#VAN 850

[thaiusedcars]

69,000 บาท 🔥 VOLVO VAN 850 ปี1998 🔥 รถมือสองราคาถูก

[toxicanonymity]

raider masterlist

dark!Joel x f!reader | updated: August 29, 2024: calling him daddy (note: this masterlist can't hold anymore links and I haven't decided what to do about it)

moodboard by @milla-frenchy 🖤 a rb will not stay up-to-date.

SUMMARY: He's a bad guy, and you're his good girl. Joel saves you from bad men, but claims you for himself. His persona starts to crack, but he gets even more possessive. You're his world, and he'll do anything to keep you. Emotional slow burn but smut the whole time. WARNINGS: 18+ canon-typical violence, noncon via implicit threat, evolving to enthusiastic dubious consent (stockholm syndrome), depraved use of praise and pet names (sweet pea, baby), unsafe P in V, exhibitionism, extreme possessiveness, dark fluff (🖤), angst, and more. NO USE of Y/N, No physical description of reader.

Spotify: raider, sweet pea (smut) Optional reference: trailer floor plan

Carter masterlist

main story

Note, non-bold links in this section were written out of order and may contain spoilers or references to future events. their placement in this list is based on timeline.

Raider: (Mar 24, 2023) - He "saves" you, then has his way with you but is kinda sweet about it. Joel POV (Oct 3, 1k)

Failed Rescue (Apr 8 - 1.9k) Your bf tries to save you. Joel makes him watch then keeps you.

Stash House (Apr 11 - 850)- Joel takes you to the stash house and shows everyone you're his. Wash Bin 🖤 (Aug 27, 1k) Shooting Practice Drabble(Jul 28, 1.6k)

Failed Escape (Apr 23, 4k)- Joel saves you from FEDRA, bathes you, amd edges you.

J. Miller (May 19, 2k) - Joel labels you with his switchblade and claims all your holes. dark. Can be skipped.

Home (May 29, 1.3k) - Joel makes dinner at home, cleans your chest, and tucks you in. 🖤

Company (Jun 9, 2.2k) - Joel brings home a girl to distract his men. dark. Extra Scene - angst.

Close (Jul 3, 2.7k) - close call with other raiders. You-almost-died sex, and later, tender sex 🖤

Gun Hug (Jul 31, 3.7k) - Joel traps 2 bad guys with some help and kills them while you. . .🖤 If you want him (1.5k) - he holds out to see🖤

Night Air (Aug 30, 3.5k) - Joel is brutal with a bad guy and his POV reveals some feelings. 🖤 Bonus blurb, wakeup pwp drabble

Hunger (Sep 29, 7k) - Joel takes you on a trek, comforts you, kills a guy, and gives you head. 🖤 He's only human (1.1k) - 👱‍♂️Carter POV, overlaps w/ hunger.

Bodies (Dec 3, 7.8k) - Strangers show up and cause a shitstorm, but Joel takes a big step. 🖤 Raider POV

No cliffhangers. Bulletin from Tox

more (drabbles, etc)

🔥 smut

Trying to use him (800) (riding) 🔥

House meeting drabble 🖤

You get sick at night drabble 🖤

He goes down on you (oral f) 🔥

If you touched his scar

if men had hurt you in the past

if you got your period 🖤

magazine and makeup 🖤

yoga pwp drabble piv 1k 🔥

boots drabble (oral f receiving) 🔥

graveyard blurb (spice)

if you bit his arm drabble (p in v) 🔥

If you snapped (emotional spice) 🖤

face sitting on sofa 🔥

being bad, looking good (2.8k, smut) 🔥

Van ride drabble (800) 🖤

sleeping beast (<1k), PWP 🔥

If Joel was sick 🖤

If you were annoying

cutting his hair 🖤

waking up on top 🔥

tired 🖤

waking up on top again 🔥

Sweet pea overhears Joel 🔥

Choking on his dick (600) 🔥

his birthday 🥺

if she called him daddy 🔥

Note: not all content is linked. Asks can lead to lore, snippets, and previews or hints of future plot points, etc. which are not added here.

