#down with attrakt

[chibiloona]

orbits lets support hunnies in their boycott too!!! as a fandom who successfully launched a boycott, we are very supportive of the fifty fifty fan union

[dengswei]

attrakt releasing the new teaser for fifty fifty 2.0 acting like we didn't forget the mistreatment and literlally everything that went down with the og lineup 😬

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Can you please speak your thoughts on the Fifty Fifty situation? I remember you saying they were putting out good music and now this huge chaotic lawsuit is going down seemingly out of nowhere.

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Ask 2: BPP have you heard about what’s going on with Fifty Fifty? I honestly thought their company was really competent with how they had been promoting them, but I guess there was a lot going on behind the scenes. I feel really bad for the girls and I hope everything works out, but the situation seems so messy. It also made me really think about how much I appreciate BigHit, because I can only imagine how wrong things could have gone for BTS if they had been with some of these other companies instead.

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Ask 3: What is up with kpop companies this year its like a shitshow one after another… wasnt the Pmega X group abuse this year, then theres SM doing fuckall to keep their legacy acts and now with fiftyfity… like is it usually this messy? Cuz i feel like before you had only 1 company being messy , each year. But now they decided to do it kne after another even simultaneously lmao cant decide if this year is a success for kpop with the multiple hits -im guessing nj will dominate again with their comeback- or the lowest of lows for the idols themselves

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Hi @jiminsthighsfr and Anons,

The short answer: yes, this is fairly normal for k-pop. A lot of companies are shady and mistreat/underpay their artists. A lot of people are unscrupulous. All the stereotypes about the k-pop industry didn't come out of thin air. It's more likely for a company to not pay their idols fairly than the other way around. In fact, this is what JTBC was banking on when they came out with the false lawsuit story for BTS in December 2019. By that point, nearly every major and minor agency had idols who had filed lawsuits alleging abuse and extreme coercion, except BigHit with BTS. So I can see why the executives at JTBC thought this was a situation of 'just write the story and the truth will come' - basically, assume that BTS was mistreated and underpaid like many idols and publish on that basis hoping that having the story out there will give the members courage to simply confirm what was 'fact', while banking on the fandom to believe the story right away (which was typical). But we both know that's not how things worked out, ARMYs were the last people to believe it and were asking for receipts because the fandom knew that despite the extremely rigorous lifestyles the boys had endured like most idols, by 2019 it was extremely clear BangPD valued each and every single one of them.

And for people asking for my view on the tangentially related discourse of JK getting his song 'Seven' sent to radio, my view is that I don't think this has changed. I think BangPD still fully values each and every member of BTS, and I don't think any member is being mistreated, abused, or grossly mismanaged. But BangPD is not their father, and his motivation to produce profit is more agnostic/cynical than a lot of ARMYs want to admit. But at the same time, you either trust BTS to handle their business as capable adults, or you don't. It's really that simple for me. More than anybody else, they know their own situation, and are certainly capable of handling themselves.

Anyway,

Like I said when I first mentioned Fifty Fifty, the group has been cashed up from the jump, with CEOs well established in the industry, despite deliberate messaging/omissions about the unusual financing / structure behind Fifty Fifty re: the formation and management of the group. Also, it's normal for players in the industry to try poaching a successful act (BangPD was approached shortly after BTS debuted to sell BTS, he refused), so it was only a matter of time before Fifty Fifty was approached, and Attakt's unusual structure was bound to cause friction. From an accounting POV, it's smart because it minimizes each company's tax outlay/payments, but from an M&A POV to secure IP, The Givers/Attrakt partnership has very obvious weaknesses, which Siahn and Fifty Fifty are capitalizing on. I have no idea how their case will turn out, but I doubt it will end Fifty Fifty. They still have potential so I hope it's channeled well regardless of the outcome of this mess.

[buckbuckbarnesstuff]

Ugh I am a swooning mess! Love how Bucky just boldy barges into her home all the time. I don’t know but somehow it’s so hot lol

Lemme show you how much I love this:

“Yeah, I know. Nat told me. Good thing your pretty little face has all healed up. That’s your only fuckin’ worth to me right now after all the trouble you’ve caused.” His words stung; maybe you would’ve believed them true. But you got the sense he was being harsh for the sake of venting frustrations. He wouldn’t even catch your eye as the insults rolled off his tongue. 

Uh, how dare ya, Barnes. I was actually hurt for her sake. But the fact that he can’t even look her in the eyes has me reeling. She seems to be growing on him and I love it! 💖💕

Your eyes flew open as his hand caught your chin, tilting your face toward him with an infuriating gentleness. His thumb brushed over your jaw, skimming the faint bruise that lingered there, and his eyes narrowed as they traced the fading split in your lip. A shiver raced down your spine, and you jerked your head away, pulling free of his grasp.

BUCKY BEING GENTLE?? Please, this is so monumental to me and I'm loving it so much! GOD I NEED HIM SO BAD 🥹💕😩

“Don’t be stubborn,” he snapped, moving closer. His voice dropped, carrying a dangerous edge. “I need to see what they did to you.”

He's so persistent and intense, and it makes him so attraktive, omg.

“Quit fightin’ me,” he said sharply, his eyes flashing with something raw and unyielding. “I need to know.”

Hell yeah, that’s what I'm talking about!!

“Let’s be clear,” Bucky said quietly, his voice cutting through the tension like the edge of his blade. “You think you can cross me, threaten a woman under my protection, and walk away with a few pretty words? Is that what ya think, Crey?”

Omg, yessss!! My man is going for revenge 👀

Bucky gripped his balding head with a firm grip, directing Varlan’s watery, terrified eyes to look across the Sootline at you. You had a sudden epiphany, an understanding that Bucky had never been nervous. No. That strange energy, that twitchiness… it had been pure, unfiltered rage.

I'm screaming and kicking my feet here. AAHH!! I love this so much. Internally gasped when I read this. Made me feel a little giddy honestly, he's just so intense and I love the way you write him!! 💕

As if your brief speech had broken a spell cast across the gangster, Bucky immediately straightened, his expression calm as he sheathed the knife. He reached out and patted Varlan’s head mockingly.

Oh dear god, and now he listens to her and reacts to her calling his name. I'm done! 🥹🥺💜

I'm so glad you're back to delight us with your amazing writing. You wrote a masterpiece of a fic. Thank you so much! Hope the new year is treating you well so far!

smog & spirits: the rat king (mini-series)

Marvel 1920s Gangster/Peaky Blinders Inspired Fantasy AU

gangsterboss!bucky x witch!reader

Bucky Barnes, the leader of Sootstone's Smog Boys, needs a favour. A nasty curse has been cast on him, and he needs a witch to help him break it.

Warnings: 18+ content minors dni, fem reader, physical violence, angst, wound description, threats, some fluff, protective bucky, bucky barnes had issues, cults and religion mentioned, criminals & crime, 1920s street gangs, witchcraft, vaguely british setting??, no use of y/n, lmk if i've missed anything

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: hi!! just wanted to say thank you all so much for the love on the last chapter and sticking with me!! i know i hadn't posted in forever with being busy with uni and all so it really made me happy that people still remembered this fic. this chapter (once again) was supposed to cover a lot more but i got carried away lol, so instead i'm posting this half and then the next half soon once i have it properly written up. anyway!! please enjoy!! sorry for any typos - not proof read.

taglist: @nash-dara @sebastians-love

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Gertrude Crowley was a nervous woman.

It was the first thing you noticed about her; her movements were hesitant, as though she feared drawing too much attention. In the dim light, you noticed her face—worn, yes, but not aged beyond her years. Lines of worry etched her brow and framed her mouth. Her greying hair, streaked with darker remnants of its original chestnut hue, was hastily pinned beneath a weathered black scarf, frazzled tufts poking through the holes strewn throughout the fabric.

“Tea, Ms. Crowley?” You asked the woman. Despite your soft tone, the woman jumped in her seat, hand raising to her bosom as she took in a sharp breath.

“I suppose, Dear.” She squeaked in reply

You gave the older woman a reassuring smile, hoping to calm her fears. Her pale blue eyes darted away quickly, revealing a haunted expression. They glanced at you briefly, then withdrew as if frightened by what they might find. She fidgeted with her hands, the frayed edges of her gloves exposing trembling fingers.

“Tea is good for the soul, don’t you think?” You hummed to her softly, your upper half bent over your kitchen table, and you poured the steaming liquid into two cups. You hoped the woman wouldn’t comment on how the ceramic was chipped; the painted flowers faded from years of use. “Always so cold in The Warrens, it warms you up from the inside.”

Ms Crowley nodded stiffly, teacup rattling against its matching plate as she held it in trembling hands. You took a brief moment to observe her, eyes searching her appearance. Her clothing was plain but serviceable—a dark woollen cloak that hung unevenly over her frame, its hem damp and muddied from the streets. Beneath it, a simple grey dress fitted her modestly, cinched at the waist with a cracked but sturdy belt. A brass locket hung around her neck, glinting faintly when she shifted. Though practical and well-worn, her boots carried scuffs deep enough that you questioned if the dark fabric was her socks beneath.

She took a hesitant sip from her cup and looked up at you with a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes. “Thank you, dear.”

You settled into your seat, dragging your cup across the table's woodgrain. “How can I be of assistance?”

Ms Crowley hesitated, her lips thinning into a line as she contemplated a response. You wisely decided to allow her some space, and the steaming liquid cupped in your palm suddenly became the most fascinating thing in the world. 

The older woman stumbled over her words, once, twice, thrice before finally settling on a simple, “I..I have never met a witch before.”

You smiled down into your cup, elbows resting on the table as you slowly looked up at her through a strand of loose hair that had fallen across your forehead. “I think you will find witches are alike most people you would meet—just like any stranger you would pass on the street.”

