned killers and experienced veterans themselves first. He's awkward, incompetent, he falls short in many ways, he flops but he has sanity of mind to the degree sanity of mind can be kept within the given circumstances which is a feat all by itself and this interestingly enough interconnects with his Red Flag and that's that his leadership skills are catastrophic precisely due to the fact that he's an average, underqualified guy way in over his head. He's not cut out for war and that both his virtue and his flaw simultaneously. It's exactly Wolfe's fish-out-of-water regularity that endangers his platoon on the daily.

― King is all Green flags and pretty much has no red ones, if you believe me, because no matter how much you think about it, you can't really pinpoint anything of note that makes this man a truly negative influence in any way that actually matters or makes a huge difference. Man's simply all positivity, uplifting, an admirable sense of friendship, togetherness and camaraderie and having the talent of taking the darkest, worst moments imaginable and weaving some sense of hope for the future out of them in spite of the odds, making him one of the most consistently and genuinely nice people in the platoon along with people like Big Harold, Gardener or even Crawford. He's just a salt of the earth soldier who gets in and out of service alive and successful and doesn't lose his soul or sense of self in the process and not only that, but helps maintain a tiny shred of joy and humanity in others too, and as such, Green flags around. The best person out of all the boys all around.

― Elias's Green flag is his zeal. Ironically, Elias's Red flag is his zeal too. What makes him stand out virtuously is what destroys him. He believes in everything good, righteous and just, except that in his overwhelming passion to do right he tends to believe in these things a little too loudly and openly which makes him friends as well as enemies at the same time --- by extension, a dangerous position to be in. He isn't shrewd or calculative and within the given circumstances, that is a weakness. He cannot slyly bide his time, be silently two-faced, sleazy or report someone or something behind their back. He's fully transparent. Entirely honest, almost as a detriment to himself as a result. His honorable tendencies come front and center and in turn these same honorable tendencies are like a red scarf waved in front of a raging bull. There's something ethereal about him to the degree he forgets of the down and dirty business he's in and that people are by no means as lofty or as spiritual as he is and if that isn't the most tragic thing ever, I don't know what is.

― Barnes' Red flags are that he's bloodthirsty, vengeful, cold, calculating, manipulative, cruel, sadistic and any number of negative epithets one could bring up. His Green flag, though? The fact that precisely due to the fact that he's a frightening, murderous asshole he's exactly the type of guy most likely to save someone's life in a tight spot during all out combat and rush into the thick of a skirmish without batting an eye to get them out simply on the basis of 'the machine gotta keep spinning', making him in effect the opposite of someone like, say, Wolfe. Unlike him, it's the fact that Barnes is a killer that makes him effectively almost mechanically courageous and even dastardly. Man will stare death right in the fact and ask for it. It's his sheer efficacy that's his virtue. In a bad situation, when you're surrounded? Ironically, it's Barnes of all people you want in your corner because Barnes is most likely to get you out alive. The same way Barnes is most likely to kill you. But, it's this unflinching devotion to a cause that's both daunting and almost morbidly admirable because the man just doesn't stop.

[undressmewithyoureyes]

KING - (ONE)

• LILLITH •

When I tell you my day couldn’t get any.fucking.better – I mean that will every ounce of sarcasm left in me. Why I decided to take a contract in the middle of the fucking Tundra is beyond me. Oh, I know. I love the thrill. I love being caught in the action. Watching grown men who thought they were the biggest and baddest asses on this Earth piss themselves when they see me will never get old. In fact, thats better than sex.

Being the best operator in the field with the most kills – not in the Country, but in the entire world does something to a woman. And the beauty of all of it, nobody knows what I look like. Well, alive to tell it anyway. I like my private life. Nobody will ever recognize me without my mask – but with my mask, everyone knows who I am. And I also love that. It’s the best of both worlds. What more could a girl ask for?

The cold bit through my thermal gear as I lay against the white snow. My sniper set up with a grey and white cloth on top to cover all the darkest parts. Cant have my position blown while I’m out in the open. That would be embarrassing. I’ve been laying here for almost 5 hours – not able to move and my bladder is about to burst. If my target doesn’t hurry up, I may say fuck it and settle for hand-to-hand combat. It beats lying on the freezing ground.

Robert Eager. The guy’s name is just as stupid as his actions. His lucky name landed in my lap and landed across the United States blacklist for an inexcusable organization. Child Trafficking. As soon as my eyes scanned across the words, my stomach turned into knots. One thing I will never understand is how someone could do that to any human – let alone a child. This guy will be one of the many that I enjoy taking the life from. To say I’m eager, is an understatement.