Headcanons (not written like fic)

If another man has his way (Q&A)

dacryphilia - evolved update (Q&A)

if you had scars or tattoos (Q&A)

👱‍♂️raider carter Qs, face claim (Q&A)

sweet pea by herself

If you sketched Joel and Jack

Apple picking 🖤

Responding to a Nightmare

accidentally hurting her

Analysis (#raider!analysis)

why does he keep her

why did he snap (in Company extra scene)

his eye contact

his affection / feelings, trajectory 🖤

falling for sweet pea

his self hate and her feelings

the dog and joel's concern for you

awareness of growth / why keep her

Raider Tommy

Birds of prey (2.6k)

Art, etc.

Mattress by esquire magazine

Stitches by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

collage by @milla-frenchy

lose control edit by @survivingandenduring

🌸 sweet pea mood boards by various

6 month collage by milla-frenchy

6 month cake by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

🌸 sweet pea cosplay from night air

👱‍♂️carter mood board by @romana-after-dark

pts. 1-3 rb mood boards by @iamasaddie

night air gif by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

raider/sweet pea collage by milla

sweet pea's pup by @dark-scape

want it that bad gif by @dark-scape

Bodies gif by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

👱‍♂️carter mood board by milla-frenchy

Then and now drawing by @romana-after-dark

Raider/sweet pea drawings by @lumoverheaven

our stars moodboard by milla

raiding edits by gasolinerainbowpuddles

under the anger by iamasaddie

🎥 Trailer (video) by @carminepoison

birthday sketch by @lumoverheaven

In love w raider by @milla-frenchy

✨ checks that you're ok 🐺 by milla

If I've left yours off please lmk I prob tagged improperly

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Fic recs: other raiders

🖤 If mine or another writer's work has inspired yours, it's always better late than never to share / shout-out 🖤

[nevadancitizen]

-> PROLOGUE: THE OLD SOUL OF AMERICA

synopsis: you meet with a mysterious woman on an old californian dock.

word count: ~850

ships: Arthur Morgan/modern!Reader, Van der Linde Gang & Reader

notes: inspired by @heart-of-gold-outlaw !! go read their modern reader fic i really like it. also we'll be getting into the actual time travel stuff after this teaser lololol :3

THE OLD SOUL OF AMERICA MASTERLIST

It’s a bracing, misty evening – supposed to be spring, but doesn’t feel like it. The waves are choppy and the gulls are huddled on the pylons with their beaks tucked under their wings, their feathers ruffling in the cold wind. 

Three hulking great ships, all freighters, are tied up on the beat-up dock. This isn’t one of those fashionable wharfs with dockworker unions or passenger liners – no pretty girls on their balconies, clinking champagne flutes to celebrate the start of the cruise. Just a couple of red-faced salts in pea jackets tramping by, trailing cigarette smoke, boots crunching on dried-up gull shit.

They spare you glances as they pass by, surely wondering what you were doing here in the early hours of the morning. Were you waiting for someone to get off work? Were you waiting for a drug deal? Or were you just admiring the way the waves spray water onto the dock?

(In reality, it was none of those. You’re waiting on something much worse.)

A woman, sleek and modern in style and rugged and worn in looks, approaches you. She has a quiet intensity about her — something about the way she squints against the ocean spray mixed with the permanent-looking scowl on her face. 

She tilts her head toward you, and you nod. You walk towards her and meet her halfway, leaning in close on her insistence. 

“You’re the one in need?” She asks softly. You just barely hear her over the waves crashing against the dock.

“Yes, ma’am,” you say, just as soft. “It’s my sister’s daughter. My eleven-year-old niece. She’s… she’s in a really bad way.”

“What does she need?” The woman asks. 

“A pancreas,” you say. “She’s got acute recurrent pancreatitis. There aren’t a lot of affordable child-sized organs lying around. God knows I’ve turned not just California, but the entire Mojave upside-down trying to find one. I’ve called hospitals in Arizona, Nevada, even New Mexico. I – I’m not asking you to kill a child! I just… I need the money for the operation. It’ll put her on the waiting list, and… once we show the hospital we have the money, I’m sure she’ll be okay. Somehow.”

