#im certain that victor continued to talk to him

[two-faces-of-the-moon]

So painfully gorgeous

all that remained were fields of dreamless solitude

only you can show me this

[eric-the-bmo]

Blood and Silicon Ep5: The Dice Hate Us

[Summary: Blake and Leo decide to go check out the garage without Pauline. It doesn’t go well.]

Picking up from last episode, Blake goes off to feed from the woman Pauline brought in, leaving her and Leo alone in her office. There’s some silence, and eventually Pauline pauses from her typing (where she’s typing up all the information we gathered from the census quest) and lets Leo know that if anything is bothering him, he can talk to her about it. He holds his hands and says he just can’t tell her those things at the moment. She goes back to typing. Sebastian enters the room and asks Pauline for some time off, since college classes are going to be starting up eventually in the spring. She grants it to him, and he leaves. She goes back to transcribing the documents we got from Victor, and Leo pulls out his notebook to try and decipher some of the code he’d written down.

Blake returns from feeding and asks what they should do next; Leo suggests the garage and once again is immediately shut down. Blake offers to drive Leo home, and the two start to exit the club.

On the way out, Seb stops the two of them and recommends Leo change his wardrobe, since he doesn’t dress like everyone else at the club and is getting looks about it. Leo acknowledges this, drawing his coat closer around himself, and he and Blake exit the club and get into the Gangrel’s car.

Leo starts smoking a cigarette as they drive, and few minutes into the ride he realizes this isn’t the way to his apartment.

“Where are you taking me?” “...Somewhere I shouldn’t be.”

Leo is reasonably a bit terrified hearing that, but Blake is all “wait no hold on im not gonna kill you,” and it turns out they go to the garage of the Ashen Rose gang. There’s a chain link fence surrounding the perimeter, and a guard standing by the garage door entrance.

They get out of the car, and Blake asks Leo how long they should stake this out- Leo, a bit impatient from hunger, says “Or I could just do this” and turns invisible. Unfortunately, this causes him to gain a point of Hunger; His Beast begins yelling at him, and he tells it to shut up. Blake asks if he’s okay, but Leo ignores him and goes to investigate. His Beast tells him to go after the guard, she’s a Thinblood, won’t her blood taste great? He heavily considers this, but decides to stalk the perimeter of the chain fence to find an opening.

While trying to do this and be stealthy, Leo avoids kicking a can, and he’s very proud of himself, but then accidentally kicks a cat, which lets out a yell (and then knocks over a metal pipe!!!), and he’s like “oh god we fucked up,” and due to the hunger and anxiety of creeping around, he starts to dissociate because oh shit, oh my god they might get caught.

Trisha, the Thinblood guard, looks over and begins to head towards the sound; Blake realizes he should cause a distraction, and so he does a great impression of another cat.

Leo, still invisible, tries to continue finding a way through the fence, but ends up hitting the fence. His Beast goes full-paranoid- Leo fucked up, the guard is going to notice, they fucked up, they’re going to get caught oh god they should run- and so he runs away.

Smash cut to Pauline, still doing her paperwork. Sebastian enters her office and asks how long she’s been working with Blake and Leo [the answer is about a month for Blake, and only a few days for Leo]. He then asks if she’s certain she can trust them. Pauline responds that she can, and warns Sebastian to be careful.

Cut back to Leo. He’s stopped running now, as his paranoia has now worn off, but he’s still incredibly hungry. He goes off into the alleyways of the city, still invisible, and eventually finds an extremely drunken man sleeping behind a liquor store. He bites down and begins to feed, ending his invisibility.

Blake, not knowing that his companion ran off, tries to see if Leo had managed to make his way into the garage or not. He spots a vent on one side of the garage, and determines that no, Leo didn’t make it in, actually. He decides to wait and see if Leo will come back, and that he’ll go out and search for him after enough time has passed.