I check the watch on my right wrist – 17:46. The sun is starting to set, making my position even more untraceable. One of Roberts facilities is here in the Tundra – smart man. Making it to where it’s almost impossible to get to due to the weather and the extremities that come with it.

Almost.

I’ve been in far worse situations than this and I promise you one thing, I will find a fucking way. When it comes to children, there are no excuses. Shit gets done – even if that means it takes my last breath. I took it doing the right thing.

Movement through my scope makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand. Adrenaline shoots through me as my day, well evening just got a whole lot better. Head lights from one of Roberts SUVs beam across the wintery surface. The beauty of snow and flat land is you can see for miles.

I adjust the zoom on my scope and watch the sleazy fucker exit out of the bunker – a wide smile on his face as he shakes the hands of two other men. Who? I don’t know, but they seem a little too happy for me – so they can meet the same miserable fate as Mr. Eager. Is it part of the contract? No, but I also don’t take orders from anyone. I work for myself and if someone has an issue, they can address it with a less qualified operator.

My heart rate picks up as Robert gets into the first SUV and the other two men get into the one behind him. Friends? Acquaintances? Buyers? Don’t know, but they will all have the same title in the next ten minutes. Dead.

Roberts SUV comes to life and heads towards me. The other one following close behind. I’m about a mile away with my ‘baby’. As coincidental as it may be, my sniper rifle is one of the best – The Tundra. She goes with me anywhere I go, and nothing gets past her .308 self.

Headlights illuminate me, but to the naked eye I’m invisible. I take a deep breath and hold as the cross hairs on my scope align with the grill of the SUV. I pull the trigger, and a faint sound echoes through the air as Roberts SUV veers off the snowy road and into the tree line. Immediately, I fire another at the second SUV, and it takes the same fate.

Once the SUVs come to a stop, eight men exit out of the vehicles – four with each. All of them with their guns drawn. Some of them with pistols and others with sub machine guns. All looking around trying to find me. Jokes on them, I’m the ghost of Christmas past.

I draw in another breath and fire at one of the men with a pistol in hand. Red and yellow splatter behind him and coat the ground. Thank God for thermal scopes. The other seven men tense and grip their guns a little tighter looking straight ahead towards me. The shitty thing about sniping is your position gets known after your shoot.

I get to my feet as quietly as I can and run outwards towards the crash site. I don’t want to run at them head on and get swissed, so were going to play a little game of “surprise-n-die”. One of my favorites.

I watch through my black and white night vision as the men cautiously head towards where I once was. Some bodyguards.

“Theres no way anyone knew about this site.” His voice even sounds fucking ugly. “Fuck!”

Yeah, fuck is right.

I look towards to SUVs, and I only see three men in both vehicles. Perfect. I sneak up behind the man closest to me as my fingers wrap around my hooked knife strapped to my thigh. She’s a nasty bitch. I quickly cover his mouth with my free hand and pull his head back towards me. His body tenses as fight or flight kick in – but not quick enough. I bring my blade towards his throat and pull. Tendons, muscles and tissue separate quickly from the intrusion. His warm blood coats my hand as his body jerks forward. I can feel his hands fly up to his neck, but there’s no fixing that. Hes fucked.

I roll my eyes as he falls to his knees – his hands trying to hold in the blood, but its seeping through his fingers. Overdramatic much?

“The fuck was that?” the man several feet in front of him says. The beauty about the Tundra, when there’s no light, its pitch fucking black. “Rocky?”

I almost chuckled hearing the terror in his voice. “Rocky? Man, stop fucking with me.”

My next target, number six, stops as the rest keep walking. Were these guys even trained or did Robert find them at some random place and put a gun in their hands…because Jesus Christ. “Rocky?”

I step closer to where he can barely make me out, “Sorry, Rocky isn’t available.” Before he had time to react, I stabbed him in the dick and immediately slit his throat as well. The dick was personal. I don’t know if he touched the kids like that, but I’m guessing the worst. I watch him as he falls to his knees and look ahead. The rest of the guys stop and look back.

I roll my neck as I put my knife back and grab my pistols. Each strapped against my thighs. Its getting cold and I’m ready to go. I raise both guns and fire a single bullet into each guy’s head. I’m not in the mood for any more formalities.