The woman narrows her eyes. “Why don’t you just take out a loan? Or take on debt?”

“I can’t,” you say. “None of us can. I foreclosed on my last house. My sister has thousands of dollars in credit card debt, counting all the interest. Please, just trust me when I say I need this money. I don’t think anyone has nearly half a million dollars in their junk drawer. If I did, why would I be here, asking you for it?”

The woman looks you over and tucks her jacket closer around her. The outline of a gun at her hip becomes glaringly obvious – she wants you to notice it.

“Ma’am, I’m begging you.” You clasp your hands together as tight as you can. “I come from a family of deadbeats and addicts. I was an addict myself, and I quit just to save money for her operation, but it’s just not enough. I need this money. I won’t misappropriate these funds – won’t use them to pay off other debts, won’t use them for drugs. Just… please, miss.”

The woman holds up her hand. “Stop groveling.”

What the fuck else am I supposed to do?! You shout in your head. I need money, and you’ve got the money! My niece is going to fucking die if I don’t get it!

Instead, you just nod politely and put your hands behind your back. “Yes, ma’am. My apologies. I’m sure you can understand my desperation.”

“Uh-huh,” the woman hums. “I can get you the money. Just give me your banking details and I can wire it to you.” 

You pull out a pre-prepared index card with your bank information written down. The woman checks that it has your full name, address, account number, and routing number before speaking again.

“Do you have life insurance?” She asks, as if offhandedly.

“Uh, yes?” You say, unsure. “It won’t come out to a lot, so I couldn’t have an “accident” at work. Maybe just under 200,000 dollars? Nowhere near enough to cover her operation.”

The woman hums and tucks the card into her pocket. “I’ll get you the money.”

“Thank you so, so much,” you say. “You have no idea what this means to me – no idea what you’ve done for me and my family.”

“I have some idea.” The woman’s hand lingers at her waist. It takes you a few seconds too long to notice that –

A loud sound. A raging pain. The bullet hit something vital, but doesn’t grant you the mercy of dying in that instant. 

You stagger back, holding yourself. “What…”

“You’re dumber than you look,” the woman says, her voice fading in and out. “I’m just helping your family.”

You inhale shakily and take a step back. There’s a sense of falling, and something cold surrounds you, but you can’t make out much of anything in this condition. 

The last thing you think before the black takes you? It’s May. Who the fuck gets shot in May?

[is-this-yuri]

What happened to ur car?

oh you know, it's old and i've lived in it and pushed it to its limits for a decade.

what i know right now is there's a loose wheel bearing on the front right and a snapped tie rod end and maybe sway bar on the left. the left front tire won't steer

the car starts so i have heat and electricity, and i bought a gas can and a gallon of gas today just to make sure i don't run out of heat while i'm at the shop.

they quoted me $850 for the current repairs and scheduled me for wednesday, but they might tack on more if they find something else wrong with the axle or wheels. which i would not be surprised bc this thing is beat up

i'll be setting up a goal on my kofi soon to cover these costs and the tow which i already paid for out of my van savings. regardless, i have the money for this though i was going to spend it on a van so this is going to set me back if i can't recoup the money.

i'm not even going to hope this car doesn't have more problems after this because it's just unrealistic. instead i'll hope i can just somehow get that van ASAP so i can sell this thing to someone who can take care of it better than me

[atlatszo]

❤️ Támogasd az Átlátszót!

Ennyi mindent csináltunk 2024-ben november végéig:

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🎧 54 podcastot és egyéb hanganyagot 🎤 vettünk fel

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🔎 Foglalkoztunk többek között:🌳 környezetszennyezéssel, 🏭 akkugyárakkal, ✈️ magánrepülőkkel, 🏎 luxusautókkal, 🚉 tömegközlekedéssel, 🇪🇺 uniós projektekkel,🏗 állami beruházásokkal és 🤑 az azokon gazdagodó vállalkozókkal, 😘 a csókosokkal és 😥 a nehéz helyzetben lévőkkel is.