She peered across the table—as if testing your own words against you. Her tired, pale blue eyes squinting as she examined you from head to toe. “I suppose… I suppose you’re right. And I suppose I should trust you. I ‘ave been told most witches are trustworthy.”

“We are.” You state simply, only pausing to take a sip from your cup. The warm liquid fills your belly, a soft hum escaping your throat as you tilt you head in thought. “We’re salesmen, in a way, sellin’ our wares. There will always be scam artists, a few among the many, but most of us are just makin’ ends meet.”

The older woman contemplates your words. She takes a sip, a long one, then nods in affirmation. “You’re right. I should have some faith.”

“Now, Ms. Crowley, how can I help you?” You query once again.

“Well… I don’t know how this all works…”

“Just tell me what troubles you. From the start, if possible.”

Before she could speak, the door creaked open behind you, breaking the fragile quiet that had settled over the room. The sound was faint, yet it resonated through the stillness like the tolling of a distant church bell. Your breath hitched, fingers tightening around the chipped teacup as a wave of unease swept through you. The air seemed heavier, colder—an unspoken warning curling down your spine.

“Spirit-raiser.”

That voice. Gravelly, familiar. Unwelcome. You sucked in a sharp breath, though it felt as though your ribcage had suddenly shrunk two sizes too small for your organs. The bruises still present across your abdomen ached as every muscle in your body tensed, a tangled knot of shock electrifying your nerves. But beyond that, beyond the anger and disbelief, there was a feeling far more treacherous: relief.

He returned.

Your head whipped around, posture immediately straightening as though your spine was a pole made of steel. There he was—Bucky Barnes, leaning in the doorway like he owned the place, his sharp, stormy eyes swept over you, then flicked briefly to Ms. Crowley, whose face drained of colour. The woman looked ready to bolt, her hands clutching the table's edge as if it might anchor her in place. You couldn’t blame her. A woman already so anxious over the idea of magic she had positively turned green the moment she entered your flat. Now she was face to face with the dreaded Bucky Barnes, the fucking menace of the Sootstone? Many in The Warrens likely hadn’t seen the man in person, maybe at a distance, or knew him through whispered tales. You certainly hadn’t encountered the man until he came crashing into your life, smog and all. 

“Bucky,” you said, his name slipping out before you could catch it. A string of curses nearly left your tongue along with it. How bittersweet could it be that despite all the hurt you felt, you still called him by a name so familiar? Too familiar. The taste of it burned on your tongue. Your heart slammed into a furious rhythm as what could only be described as a smirk graced his lips. How could he act like he hadn’t vanished from your life without so much as a goodbye? 

How could he turn up here and act like all was well and normal?

It had hurt when he had left; yes, that was to be expected. But these past few days, he had avoided you. At least, it felt like avoidance. You hadn’t heard a word from the Smog Boys since your beating at the hand of the Iron Rats, not even a whisper on the sharp winds that rolled in from the dock. Natasha would have told him. In what world would she not have told Bucky that his pet witch had missed the summons because she was trembling, bloodied and bruised on her own floor? 

You had convinced yourself that maybe it was for the better, an escape from Becca’s wrath and escape from the Smog Boys…

“I’m busy.” The words escaped you before you could think.

He raised his brows in disbelief. Your toes curled in their boots, cringing at your own blunt tone. But then again, had he just expected everything to return to normal?

“I need’a favour.” He stepped further into the room, his boots thudding against the floorboards as he surveyed the space with casual indifference. His gait was smooth, gaze unbothered. A morbid part of you wished you could inspect his back and see the damage you caused. It didn’t seem to bother him or impede his movements.

Ms. Crowley made a small, frightened noise, her trembling hands going to her locket as though it might ward off his presence. “I—perhaps I should come back later…”

“What’re you doin’ here?” you demanded, the words sharper than you intended, cutting over Ms. Crowley’s muttering. 

“As I said, I need’a favour.”

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, nails biting into your palms as you fought to keep your composure. 

“A favour?” you repeated, the words dripping with scepticism. “After everythin’, you show up here and ask for a favour?”

Ms. Crowley flinched at the tone of your voice, but you couldn’t stop now. Bucky’s eyes narrowed slightly, the faintest crack in his facade of nonchalance.

“Watch it,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t want to push me.”

“And you don’t want to push me neither, Barnes,” You shot back, planting your hands on the table. “You don’t get to leave without so much as a ‘thank you’ and then show up here, actin’ like I owe you somethin’?”

“You say that, spirit-raiser, but…” He sucked on his teeth, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he looked down at you, hands casually tucked into his jacket pockets as he sighed through his nose. “I just spent the last four days cleanin’ up your mess.”

Your brows drew inward, confusion slipping through. The entire time you had spent in misery, licking your wounds and nursing your broken heart, he had been out there defending you? 

A devilish expression crossed his face. “You really thought you could, what? Walk on over to Grimrow unnoticed while under my protection? Do you realise how long it has taken me to talk the Rat King down from marching over the Sootline and wagin’ war ‘cause of you?”

“They crossed the Sootline. They pursued me.” You rebutted, though even your voice wavered, unsure.

“Yeah.” His head tilted, eyes squinting. “You better be praisin’ whatever fuckin’ witch god you follow, 'cause that little fuck up on their end is the only reason why you’re still here playin’ good little spirit-raiser.”

You swallowed. Hard. 

“They hurt me.” You confessed, voice steadying.

“Yeah, I know. Nat told me. Good thing your pretty little face has all healed up. That’s your only fuckin’ worth to me right now after all the trouble you’ve caused.” His words stung; maybe you would’ve believed them true. But you got the sense he was being harsh for the sake of venting frustrations. He wouldn’t even catch your eye as the insults rolled off his tongue. 

For a moment, silence filled the room, thick with tension. You could feel Ms. Crowley’s gaze on you. Bucky’s jaw tightened, his posture stiffening as his eyes finally lifted and bore into yours. His expression was unreadable, a carefully laid mask to cover whatever real emotion raged behind his stormy blue eyes.

Then, to your surprise, Ms. Crowley’s feeble voice cut through the silence. 

“I-I-I should go now—”

You whirled around.

“No,” you snapped, cutting her off before she could rise. Ms. Crowley froze, wide-eyed and trembling, her teacup rattling slightly in her unsteady hands. For a brief moment, you thought Bucky might let her stay, that he’d simply loom in the corner, his presence a warning but nothing more.

But then Bucky huffed a sharp breath, irritation flashing across his face as he shrugged out of his jacket. 

“Get the fuck out,” he said bluntly, his tone leaving no room for argument, his eyes sliding to meet the older woman's as you made a noise close to a whimper. “And keep your fuckin’ mouth shut about all this.”

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air, her gaze darting between the two of you. With a frightened nod, she scrambled to her feet, clutching her bag and locket close to her chest.

“Apologies. I ain’t sayin’ a thing. Not a word. I swear.” she stammered, her voice a whisper as she made a beeline for the door.

The moment the door clicked shut behind her, you turned to Bucky, a glare sharp enough to cut steel fixed on your face.

“You didn’t have to scare her off like that!” you snapped, grabbing the teacups and stalking toward the sink.

“A waste of fuckin’ time is what she was,” Bucky replied casually, his voice dripping with indifference.

“She was a client,” you shot back, setting the cups into the sink with more force than necessary. “A payin’ client. I need clients, Barnes.”

Bucky leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching you. “You’re actin’ like I don’t pay you triple what they’re offerin’.”

You dipped your hands further into the soapy water, pressing your palms flat against the metal bottom as you sighed, momentarily closing your eyes in exasperation. “You don’t get to decide who’s worth my time. This is my place. My work. You can’t just—”

“I thought Nat was exaggeratin’,” Bucky cut over you, his voice low but carrying an edge that made your stomach churn.

You stiffened, your grip on the cup tightening. “Exaggeratin’ about what?”

“About this.”

Your eyes flew open as his hand caught your chin, tilting your face toward him with an infuriating gentleness. His thumb brushed over your jaw, skimming the faint bruise that lingered there, and his eyes narrowed as they traced the fading split in your lip. A shiver raced down your spine, and you jerked your head away, pulling free of his grasp.

“It’s nothin’,” you muttered, returning to the sink.

“Don’t look like nothin’,” he countered, his tone sharp. “Let me see the rest.”

You froze, your hands hovering over the sink. “No.”

“Don’t be stubborn,” he snapped, moving closer. His voice dropped, carrying a dangerous edge. “I need to see what they did to you.”

You shook your head, your pulse roaring in your ears. “It doesn’t matter. I’m fine.”

Bucky let out a low growl of frustration, and before you could react, his hand was on your shoulder, spinning you around to face him. His other hand went to your waist, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

“Bucky, stop,” you protested, grabbing at his wrists. The soapy water made your hands slick, his skin slipping from your grasp. “This isn’t—”

“Quit fightin’ me,” he said sharply, his eyes flashing with something raw and unyielding. “I need to know.”

His words silenced you, leaving you to stare up at him in stunned disbelief. The fight drained out of you, replaced by a reluctant acceptance as you lifted your hands, a trail of water rolling down to your elbows. Your head dipped, staring down at his shoes as droplets dripped onto his boots. With a defeated sigh, you rested your palms on his chest, pressing the wet skin into his buttoned shirt until you could feel the warmth of his body. With a grunt, he tugged your blouse from where it was tucked into your shirt, ripping the fabric upward until it exposed your belly.

The air seemed to leave the room as his gaze fell on the mottled bruises that painted your abdomen, the angry purples and blues. His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking as his hand hovered over the worst of the damage, his fingers brushing against your side with an uncharacteristic hesitance.

You heard him swallow audibly, adam’s apple bobbing. A shiver ran down your spine as his thumb carefully ran up to your sternum, then across the band of your brassiere. 

“How many ribs did you break?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

You sucked in a sharp breath as the hair across your body rose on end. Tingles blossomed across your skull as his hand swept down to the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down to inspect the damage still hidden. 

