#devang

[ghostlyrps]

They seemed to realize Devang didn't have anymore to say, so decided to move on as well.

Sometimes there were no words, and that was alright.

"Oh yeah it is. I'm a lot better at fighting now than I was five years ago." Ghost agreed. "Not something I often like to do, but pain is a good teacher, unfortunately. I've got a good number of scars from the last two years- that's when I've been getting into the most fights. Still got a few from before that, though."

They still needed to show those to Lucifer. Maybe they'd invite him over one day and show him.

"I try." About 'enjoyment'. Though it was typically unpredictable. Things like that were day-to-day.

"It's useful. Good as a discipline and as a way to protect yourself or those around you. But there's a point where it's..." She ran out of words on the topic and shrugged her shoulders, not really looking at much of anything too directly. Middle-range stare that picked up on things like reflections and shadows and movement, but not a lot else.

"School of hard knocks is a pretty good teacher." She moved along with the conversation instead of trying to figure out what she'd been trying to express.

[penanceisthecure]

@disasterghaster

Falcata hadn't actually been aiming for rifting their way directly inside the building, and certainly hadn't meant to enter from a 45 degree angle above the floor, dropping from a few feet to thud flat on the floor like a sack of potatoes. Any other day and they would have caught themself, or at least sprung to their feet within moments, but today every movement felt like an ordeal. Ribs probably re-broken after all this, and that made it hard to breathe right; they were sucking short shallow breaths that barely felt like enough air.

The pain of their ribs completely dulled in comparison to the pain from their left hand though; freshly missing the pinkie and ring finger, they had it held close to their chest and dripping blood absolutely everywhere. Thankfully there are no major arteries in fingers, so the bleeding was already slowing, but one doesn't simply chill when you've had some fingers sliced off.

Falcata slowly dragged themself to their feet from where they'd landed, sword in trembling hand, and glanced back at the rift they'd opened. Didn't have the energy to close it. Everyone can just fucking deal with it until it fades away. Or maybe Vox can close it. Maybe they'll shoot Fal for trespassing in some random floor of the tower and tearing a rift into it and bleeding on the floor. Fine. Whatever.

Falcata sheathed their sword and stumbled their way to the nearest person they could find, obsidian-scaled tail dragging on the ground behind them, and grabbed the person by the shoulder. Falcata's voice came out raspy and quiet. Throat was bruised to shit. "I'm looking for...guy...this tall...dark hair..."

Couldn't imagine Lucifer went by Lucifer here; this hell already has a pretty fucking prominent Lucifer. Just going to do a shit job describing him instead. It was either that or go to Valentino, and Fal didn't really think they'd gotten to fix my severed fingers levels of rapport with Valentino. They had even less rapport with Lucifer, arguably, but Lucifer for sure knew how to get Fal home, and that was the best they could think to do in their current state. Just get home. Envy can fix this.

[burningfeathersx]

@voxtekoverlord [ cont. x ]

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"Shhhure." Might at least narrow her heightened sense of hearing down to the room instead of adjoining rooms in radius from her poor head. "Des drugser li'l toooo good." Told him after a beat of half-formed thought. Grunting as she tried to shift in her bindings to get more comfortable. Lit her torso up with pain, but we've been over her unwillingness to make noises about it.

Lucifer, concluding his impromptu visit with Vito, appeared in his apartment before long. Changing into some jeans and a shirt that fit him better before he went about other business. Eventually finding his phone.

He took the time to send a couple of irritated texts back to Envy which would likely alert Vox to Lucifer's return.

[fashionablyenigmatic]

"I assure you, he doesn't, It is I with game." He chuckled, recalling his first encounter with Stan who had initially intended to eat Alphonse but was disarmed by his charm and the knife at his throat. "He might agree if questioned about it. Are you hungry by any chance? There's a delightful bistro just east of here. I find friendships form more quickly on a full stomach."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Devang," he replied, offering a comfortable and warm handshake. "Your assessment of my husband is fair. Developing personal relationships with him takes time, but in my opinion, they're worth it. I know I might seem out of place among the company he keeps, but we bring each other comfort, and ultimately, that's all you can ask for in a partner—respect and comfort."