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👉 Nélküled nincs Átlátszó, támogasd: atlatszo.hu/tamogatom

[steddieficfind]

Hi! I am looking for a multi part fic on AO3. The only scene I remember is that Eddie has to take some tests at the school in order to graduate and Jason calls the cops to check Eddie's van because he says he has weed in there. He doesn't, but Steve sees Jason getting ready to plant some and flags it for Hopper. Hoping this rings a bell for someone!

Request 850! Send us an ask if you recognize this fic!

[ultramegatroutman]

Tessék! Még be sem iktatták az új fideszes polgit, és mobilgát!

Aki véletlenül a telexről tájékozódik (jó, az MTI a hunyó), ne gondolja, hogy ilyen kis csöves Dunánk van.

Ez a Tejes aka Türr-átvágás. A messzeségben a kerékpároshíd Simicska hattyúdala, a munka kezdete O1G előtt, átadása utána. Nemárvízkor így néz ki:

Amúgy kurva jó, a Nagypandúr-szigeti lakosság, akik amúgy a nagyvízi medernek számító hullámtérben emeltek csilivili házakat, amit a nyárigát mondjuk 850 centiig véd, most feljelentették a rendőrségen az önkormányzatot, mer' nem adtak zsákot meg homokot + átvágták a gátat is (ami amúgy protokoll, ha a mostanihoz hasonló víz jön). Zsákot meg homokot azóta kaptak.

[joostjongepier]

Wat?   Voorwerpen uit de schat van Sacoşu Mare (1200-900 v. Chjr.), Ringetjes uit de schat van Braşov en de schat van Apoldul de Sus (1000-900 v. Chr.), Helm van Coƫofeneşti met detail (ca. 450 v. Chr.), Zilveren draken uit de Schat van Soloneƫu Nou (ca. 100 v. Chr.) en Zilveren armband van Lupşa (ca. 50 v. Chr.)

Waar?   Tentoonstelling Dacia – Rijk van goud en zilver in Drents Museum, Assen

Wanneer?   7 september 2024

Ik had hun naam wel eens gehoord: de Daciërs. Als je me echter had gevraagd waar dit volk ooit leefde, had ik je het antwoord schuldig moeten blijven. Dankzij een, als altijd fraai vormgegeven, archeologische tentoonstelling in het Drents Museum weet ik dat nu wel. De Daciërs leefden vanaf de tweede eeuw voor Christus in wat nu Roemenië is. Hoogtepunt van het Dacische rijk was onder koning Boerebista, die regeerde van 82 tot 44 voor Christus. In 106 na Christus, na twee felle oorlogen, werd Dacië door keizer Trajanus ingfelijfd in het Romeinse Rijk.

De Daciërs beschikten over veel goud en zilver dat door kundige edelsmeden tot fraaie objecten werd gevormd. De voorouders van de Daciërs maakten al sinds 4500 voor Christus gouden objecten, zoals sieraden en kommen. Ook produceerden ze veel gouden ringetjes, waarvan de functie onbekend is. Wellicht werden ze gebruikt als betaalmiddel.

Door de geschiedenis heen veranderden Dacische symbolen. In de bronstijd (2100-850 v. Chr.) zijn veel spiraalvormen te zien als verwijzing naar de zonnecultus. In de vroege ijzertijd (850-450 v. Chr.) worden invloeden van andere culturen zichtbaar. Dieren, en met name het paard, spelen dan een belangrijke rol. In de late ijzertijd (450 v. Chr. – 106 n. Chr.) ontwikkelen de Daciërs een eigen symboliek. De ‘Dacische Draco’ is een kruising tussen een wolf en een slang.

Aanvankelijk werden de objecten vooral gemaakt om te offeren aan de goden en om mee te geven aan overledenen in hun graf. Opmerkelijk daarbij is dat de voorwerpen soms met opzet werden beschadigd. Later veranderde het gebruik van goud en werden voorwerpen gemaakt om mee te pronken of als versiering van bijvoorbeeld paardentuigen.