“Three.”

His grunt of acknowledgement was quiet, but the tension dominating his frame was unmistakable. He stepped back abruptly, running a hand through his hair, tongue running over his bottom lip.

“Why didn’t you fight back?” The question gave you near vertigo. 

“I did.” You lie through your teeth

The gangster shook his head, hands resting on his hips as he looked down at you. 

“Bullshit. I’ve seen what you’re capable of. I’ve felt it, doll.” Your gut clenched as he half motioned towards his back. “If you wanted to fight back, they would’ve been dead long before they touched you.”

You pause. He was right. He was entirely right. You hadn’t fought back because you were what? Dejected and defeated? Too swept up in your own pity? Living in your mother's shadow? Or was it just the shadow you had created for yourself?

“You’re punishin’ yourself, aren’t ya? Hm?”

“I’m not lyin’ Barnes—” You begin to speak, voice raising as hysteria begins to bubble within you. Why was he asking you these things? Why was he pretending to care?

“Why?” He cuts over you, 

You turned away, refusing to respond. “I think you should leave now.”

He was silent for a beat. Then you heard the shuffle of clothing as he picked up his coat and swept it over his muscled shoulders. “I still need that favour.”

You sigh, an exaggerated noise as you spin to face him with a scowl. “What now? Can’t it wait?”

“You’re expected. At a meetin’.” 

“Meetin’?” You echoed.

“About what happened. With the Iron Rats.” 

“I thought you said you dealt with it—” You bite back, irritation flaring. 

“Would you just shut your fuckin’ mouth for a second and listen?” Bucky cut over you, voice raised. You clamp your mouth shut in surprise.

“It’s the Rat King.” Bucky meets your gaze. “He wants to meet you.”

—

You would have never described Bucky Barnes as nervous, but the walk to the Sootline almost had you questioning that assumption. Bucky kept his pace steady, though you noticed the subtle clench of his jaw and the occasional twitch of his hand at his side. It wasn’t the demeanour of a nervous man—no, Bucky Barnes didn’t do nervous—but something unexplainable was simmering beneath the surface.

The streets of the Warrens were quieter than usual, the normal hum of life dampened. The sun had grown low in the sky, the usual grey fog warming to a diffused orange and pink glow. The cobblestones were slick beneath your boots, liquids you wouldn’t dare identify, leaving a sheen across the ground that reflected the faint glow of lanterns. You adjusted your coat, tucking it closer against the chill, and cast a sidelong glance at Bucky. 

"Barnes, you alright?" you asked cautiously, breaking the silence. You weren’t one to pry, but the energy engulfing the gangster was strange.

“We’re late,” he muttered, his voice clipped.

You frowned, the sharpness of his tone needling at you. “Well, if you’d told me sooner than five minutes ago that I was needed—”

“And you would have come?.” His words were abrupt, cutting through your protest like a blade. “You do ‘ave a habit of ignorin’ my summons.”

Your jaw clamped shut, a heavy silence falling over the both of you. Further down the twisting, wonky street, you could see streetgoers dashing into nearby stores and homes. Above in the stacked homes that towered above the streets, faces cautiously peeked out, watching as Bucky and you marched past. You observed a group of three children ushered away by their mother, her tightly shutting the rickety window with a grim expression.

“It would be best if you kept your mouth shut during this. Only speak when spoken to. Just agree unless I say otherwise.” Bucky finally spoke, voice gruff.

“Why?” You pry, voice unsure.

“‘Cause I can’t help you if you say somethin’ stupid ‘n end up gettin’ yourself in more trouble.”

Your steps faltered, confusion flashing across your face. “Why do you suddenly care?”

His lip twitched, but he continued with his persistent gait. “You ask a lot of questions.”

“You’re scarin’ me—”

“I have a reputation to uphold, spirit-raiser. Can’t have these rats thinkin’ I’ve gone weak ’cause of some bird.”

The words landed heavily, and you bit back the sting of their dismissal. “What does your reputation got to do with me?”

His stride didn’t falter, but his gaze flicked toward you, brittle and intense. “If I can’t protect you, then what’s to say I can protect the whole of The Warrens, huh? What’s to stop them from marchin’ over the Sootline?”

“So, what’s this, then? You strikin’ a deal, handin’ me over to them, actin’ like you don’t care so they don’t think you’re weak ‘cause of some bird?”

“If I wanted you dead, you’d have been dead a long time ago.” He huffed out in an empty laugh. He stopped abruptly, turning to face you. The weight of his stare rooted you in place. “No, doll, those rats… they fucked up.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he continued, his voice low and deliberate, every word laced with venom. “I’m gonna get them to bend the fuckin’ knee. Show them whose the real fuckin’ King around here.”

—

The Sootline River separated the two territories like a jagged scar, its sluggish current carrying the city’s filth toward the sea. On either bank, the Smog Boys and Iron Rats assembled in tense lines, a mix of swagger and unease flickering across their faces. The lanterns they carried swayed, casting fragmented shadows on the water as the sun finally slipped beyond the horizon, coating the land in creeping darkness, its coffin-like suffocation only exaggerated by the smoke and ash from the Smokestacks.

Bucky stood at the river’s edge, his posture deceptively relaxed, his hands buried in his coat pockets. His gaze locked onto the figure across the river: Varlan Crey—The Rat King. Varlan was everything Bucky wasn’t—brash, loud, and lumbering, his bulk swathed in a tattered black coat with yellow stitching. His grin was wide, but his teeth were uneven, lending him the air of a predator more accustomed to snapping than scheming. His gang flanked him, a pack of diseased rats, restless and waiting for a signal.

“Barnes,” Varlan called, his voice carrying easily across the water, gravelly and full of mock cheer. “Shame we ain’t meetin’ unda different circumstances.”

“Varlan,” Bucky replied, his tone steady, almost clipped. He didn’t move a muscle, his stance radiating a nearly unbearable calm.

Varlan cocked his head, his smirk widening. “I’m guessin’ this is the bird in question?” He nodded towards you.

You froze under his scrutiny, your skin prickling under the weight of his gaze. The air seemed colder now, and your chest tightened as though the river’s chill had seeped into your bones. 

Bucky gave a single, deliberate nod. “Yes.”

Varlan snorted softly. “A bird from The Warrens, crossing inta my territories ‘n causing a ruckus amongst my boys… you undastand how this looks bad, Barnes?”

Bucky didn’t flinch. His smooth and unhurried tone carried across the water like a blade. “I can. But it weren’t her that was causing the ruckus now, was it? I’m guessin’ these lies you’re tellin’ yourself are why you so recklessly declared war before examinin’ the facts.”

Varlan chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made the hairs on the back of your neck rise. “Facts,” he repeated, shaking his head as though the word itself amused him. “You’re soundin’ more and more like them fancy wankers up in The Flower Districts, Barnes. Especially in those fine tailored suits a yours.”

A chorus of low laughter rumbled from the Iron Rats side of the bridge, the lines of men with their yellow handkerchiefs grinning amongst themselves. 

“Oh, I can recommend you a tailor, Crey,” Bucky said lightly, his voice laced with faint amusement. “I know one who gives discounts for friends.” 

It was now time for the Smog Boys to stir behind Bucky, muffled chuckles rippling through the crowd. A flicker of a smile ghosted across Bucky’s lips, though his gaze remained fixed on Varlan. With the subtle jab landed, Varlan bristled. His shoulders stiffened, and his smirk turned brittle. He barked a short laugh, more bark than humour.

“Well,” he said, his voice sharper now. “Let’s get to the heart of the matter, shall we?”

“Go ahead,” Bucky replied.

You glanced at him, searching for some clue about his thinking, but his expression gave away nothing. Beside you, the Smog Boys settled, hands tucked into their pockets and chests puffed out as they eyed the Iron Rats across the river. Their stillness wasn’t as practised as Bucky's. He held the type of quiet that preceded violence, the kind that made your stomach churn. As you scanned their faces, you noted how young some men were, barely out of boyhood. It might have been a cause for concern, but you knew many sought out Bucky’s leadership out of desperation. Their energy was much better placed under the guidance of someone like Bucky instead of them turning to the streets where their violence and frustration would run rampant. Regardless of their age or status, you had noticed one common theme among the Smog Boys—none were left unfed, and their clothes were always without holes. The same could not be said for other less fortunate souls who braved The Warrens alone. 

“I admit,” Varlan began, dragging out the word with a performative sigh. “That I may ‘ave been… hasty. But ya can’t blame me, not with the information I was told.”

“I guess so,” Bucky replied simply. 

Bucky’s lack of reaction agitated the larger man, a cross expression forming on his greasy face. Then his smirk returned, sly and serpentine. “Well, I am impressed by ya…little investigation. Touched a nerve, did it?”

A ripple of unease passed through you as Varlan Crey lifted his brows, head tilted to match his devious, wide-eyed expression. A subtle dig at Bucky’s involvement—or worse, his attachment to you? You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of both their gazes shift momentarily to you. 

By some miracle, Bucky didn’t react to the provocation. Instead, his voice came low and steady. “I take it you spoke with the witch?”

You felt your face react before you could steel yourself, face scrunching in confusion. Witch? What witch was Bucky referring to? He certainly wasn’t referring to you—you had never met the Rat King before, let alone spoke with him about your misdeeds of crossing into his territories. In retrospect, with the gravity of the situation weighing upon you, it was a foolish assumption to make thinking you could walk into Grimrow unimpeded or unidentified. In recent months, it seemed everyone and anyone knew who you were before you knew them. It was as if you walked your life with a ginormous red hot brand across your forehead that simply said: Bucky Barnes!

“Spoke? Yes,” Varlan said, his voice emerging in a drawl. “Come ‘ere, girl.” 

He turned slightly, and a figure emerged from the Iron Rats’ crowd.

Wanda.