Meanwhile, Leo’s still been drinking the man’s blood, and is aware that if he continues to do so he’ll also get drunk. He doesn’t really care- in fact, part of him is looking forward to it. He drinks, and while his Beast is practically chanting at him to drain the man, and while he’s still a bit hungry, Leo pulls away so that he doesn’t end up breaking one of the Chronicle Tenants [The weak deserve protection]; and at this point he realizes he doesn’t know where he is. That’s fine; he can try and retrace his steps.

Blake decides to go find Leo, going down alleyways and whisper-calling his name. He eventually finds the Malkavian, and is relieved at this a bit, because 1) he found him, and 2) Leo being drunk at least means he fed, yknow? He asks Leo what happened and Leo responds that he got lost, and the two of them sit down. Blake asks how he’s feeling, which leads to an interesting interaction:

[”At least he’s not yelling at me anymore!” “??? Why would I yell at you?” “No, no, not you- J.” “...Is J still here with you?” (laughing) “He’s just not yelling at me anymore.”]

Blake gets Leo to look at him- letting him know he doesn’t have Pauline’s dominate abilities- and gets him to agree that they’re not going to tell her any of this; it stays between them. They head back to the car.

Inside, Leo asks Blade why he took them to the garage, since he seemed against it; Blake said it was his way of apologizing for being a stick in the mud (and also Leo needs to learn some lessons). Leo then asks what was up with the look Blake gave him after meeting with Victor (specifically, after Leo asked the Nosferatu to look into someone named Jeremiah). Blake says it just reminded him of his own past, and refused to elaborate any further. Blake sends Leo a text after dropping him off a few blocks from his apartment to make sure he got home safe.

The next night we meet up at the Asylum- Leo actually has on a black sweater this time to try and blend in better. Pauline’s printed out her documents and has put them all in a black folder. The trio heads to her office, and she calls up Zane the drug dealer, telling him she’s got someone interested in the drugs the Ashen Rose gang is selling. He says to go to the Northeast dealers, and warns her that their stuff is dangerous; also, it’s too early in the night for them to be out selling it at the moment. She thanks him and hangs up.

Blake and Leo somehow manage to convince Pauline to let them go check out the garage, and she’s all “okay, you wanna go so bad? fine.”

Pauline does not want to do this, but here we are, at the garage. Blake pretends to just now spot the vent, and he and Pauline try and do a “stand on the shoulders” thing to get Leo up there, but the dice continue to hate the players here, so even after two tries they’re unable to do this. Blake somehow ends up ripping the vent off its hinges, I think, which makes a Loud Noise. This, like the night before, alerts the guard.

Blake gets on the roof somehow???? Leo uses Obfuscate to hide, and Pauline waits. When the guard shows up, Pauline casts Dominate [”There was a thief here, but you scared him away. Everything is fine.”], and when the guard leaves she heads the other way.

Trisha the guard meets up with another gang member who wanted to see what was up, and the two get into an argument; because why would someone try to steal from this garage, as far as everyone knows nothing is in there?- they should change locations, the other guard is saying. Trisha is adamant it’s okay, since she scared the thief away. The other guard opens up the garage door; Leo sees his chance and goes in.

There's all sorts of alchemical stuff in there; tables with shelves and vials and weird components in jars, notebooks with alchemy equations/numbers, some of the weed the gang was making- but the main thing was this: There is a fridge laying on its back. Black tubes are running from it, dripping liquid into containers and running up to the alchemical equipment on the tables. Leo is certain there’s a vampire in there, perhaps, but is unable to check; The two gang members were in front of the open garage entrance, and doing something like that would cause the invisibility to end- and even if he were to do it again super quickly, it wouldn’t hide the fact that the fridge would be open.

However, Leo manages to grab some stuff (alchemical components, a notebook, some weed), and does the Quick Invisibility idea mentioned above for it. The trio all gets tf out of there and into the car, where Leo tells them about his Vampire Fridge theory. 

