#crime family

[reality-detective]

💥 NCSWIC 🔥 The Warmongering Crime Syndicate 🤔

[liberalsarecool]

Indefensible. Epitome of corruption.

[iviin-855]

[samepictureofsnufkin]

Have you considered filling Moominvalley with peace? Lawfulness perhaps

NEVER

Filling Moominvalley with crime and the gay agenda is my goal in life

[ridenwithbiden]

[kingpins-and-revolutions]

I will fistfight God himself to defend their (father/daughter) relationship

That is the face of grief and loss. I will never get over how he truly thought he lost her right then.

He just looks so... lost. I don't think we've seen this level of open vulnerability since she tackled him in Ep3

The rage hasn't even set in yet, nor the determination when he picks her up. The 'you hurt her, so I'm going to be the one to help her' of it all. That isn't even there yet.

It's just... pain. Pure, parental anguish. His own threat turned around to bite him.

Could you imagine? Being separated from your daughter?

Don't touch me I'm not okay. I'll never be okay about them.

I miss them both so much.

[hairmetal666]

He and Robin—they’re made of the same stuff, one soul for two, he won’t be anything without her for the rest of his life. He didn’t believe in shit like this, not before, but now he has Robin, a girl who came crashing into his life, will never leave. And more than that, Hopper, El? Even if he can’t stay here forever, he thinks he’s family.

He and Robin walk El to school every morning. They go home, eat Pop-Tarts, Robin does her online classes. She’s a year younger than Steve, sophomore where he should be a junior. Once she’s out of class, they watch TV or run around the city.

Steve can’t believe how lucky he is.

Chapter 6 of Forever is the Sweetest Con now posted!

[carnivorousyandeere]

Hell in a Hand-Basket (Ian and Drew Bardot)

( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )

CW: smut, intention to cheat (on Darling’s part 😳🫢), surprise threesome (so… probably dubcon?), making out, penetration, teasing, orgasm delay, unprofessional relationships (you’re a maid, cook, or nanny in their house)

Other Info: bottom reader, gender-neutral reader

Excitement and guilt curl in your gut as your boss cages you in against the wall, leaning in for a kiss. It’s messy and desperate and perfect, like he’s been waiting for this— for you— forever. And maybe he has waited a long time… he had to wait for his wife and kids to all be out of the house, after all. The kids are out on the town with their grandparents for the day, probably buying shitloads of candy as you speak, or watching the boats come in and out at the dock. And Mrs. Bardot is at work— though you hurriedly push the thought of her away, before it ruins the mood you’re setting with her husband.

Your thoughts blur out as his tongue swipes against your lip, feeling him smile against you when you let him in. Mr. Bardot’s hands wander up to cup your face, thumbs swiping gently over your cheeks. By the time he pulls away you’re gasping for air.

“W-wait, Mr.—“ you try to ask him something, but can’t quite get your thoughts together when he moves to your neck, kissing the skin there.

“Please, just call me Ian,” he breathes against your skin, nipping at the spot when you shiver and nod in response.

“Please, Ian,” you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging, hoping he’ll go faster. Mrs. Bardot will come home at some point, and you don’t want to get caught… but Ian seems determined to take his sweet time, letting his hands roam over you slowly and thoroughly.

Your resistance to the slower pace fades with the pleasure humming through your nerves with every firm, romantic touch. Ian undresses you, and opens you up for him steadily, praising you for how well you’re taking it.

Ian ends up sitting on the edge of the bed, letting you sit with your back to him in front of the door to the room. A mirror attached to the back of the door shows you every detail of what he’s doing to you.

Ian lifts you up, and eases you onto his cock, spreading your legs around his. One hand travels to your throat, and one travels down to your throbbing core, where you need him most. Ian’s slow, teasing pace continues, even as you begin to squirm and beg for more.

He keeps teasing you and teasing you, over and over, until— you hear Mrs. Bardot’s voice outside of the room. You freeze, in panic, hand squeezing Ian’s arm, but he seems unaware or unaffected that the both of you are about to be caught.

Drew opens the door, phone in hand and expression dark, and stares, before hanging up the phone and slamming the door shut behind her.

Ian grins against your neck, cock twitching inside you and one hand roaming up to tweak your nipple. You choke on your gasp, intimidated by Drew’s presence, sure she’s going to slap you, or worse— so you shut your eyes tight.

You can feel Drew stop in front of you, and you brace for impact, but then… she leans over your shoulder. You hear a wet sound, and a muffled whimper from Ian. You look up to see her hand tangled in the hair at the back of his neck, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. He twitches inside of you again, and you can’t help but squirm at the feeling.