Wanda.

Your chest tightened, bruising squeezing painfully. She walked forward with her usual unnerving grace, her head high, her eyes sweeping the scene before her. Her auburn locks bounced across her white dress, sheepskin draped over her shoulders to protect her from the chill. Coven garb. She was calm. Too calm. The shock of seeing her in the Church of Light clothing almost made you physically recoil. You had never seen the attire in the flesh, but you remembered how your mother had described it—white to symbolise the light and the chosen babe, the Light-bringer. Diviner. 

The voices of the past echoed those names in your mind.

Light-bringer…

Your mother had always been short in her tales, too afflicted by the trauma and illness that had ruled most of her life away from the Coven. She had only spoken of the cruelty and sickness in those temple walls. The white was purity, the end of times, the rapture… but also a symbol of their devotion. The crimson blood of their self-inflicted or sometimes forced punishments showed up best on a fresh canvas. 

How had Wanda inserted herself in your life so quickly? How long had Leofric and his coven of fucking madness been tailing you? And how had Bucky known to bring her? You glanced at him, desperate for a flicker of understanding, but his face remained devoid of emotion.

“It seems my friend, Barnes ‘ere, is obsessed with facts.” The Rat King spoke, pulling you from your confused daze. He wheezed out a laugh, a phlegm-filled cough quickly following as he spat the glob into the filthy churning Sootline.

“Go on then, girl. State the facts.” Varlan instructed with a bark.

Wanda folded her hands in front of her, her voice level and composed. “I invited her to Grimrow.”

A surprised murmur swept over the crowd.

“The Church of Light has been expanding its temple across the Sootline. I was honoured to become the Head Priestess for our new build—”

“Yeah, yeah, cut to the facts, girl.” Varlan cut over Wanda. 

The auburn woman's eyes sparked with something that could only be described as irritation, but it was only a flicker as she expertly composed herself. “I invited her over to celebrate with me, as we have been friends since childhood.”

The word friends felt like a slap. Or even better, a well-placed stab to the abdomen. Your throat tightened as you stared at her, horrified by her ease in lying. How could she say it so smoothly? So convincingly? You tried to form words, but they caught in your throat, leaving you in silence.

“You agree,” Varlan pressed, his voice breaking through your haze, “that you were invited?”

Your lips parted, but no sound came, head spinning. Finally, you forced yourself to speak. “Yes.”

Varlan’s sly eyes narrowed, assessing you. “You say you are both friends but… the bartender and my men witnessed a fight between ya both,” he said, his tone deceptively casual. “Why?”

Wanda quickly stepped in, her voice carrying a faint trace of sorrow. “I had expressed my concern. I wished she would stop workin’ for the Smog Boys out of fear for her safety.”

Varlan’s amusement flickered across his face, but you caught the subtle way his eyes darted toward Bucky. It was a jab meant to provoke. Bucky didn’t bite. He remained as unmoving as stone.

“And what do you say?” Varlan asked, turning his attention back to you.

Wanda’s eyes burned into your own, her chin lifting. You could’ve sworn you saw the ghost of a smirk across her lips as she watched you squirm. You couldn’t claim she was lying, or this elaborate fabrication would fall apart. You couldn’t gauge her motive. Was it to make you feel you owed her and the Church of Light? Was it to protect you? Plant seeds of doubt within Bucky, and make it seem like you had hidden parts of your life from him?

“She’s tellin’ the truth,” you surrender, the lie tasting bitter on your tongue.

“And do you have evidence? Of this letter sent to you to invite you?”

Your stomach dropped further, quickly scrambling to come up with a believable lie. “No… No, I burn all my old mail. I use it as kindlin’.”

“Convenient,” Varlan spat out with a slow shake of his head. “Very convenient.”

“I have evidence,” Wanda interjected smoothly, producing a rolled parchment from somewhere on her person. “It is the reply she sent me, confirmin’ the date.”

Bucky’s shoulders subtly relaxed beside you. Had he known about the lie, or was he being strung along by her games, too? Had the two spoken as well? What lies had she told him? Worst of all was the flare of jealousy in your gut—the thought of him talking with that woman, the idea of him trusting her over you—the weight of betrayal was suffocating. Wanda had gone to unimaginable lengths, forging a note in your handwriting to solidify this ruse.

“You wrote this reply?” Varlan asked, holding the parchment aloft.

“Yes.” Your tongue felt thick in your mouth.

Varlan examined the note for a long moment before nodding. “Well, seems you’re right, Barnes. My men were in the wrong. “

“So, we have an understanding now, Crey?” Bucky asked, his voice steady.

“Believe we do, Barnes,” Varlan replied. “Your woman can walk free.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, his hand flexing at his side. For a moment, he didn’t respond; his cold blue eyes locked on Varlan like a wolf sizing up its prey.

“That’s it?” Bucky asked, his voice low, dangerously calm. “She walks free, and we’re supposed to call it even?”

Varlan spread his hands in a gesture of mock generosity. “What more do you want, Barnes? She crossed into my territory. I’ve agreed to let her go, no harm done. This should be the end of it.”

Bucky let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. He glanced down at you briefly, his expression unreadable, before looking back at Varlan. “No harm done? Is that what ya think?”

“She’s standin’ here, ain’t she?” Varlan said, his tone oily, his confidence growing in the face of no immediate retaliation. “No blood spilt, no lastin’ damage. Consider this a…generous gesture from me.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. Without another word, he stalked toward the bridge.

The movement drew startled murmurs from both sides.

“What’s he doin’?” one of the Iron Rats hissed, his hand twitching toward his weapon.

“Hold!” Varlan snapped. “Let him come if he wants.” There was a cool confidence to his tone, a confidence that was likely misplaced. 

“Barnes,” Varlan said, his voice rising as Bucky drew closer with deliberate, measured steps. “There ain’t no need for this. I’ve said the matter is settled.”

Bucky said nothing as he reached the other side. His hand slid into his coat, and when it emerged, he held a knife. The blade gleamed in the lantern light, its sharp edge catching the flickering flames.

The Iron Rats stiffened as if momentarily stunned and unable to make a move.

“Let’s be clear,” Bucky said quietly, his voice cutting through the tension like the edge of his blade. “You think you can cross me, threaten a woman under my protection, and walk away with a few pretty words? Is that what ya think, Crey?”

Varlan stepped back instinctively, his misplaced confidence crumbling as Bucky loomed over him. “Barnes, this is unnecessary—”

Bucky moved faster than anyone expected. His boot struck Varlan’s chest in a brutal kick, sending the Rat King sprawling onto his back. Gasps erupted from the Iron Rats, a few finally thawing out enough to jerk forward, but were quickly off-put their heroism by the crowd of Smog Boys inching across the bridge, blades drawn and faces like jackals.

At some point in the chaos, you had lost sight of Wanda, the witch disappearing into the shadows and fog like a ghost in the night.

Varlan scrambled backwards, his hands raised in a panicked gesture of surrender. “Wait! Barnes, wait!”

Bucky crouched over him, the knife hovering dangerously close to Varlan’s throat. “Ya think this is a game, Crey? Well, let’s fuckin’ play then, huh?” he spat. 

“I—I didn’t mean for any of this!” Varlan stammered, his voice high with panic. “I swear, Barnes. Please!”

“Beg,” Bucky said, his voice cold and unrelenting.

Varlan’s face twisted with humiliation, but the knife at his throat left no room for pride. Slowly, he rose to his knees, his hands still outstretched in surrender but his entire form trembling.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I was wrong. Please.”

“Louder,” Bucky demanded.

“I’m sorry!” Varlan cried, his voice cracking. “You can ‘ave the men, do what ya want with ‘em. Is that what you want? Please… just—”

Bucky gripped his balding head with a firm grip, directing Varlan’s watery, terrified eyes to look across the Sootline at you. You had a sudden epiphany, an understanding that Bucky had never been nervous. No. That strange energy, that twitchiness… it had been pure, unfiltered rage.

“Now, say sorry to her.” Bucky instructed, his voice near seething.

“I am sorry! I’m sorry for me actions. And my mens.” The Rat King cried out. Your gaze lifted to meet Bucky’s as he stared back across the Sootline at you. His grip on the man’s head tightened. “Please!”

“Bucky.” You finally spoke up, your voice soft as the breeze as it carried across the river.

As if your brief speech had broken a spell cast across the gangster, Bucky immediately straightened, his expression calm as he sheathed the knife. He reached out and patted Varlan’s head mockingly.

“Good little rat,” he murmured. “You know, I’m hostin’ a party soon. Maybe I’ll invite you, and you can dance and entertain me like the fuckin’ jester you are.”

Varlan’s humiliation was evident, his men exchanging uneasy glances. Bucky grinned wide, showing all his teeth.

“As for the men,” He said, his tone sharp as he turned to face the crowd of Iron Rats head-on. “The ones who crossed the border. Hand them over.”

Varlan hesitated for a moment, his pride still clinging stubbornly. But the weight of Bucky’s gaze, the threat of what he might do, was too much to bear. He nodded quickly, motioning to his men.

As if not wanting to anger the gangster further, the Iron Rats were quick to locate the three culprits and push them ahead, their expressions ashen with terror. Smog Boys emerged from the mist like spectres, grasping the men and dragging them across the bridge before they could escape and bolt back into the depths of Grimrow.

“Take them,” Varlan said hoarsely, his body sunken in defeat. “They’re yours.”

Bucky didn’t even look at them. He turned and crossed the bridge, hand grasping your forearm as he tugged you along. You frantically looked back, watching through the filthy haze as Varlan Crey stumbled back to his feet, cheeks burning, forehead slick with sweat. His men around him looked dejected, their beady eyes following you as you disappeared into the smog.

“Come,” Bucky uttered to you. “We have business to attend to.”