I head back to the SUVs and start with the one with the two men. I reholster my left pistol but keep a tight grip on my right. I swing the door open, the interior light illuminating the two men – both with wide eyed faces as I point my gun at them.

“Who the fuck are you?” I don’t have time to pussy foot around. Rocky’s blood was starting to make my hand go numb from the cold.

“I-I” That’s all the closest one could get out before I fired a round through his skull. His blood and brains painting the guy sitting beside him.

I exhale a frustrated breath, “I didn’t ask for a fucking speech impediment. Who the fuck are you?”

“Paul.”

Quick and to the point. I like it.

“Okay, Paul,” I start, “Tell me what I want to know.”

He goes to speak, but I cut him off, “And don’t ask any questions or fuck with me. The more detail the better. The better the detail, the more I’m willing to let you live.”

“I’m here on business,” He blurts out. “Look, I have a wife and kids! I’ll pay yo-.” The guy couldn’t even finish the sentence before I fired a round into his stomach. A wife AND kids?! I did all of them a favor. Any man wanting to fuck and touch little kids doesn’t deserve to have the family life.

The man screamed out and I shot two more rounds into both of his knees. His loud pleas turning silent. Tears streamed down his face as he hyperventilated from the trauma. I left the door open as I walked over to the SUV that Robert was in. I could hear the family man cursing my name for everything he thought I was worth. He’ll either freeze to death or an animal will rip him apart within the next several hours. I did my good deed for keeping the door open allowing them to get in and supplying the scent of blood.

The wonderful circle of life.

Roberts SUV tries to come to life, but that .308 bullet going through the motor doesn’t stand a chance. The engine whines and whines, but never turns over. I jerk open the passenger door and climb in – my pistol still gripped in my right hand.

“So, where we going?” I love toying with my contracts before I kill them. It lightens the mood.

With spit flying out of his mouth and teeth grit, “Fuck you, you stupid bitch!”

I place my left hand over my heart and give him puppy dog eyes, “Robert, you hurt my feelings.”

“You don’t have feelings,” he counters quickly. “Anyone who can kill people for a fucking living doesn’t have feelings.”

I throw my head back and laugh, “Anyone who takes innocent children away from their families to sell them is far worse than me. I have my skeletons Robert, but you, you have demons.”

And there it is, the nervous bead of sweat that starts across the forehead. “I’ll pay you.” Hes desperate.

“How much?” I’ll bite.

Seeing a sliver of relief across his face made me smile beneath my mask, “Fifteen million.”

Holy shit. That’s the most anyone has ever offered me and if I’m being honest, that’s five times the amount I’m getting paid for. “Deal.”

Robert jerked his back, I’m assuming he wasn’t expecting me to take the deal, “So you’re not going to kill me?”

I lower my gun, “Scouts honor,” I say holding up my hand. Robert pulls out his phone and I watch as he navigates through his banking apps. He clicks on a green icon and looks over at me, “Y-you have information for me to send it.”

Its comical how bad the phone is shaking in his hand, “Yeah, my routing is 956287413”. He puts the numbers in with the exact amount of fifteen million and presses send. After a few seconds, it goes through with confirmation.

Roberts body relaxes as he slumps against the seat. I sit up and open the door, “Pleasure doing business with you Mr. Eager.” The snow crunches under my boots as I get out of the SUV and the cold wraps around me once again.

Our eyes lock and I raise my pistol and fire two rounds into each of his thighs. He immediately jolts forward and screams, “You fucking bitch! We had a deal!”

“I’m honoring my deal Mr. Eager. I said I wouldn’t kill you. Those are flesh wounds,” I say with a smirk. I go walk off, but stop, “Oh, I almost forgot,” I say as I point my pistol towards him, “I have one round left,”. I fire the last round at his chest. I’m sure I grazed his heart, but it wasn’t dead center. I’m a woman of my word. I didn’t kill him.

I walk off, leaving the door open like I did the other SUV. I can hear small whimpers coming from the family man – it wont be much longer. I reach for the radio on my vest, “Hey Nik, come pick me up.”

Nikolai is one of my oldest friends and a damn good pilot. When I need him he’s there. Hes tried talking me into joining an operators group - Task Force 141, but I work best alone. Don’t get me wrong, those guys are the best of the best. I’ve seen them operate. They never knew I was there, but I was impressed.

“Be there in two,” Nik replied. That really means he’ll be here in less than a minute.

I walk back over to where my sniper rifle is, pick it up and assemble it back in the case. The roar of helicopter blades vibrates through my gear and my chest.