Drew breaks from the kiss to look down at you, eyes still heavy and dark, “Explain.”

Ian answers for the both of you, breathless from the kiss, “You’ve had a long week at work. Figured you’d like a nice surprise.”

He leans back a little and pulls you with him, hands tightening around you to show you off to her. You turn your head against his chest, mind spinning and embarrassed beyond belief. Your eyes flit nervously toward Drew when she remains quiet— maybe she’s mad after all? But when you dare to look at her, Drew is only looking at you thoughtfully— hungrily. Finally Drew pulls herself up, and sighs. She walks to the adjoining bathroom, waving a hand as she does. “Don’t stop on my account, then— I’ll wash up and be right back.”

The door clicks shut behind her and Ian grins again, leaning in to press a kiss to your ear. His hand moves back down, playing with you some more. You squirm and jerk against him, mind spinning.

“What’s got you so nervous, hm? You thought Drew didn’t know, and you were still going to sleep with me? You naughty, naughty little thing.”

[the-andromeda-effect]

25

Chapter 24

Sometimes the worst prisons are in our own minds....

Caliban set his coffee cup down on the nightstand, and picked up his phone.  He had an idea that might help Adira to relax and feel more comfortable.  Scanning his thumb to unlock it, he turned his head to look over at his wife.  His. Wife.  He was coming to like the sound of it, even though right now it was just in his mind, more and more.  “How about we call your family to let them know that you’re really not dead?  I bet they’re devastated at what happened.  Hearing from you might help them feel better.”

Coffee spilled onto the nightstand as Adira’s cup clattered down hard.  Her breath was coming hard and fast, her heart trying to escape her ribcage as she all but launched herself across the bed to grab and throw Caliban’s phone across the room, where it hit the door with a loud thud.  “NO!”  She grabbed his shoulders and looked in his eyes, barely holding onto control of herself.  “NO!  You can’t. They can’t know.  They can’t ever know.  You can’t tell them, ever.  Promise.  Promise you’ll never say a word, not even a hint, especially to my father.  I’m dead.  I have to be dead.  Always dead.  DEAD.  Do you hear me?  Promise me!  Promise me, Caliban!  I’m dead!”  

Adira’s eyes were wild, she was hyperventilating, and tears were streaming down her face. Just the thought of her family, especially her father, finding out that she was alive sent her into the icy grips of terror and panic.  Memories assailed her as she warred with the urge to get up and flee from the room, no thought to where she would go, or what that would accomplish.

Even though they were sitting in the middle of a king size bed, Adira most resembled a frightened animal that had been backed into a corner by a lethal predator.  Why?  That, Caliban did not know, but her grip on his shoulders was so tight that he was quite sure that her short nails were drawing blood.  The woman who had been ready to die rather than go with him in the basement was no in such a frenetic state he wasn’t sure what the best way to handle her was.

In shock, Caliban continued for a moment to simply stare into her eyes, her pupils blown wide in terror as he tried to figure out how to react without making things worse.  This was a reaction that he had not in any way anticipated.  Trying to help her feel more relaxed had backfired in the most spectacular way imaginable.  Day three of a married man, and so far this one was going as sideways as the previous ones, three for three.  At some point they had to start getting better.  He really did want her to calm down, lest one of her guards or Theron decide to sedate him and whisk her off somewhere.

Gently he took hold of her arms finally, his hands running gently over them to try and calm her.  His eyes kept on hers while he breathed deep and calm in hopes she would match him.  “Adira, my love, calm down.  Breathe with me, darling.”  He kept his voice quiet and soft.  He took deep breaths with her to try and help her calm, gently pulling her towards him so he could hold her until she was calm enough for him to find out more.  Thankfully her grip on his shoulders lessened and she started to let him guide her and come out of her blind panic.

Before he could say more, both Lars and Marcin threw open the door to the room and were in the doorway looking confused and concerned.  “Hey, uh, boss, uh, and, uh, Adira.” Lars started, then paused as he looked around the room for whatever threat had caused the commotion they’d heard from below, “we, uh, heard something hit the door, then it sounded like Adira yelling or screaming.  Is, uh, everything okay up here?”  His eyes were studying the scene before him, and he wasn’t sure what was going on, but he could tell Adira was terrified, and Caliban looked utterly confused.  This wasn’t good. What had happened?

“Adira was just about to tell me why we are never going to let her family know she is alive.  Weren’t you, sweetheart?”  Gently Caliban maneuvered her to be sitting next to him with his arm around her, pulling close against him. His free hand took one of hers, the thumb softly caressing the back of her hand.  “I made a bad suggestion, and what you heard was the response.  Unfortunately, I still have quite a bit to learn about my new bride.”  He clarified without taking his eyes off Adira who was trembling and now had a death grip on his hand with both of hers.