[tapistufftors1985]

handicap bedeutung wetten

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handicap bedeutung wetten

Handicap Definitionen

Das Wort "Handicap" stammt aus dem Englischen und hat verschiedene Bedeutungen. Es wird häufig verwendet, um eine Beeinträchtigung, Einschränkung oder Behinderung zu beschreiben, die das Leben einer Person in bestimmten Bereichen erschwert. Handicaps können körperlicher, geistiger oder psychischer Natur sein.

Körperliche Handicaps betreffen die physische Funktion des Körpers. Beispiele hierfür sind Lähmungen, Amputationen, Seh- oder Hörverlust sowie Krankheiten wie Multiple Sklerose oder Zerebralparese. Menschen mit körperlichen Handicaps können bestimmte Aktivitäten oder Bewegungen aufgrund ihrer Einschränkungen möglicherweise nicht problemlos ausführen.

Geistige Handicaps beziehen sich auf Einschränkungen der kognitiven oder intellektuellen Fähigkeiten. Menschen mit geistigen Handicaps können Schwierigkeiten haben, Informationen zu verarbeiten, zu lernen oder zu kommunizieren. Beispiele für geistige Handicaps sind Entwicklungsverzögerungen, Lernschwierigkeiten oder geistige Behinderungen wie das Down-Syndrom.

Psychische Handicaps beziehen sich auf psychische Erkrankungen, die das emotionale oder mentale Wohlbefinden einer Person beeinträchtigen. Depressionen, Angststörungen, bipolare Störungen oder Schizophrenie sind Beispiele für psychische Handicaps. Menschen mit psychischen Handicaps können mit Herausforderungen wie Stimmungsschwankungen, Selbstwertproblemen oder Schwierigkeiten beim Aufrechterhalten sozialer Beziehungen konfrontiert sein.

In der Gesellschaft gibt es mehrere Maßnahmen, um Menschen mit Handicaps Unterstützung und Chancengleichheit zu bieten. Barrierefreiheit in öffentlichen Räumen, spezielle Bildungs- und Arbeitsprogramme sowie Gesetze zum Schutz der Rechte von Menschen mit Handicaps sind nur einige Beispiele für solche Maßnahmen.

Es ist wichtig zu betonen, dass Handicap-Definitionen sich weiterentwickeln und variieren können. Die Anerkennung der individuellen Bedürfnisse und Fähigkeiten einer Person ist entscheidend, um eine inklusive und respektvolle Gesellschaft zu schaffen, in der Menschen mit Handicaps ihre Potenziale entfalten können.

Die Bedeutung von Wetten auf Handicap

Wetten auf Handicap sind eine beliebte Art von Sportwetten, bei denen ein Team oder Spieler eine virtuelle Punkte- oder Toreinschränkung erhält, um die Chancen für beide Seiten auszugleichen. Diese Art von Wette wird oft verwendet, um ungleiche Begegnungen spannender zu gestalten und höhere Quoten anzubieten.

Das Wetten auf Handicap kann in vielen Sportarten angewendet werden, wie Fußball, Basketball, Tennis und Volleyball. Es ermöglicht den Wettenden, auf die Favoriten oder Underdogs zu setzen und potenziell höhere Gewinne zu erzielen. Der Grundgedanke dahinter ist es, die Wahrscheinlichkeit eines Sieges für beide Parteien auszugleichen.

Wenn ein Team oder Spieler als Favorit gilt, erhält es ein negatives Handicap. Das bedeutet, dass es Punkte oder Tore von seinem Endergebnis abgezogen bekommt. Das Team oder der Spieler muss dann mit dem Handicap gewinnen, damit die Wette erfolgreich ist. Auf der anderen Seite erhält das Underdog-Team ein positives Handicap, das zu seinem Endergebnis hinzugefügt wird. In diesem Fall ist eine Wette auf den Underdog erfolgreich, wenn das Team entweder gewinnt oder das Spiel unentschieden endet.

Wetten auf Handicap bieten den Vorteil, dass sie die Gewinnchancen für beide Seiten erhöhen und somit attraktive Quoten anbieten. Es erfordert jedoch ein gutes Verständnis der Teams oder Spieler sowie ihrer aktuellen Form und Leistung.

Bevor Sie auf Handicap wetten, ist es wichtig, die Regeln der jeweiligen Sportart zu verstehen und sich über die Besonderheiten der beteiligten Mannschaften oder Spieler zu informieren. Eine gründliche Recherche und Analyse können Ihnen helfen, fundierte Entscheidungen zu treffen und die besten Wettmöglichkeiten zu identifizieren.

Insgesamt bieten Wetten auf Handicap eine aufregende Möglichkeit, den Nervenkitzel des Sports zu erleben und potenziell hohe Gewinne zu erzielen. Es ist jedoch ratsam, verantwortungsbewusst zu wetten und innerhalb Ihrer finanziellen Möglichkeiten zu bleiben.

Die Welt der Sportwetten entwickelt sich ständig weiter, und eine der beliebtesten Arten von Wetten sind die sogenannten Handicap Wetten. Aber was genau verbirgt sich hinter diesem Begriff?

Handicap Wetten sind eine Art von Wette, bei der dem vermeintlich schwächeren Team oder Spieler ein fiktiver Vorsprung gegeben wird, um das Spiel ausgeglichener zu gestalten. Dieser Vorsprung wird in Form von Toren, Punkten oder anderen Einheiten angegeben, je nach Sportart. Das stärkere Team startet das Spiel somit mit einem fiktiven Rückstand.

Das Ziel der Handicap Wette ist es, den Ausgang des Spiels unter Berücksichtigung des Vorsprungs oder Rückstands vorherzusagen. Wenn zum Beispiel in einem Fußballspiel Team A gegen Team B spielt und Team A als klarer Favorit gilt, könnte das Handicap bei -1 für Team A liegen. Das bedeutet, dass Team A mit einem Tor zurückliegen muss, um die Wette zu gewinnen. Wenn das Endergebnis 2:1 für Team A lautet, würde die Wette aufgrund des Handicaps gewonnen.

Handicap Wetten bieten den Vorteil, dass sie die Quoten für ein Spiel erhöhen und somit höhere Gewinne erzielt werden können. Sie sind besonders interessant, wenn zwei Teams auf unterschiedlichem Leistungsniveau spielen und das Ergebnis des Spiels vorhersehbar ist. Durch die Handicap Wette wird die Spannung erhöht und das Spiel für den Wetter noch interessanter.

Es ist wichtig zu beachten, dass Handicap Wetten für Anfänger etwas komplex sein können und strategisches Denken erfordern. Es ist ratsam, sich mit den Regeln und Besonderheiten der jeweiligen Sportart vertraut zu machen, um erfolgreiche Wetten platzieren zu können.

Insgesamt bieten Handicap Wetten eine spannende Möglichkeit, auf Sportereignisse zu setzen und die Gewinnchancen zu erhöhen. Wer sich mit den Regeln und Feinheiten vertraut macht, kann von dieser Wettart profitieren und den Nervenkitzel beim Wetten auf ein neues Level bringen.

Die Welt des Sports ist voller aufregender Wettoptionen, darunter auch Handicap-Wetten. Diese Art von Wette ermöglicht es Ihnen, auf den Ausgang eines Spiels zu wetten, wobei ein Team oder eine Person einen fiktiven Vorsprung oder Rückstand erhält. Dies kann die Chancen für beide Seiten verbessern und spannende Möglichkeiten für Wetten bieten. In diesem Artikel werden wir uns vier Handicap-Wetten-Strategien ansehen, die Ihnen helfen können, Ihre Gewinnchancen zu maximieren.

Favoriten mit Handicap: Eine beliebte Strategie ist es, auf den Favoriten zu wetten, der mit einem Handicap spielt. Dies geschieht, um die Quoten auf den Favoriten zu verbessern und somit eine höhere potenzielle Auszahlung zu erzielen. Wenn Sie zum Beispiel auf ein Fußballspiel wetten, könnte der Favorit mit einem Handicap von -1 beginnen, was bedeutet, dass er mindestens mit zwei Toren Unterschied gewinnen muss, um Ihre Wette zu gewinnen.

Außenseiter mit Handicap: Ebenso können Sie auch auf den Außenseiter wetten, der mit einem Handicap spielt. Hier liegt die Idee darin, dass der Außenseiter ein fiktives Startguthaben erhält, um seine Chancen zu verbessern. Wenn Sie beispielsweise auf ein Tennis-Match wetten, könnte der Underdog mit einem Handicap von +3 starten, was bedeutet, dass er mindestens drei Spiele gewinnen muss, um Ihre Wette zu gewinnen.

Handicap-Wetten auf Unentschieden: Eine weitere interessante Strategie ist es, auf ein Unentschieden mit Handicap zu wetten. Diese Wette bietet Ihnen die Möglichkeit, auf eine Ausgeglichenheit des Spiels zu setzen und potenziell hohe Gewinne zu erzielen. Wenn Sie zum Beispiel beim Basketball auf ein Unentschieden wetten, könnte das Handicap +10 für beide Teams betragen, was bedeutet, dass jedes Team mindestens zehn Punkte gewinnen muss, um Ihre Wette zu gewinnen.

In-Play-Handicap-Wetten: Schließlich können Sie auch während des Spiels Handicap-Wetten platzieren. Dies ermöglicht es Ihnen, das Spielverhalten und die Dynamik zu beobachten und Ihre Wette basierend auf den gezeigten Leistungen anzupassen. Hier ist es wichtig, schnell zu reagieren und geschickt zu wetten, um von Änderungen im Spielverlauf zu profitieren.

Bei der Platzierung von Handicap-Wetten ist es wichtig, die Statistiken, Form und Verletzungen der beteiligten Teams oder Personen zu berücksichtigen. Eine gründliche Recherche und Analyse sind unerlässlich, um diese Wetten erfolgreich umzusetzen. Vertrauen Sie Ihren Strategien und setzen Sie verantwortungsbewusst. Viel Glück und viel Spaß beim Wetten!