[daddymothxxx]

Aren't you the person who made him give you his soul? How is that not taking advantage?

"And? No, really. AND? I haven't ate it and I ain't abusing his ability to make his own choices. Most I MIGHT do is tell him to stay away if I got to knock off Alabastard's block. Which??? What am I doing? The equivalent of asking him not to impale himself on a sword? Big whoop. And then the Deal dissolves when it's over. You get pissed when your mother tells you not to stick a fork in a light socket? Be so fucking for real right now."

...

"No, this is motherless behavior. You wouldn't even know what that's like. My bad."

[clemencetaught]

round and round ( @devangelis bc i must always have at least one thing to gib lynnie jfskldjf )

"So you made it to the other side." It's an observation rather than a congratulations. She probably gets more than enough of those from the Capitol anyways. "...I had a feeling you would end up the victor."

[violeteyedkiller]

SHAKING STAN WHO HAS SET RELATIONSHIPS WITH PEOPLE WHO HAVE TORTURED HIM IN THE PAST

this man has no basis for rational thought

[mythvoiced]

@devangelis | ♥

"Kang Ae-ri is the only designer who doesn't make me want to get on the news for different reasons than my spectacular reputation. And what do you do?"

[actualtirefire]

Cougar is the nickname of a Ares Corporation General named Dahon Pampalasa. A native Dekronian with a cougar aspect (also known as a puma or a mountain lion). He's from the Island Nation that threw into the Corporation to help his family financially back home.

His on the shorter side, but compact and powerful of stature. Skin is a dark medium tone and his hair naturally blonde, but he dies it a neon color when it suits him. Last Roka saw him, bright green.

Roka has had a long line of abusers while in the trapped in slavery trafficking, however Cougar was her first while she was a 'freeperson'.

Cougar is a Native with the all too common sentiment that 'mutts' who result from native and non-native relationships are always less deserving of rights than those who aren't. Even going so far as to quietly disdain non-natives no matter the circumstance, feeling that they are invaders taking resources from the original occupants of their world.

Ares Corp does hire without discrimination practices, however, it's not often mixed status people do a lot more than earn a paycheck--sensing a glass wall beyond a certain rank level and not wanting to attract the attention of people like Cougar.

Roka was more...ambitious and eager to test her mettle and fight a system that wanted to crush her. This did not set well with Cougar.

This made Roka became a prime target almost immediately for him to fuck around with. At first it was a kind of power-play bullying. Exerting his influence to harass her in an attempt to scare her off or push her back down into the place he thought she aught to me. That didn't work. Too much endurance and stubborness.

So he turned it physical and finally sexual and physical. Roka did not really understand what her options were to protect herself. Too much earlier trauma made her fall into the idea that she did deserve the treatment for being what she was, that she couldn't go to anyone for help or disciplinary action (as this was obviously not much of an option as a slave-person), and for the fight she put up at first--he was, at that time, able to overpower her physically. And fighting was delegated to 'futile'.

Much to her current shame on that matter, she endured it as a matter of course on her way to continuing to further her career. Convinced if she didn't or said anything to anyone; then Cougar's word against hers--she'd lose everything.

It's wasn't until she met and befriended another higher up in her progression into espionage (and away from ground level battle field engagement) that she found someone to talk to. Maximus eventually sensed something was amiss and did NOT hold the sentiments Cougar did. He eventually, while befriending Roka, got her to open up about what was happening and her fears if she fought back.

It was Max that pointed out to her, slowly and carefully over time, that she did not in fact deserve what Cougar was doing and that she could in fact seek help from the appropriate disciplinary channels in the Corp. That what Cougar was doing was not acceptable. At some point she started to properly digest that and working herself up to do something. Max offered to back her decision if she came forward about the abuse.

Roka intended to go through with it and had regained a spark of herself she wanted to fight for. Something clicking back into place that she wasn't helpless, she wasn't weak, and she was free. She didn't have to keep letting him do what he wanted.