All she could do was nod and swallow, clinging to Caliban like he was her tie to life and sanity. “I’m sorry…”  It came out not much louder than a whisper, and Adira felt her husband pull her tighter against him and murmur some kind of reassurance.  All she could really hear though was the rushing of blood in her own ears.  The thought of her father finding out she was alive, and where she was, had so terrified her that she was having trouble calming back down from it.  The feel of Caliban’s lips against her temple caused her eyes to close and a couple of deep breaths to fill her lungs, she could do this. 

“My father knows what life was like for me,” finally she stuttered out then paused, taking several more deep breaths, “I tried to run away once, to go home.  When he found me, he beat me even more than…Mir…Mircea..and drug me back still bleeding.”  Adira’s whole body shook as she started to cry.  Memories assailed her as she began to recount all the times that her father had added onto whatever “punishment” that Mircea had thought she had earned.  Then there were the times that her father felt disrespected and took his anger out on her.  Or the times that he thought he saw her do something that disrespected Mircea, but Mircea wasn’t around or didn’t see, so her father took it out on her.  If it hadn’t been for Caliban’s strong hold on her, the way he would run his hand over her arm or thumb over the back of her hand, and the soft kisses on her temple when she stumbled over words, she wasn’t sure she would have had the strength to keep going.  Knowing he was there supporting her somehow gave her the strength to face the nightmares of her past.

The whole time Adira was talking, the three men said nothing.  Caliban was trying to reassure and comfort her, while also trying to digest everything she was recounting to them.  It was painful to listen to all she had endured, so he could only imagine how hard it was for her to relive.  His mind was having a difficult time comprehending how a parent could inflict such abuse on their child, let alone condone what Mircea had done and add further to it.  He knew she wasn’t lying, but he was still struggling.  The one thing he kept focused on was making sure that she felt supported and cared for.  There was no missing how hard it was for her to talk, and he didn’t mind being her rock to lean on for it.

More than once Lars and Marcin looked at each other as they listened.  Both men had worked for Caliban for some time and had carried out operations for him.  They might have inflicted the type of abuse that Adira was recounting upon men, but never women.  They knew few in their sphere of influence who would, even if the woman had done something to cause them great harm in one way or another.  Even death was brought more swiftly and painlessly to women.  It was the way that things had always been done, so to hear her speak of her father backing Mircea and being just as brutal, it was uncharted territory for both of them.  While Caliban currently just looked stunned, they had a feeling that when he had properly digested all she was saying that he would have much to say on this, and probably some actions that he desired to take.

When she had finished, the three men looked at each other, matching expressions of rage burned in their eyes, but they remained silent.  Caliban was the first one to speak.  His calm voice belied how enraged he was at all he had heard.  Now was not the time for that, that would come later.  “Lars, would you please get Adira some water?  Also, bring me the first aid kit from the supply room off of the kitchen?   I need to rewrap her hand.  Then, if you gentleman will please leave us, I think my wife needs some peace to fully calm back after the upset that I caused her.”

Lars nodded then headed towards the stairs to get what Caliban asked for.  Marcin stepped into the room to grab Caliban’s phone that was on the floor, and place it on the dresser, then mirrored Lars’ movements.  Neither man particularly wanted to remain, they had no idea what to say or how to respond without it being awkward.  Best to leave things to Caliban until it was needed that they do otherwise.

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[blacksapphicguide]

Heart Shot (short film)

2022 short film. Available on Netflix. Action, romance.

Plot points:

Crime family

Teenage romance

Interracial sapphic couple (main)

Black sapphic characters:

Sam (Samantha) (Nia Sondaya)

Connections:

Sam x Nikki (interracial sapphic)

Sex & Nudity - Very Mild

Kissing

Teen couple sleeping half-naked together in bed

Violence & Gore - Moderate

Use of guns (murder and defense)

Use of knives

Blood seen

Profanity - None

Alcohol, Drugs & Smoking - None

Frightening & Intense Scenes - Moderate

Use of a glass bottle in possible self-defense

Fighting using knives

Persistent hyperventilating heard

Hostage situation

[reality-detective]

The dam has cracks, soon it will crumble and no one can stop it. 🤔

[liberalsarecool]

Are you starting to imagine how many horrible white men are treated as 'better than' even though they are rapists, fraudsters, cheaters, and adulterers like Trump?

Are you staring to see how the white superiority myth is so entwined in our 'meritocracy'?