Handicap-Wetten sind eine beliebte Form der Sportwetten, die sowohl Vor- als auch Nachteile bieten. In diesem Artikel werfen wir einen genaueren Blick auf die Vor- und Nachteile dieser besonderen Wettart.

Ein Vorteil von Handicap-Wetten besteht darin, dass sie die Gewinnchancen bei einem ungleichen Spielausgang verbessern. Dies ist besonders nützlich, wenn ein Team als klarer Favorit gilt und die Gewinnwahrscheinlichkeit relativ hoch ist. Durch das Hinzufügen eines Handicaps für das favorisierte Team wird die Gewinnchance erhöht, was wiederum zu höheren Quoten führt. Dies kann für diejenigen, die auf der Suche nach besseren Gewinnmöglichkeiten sind, äußerst attraktiv sein.

Ein weiterer Vorteil von Handicap-Wetten besteht darin, dass sie spannender und interessanter gestaltet werden können. Durch das Hinzufügen eines Handicaps wird das Spiel für beide Teams fairer, da das unterlegene Team einen Vorteil erhält. Dies kann dazu führen, dass das Spiel insgesamt ausgeglichener wird, was den Nervenkitzel und die Aufregung steigern kann.

Auf der anderen Seite haben Handicap-Wetten auch ihre Nachteile. Bei einer falschen Einschätzung des Handicaps kann es dazu führen, dass die Wette verloren geht. Dies kann frustrierend sein, insbesondere wenn man davon überzeugt war, dass das favorisierte Team einen deutlichen Sieg erzielen würde. Es erfordert daher eine genaue Analyse und eine gute Kenntnis der Teams, um das richtige Handicap auszuwählen.

Ein weiterer Nachteil von Handicap-Wetten ist, dass sie für Anfänger möglicherweise verwirrend sein können. Es erfordert ein Verständnis der Handicap-Regeln und der verschiedenen Optionen, die zur Verfügung stehen. Es kann einige Zeit dauern, bis man sich mit diesen Wetten vertraut gemacht hat und sie richtig einschätzen kann.

Alles in allem bieten Handicap-Wetten sowohl Vor- als auch Nachteile. Für erfahrene Wettspieler können sie eine lukrative Möglichkeit bieten, ihre Gewinnchancen zu verbessern und spannendere Spiele zu erleben. Für Anfänger ist es jedoch ratsam, sich mit den Regeln und Optionen vertraut zu machen, bevor man diese Art von Wetten platziert.

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Great Neville Brand, lousy croc!

Eaten Alive USA, 1976, Tobe Hooper

D. T.: Blutrausch, IMDb: 5,5 - my score: 6

AKA: Starlight Slaughter, Death Trap, Crocodile, The Devil's Swamp, Slaughter Hotel, Brutes and Savages

English version below

Wenn es zwei Kerle gab, die den Hoodlum, den Mann fürs Grobe bestens darstellen konnten, waren es Jack Elam und Neville Brand. Was für fiese Hackfressen. Beide hab ich sehr ins Herz geschlossen und beide hatten wenige Hauptrollen. Bei Elam bin ich mir nicht sicher, ob er überhaupt einmal Leading Man war. Brand ist großartig in Don Siegels Riot in Cell Block 11 (1952) und auch in Eaten Alive liefert er. Deswegen ist es noch kein guter Film. Der Nachfolger des Texas Chainsaw Massaker handelt von Hillbilly Judd (Brand), der ein verwahrlostes Motel mit Krokodilteich als Attraktion betreibt. Nach und nach werden Gäste von ihm, gern mit einer Sense, ins Jenseits befördert und an ein lächerlich schlecht getrickstes Krokodil verfüttert. Bemerkenswert ist noch der junge Robert Englund, der den Film mit dem Satz "My name is Buck, I'm here for a fuck!" eröffnet und damit den Ton vorgibt. Carolyn Jones (Morticia Addans) gibt eine sehr amüsante Puffmutter ab und der wohl bekannteste Mime, Mel Ferrer, lernt viel zu schnell die Sense kennen.

Die ganze Story ist nur lose um die Gewaltszenen gebaut und macht im ganzen wenig Sinn. Man fragt sich 'What's the point?" Was den Film sehenswert macht, ist nicht das Was sondern das Wie. Hooper inszeniert alles im Studio, setzt künstliches, oft koplimentäres, Licht und unterlegt alles mit einem selbst komponierten Soundtrack - mehr Sound-Effekte als Musik. Dadurch erzielt er eine einzigartige Stimmung - mehr Arthouse Horror als slasher. Auch wenn jede Menge Blut fließt, gruselig ist das alles nicht.

Englisch Version

If there were two guys who could best play the hoodlum, the man for the rough stuff, it was Jack Elam and Neville Brand. What nasty hacks. I took them both very much to my heart and they both had few leading roles. With Elam, I'm not sure he was ever a leading man. Brand is great in Don Siegel's Riot in Cell Block 11 (1952) and he also delivers in Eaten Alive. That's why it's not a good film yet. The sequel to Texas Chainsaw Massacre is about hillbilly Judd (Brand) who runs a run-down motel with a crocodile pond as an attraction. One by one, guests are killed by him, gladly with a scythe, and fed to a ridiculously badly tricked crocodile. Remarkable is the young Robert Englund, who opens the film with the sentence "My name is Buck, I'm here for a fuck!" and thus sets the tone. Carolyn Jones (Morticia Addans) makes a very amusing madam and the well known mime, Mel Ferrer, learns the scythe far too quickly.

The whole story is only loosely built around the violent scenes and makes little sense as a whole. One wonders 'What's the point?" What makes the film worth watching is not the what but the how. Hooper stages everything in the studio, sets artificial, often coplimentary, lighting and underpins everything with a soundtrack he composed himself - more sound effects than music. In this way he achieves a unique mood - more arthouse horror than slasher. Even though there is a lot of blood, it is not scary.

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Lazytown park in IMG world

I was able to visit IMG world again late September and I got to take more photos, but more importantly. There was a specific attraction I wasn't able to record in the first video I made of the Lazytown park there. Which you can watch here!

There was an attraction called "Stephanie's Dance Academy" which is a dance game made by "Attraktion! GmbH". It's kind of like the Just Dance version of Lazytown. It captures the movement of your hands while dancing.

There's more information added in the video as well as bonus content at the end. The quality isn't the best out there and I do apologize for that.

Otherwise, here are more photos I took while I was there! Last time I was there the "Sportscandy Station" was closed down for some reason, back then they sold healthy snacks but now they're mostly selling sweets like ice cream, cupcakes and popcorn.

Sportacus's smaller airship, it's just a statue that you can get inside of and pose in, in the original video the statue had a missing steering wheel that they added back.

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Yandere! Werwolf Ateez finding their mate

Warning: strong language, toxic relationship, some mature scenes if you don't like that don't read it

It's my first time writing something like that so please don't be mad at me~💙✨

Hongjoong

We all can agree that Hongjoong is an alpha

It is very rare that a human is the mate of an wolf but fate has chosen you to be his mate and he loves every second of it

The first time he saw you he was stunned, you looked so beautiful, you smelled so delicate and something inside of him clicked

His once so calm personality changed and he got deeply obsessed with you

He wanted you, you and your sinful body

Nothing is more important than you right now and he will take advantage of the first good chance to take you, to make you his

Hongjoong not just wants you, he craves you and he wants you to love him just as much as he loves you

Softly someone bumped into you and as you looked at the stranger who happened to run into you, your breath stopped for a second. He wasn't just handsome no, there was something else on him what makes you attrakted at the very first moment. A handsome smile appeared on his facials as he looked at you with soft and loving eyes, eyes who hide the true intentions of the male. ,,I'm sorry but do we know each other? "

Seonghwa

Another alpha who just wants to claim you as his

You are a beautiful omega and directly on your birthday, the day you can finally find your mate

And when you followed the scent and stepped out of the territory of your pack you didn't even noticed it

Just as you heard a loud growling behind you, you realized what happened

Your eyes widden in fear and you tried to run away, as you shifted in your wolf form

The wolf was faster than you and catched you, but as soon as he hovered over your petite body

Someone pulled him away and gets protectively infront of you

The wolf who attacked you immediately backed away and then left quickly

Your savior shifts back and looks down at you

And you did that too, and when you calmed down a bit your brain connected everything and you knew that this man has to be your mate

Seonghwa would not kill infront of you

But if anyone lays a finger on you again he will be not that friendly

He tried to calm you down and to be as soft as possible towards you

Seonghwa carefully placed his hand in yours helped you to get up, while a soft smile layed on his face as he saw how your cheeks turned red. ,,This isn't your territory anymore little omega." After his comment your face turned even more red and you quickly shake your head. ,,But don't worry little omega. I won't hurt you.. If you come with me. My mate."

Yunho

The first time he saw his mate wasn't that pleasant

Because someone else was hovering over his mate

His mate, you, was half naked and shivering in fear, not strong enough to fight against the alpha hovering over you

Everything he saw was red and he fastly pulled the alpha away, ready to fight against him

And he didn't even have a chance against him

He would kill for you and that's exactly what he did

As soon as he finished that he turned around to you and pulled you into his arms

He would never let you go again

Never

Shivering and crying you layed in the arms of the strange male who saved you. You don't know why but his whole appearance and scent lured you into trusting him. Even if you didn't know him yet you felt save in his arms. ,,Don't worry my little mate. I will never ever let soemthing like this happen to you again."