Een fraai voorbeeld van een pronkstuk is de Helm van Coƫofeneşti. Spelende kinderen ontdekten de helm in 1927 na een zware regenbui waarbij de grond die hem bedekte was weggespoeld. Ze namen de helm mee naar huis, waar hij een tijdlang als drinkbak voor de dieren werd gebruikt. Inmiddels is duidelijk dat het om een pronkhelm gaat met afbeeldingen uit de Getische mythologie. De versieringen laten invloeden zien uit verschillende culturen.

In de 1e eeuw voor Christus werd goud voorbestemd voor offers en de koninklijke schatkist. Het gebruik van zilver voor persoonlijke voorwerpen nam toe. Ook de versieringen veranderden. Geometrische vormen en plantenmotieven namen de plaats in van dieren.

Menselijke afbeeldingen zijn schaars in de Dacische kunst. Een voorbeeld is de versiering op de uiteinden van een zilveren armband. Aan de einden is een mensenhoofdje met een plat hoedje te zien.

[wolves-against-the-world]

How old is Attila? Are werewolves immortal?

Sourced from: van Leeuwen, A. & Cornelissen, F. (2021). Eyes of the Wild: A case study of anatomy in the medieval European lycanthrope. Journal of Cryptobiology and Medicine. 6(1). Pp 22-46.

Riddarvold, S. (2020). Catholicism and Lycanthropy in Medieval Literature. Oslo: Litteraturselsskabet. Pp 80-142.

This kind of depends which type of werewolf you're talking about. Attila, as mentioned, is a European Eldritch Werewolf. Immortality is a bit of contentious subject for them, since it's incredibly rare that they die of old age. As in, it has not happened in living memory.

Being turned puts major stress on the body, so about a third of new wolves don't make it through the first 6 months to two years. They just drop dead at some point, usually during a moon. After that, death only ever occurs from being shot by a hunter or wounds sustained during battle. The oldest werewolves in the middle ages made it to about 200, maybe 300 years. There's actually pretty good records of this. At that point, nearly every werewolf was part of the "Army of the Night", since the Catholic Church was aware how dangerous wolves were and how useful they could be when tamed. However, a lot of the control the Army had over them came from manipulation, religious fervor, and straight up lies about their kind, so it was in the best interest of the Church to not encourage strong bonds and allow a higher casualty rate than was strictly necessary.

For that reason there are nearly no accounts of wild wolves who could give a better estimate of natural life span. The oldest known wolves still alive right now all come from the same pack, and are roughly 900 and 850 years old. There was also another wolf about the same age, who turned the leader of the aforementioned pack, but how old he was - if much older or only a little - is impossible to say.

Genetic decoding is unfortunately prohibitively expensive right now due to the very small research base of this topic. Current estimates put the lycanthrope aging rate at 220 years for every ten human years, but due to the extremely small sample size and survivorship bias this is a preliminary result with little statistical weight.

[classicvirus]

Just one: 1968 Fiat 850T "Visitors" by OSI

The Fiat 850 platform has lent itself over the years to be used for the most diverse uses: van, ambulance, hearse, work vehicle, and also for very special uses like this one. It is not the first 850T that we have seen transformed in this way: in its golden years, Fiat commissioned these cars which were to be used to give delegations of the most important customers or business partners…

[thaiusedcars]

(ดูแล้วไม่น่าอยู่นาน) 86,000 บาท 🔥 Volvo 850 van ปี1999 🔥 รถมือสองราคาถูก

[toxicanonymity]

I really think raider joel is my favorite. He’s the worst, he is such an awful person, but he’s so sweet and tender and I really believe he would protect me and keep me safe and just make me his sex prisoner, but in a really cozy domestic way. He’s so hot I can’t think straight. I’d shoot Jack myself for more raider Joel.

Stash House

850 | raider!Joel x f!reader | masterlist

mood board by @milla-frenchy

Requested: @ess-perspective-blog this is your request hope you like it. @swedishscumfuck for the manhandling. @xdaddysprincessxx for the javi clip.