She ran into Cougar first and she ended up confronting him as he attempted to do what he always did, push her around with intention to corner and hurt her in someway. She went off, as she does now, like a loose cannon which started a fight.

Not an uncommon thing and so they exchanged blows on one of the higher floors of the headquarters building in Helios without any interference. No one really knowing what was at the center of the fight. Probably a money debt or some other mundane thing.

She started winning and she started realizing she wasn't actually weaker than him, not anymore. The problem ended up being the location they were duking out in. And the large wall-windows they were near.

Cougar absolutely sensing he wasn't succeeding in his usual method of beating the tar and obedience out of her kicked her out the window.

It's a very long drop and the glass followed. It was Dekronian durability and incredible luck she didn't die on impact or impalement.

It's after this event a ten year magi-medical healing coma, five years in cognitive/physical therapy, another six years reassigned to multi-dimensional agent life with the Corp, and one facial scar later that she comes along to Terran Earth and becomes who she is today.

[dinosaurgreasestain]

Well here we are again/It's always such a pleasure/Remember when you tried to kill me twice?

Oh how we laughed and laughed/Except I wasn't laughing/Under the circumstances/I've been shockingly nice

[disasterghaster-moved]

@cdwalker @mr-pulvis @limlnal @kaengeru

[disasterghaster]

You gonna let them get away with it?