“I thought you said you were ready!” He yells as he gets out of the helicopter.

I walk over to him and he takes my sniper case. “I thought you said you were two minutes out!”

Nik gives me a wink and I climb into the back of the helo and grab my headset.

Without giving me time to adjust my headset, Nik says, “Shepherd wants to see you.”

I roll my eyes as I get settled in the passenger seat of the helo beside Nik. “About?”

“You know he cant tell me, Lil.”

Nik is one of the few that know my real name. Everyone else knows me by my call sign: Widow. Trust me, I didn’t give myself that name – everyone else did. I’m the mystery woman everyone wants their hands on.

I take in a deep breath, “Fine.”

Nik brings the helo to life and I set the coordinates to Washington D.C. I hate Shepherd, but he gives me contracts and pays me. It’s strictly personal business, but I have a feeling he is wanting to change that.

[terrence-silver]

Terry’s reaction, in different eras, to beloved getting lots of genuine male attention

Contrary to popular fandom belief, I don't think Terry Silver would enjoy flaunting his beloved on his arm even while everyone else wants them and makes no secret of it. Like, he might appear cocksure, confident and nonchalant on the surface, but the man's a rollercoaster of emotions, schemes, trauma, violence, extremes and unhinged tendencies beneath all that.

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― Like, for example, Twig might be beaming because for once, he feels like he's one of those cool kids dating someone universally well liked (and desired) even while he simultaneously might feel immensely slightly threatened beneath all that and might go to even more extreme lengths than usual to shower beloved with gifts, acts of service, material goods, his own affection and love and just stuff in order make sure their attention never, ever strays from him because he's just doing so much for them with an effort to cloud their eyes from everyone else pining after them. Because he's making sure to buy the assurance of their loyalty, if nothing else, because admittedly, there's a bit of pathological desperation involved on his behalf and the conviction that if he doesn't overcompensate with people, he'll lose them forever. Sure, he feels like he's hit a milestone. Graduated and grown from his awkward Vietnam years to someone who's won the heart of a person everyone wants but can never have, but deep down he has this bubbling, overwhelming anxiety that he isn't strong enough or just plain enough to keep beloved now that he actually has them, fueling his own paranoia and doubts even more so and pushing him into what he sees as 'building himself up to new heights' in every sense to be, as he sees it, tough enough to maintain what's his and not end up being a loser, kickstarting his trajectory into fanaticism, or rather, the fanatical pursuit of power, strength, control and dominance, because if you're the biggest, baddest shark in the metaphorical pond, Twig figures nobody would ever dare take what's yours. Right?

― Terry in the 80's would almost prefer, that in the off chance of beloved being a woman, that all this sexual and romantic attention stemmed from other women, because that's something he wouldn't necessarily view tremendously unfavorably, if you get my meaning --- hey, it's the 80's, after all. In fact, he might find it titillating and perversely amusing in a way he doesn't see other men, even though, irregardless of beloved's gender, genuine interest to someone his will always boil down to him viewing it as a declaration of open war no matter the combination of suitors that come forward and what their own respective genders and sexualities are. It is just that Terry Silver, with some era appropriate machismo added to the mix, might see other men as a legitimate threat to someone his, and so his pride in flaunting beloved on his arm could fester really quickly and he's capable of doing a 180 degree shift in no time at all and going from a worldly man of leisure freely showing off his paramour to a downright barbarian who is just as capable of shutting them inside of his mansion so nobody can look at them ever again. Nobody but him, of course. Such is his duality. Terry is capable of being as confident as he is absolutely and unbelievably volatile, so naturally, the realization that every man around them wants beloved quickly goes from a source of triumphant pride and cool poise to him just feverishly plotting revenge against everyone and everything while beloved's basically under house arrest. The general public knows Silver was seeing someone special at one point in time, but they haven't seen them in...oh, I don't know, years?

― For old man Terry, all these other guys surrounding beloved like so many vultures might be a reminder of some very sour topics that only serve to fuel his most destructive tendencies, like for example, the idea that he's past his prime. That he's no longer a young man and that he's contending, with possibly other younger men, even though, he simultaneously doesn't believe anyone measures up to him and as such, he's both extremely egoistic and yet extremely hard on himself at the same time. Terry might also be haunted by the idea of mortality. Time being fleeting and beyond his control. His desires to have met beloved sooner, when he was younger, tough, sharper, and when he would've made every would-be admirer cover from beloved even faster. When he would've been more of a threat. More of an alpha, if that makes sense. Viewing everything from a tribalist and slightly primal point of view, he might feel the reason why so many men surround and try to act way too friendly with beloved in the first place is because they smell weakness. Weakness from him. That they see it in every grey hair. In every wrinkle. That they smell blood and that they're moving in on his turf. After all, lions do it to each other in the wild when the leader starts getting old and losing authority over his pride, his young and his females. People are no different. As such, it only has Terry taking extra precautions to tuck away the thing he loves most in this life and that's beloved. That, or ensuring the lives of these assholes are destroyed one by one. How about both? Both is good.