WARNINGS: I8+ dark!Joel, kidnapping, blindfold, very dubcon exhibitionist P in V, violence (toward men), humiliation, Reader can sit on Joel. This is third. Can read alone or Raider Masterlist.

You’re sitting in Joel’s lap in a van full of raiders on the way to their stash house. He didn’t want you sitting next to anyone else.  You're blindfolded so you won’t know the location. Joel's hardness is already digging into you. Then, when they take a dirt road, the terrain bounces you and he swells harder with a deep inhale. His stiff cock vibrates you with the rough ride.  You’re throbbing, so wet you might soak through your pants. Joel holds you firmly on his lap, tight against his chest and belly.  He rests his nose against your neck and inhales. You ride in silence.  The other men obviously have a problem with you being there but are afraid to say anything and rightfully so.  

The van comes to stop and Joel takes off your blindfold.  They start getting out of the van and unloading.  

Finally, one of the men speaks up. 

“Should we really let her in-”  

Joel isn’t having it. “She stays with me and I’m not gonna tell you again.” From what you’ve seen so far, this feels like a generous warning. The man goes quiet. 

Joel wraps a big arm around you and wrangles you inside with your feet occasionally dragging on the gravel.  He doesn’t bother trying to hide his arousal.  He’s like an animal - his virility and ample size are part of his display of dominance.  

-

At the stash house, there are some men who weren't on the raid that day.  Joel forces you into a room that has some old, tattered furniture, contraband and stolen goods strewn about, and a few dirty cots.  Men are milling around talking to each other.  A few faces you haven’t seen before are sitting on the forlorn couch and chairs.  They turn and stare at you like a piece of meat. 

“Nice souvenir,” one of them says and they all stand up. They’re like sharks in the water and you’re chum. Joel’s nostrils flare as the one who spoke approaches. 

He shoves you onto a cot and says “stay put, sweet pea,”  then gets between you and the men and decks the cheeky one in the face, sending him stumbling.  Joel picks him up and holds his shirt while he punches him again then lets him fall to the ground and beats him until his face is bloody. 

“Don’t even think about touchin’ her.” 

You sit on the cot watching, still turned on from the ride.  Joel starts walking back to you, unbuckling his belt, chest rising and falling with rage.   He wraps a strong arm around you and grabs you by the waistband,  manhandling you onto your stomach.  Then he rips your pants down.  

He slides his fingers against your dripping seam and inhales sharply.  “I’m comin, sweet pea hold on” The swollen tip of his cock notches at your entrance, then he slams into you and your mouth falls open with the stretch of his girth.  He backs up half way, then pulls you back on his cock as he plunges further into you and bottoms out with a grunt. 

The men watch, and you try not to look at them, terrified of what Joel might do to you.  You focus your eyes on the haunted stains beneath you.  Joel's massive hand holds onto the edge of the dirty mattress for leverage, another hand on your shoulder as he rails you for the third time today, harder than ever.  Each time he buries his cruel length inside you, the knot in your core tenses more.  

He grabs you by the back of your neck and manhandles you up on your knees, your back arching.He pulls your shirt and bra up over your tits.  “Close your eyes, baby.” You pinch your lids shut and he angles you just slightly toward the men. 

“Fellas, take a good look ‘cause it's your last." 

He gropes your breasts as he brutally pummels you from the back harder, faster, grunting and breathing heavily as his thick cock pistons into you.  One of his hands comes to your clit, then he flattens that hand against you for leverage as he holds his other arm across your breasts.  He slams into you with more power and speed than you could have imagined and his breath becomes ragged. He tightens his grip with both arms, bringing you as close as possible so his power doesn't send you flying.

With a long shudder, he begins to erupt inside you. He slows his pace but plunges into you just as hard, grunting with each pulse.   The pulsation of his cock and the sound of his pleasure sends you over the edge and you fail to suppress a moan.  Your face gets hot with shame, but your climax doesn't stop.  You clench around his hard cock as he fills you with his seed, and these terrible men watch it all.