̝̯̙̼͚͈͇̩̮̗́͛ͦ̉ͤ̈́̌̑̑ͪ̆̎̈́͑̒ͦ̋̕͞ ͦ͊̽͆ͬ̈́͗̑́ͭͤͦ҉̴̬͚͈̩̼̪̬̘̫̖̘̝̖́ͅ ̢͕̠̲̭̫̬̪̦̂͋ͤ̉ͩ̎̄͊̾ͩ̆̅͝ ̵͕͉͇̗̂ͦͪ̂ͪ̀͝ ͧ̌̑̔̍ͦ͏͏͓͕̺͖͔̞̞̪͍͚͍̩ ̅̀͐̋̏͆̊ͭ҉̫̭͔̙̹̀ ̷͛̓̎ͩ͑͐̓̋̑ͫͪ̑ͬͩ҉҉҉̣̯̗͍̣̗̪̞̹̞̙̪̗̤̰̱̱͖ ͛̀̈́̽͋ͧ̾͐͜͏̯͚͉̬̥̬̲ ̷̵̵̨̠̱̥̮̥̮̠̩͎͙̱͍̮͈͚͎̭̱̬ͯ̇ͭ̊ͨ̓ͬ̉ ͉̣̻̭̗̟̤̥̓̃ͫ͆̒̈̈͛̿́͘͜͞ ̷̣͚̟̪̪̭̪̩̪̦̪̫͉̻̈͗ͧ͌̄̐̂̃̀̕ ̷̵̨͇̻̞̘̦̲͈̲̣̱͓̜͔̦̯̫̺͐͊̿͌̄͌͑́̀͢ ̶̛̱͓͖͓͎̟̙͚̥̻̜̬̹̩̮̩̟͈͂̑ͮͬͮ̇͛ͯ̂̅͒͘͠ ̛͔̩̩͔̳͈̭̪̰̦̱ͮ̆̾́̚ ͐ͧ͐͌ͧͭ̂̇̃͆̇̉ͣ̓҉̵̧̛̜̲̩̪̬̞̞̞̙̜̰̟̠̥͓͍̞͡ͅ ̷̡̟̼͎̩͋̉͐̄ͦ̀̊ͥͤ̔̓ͤ̇̑͑ͣͯ͆̚ ̶̛̭͎͔̞̼̩͈̫̰̱͖̬̟̤̲͍͇̐ͩ̑��͌̋ͦ̎̐ͩ͑̈́̎̌ͤ͟͡ ̸̧̻̣̭̭̹̼̬̫ͥ̀ͨ̉ͣ̓̒̓̚̕͜ ̨͑̐͗̇̎̐̒̉̃̂͠҉̞̻̮̣̗̺͉̼͙͖͕̰̖ ̵̉ͧ̐̄ͥ̏̀̓͏̩̱͈͖͚̜̺̦͍͈͚̞͓̻̥͈̟ͅ ̷̨̡̙͎̯̝̯͚̳̮͔̂ͮ̋ͭ̊̇ͣͥ͆̈ͤ͆̒͛̍ ̶̵͌ͬ͆̍̅͂̕҉̨̳̦͓̱̞̻͇̹̤ ́͋͑ͫ̊͆͋ͩ̋ͫ̅ͥ̃͊̈̈́̑̚̚͏͔͍̗̮̦͔͉̠̦͓͖̖̀͘ ̛̯͖̻̙̀̄̆͌̽̌̌̊̚͝͞ͅ ̶͉͔̖̗̼̲̹͎̙̅ͧ̆̽̃͋́ͮͥ̓̾̑̎ͬ̽̾̔̐́͠͡ ̛̹̭͕̹̭̘̬͑͛ͨ̔ͧ̅͑̃ͤͩ̅͢͡ ̵̢̖̮̹͙̜̹̝̣̼̲͎̰̣̲̦̹͍͑̒ͯͨ̀ͮ ̶̶̢͖̞̳̬̅ͫ͆̊ͪ͐͢ ̯͎̩̣̗̖̋̀ͤ̾͗̅ͥͥ̍̍̆ͩ̃̀ͪ͠͝ ̶̢̝̹̯̆͛ͭ̿ͭͭͬͬͫ̔̔ͅ ̀̀ͨͪ҉̡̡̮͙̜̩̹̣̬̯͙͎̺̹ ̆͊̿̓͆̆ͫ̅ͨ̅͂̂̆͂̌͌ͥͣ͡҉̵͍̳̦͙̘͓̖̘ ̫̼͕̫̬͈̥̜̦̮͇̹͙͔̬̘̥͓ͫ̓̒̈́̋̓ͣͯͤ̑͂̈́͒ͥ̀̃̊̀͟ͅ ̌̆͑ͥ̾̃ͨ͏̶̢͙͚̦̲̗͕̩͎͈̫͇͎̯̮ ̢͙̘̼̙̣͓̪̟̳̞͕̟̋̐̔͂̋̉̇͒ͣͩ̂̓̽̉͂̍̀ ̶̢͓̖̦͍͎̜̫̭̝̝̲̜͊ͨͥ̔͆ͬ̃͢ͅ ̵̜̘̟̪̻̮͓̳̙̺͇̮̹͈̪̤͉̜͑̿̽ͧ͌̎̍͐́̅͐͊́͜ͅ ̧̛̘̞͎͕̤̗̤̥̻͍̞̲̱̖̰̩̖̠̲̈̂͐ͨͩ̊͑ͬ͒ͦ͑̓ͭ̋ͭ͋͘ ̡͔̰̺̫̟̳̙͙͍͉̝̜̺̱̠͍̱͇̗̈́ͬ̈́ͪ̉̆ͯ̃̃ͣ̌͊ͧ̍̌̑̿́͜͝ ͣ̂͛̽̃͆ͬ̑ͬ̃͏̵͟҉̺̩̻ ̶͍̺̲̦͓̙̼̈̑ͨ̈́̾́̓̌ͭ͌̋̌ͣ̓ͤ͆ͫ͝ ̸̸̢͖̥͓̟̦͉͍̈ͬ̇́̆ͯ̾͗͛͊̔ͭ̿̓̐̀̉̿̀̚͡ ̨̗̥͍͉̮̾ͮ̅̄̈́ͫͭ͐ͤͥͫ̐ͫ́͌ͩ̀̕ ̴̛͔̰̙̰͇͙̳̣̔ͪ̿̍ͧ͘͟ ̸̡̭̰͚̦̭̜͉̪̱̐ͨ̍ͩ̅̽ͪ͐̎ͮͪ͗͗ͬ͊́͜͢-̑̽ͣ̆͋̌̂ͭͧͨ̑̽̌̀͏̵̛͉͎̝̰̳͇̻̠̯͕̣͉̜̻̖̰̻̫ͅ ̴̺̳͙̦ͥ̑͒̄͊̿̀̒̌̏͛͒̽̍͂́_̇̃ͤ̍̇̍̊̔̏͋͑́̾͆͛̚҉͠҉̧̭͚͇̮̙̖_̡̖̯͕̣̲̫̼̰̺̝̟̜̺̙͓̈͒͒̒̋͝_̵̢̪̖̜̫̘̝̱͈̰̰̰̝̘̰͔͗̉̋ͦ͢͡_̶̧̳͖͚̙̘̭̘̬̣̘̞̟̥̌ͬ͛͗ͨ͊̓̾ͅ_̡̛͎̣͙̻̳̦͕̦̞̺̗̹͕̽͛̀̽̆ͧͣ̑͒̂̄̽͊̉͑͑̋͌̀͘͜ͅ_̸͎͇͖̝͙͉͔̦̭̹͉̳̒ͧ̔̈͒ͩͮ̐̈ͭ͗̒̆͜͠ ̡̧͙̣͓̮̤͎̮̳̺̣̮͈̪̱̜͈̹̰ͯ̇ͤ̉̀ ̡̢̱͔̰̻̭̱͙ͯͯͯ͋͌ͣ͐͂̓̽̔̄̆̃ͥ͘ ̴̵̴̞̬̮̼̭̫̭̤̮̰͍̞̭̑̒̉ͩ͛ͫ̌͑ͅ ̶̢̩̼͙̱̹ͬ́́̈́̄̿̿ͬ̊̽͐ͧ͝ ̧̺̠̣̤͕̤̗͍̟̣͕̯̯̲ͬ́̔̎̂̃ͨ̎̈̒̀͡ͅ ̵̖̳̩͎̤̫̠͕̯͆̂̄̿ͮ̆̍ͥ̄͜͠ͅ ̷̡̛͈̫̣̫̣̫͇��̯̩̍ͯͧ̏͒̇ͫ͞ ̸͖̜̺͇̤̳̗̘̠͇̟͍̺̳ͦͪ̔̒̏͂ͣ̀͠ͅ ̢̛̞̭̘̮̳̜̜̣͕ͤ̔̒͊ͦͦͥ̈́͝ ̛̦̱̝͖̲͉̯ͥͧ̒͂̓ͤ̊͗͐ͭͮͬ̑̄͞ͅ ̼̙͕͕͍͔̝̟͖͙̼͍͍̤̥̩͚̓̋͗̀̇̽̃̐̇̄ͥ͌̀͗ͪ͘͞ ̓̊̈̆̑̒̒ͣ̾̎͐̇̐͋̈́҉̯̻̖̥̫ ̛̛̤͙̘̮̭̱̒̉̽̄ͧ̓ͩ͋͗̑ͨ͊̋̊̅̊͂̋́̀̕͜ ̷̶̨̛͔̱̟̮͇͇͉̫͎̟̱̳̲̠ͤ̏̄̇̎͗ͨ́̓̊̐̅̾̄ ̶̵̨̱̰̬̦͉͚̤̰̱̳͔ͭ̒́ͨ̓̏̀ ̴̷̭̹͖̞̭͙̪̤͙̖͙̭̖̍̌̃ͮ͟ ̡̢͖̲̹̟̫̩̓͛͐͘ ̶̨̢̜̗̙̏̃ͦͯ́̾̔̽̐ͩ̅͗̆̊́ ̺̻̯̻̖̫͉̼̖̮͈̫͉̻̰̯͙͇̈͊ͩ̽̋̌̕͢ͅ ̶̙̟̦͎̜̮̘͙̰̣͎̗̻̹̗͖̳̲̆͒̅̓ͩ̔͊̇̓͑ͭ̉͌ͫͤͧͤ̔̚͟6̷ͭͤ̎͊̿̆̀͏̡̪̹̜̗̹̬̭̰͖̜̖̫̬̰̖͚͘͟1͍͇̙͚̤̬̝̼̩̣̠̯̮̻̹̇̽ͮ̍͗͟͝6̵̏̅̽͒̽̑ͦ̏̓ͨ̚͏̹͇̤̜͓͜͟͜5̷̲̦̦̦̮̞̼̥̦̗͓͉̫͔̟͙̣̔ͤ͒͊̀̏͒̌ͬ̍̉̐͑̈́̽ͮ͘͝͡.