[eisukevint]

For You, The World

Soryu Oh | Kissed By The Baddest Bidder

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @delightfuldivadarling its late but i hope you had an amazing day and enjoyed lots of cake!! our time up until now has been so fun for me i hope its been like that for you too! your gift is late but here it is! lots of love <3

…

"Happy Birthday, Princess!" The echoes of Soryu's men, wishing you, reverberated through the room along with confetti popping out of party poppers. The Ice Dragon headquarters was embellished with party decorations and no one would've believed you if you said you were on the turf of a mafia gang.

Among them stood Soryu, a small smile gracing his face as he sang along with the other guys. You stood there there gazing at him until flashbacks from an hour ago started floating in your mind.

It was a little after 1:00 p.m. and you had just started planning the day. It was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon until the bell to yours and Soryu's condo rang. Soryu had left earlier due to some urgent business on your day but he promised to return earlier but you were sure it wasn’t meant to be this early. Cautiously, you opened the door and sighed in relief when you saw Inui and Samejima .

“Happy Birthday, Miss Yuki!" was all they said as both of them practically pushed you out the door in your home slippers. You didn't get to say a word as they stuffed you in the car, giving you no answer as to why they were kidnapping you. All of your queries were answered as the car led you to the Ice Dragon's headquarters.

"Let's cut the cake!" One guy said as he brought out a cake with ice blue frosting. It complimented the theme of the decorations and the Ice Dragons.

Knife in hand, Soryu stepped forward. Everyone urged you to blow the candles so Soryu stood by your side as you blew the candles out conjuring up a wish in your mind and with Soryu's hand on yours, you cut the cake. Everyone cheered once again and the party was in full roar. The food was delicious and you were being showered with gifts. The gifts ranged from little trinkets to bullet proof jackets.

Everything was going well except for a certain someone. The mobsters were absolutely smitten with their boss' wife and Soryu was a bit annoyed. He had planned to sneak you away right after lunch but things were not playing well in his favour. He attempted to drag you away any chance he got but failed when one of his men pulled you towards the group to play games.

Soryu had to commend his patience for holding out this long but he finally snapped when he failed a fifth time. He was supposed to be spending the day with his adorable wife, alone in the comfort of each others arms, not among a bunch of gangsters so he did what he had to do in order to get you out of there.

He got up abruptly and the room fell silent. The laughter died down as Soryu marched towards where the group was sitting. Everyone watched on with bated breath until Soryu bent down, hooked his arms under your knees and picked you up in one swift movement. He grasped an opportunity and dashed for the door. As soon as he was out, he put you in the car, fastened your seatbelt for you and sped away, away from the headquarters while everyone inside was flabbergasted, still trying to process what had happened.

…

Before long, you had reached a park near the Tres Spades. Everything happened in such frenzy that you hadn't realised that you were still in your slippers. Soryu slipped his hand into yours as you were strolling through the park. The breeze felt nice as it grazed your face and the atmosphere was quiet until you broke the silence,

"Say, wasn't today fun?" You looked sideways towards Soryu, a serene smile resting on your face and Soryu's breath hitched as he drank in your beauty.

How can someone look so ethereal?

"Yes, I hope you enjoyed their company. They can get a bit…rowdier at times." Soryu smiled sheepishly and you beamed at him in response. 

"I did! I enjoyed myself so much that I lost track of time." You giggled remembering the antics of Soryu's men as they entertained you and Soryu's heart palpated a bit faster.

His hold on your hand tightened as he fumbled with the box in his coat pocket. The park was almost vacant, aside from a few kids still playing on the slides so you and Soryu settled on a bench.

Soryu finally pulled out the box from his pocket that had been settling there for hours. "Happy Birthday, Yuki." He exclaimed as he opened the box and handed it to you.