You catch your breath. He inhales your neck and his hands gently rove your breasts and abdomen as you briefly recover.  He kisses your neck with his mouth closed and whispers, "you did great, baby." 

He fixes your clothes and his, then addresses the men again. "Don't even look in her direction. Understand?"

They murmur their agreement then cower away and Joel lets you rest on the dirty mattress facing away from everyone while they unload their new spoils. 

-

Next: shooting practice drabble; Raider 4: Failed Escape

Thank you for reading and engaging!! Y'all are the best. Also, a couple of other raider Joel requests have def been consistent with where I see it going, it's just that idk if we're there yet so hang tight 😉.

All Joel: @ethanhoewke @silkiers @eiviea @evyiione

[omg-puddingpie]

It's been about a minute since I've drawn some of my characters and Gren and felt like doodling them up and in anime style too. Will also be including some small details too.

Lyla & Grendel met when they were kids briefly some time ago. Years passed before their worlds would collide. They wouldn't be an official couple until centuries later. There is a prophecy attached to the pair, claiming they'd be the saving grace among the world and beyond, bringing an ancient evil to its knees & make giants fall.

Lyla is half witch and half werewolf. Her father is the descendent of Fenrir and her mother is the daughter of Satan himself and a woman who sold her soul to obtain powers and control.

Next is Bradley Mann (one with the mohawk) He's 850 years old, is half Vampire on mom's side and Satyr on his father's side. Brad is pansexual. He's been friends with both Lyla and Gren since the early 1300s; the duo met Brad when he was set to be hung for petty crimes but was saved by Lyla. The trio began a small 'bounty hunting' gig, developed by the Church, in hopes of keeping peace among all living beings.

Next is Clyde, 'Pinky', the son of Dracula. He's half Vampire and half human. His mother passed during child birth and was raised alone by Dracula. He's 900 years old. Clyde is a soft spoken and a kind hearted person. He came across Lyla and the others when they were traveling through Europe on a job. During the 1950s and 60s, Clyde lived in a van and along the beach. He's a talented artist and enjoys playing guitar. He's straight.

Bruce (one in the beanie) is half Centaur on his father's side and vampire on mom's side. His mom had a one night stand before her wedding night; the man she was set to marry understood and raised Bruce as his own. Bruce use to be in the mafia and was known as the 'Silent plague.' Bruce crossed paths with Clyde when he was traveling in the mountains of Italy and the pair eventually collided with the others and worked beside them. He's a talented opera singer, great with weapons but is painfully shy. Bruce is bisexual. He's almost 1,000 years old.

Last is Tyson 'Dice', the half brother of Lyla. He was conceived before meeting her current husband; it was a night of passion with a vagabond Vampire and she's never seen the man since. Dice is half witch and half Vampire and is quite powerful like his mother. He's very close to Lyla and is protective of his sister. He's the current owner of 4 leaf clover, a tattoo parlor opened up by himself, Brad, Clyde and Bruce. He's homosexual. Dice is 950years old.

"A lone wolf and one with a broken heart will come as one to stop a power thought to be gone. They'd be followed by a wild fire, the roar of a Lion, the call of a single Raven & the blowing wind of a lost soul."

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Dag 13: van. Soustron naar san sebastian. Kleine 30 km langs fietspaden tot in Bayonne, eerste heuvels. Lekkere lasagna gegeten, terwijl we de elektrische busjes konden bewonderen. Voordien onderweg nog eens de fiets laten checken in Joe Bike shop. Dan het zwaardere werk, rand van de baskische pyreneeen, op en af, 850 hoogtemeters met stukken als de patersberg. Niet afstappen was het moto. In San Sebastian nog wat klimmen tot moeilijk vindbaar hotel. En zoals elke dag lekker diner in beste restaurant..4 gangen met apero, wijn en koffie voor welgetekd 74€ voor 2 personen. Morgen laatste dag, korte rit naar huisje dat we gehuurd hebben, maar wel 1309 hoogtemeters.

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