̡̛͍̦̳̗͙̦̠̦̩̜̹͈̃̅͊̕͝͡ ̖͙̯͉͇̜͍̲͑̒́̇͌ͣ̇ͯͮͯͯ́͊ͣ̉͑͋̓̽̀4̸͖̗͎̭͚̣̼͍͇̖͓̇̌͂̒̉̾ͩͣ̅̌̋̓̚͘ ͙̫̰͖͍͙͚͕ͫ̓̒̊̊̌ͨͤͨ͐̄̋̀͡͝ͅ ̧̆͑͌͐ͥͫ͋̀ͭͯ͏̙̲̰̗͚͉̼͔̹͚̩̮̳͎̜̪̙̭̞ ̹̫̭̼͕̐ͪ̔̄̒̎̓ͮͮ̋̒̈́̀́͟͝͠ ̵̢̫͎͕̉̿͋ͭ́ͮ͛̋ͬ̒ͫ͐̏̐͜ ͓̹̞̲̪̦̝ͤ̔ͪ͒̈́̐̎̑ͯ͆̍̿́͞ ̴̶̧̢̯̜̩̥̖̹̙̪̭̪͚͕̜͙̻͍͂̈̑ͭͥͥ͑ͭͯ̑͒ͥ͗̋ͤ̇̃͛̽̕ͅͅ ̳̬͙̦̩̩̹͖̹͎̘̗̓ͤ͐̃ͨ̎̋ͯ̀͗̂ͭ͢͠͠ ̵̵̧̩̬͚̫̭̗͉ͯ͆̆ͭ̀ͧ̇̇ͯ̓̅͜ ̋̊̓̌̿̄҉̥̼̝̠̺̩̱͔̫̹̝̤͍̯̭̖̦̹ ̡̄̐̔̒̀͟͞҉̙͈͈͙͕̟͜ ̷̸̡̟̦̤̹̖̬̱̟͇̹̱̺͍̠̘͉̙̐̓̉̈̈́͒͂͛̈̆̔̅ͦ͐ ͦͪͧͧ̃̋̆͏͚̳̹͍̦̮͙̼̦̯̕ͅ ̵̛̠͙͚̜̭̔͌̆̔̓̃̇̃̐ͨ̇̕ ̊͛̉͊̉̐̈́͏͎̠̦̭͎̬̼̞̻̫̙͕̟͎̫͈͙̩͘̕͝ ̨̪͈̹̰̝̲ͮ̿ͦ͋ͪͤͭ̇͌̍̈̌͜͞ͅͅ ̱̯͈̟̰̤͉̾͐ͮ̑͐̏̄̅ͨͣ̆̉ͤ̋̔͆̚͟ ̊̎͆ͬ҉̨̟̠͕͚͇̝͕̯͓̤͓̖̠͇̭̺̠͘͢ ̨̼̻͔̰͔̠̖̩̭̃ͩ́ͪ̉͗̍̅ͤͣ͊̀ͧ̆̅͐ͦ̕͠ ̙̟͓̠͖͓̝͓̳̰͉̮͇͇͛̽̏͌ͬ͗̈́̉́̕ͅͅ ̵̦̣͓̮̭̩͈̺͔͈̺̯͙̻́̾̈́̈́̈̈́ͣ̄͒͝͞ ͓̰̘̫̬̰̥͈̗̥ͫ̔̈́ͨ̊ͮͧ͒̕͘͠ͅ ̶̠̹̦̱̩̦͉̙͔͎̦̮̼͖̘̋̃́̉͞͡͡ͅ ̢̩̤̤͉̤͉̪̭̣̼ͯͯ̒̋ͫͤͪ̓ͧͤ̍͑́̚͡ ͙͈̝̤͔̬̻͔̞͖͈̲̎̓̇̇ͥ̓̇̃̍̓̉̃́ͧ̽ͭͭͮ̂͞͝ͅͅ ̸̧͇̳̘̫̜̠͍̲̩̯͍ͬ͋ͣ̌́́͝ͅ ̡̛̜̞͍͙͔̯̮͎͚̏ͪ̏͂͗̈́��̃̑ͫͬ̑̔ͯ̾̄͝ ͊̂́͗ͯ̆ͫͩ̌ͭͥ͆̇ͪ̆̚͠҉̠̬̬̞̭͚̫̭͖̗͖̣ͅ ̶͒ͩͨ̽ͨ̂͛ͬ̿ͫͪ҉̙̫̜̘̮͍̥̯ ̸̨̯̯̻̪̺͙̝̅̆̌͌̀́͝ ̷̴̢͈̻̘̲͕̰̱͎͕̱́̔ͤ͂̏ͣ̍̕ ̣̤͖̦̝̦̹̗͎̗̮͇͇̑ͥ̃́̈͐̆̓̌ͩ̈̇͛̓̈̚͘͠ ̶̷̸̲̮̲̺̬̈́ͬ̉̂ͩ̍̕ ̸̋͒̿̆͆̈́ͣͭ̊͑̑̍͋́҉͇̻̻̻̤̜̫ͅ ̸̡̢̲̤̦̭̣͕̬̯͛̆ͬ͘ ͐̈̎͋͊̔͑̍҉̶̶͓̟͙̰̱̦̪̘̻̦̞̰̙̩͇͡ͅ ̢̛͛̄ͤͦ̐̆̈́̇̑ͪͫ̔̽͂ͧ̌ͬͥ҉̵̵̺̩̻̮͎̖̺̳̩͈̻̺̺̩̰ ̷̬̪͖̙̹̝̱̜̫ͣ̈ͫͯ̐̍͂͆̌͒̂͛̓̔́̚͘̕͞ ̵̷̩̲̝̩͇̪̝̠̩͇̮͍̥͇̾̀̄̓ͪͫ͆́̈̈́̌ͭͮ̃̓ͯ̏̿̒͟ͅ ̴̞̲͚ͫ̆̎̓̎̐ͪ̄ͨ̏̑͋ͩ̿̓̑̕̕͟ͅ ̳͔̣̲̼̪̩̳̂̏̐̅̇͘ ̷̡̠͍̙̖̱̳̰͈̲̗ͣͣ̇̌̇͛̃̇͂͌̋ͫ̃̋ͯ͌ ̸̷̨̳͉̘̖͈͙̗̫̭͎̠͚̼̪̭͎̬̱̐͗ͭ̈ͣ̊ͭͬ̐̂ͦͣ̇͐ͧͫͦ́͘ͅ ̨̳͓̰͔̩͓͉͕͓̰̤̞̪͓̖̺̭̪̓ͮ̐ͥ̾ͦͦ̉́ ̡͖̦̻̩̻ͤͫ̅̌̿̏ͥ̏̀͒͛ͧ̈́̎̈́ͬͮ̚͠͠ ̢͈̳͇͍̫̼̰̖̭͔̤̟ͫ̓ͭ̑ͧͭ̾͑ͦͮ͐̕͟͢ ̢͊̓͊͗ͥͤͮ̊̓ͨͪͯ͟͡͏͍̼̘̗̣̮͙͔̙̪̥̖͉̖͇͇̲̭ͅ ̶̮̱̮͈ͧͫ̎ͧ̄̇̈́ͩͩ̓́͞ ̸̡̡͔̤͔͚̲̜̱͚̺͔͔̭̼͈͓̣̙̘ͮ͌̂̀̋͐ͦ͆́ ̲͔͓̣͇̩̳̱ͨͧ̌͗̏ͭ̾̌͋ͨͥͫ̃̕͠ ̶͗̐̉ͩ͂̿͑͏͏̵̣͎̥̘̘̳̠̰͞ ̴̨̻͈̫̱̗̓͐̓ͤ͆́̎́ͦ̓ͨ͌̿̏ͧ͊̚͝ ̴̨̭̖̗̮̜͎̬̺̩̋̂͒̽̾̋̓͛͒̐ͩ̎͗͒̄̆̉͟͜͝ ̷̧͉̰̮̝͔̪̞̟͙͈̭͚͕͂ͩ̍͌ͫ̅̇͌ͬ͊̈́͛̈́͗ͯͦ̾͠͠ͅ ̷̰̮̜̞̲̹͈͙̰̝̰͙̼͔̽̆̓̽ͥͯ͑ͥ͑͛̅͛ͥ͊̓ͫ͟͠͝͠ ̾̋̔͗̿҉̨̨̨̼̭̫̣̼͈͢ ̷̝̭͖͔̭̤̑̄̎ͬͨ̇ͫ̋̉̀̑͗̑̐̉ͩ͠͡ ̶̨̮͕̖͈̩͕̩͉̖̦̗̄̊͌ͦ̿̿ͬ̑ͪͯ̐̂͒ͩͭ̓ͫͬ̚ ̷̛̯̩͓̠͍̦̳̥͈̯̒̒̐͗ͩͧͧ̈́̄ͪͪ͌̉̀͡ͅͅ ̷̡̨̘̜̻̮̗̈̆̎̿́̃̈́͠͝ ̎͑̀ͥ̚͢͏̞̭̝̗̬̟̥̮͎̠ ̸̛͍̹̺͕͈͓̻͉̯͈̻͇̺̜̉̒̆̍̆̍̿̽̍ͩ̈́̆̽̕͟ ̧̑̾ͩͣͭ͆͋ͯ̋̎̋͏̙͎̤͚̻̰͙͞ ̨̨̭̲̯̟͖̞̰̮̙͓̳̄ͫ̅ͧͦ͑ͫͯͭͤ͋̽̄ͭ̈̑̽ͩ̒͝ ̧̦̝̳̗͖̳ͩͨ̽͒͊̆ͯ̓̍ ̿͌͊̓̎̒͗̉̉̽̓ͤ̎̐͗̀͘͞͡͏͖̲̰̪̳͍̦͉̗̟̹̠̠ ̸̵̛̛̰̼͇̺̠͔͔̳͉̲̗͖͍̭͉͉͔̘̦͊̐ͥ̒͐ͬ̏̔͑͗̾̚͢ ̎ͧ͑ͦ͆̀̅͛ͩͣͨͥ̂ͯ͡͏͞͏̦͉͈͔́ ̴̳͉̦̹̝̙̲͎̠̮̱͓̭̲̫̱̎̑͛̓ͫ͑̎ͭͬ͋ͬ̿̔̌̃͐͞_̨̡̝̙̼̻͉͈͈͍̗̞̯͎͓̖̱̲̼͓̣ͯ̆̈́̈́̉ͩ̓͘̕

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No Train Coach is Safe from a Family of EVIL Bandits. "Kill" reviewed! (Lionsgate / 4K UHD and Standard Blu-ray)

Get Your “Kill” on! 4K UHD and Standard Blu-ray Available at Amazon! Captain Amrit of India’s National Security Guard boards a commuter train to stop the arranged marriage of his true love, Tulika.  As the two lovers reunite and promise each other to one another, a large family of thieves hijack the coach cars to loot the passengers.  Amrit and fellow captain and friend Verish fight to protect…

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aeri 🤝 hyun ( @mythvoiced ): hot, professional, mean old timers in the fashion industry who probably hate everyone except for their equally hot ceo partners ( ft. @devangelis & @theimpalpable ) who both probably have no clue what the difference between satin and silk fabrics are....but are nonetheless smitten with their supermodel partners :)))

[daddymothxxx]

"NAW YOU KNOW WHAT I'm allowed to care about two people if they got the same face as individuals and if you want to take it up with me, then fucking do it, cowards. I been 'round longer than most types of fucking dirt and I've got the time."

Listen, Valentino is laughing in the background. Going to go back to Vox. It's covered.