You gasped in wonder when you laid your eyes upon the dainty item that laid inside the box, an intricate gold chain bracelet. The gift was stunning and loveable but really, all you wanted was to spend time with the love of your life and you were doing just that. You tilted your face upwards to thank him when he planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“Flip it.” He uttered and you did as he said. A single tear slid down your face as you took the bracelet out of the box and scanned the words engraved on its back.

I see forever in your eyes.

You looked back up at him with a tearful gaze as he took in all your beautiful features.

“If eternity exists, I wish to spend it with you. You bring so much joy in my life and you gave me so much more than I deserve. My love for you is like waves crashing against a vast shore, its so wild for you that I can’t contain it, love.”

Soryu paused as he took a moment to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“Thank you for being born and coming in to my life, Yuki. Thank you for sharing this life with mde. For you, I’d conquer the world.” Soryu voiced that with so much love and adoration, you couldn’t help crashing in his embrace as you sobbed at the this sweet gesture. Your heart overflowed with affection that you couldn’t help but let it out in the form of tears, in the arms of the man you had decided to spend the rest of your years with.

Taking your wrist in his hand, Soryu put the bracelet on and brought it up to his lips to plant a chaste kiss on it.

No more words were exchanged between you two as he grabbed your face, tilting your chin up to touch his lips to yours. The kiss was imbued with extreme tenderness and you couldn’t help but melt into each other. Your surroundings were long forgotten as the last of the setting sun shone upon your silhouettes, marking you as one.

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: December 8, 2023

Lyrics:

Oh, the beat in my body is lookin' to groove

Wanna get down, yeah, I'm lookin' to move

The beat in my body marches to a groove

Wanna get down, yeah, I'm lookin' to move

Deep, deep down, baby

Deep, deep down, baby (flow)

De-deep, deep down, baby (baby)

When the lights go down

Moon goes up and the music sounds

Oh, I love it when the lights go down

Bodies movin' like no one's around

Oh, I love it when the

Moon goes up

Oh, I love it when the

Bodies movin' like no

Deep, deep down on the basement floor (deep)

That's where I grow, baby, that's where I flow (baby)

My body heats up as my figure goes numb

Toing and froing, bodies are flowing

The beams of the moon let the sun in (go in)

And your look of love keeps me runnin' back

Runnin' back, runnin' back

When the lights go down

Moon goes up and the music sounds

Oh, I love it when the lights go down

Bodies movin' like no one's around

Oh, I love it when the

Moon goes up

Oh, I love it when the

Bodies movin' like no

Deep, deep down, baby (move, move)

Deep, deep down, baby (move, move), flow

De-deep, deep down, baby (move, move)

Deep, deep down, baby (move, move)

Songwriter:

Deep, deep down, baby (move, move)

Deep, deep down, baby (move, move)

De-deep, deep down, baby (move, move)

Deep, deep down, baby (move, move)

Calvin Harris / Jessica Reyes / Eliza Rose Creese

SongFacts:

Calvin Harris and Eliza Rose have teamed up for Body Moving, a collaborative tour de force now available on Ministry of Sound.

The new single combines Rose's distinctive vocal skills with a dynamic mix of disco beats and basslines, orchestrating a perfect symphony of celebration and movement. It's an invitation to bring your friends to the dance floor and enjoy the magic of the night.

The release comes amid a remarkable year for the prolific Harris, who recently received a Grammy nomination for Best Pop Dance Recording for "Miracle" with Ellie Goulding.

Rose also had a standout year, fueled by the success of her UK single “B.O.T.A. (Baddest Of Them All),” which came out last year and topped the charts. Her momentum continued with the 16-date "Planet Eliza" tour in the spring and she further demonstrated her versatility by releasing songs in collaboration with Mura Masa and The Martinez Brothers, among others.

[b-e-l-l-a--l-u-n-a]

Call from my mother, Like where u at tonight.. Got no alibi, I was all alone.. With the love of my life. She's got glitter for skin, My Radiant beam in the night. I don't need no light. To see you shine, It's your golden hour.

You slow down time, In your golden hour. We were just two lovers

Feet up on the dash, Driving nowhere fast. Burnin through the summer,Radio on blast, Make the moment last.

She got solar power, Minutes feel like hours. She knew she was the baddest. Can you even imagine.. fallin like I did.

For the love of my life, she's got glow on her face, a glorious look in her eyes, My angel of light.

I was all alone, with the love of my life. She's got glitter for skin, My Radiant beam in the night. I don’t need no light.

✨️✨️☀️✨️✨️

JVKE - golden hour (official)

[keepsmovingforward]

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