San

He is a player in your pack

Everyone wished to be his mate

And now you, you are his mate and he doesn't know how to feel about it

And you didn't know it either

That's why you didn't pay much attention to him at first, just doing what you did before you knew that he is your mate

And San doesn't like it at all

You are his, his precious little mate and now you aren't giving him attention at all

If you don't give him attention at your own, he will take you

He wants you and what he wants he gets

,,Y/N. Don't ignore me! " San said annoyed and just as annoyed as him you answered him. ,,Why should I not annoy you? You weren't happy that I'm your mate any now? Now you are complaining like a little-" The wold roughly interrupts you as he roughly pinned you against the wall, a loud growl escaping his lips. ,,If I want something, I get it so if you not stop behaving like that little mate. Let's say you won't like it."

Mingi

His jealousy and possessive behavior wasn't something nobody knows

No everyone know that soon he will find his mate and as soon as he marked his mate nothing will get between them

He doesn't care if his mate is ready or not

He wants his mate, his sweet little mate he can protect

Mingi isn't just someone he is the leader of some. Rogues

And you, you are a pretty omega living a happy life on your pack

But one night changed everything

Some rogues attacked your pack and soon you find yourself staring and shivering infront of an alpha you didn't know

But he didn't kill you, he had bitten you and knocked you out

The next time you opened your eyes you saw a guy infront of you

And you immediately know that he has to be your mate but also the one who killed and attacked your pack

You hated him and Mingi? Mingi is just so happy to have you finally in his arms

Carefully and still feeling the pain in your neck you opened your eyes, just to see that the same eyes you saw before everything went black looked down at you. Fear rushed over you and you quickly tried to get out of your roped but nothing really helped, just as you were about to shout at the strange male his dark and snicker stopped you. ,,Why are you trying to get away from me? My little mate."

Yeosang

He wasn't just anyone, he was the leader of your pack even if he is so young

He is in control about everything and on your birthday, you both knew that you are meant to be together forever

You are unsure if it would work out but when he touched your shoulders all the doubts disappeared and you just wanted to sink in his arms

And yeosang? Yeosang wants power, he is greedy if someone would discribe him

He wants the same power over you but of course this isn't the first thing he shows you

He wants you, you are his and just his and no one will ever lay an eye on you

Or they will die

If you try to overpower him, try to tell him what he had to do you will suffer

So don't try that

,,Yeosang that's.. That's wrong! You can't just-" a loud growl interrupted your speech and you immediately lowered your head as Yeosang stepped in front of you and looked down at you with his dark eyes. ,,Y/N. My sweet little mate how often do I have to tell you that." He slammed his fist beside your head in the wall, as another deep growl came out of his mouth. ,,I'm in control and you don't have to say anything in things like that."

Wooyoung

He is an prince

Arrogant and spoiled

He is used to get what he wants

And the first step you layed in his castle was a mistake

Because he smelled your scent and he wanted you

You as his mate because you are meant to be his and just his

But you

You flighted against him, because he is so spoiled and arrogant you couldn't believe that someone like him is your mate

And if you refuse to do what he wants he will lock you in the cellar till you learn your lesson

,,No no no let me go!" you screamed and struggled as the guards guided you through the catacombs, before they opened the door of the cellar. Not letting you say anything against it, one of them pushed you in the room and the other one said with a soft and slightly regretting tone. ,, I'm sorry but we have to fulfill the orders of the prince."

Jongho

You aren't just anyone

You are the princess/prince, but at the same time you are the weakest out of all your siblings

That's why your father hired someone to protect you

Your new guard has to be Jongho a strong and powerful beta

And the first time you saw each other you knew that you two are mates

But what you didn't know is that Jongho wants you just for himself

So one day you went out with him he knocked you out and when you opened your eyes again

Ou found yourself laying in a bed in a strange room

And after some confusion Jongho opened the door and told you that this is your new home

The home you are living in with him and just him

Confusion filled your mind as you looked around, you couldn't remember anything and it scared you. But soon Jongho opened the door and smiled at you brightly. ,,Oh you are awake little one." Carefully he strokes over your head and smiled at you, and immediately you felt save. You snuggled deeper in his hug and lost yourself in his beautiful scent. The scent of your mate.

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Folge 51 und wer ist wieder am Start? Best girl Bell und sie schuppst Ash wieder ins Wasser :D

Die Folge war auch wieder gut. Kamilla war auch am Start und ich liiiebe sie. Richtig gut im Anime, gute Shots und Posen und einer meiner Einall Favoriten. Habe viiiele Scfreenshots gemacht.

An der Folge mochte ich auch, dass sie auf der Szene aus den Spielen basiert, wo der Vater Bell wieder zurück holen will. Glaube das fand ich damals schon cool, dass sie so ein Event einbauen und so. Sowas passiert echt nicht oft, weil die meisten Rivalen das nicht haben.

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Sie ist richtig niedlich. Ist auch außerhalb einer meiner Favoriten, wusste aber nicht, dass ich bei ihren Folgen dpch so angetan bin :P

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Die Arena ist mal riiichtig schön und ich mag wie sie die Attraktion mit der Achterbahn eingebaut haben, denn wir haben NIE die jeweiligen Elemente der Arenen aus den Spielen. Da ist das hier echt eine der Male, wo es passiert. Eventuell sogar einmalig, aber ist auch gut und einfach eingebaut. Sieht halt schön aus.

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Dann das. Das war der Großteil der Folge und ich finde es echt gut. Weil sie etas aus den Spielen übernommen haben und das ist kein Ort doer so, sondern echt ein Event von Bell. Sowas passiert NIE! Deswegen mag ich das schon.

Der OST war aber leider anders.

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Hat er so viel schon mal riskiert?Er HAT sogar verloren, aber natürlich passiert das nicht, finde aber nett, wie Ash diesen Einsatz für Bell auf sich nehmen würde, weil er ihr Abenteuer nicht beenden soll (der Vater)

Kamilla haben sie NICHT eingebaut, aber es mit Ash und Co eingebaut. Hätte mir aber schon gewünscht, dass sie da auch etwas sagt. Wie in den Spielen halt.

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Ich fand die Clip Show auch schön. Dass sie mit Bell schon viele Momente geteilt haben und schon Freunde sind. Ist ja auch die Wahrheit. Sie kam oft genug dran, obwohl diese Szenen hier in keiner Folge waren.

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Ein biiischen zu schnell ändert er da seine Meinung. Die Szene hätte man besser machen können, aber ist halt so.

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Sie ist sooooo niedlich in der Szene. Sie ist ja immer auf Zack und ein bisschen sorglos. Hier läuft sie nur zurück, um sich vom Vater zu verabschieden und sie läuft so niedlich.  Einfach nur goldig die Bell <3

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dinosaurs on the loose in sydney’s taronga zoo. ...and these frighteningly lifelike looking fellas are by far not the greatest attraction in the beautiful zoo-facilities of the non-profit organization “taronga”, which was founded to support wildlife conservation. gorgeous, spacious and species-appropriate enclosures and their animal inhabitants from all over the world compete for the visitor’s attention with breathtaking views over sydney. the zoo is perched on a steep slope and offers stunning vistas over sydney’s skyline, harbour and opera house. the taronga experience starts with a fun ferry ride from the city, after a few steps a cable car gets you uphill swiftly, hovering above the animal enclosures. the way down is smooth and stroller friendly. all in all this is a great day trip when visiting sydney with kids! // die dinosaurier sind los! in sydneys taronga zoo. und diese unheimlich echt wirkenden, bewegungsfaehigen roboter sind bei weitem noch nicht die groesste attraktion dieser tollen zoo-anlage der gemeinnuetzigen naturschutzgesellschaft ‘”taronga”: hier konkurrieren wunderschoene, weitlaeufig und artgerecht angelegte tiergehege und ihre tierischen bewohner aus aller welt mit fantastischen aussichten ueber sydney um die aufmerksamkeit der besucher. der zoo thront in herrlicher hanglage ueber sydney, von hier aus kann man die skyline, das opera house und die harbour bridge bewundern. schon die anreise mit der faehre ist ein erlebnis. direkt im anschluss kann mit einer seilbahn ueber den gehegen schwebend den hang hinauffahren und dann gemuetlich  - buggygerecht - ueber die breit angelegten wege wieder hinunterkurven. toll fuer einen ausflug mit kleinen kids!

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Schüchterner junger Mann lernt mit Datingportal viele tolle Frauen kennen!

 Ich hatte große Schwierigkeiten eine Frau kennenzulernen, da ich sehr schüchtern war! Doch mit einem Datingportal hat sich für mich alle geändert! Doch lest selbst! :)

 Was kann es schöneres geben als glücklich verliebt zu sein und einen festen Partner an der eigenen Seite zu haben? Für viele ist es wohl das wichtigste im Leben und Sie wollen an nichts anderes mehr denken. Gut, das ist natürlich auch Ansichtssache, jeder ist mit einer anderen Sache der glücklichste Mensch auf der Welt, doch die Liebe sticht hier meistens ganz klar hervor! Auch ich stellte mir mir vor das es einfach nur ein tolles Gefühl sein muss, doch leider hatte ich es nicht sehr oft das ich einer Frau sagen konnte wie sehr ich Sie liebe, denn ich war über einen sehr langen Zeitraum Single. Um es ganz genau zu sagen sprechen wir hier von 12 Jahren! Das ist schon eine ganz schöne Menge, oder? Ich sah es genauso und fühlte mich in meiner eigenen Haut nicht mehr so richtig wohl, und immer wieder verging ein Tag an dem ich alleine war, alles andere als schön! Etwas dagegen zu tun, rauszugehen und neue Leute zu treffen und vielleicht auch eine Traumfrau dabei zu haben, das würde jetzt wohl die Mehrheit vorschlagen. Doch ganz so einfach war es für mich dann doch nicht, denn die Schwierigkeit lag für mich darin, das ich nicht das Zeug dazu hatte die Frau meiner Träume zu überzeugen. Um es ganz genau zu sagen war ich heftig schüchtern und konnte diese Angst nie so richtig überwältigen. Es viel mir schwer ein ernsthaftes Gespräch aufzubauen, schon wenn ich morgens beim Bäcker war und eine attraktive Verkäuferin sah kam ich bereits bei der Bestellung meiner Brötchen merklich ins Stottern, jedes mal aufs neue zu tiefst peinlich und deprimierend!