The misogyny. The racism. The white supremacy.

A big part of MAGA/GOP knows Trump will lose all his court cases and owe billions. The fear of losing the white bully racist strongman will just trigger all the 'Biden is the real criminal' coping exercises, and Trump is forgiven.

Trump is a liability. He was a private sector failure who thought he could go public life and survive. His six bankruptcies in the private sector were a warning. His three marriages. A warning. His Russian connections were a warning.

We had 30 years of warnings. MAGA is pretending they couldn't foresee these legal problems.

End result? Republicans will die. The new party is just thieves and conman auditioning for Putin.

[taming-bats]

More Crime Family AU

Thinking about the Mask Family and their masks. It's not just a difference of color it's of design too!!

Bruce - classic Black Mask looks of the skull. I stole the Black Mask title/look because Black Mask has a no-nonsense way about Gotham that I thought was perfect for this au. RIP the little bat ears I want them back.

Alfred - has a mimic "back up" Mask that hasn't been used in years now. He used it if Bruce ever needed a rescue (you know in the 2004 cartoon on the several times Batman got BEAT DOWN and Alfred had to pick him up in the car? Like that!) It's easy to spot the "second Mask" it's softer around the edges and had a grayish wear to it. It probably was a prototype of the mask that found use.

Dick - Bruce gave Dick the opportunity to make his mask- symbolism of the work and grit they put into their second life, yknow? Dick still is attached to the "Robin" nickname his mother gave him, because even if they are avenged, the fight that their deaths started for him continues. Dick's mask is very bird-coded because of this. the design has changed through he years as Dick truly settles in his place next to Bruce, but the current iteration is a sleek design of a raptor. a hooked beak that casts sharp shadows. wide eyes that come to a point, outlines that would be pretty if not so fatal should they spot you.

Jason - Classic Red Hood style. As Jason proved himself a fighter at an early age, they thought it best to hide any and all features when he became a Mask. Sleek, all encompassing. (So much of this au just me taking what canon Red Hood did and went: I think he's right actually. I'm gonna do that)

Tim - The only Mask that shows part of his face. In a twist of the canon robin mask, yellow material branches across the upper half of his face and covers his eyes- so much so that it looks like he might not even have them. I imagine they have these really dramatic swoops/points off to the sides that are so sharp for no reason. Almost like an bird... wonder where he got that inspo... Regardless, I think its important that Tim's mask represents the change in the Mask family that Tim himself symbolizes. The New Age they enter once Jason comes back home.

Damian - My main inspo is the Blue Spirit from Avatar (or xiao from genshin i GUESS. but i got beef w that game). He's still the Heir to the Demon and he absolutely shows the pride in that in the making of his Mask. It is all fangs and teeth and horns. Rumor on the street is that somehow Black Mask actually and legitimately summoned a demon to do his bidding. It's all speculative though. No one has seen said demon and lived.

[iviin-855]

"don't worry, it only records at night" it's night you idiot!

[samepictureofsnufkin]

Let's fill moominvalley with characters!

Which characters from other shows do you guys think would be like “Yeah!! Let’s go fill Moominvalley with crime! Come on!!” ?

[starryknight-dragonarts]

Once they were Brothers. Two sons of a powerful Crime Lord who had adopted Ninja Tactics into their organizations culture: Stealth, Survival, and Loyalty to the Clan above all else.

Keep their movements in the dark as black as night and so mysterious they become like myths. Choose Strategy and Misdirection rather than a direct approach so nothing can be tied back to the family.If all else fails, the Family's survival is more important than the individual and one must be willing to do whatever is necessary for the Clan, even if it costs their own life. Be smart and don't let it come to that.

Kecleon is the more traditional brother. He cared about the history and traditions of historic Ninja clans and wanted to embrace more of these traditional skills and teachings as well as spirituality

Crobat is the more ambitious brother. He still uses the Ninja Tactics and aesthetics but only as far as they are useful to the gang, and cares more about the results than the practices themselves. He believes the world has changed from how Ninjas operated in the past and so their practices need to change.

During a mission Kecleon was injured and abandoned. Their father believing his son had died stepped down from head of the Organization and passed it over to Crobat, but Kecleon was not dead. He suffered amnesia and came to believe he was actually a historical Ninja slowly trying to piece together who he was and what had happened to him. He then discovered a criminal gang using the imagery of the Ninja and the horrible actions they had committed, so he dedicated himself to stop them unaware they were his own mislead clan!

His brother discovering Kecleon had attacked their clan believed he had turned traitor and wants to usurp him for claiming the role as head of the clan while he was missing.