 Ich verzog mich oft in meine eigenen vier Wände, sah darin keinen Sinn mehr am Wochenende mit meinen Freunden auf die Piste zu gehen, denn es würde ja sowieso wieder auf das gleiche Ergebnis hinauslaufen. Ich bin mit den Jungs unterwegs, überall sind Frauen die auch gut gelaunt am feiern sind, und nach und nach lernen meine Leute ein paar hübsche Mädels kennen. Nur ich sitze da, stumm wie ein Stück Brot und bringe einfach keinen vernünftigen Satz über meine Lippen. Am Ende war ich dann jedes Mal total down und konnte mich für die nächsten zwei bis drei Tage kaum dazu aufraffen wieder ein Lächeln ins Gesicht zu bekommen, und so war es dann jedes Mal!

 Im Gegensatz zu dem was ich Euch bis jetzt erzählt habe bin ich Online wie ausgewechselt! Denn hier schreibe ich mit den Frauen und habe null Probleme ein erstes vernünftiges Gespräch in Gang zu bekommen. Und das passende Datingportal habe ich auch gleich gefunden, es nennt sich Tookiss! Hier war ich jeden Tag online, egal ob ich gerade zuhause oder auf der Arbeit war. Ich wollte immer mehr Frauen finden die Lust hatten zu schreiben und fand diese ebenfalls! Damit bin ich nämlich den ersten Schritt gekonnt umgangen und kannte diese Person ja schon. Wenn es jetzt zu einem Treffen kam hatte ich keine Hemmungen mehr und war kaum noch schüchtern. Dass das mit einem Datingportal funktioniert hätte ich früher selbst nicht so richtig geglaubt, doch hier war nun der Beweis!

 Die Anmeldung auf der Datingseite Tookiss ist kostenlos und es ist einfach nur lustig dort unterwegs zu sein, denn ständig kommen neue Personen mit dazu die so richtig lecker waren, damit meine ich natürlich Frauen ;) Wer sich selbst davon überzeugen möchte macht am besten selbst den ersten Schritt und probiert es aus, was hat man schon zu verlieren?

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As they ate breakfast the wolfgirl looked at him still a little scared because he did not look like just a normal human who is living in the woods, his arms looked strong and his body was well built, and he was rather big about 1,90m, he had red eyes and a scar above his right one it went from his forehead almost down to his cheak it was thick too and made him look like a barbaric, so she ate while trying to avoid attrakting attention. After the food chirs stood up and put the dishes away and said to her'' i made your bath ready bevore the food you should take one and look after your injuries'' she swiflty looked at him and could tell that he wasnt lying at all to her. She stood up and said '' thank you, could we talk when im finished because we dont know our names yet, you can ask me anything because i owe you my life'' he turnd around and looked at her answerd with'' yes, and take some new clothes '' she went to the bathroom and opend the door it looked japanese and was warm. She took of her clothes that he gave her and put them in a Box she saw near the entrance then she took of the bandages and looked for her wounds but to her surprise she found just small scratches, and green paste around them. She went in the bath and took one step in, just in case she had a towl with her to cover. She washed herself and relaxed for a bit and suddenly heard loud knocks on the door, but it wasnt the bathroom it was the front door. Because of her ears she could hear it almost loud and clear. She heard the door open and close again and two people talking like master and servant, she heard chris and he sounded angry so she listend to the conversation and waited. '' What do you want again from me, i said i wont ever come back and be your weapon again!'' The second voice started talking and made her feel scared.'' Im here to tell you the knights new orders, we are going to war and need your strength'' (chris):'' Didn't you hear me or do you want to joke i already said NO and thats all i have to say, so if you want to live go away and dont send anybody here anymore or else the war will be the last of your problems!'' (Unknown voice): '' O-ok im sorry i just follow orders thats all, but you are the one they call ''slayer'' the one who took down all those deamons and devils right ?'' (Chris):'' I don't know what you are taking about that was a hundred years ago and dont bother me while im still in good mood.'' (Unknown voice):'' Ofcourse im sorry, i wont bother again.'' She opend her eyes as she heard a horse run away and came out of the bath and dryed herself of, she put on the new clothes and was a little surprised he gave her girls clothes that fit her good, a sweater and trousers and some underwear too, its a good thing they were talking after this she thougt. She went out and saw him bring some wood inside it wasn't that cold but its maybe for tonight. After he was done they sat down at the table together and he started and talked about the stranger. (Chris):'' sorry about the noise right now that was a knight from the town, he said they are going to war again and wanted me to help them again, i dont like humans because of that they only talk to me when they need something, oh my name is chris Btw its nice to meet you even in this condition'' ( girl):'' hello chris, my name is nero im from the north and wanted to ask you some things'' (chris):'' go right ahed nero '' (Nero):'' first of all why did you save me The law made from humans is strict wand you know it ? It says if you encounter a demi-human you are to kill him or get the knights!''(chris):'' yes i know the law but i dont like it at all im living out here by myslef because of it, just because they are scared of your race they want to kill you all and thats it ? Thats just selfish and stupid and i like it more when i can choose the law myself .''(nero):'' You know about my sixth sense thats why you aren't lying to me right?, but what about the question the human had i heard you and i

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Die Kapseln von dieses Nahrungsergänzung sind einfach zu befreundet sein, durch Ihre täglich routine. Abnehmen down der umfassende waist ist absolut einen Traum jeder fettleibig Frau. In der Erwägung, dass jeder will, um get rid of Ihre prall Bauch. Aber, Ziel nicht Angelegenheit während der route ist gleichen für jeder. Ob brennen controlling oder Fett Gewicht, das wird sein eine Hölle einer Fahrt. Dieser Ernährung täglich Pille unterdrückt Ihren Appetit und auch hält neben von Stimmungsschwankungen, stress und Unbehagen. Angebotenen aus Kapsel form, das mit der Formel kann helfen zu erhöhen Ihre Gesamt Wohlbefinden. Zu finden Sie heraus Keto Plus Diet Test, Sie haben durchsuchen unsere site.

Natur die Zutaten

Die primary Komponente auf diese fettabbau Nahrungsergänzung ist BHB. Beta-Hydroxybutyrat ist das Akronym des BHB, was sein wird ein Keton in unserem body. Es ist ein sehr hilfreich Quelle Energie auf die Gehirns und der Muskeln. BHB wird absorbiert in die Muskeln. Es beginnt die Prozess diese Produktion der Energie. Gleichzeitig, zusätzlich it verringert die Fett Produktion von BHB. Es gibt wirklich nicht mehr Zutaten gefunden in dieser Formel dass wird stellen Sie diese viel besser. Es ist sehr sicher und werden können Vertrauen verdient.

Wie macht Keto Plus Diet - arbeiten?

Dieses außergewöhnlich effizienter Fett - Verlust-Ergänzung ist produziert mit natural Zutaten, welche sind sicher zu verwenden. Diese Ergänzung einfach kommt in Ihre Blutbahn und startet den Prozess Fett Schnitte in eine harmlos Art. Dieses Natur Gewichts-Verlust - Formel arbeiten durch die Einleitung des ganze Prozess Ketose. Die Ketose ist die eigentlich ein metabolischen Zustand von dieser Körper, wo Fette wurden verbrannt zu machen Energie statt von carbs. Dieses Nahrungsergänzung können Sie löschen diese weitere Pfund, sowie bleiben abgefallen im Laufe des Tages.

Es ist BHB, die erhöht die metabolische rate und ketogenesis Prozess effizient on Ihre Körper. Der Körper stellt die Produktion von Fettzellen und anfängt brennen auf unnötig Fette, die gespeichert werden. Diese gewichtsverlust zu ergänzen, auch hilft in halten die lean Muskel von Ihre Körper durch den Wegfall der überschuss Fette, dass vorhanden in Ihrer Muskulatur. Es ist gezeigt werden sehr wirksam für die Pflege Ihrer Glukose - Ebenen und den helfen Ihnen bleiben frisch a mehr Dauer. Es funktioniert auf die Prozess Ketose in der menschliche ganzen Körper.

Der Weg Nutzen Keto Plus Diet?

Das wirklich 1 Gewicht - Verlust-Ergänzung, die kann machen Sie zu Gefühl besser zufrieden mit schnell Ergebnisse, gebaut, um Sie unterstützen zähmen Ihre body wie Sie müssen es.

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# Verbrauchen 2 Tabletten täglich.

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# Stellen Sie die besten Nutzung von der verbessert Energie und auch bieten mehr Aufmerksamkeit Ihre ganzen Körper.

Zusammenfassung

Keto Plus Diet - Fett Verlust-Ergänzung wäre die besten Gesundheits zu ergänzen, dass verlieren der Muskel versus fat normal pflegt Körper gesund und schlanke für sehr lange time Zeit. Es ist zuständig für Erlass die metabolische Zustand Ketose.

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Yeah I agree with you there. Näcken is a bit of a let down in many ways.

Would suggest getting togheter with skogsrå instead. Skogsrå are also very much after human blood sure, BUT they are hot forest spirit ladies who happen to have hollow backs attraktive! or sometlmes a fox tale.

But I bonus with them, is that they are much more likely to be kind.

Also they seem to to target people who are lost in their forest in particular. I think perhaps, if one is with the skogsrå, but NEVER are in the forest with her, perhaps one will be safe from their murder hobby?

Sadly many of ones friends would be lost in the forest forever i guess. But you know hot forest lady, might be worth it!

näcken many difference ways to appear to humans

sexy nude man with a fiddle

a nice horse

and

A COPPER BOWL (underwater, that is tempting you to go out on too deep water)

one of these things are not like the others