The session ends with the coterie heading over to meet Harrison at his bar- It’s time to give him the information they learned from the census interviews, and to receive their reward (aka, feeding territory so they can eat without trespassing/fear of getting staked)

[theuniverseawakens347]

5:13 am .. the deconomy of me forgiving Darniece as a mother and loving her and Lee GARLINGTON NOT LEGALLY OR LEGITIMATELY HELPING ME BC SHE HATES HER MOM JULIAN AND IS TAKING IT OUT ON ME - Julian left her little to nothing in the will and same w victor* ( what she’s told me )

… 2020/21 changed my perspective on life being in covid and going through trauma therapy ..

There’s so much rival history between my adoptive and birth family. And lees starting to realize that IM THE DAUGHTER OF THE MAIN BLACK FAMILY SHE FUCKING HATED. - KARAMA.

My mom Darniece BECAME THE PRODUCT OF WHAT YOU WANTED HER TO BE , just like you IN FULL BECAME THE PRODUCT OF YOUR ENVIRONMENTAL SHATTERED EGO IN FULL. - Howard fit yourself where you fit w my hatred right now bc again WHY DID YOU MAKE ME HOMELESS AND BOTH PLAYING STUPID TO MY FUCKING FACE. I KNOW WHAT I DID AND SHOW CASED IT IN FUCKING FULL FOR THE REASON OUR FAMILIES HAVING RIVAL HISTORY SO ENRICHED IN THE CENTER OF JUST ABOUT ALL RASCIM ISSUES. BUT YOU KEEP PLAYING ARUPID TO MY FACE WHEN YOU SEE ANS CERTAIN FAMILY AND FRIENDS WHO ASK YOU ABOUT ME - Or YOU vent to.

You’ve told me little to nothing about your family Lee just Julian tried suicide many times with Amy and then well.. YOU finally kilt her at 50 something like 6-8* yrs after moving in w us. YOU told me how Julian would fall asleep with cigarettes in her mouth or lit all over the house and you’d have to clean them .. it’s funny bc as I write this THESE ARE STORIES YOU NEVER TOLD AROUND JOHN JUST WHEN YOURE ALONE W ME AND UR FRIENDS .. but when im around the girls for dinners at john and Mary YOU SINCE I MOVED IN ONLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT MEMORIES OF WHEN RACHEL WAS A CHILD - leaving me and Paige out the upbringing - WHY I STOP CARING TO GO VISIT THEM BC YOU CLEARLY DONT GIVE A FUCK TO CHANGE THE TUNE OF ADDING ME INTO THE FAMILY

Howard you rarely visit ur siblings just for holidays and I don’t hang w my cousins unless it’s a family dinner BUT HYDES WHYD YOU STOP COMING TO OUR HOUSE - Lee paid Francis and Therese of Ronnie off to say I smoked them out - I ASKED THEM IF THEY WERE SMOKING NOW AT THE AGE OF 18 / 19 COLLEGE ( so there 17/18/19) and said if they wanted to smoke w me DONT HESITATE bc Rachel is smoking now Francis is my age WE STOPPED RACING EACH OTHER AFTER HOWARD PULLED OUT THE GOLF CART AND I WON AND RONNIE WE THE ONLY BLACKS IN THW FAMILY AND DONT TALK - LEE GARLINGTON BACK WND BULLSHIT BC YAL ACTUALLY LIKED ME EXCEPT FRQNCIS IN SPORTS ( unless bball and ur friends liked me but Therese put a crush in ur head on me and pimped Nateana my bestie - Tim Hyde stop lees inappropriate and blames Tim and Therese backs it)

Tom I WOULD GET EXCITED TO SEE HIM “hi cashay!” “Hi Uncle Tom your 6’8 I LOVE HUGGING YOU BC I GOTTA STAND ON MY TILLY TOES” - MY NATURAL UNCLE HI JOSH I love going down to baby sit when jt was a infant toddler but it was only twice or three times - Lee hates driving and doing nice things for me - also Liz and Lee what was on the backend against me Rachel and ronnie* nugent. ( cashay’s a slut - Lee paying Lennon off to get my 13 yr tit photos to pass around and start the whole “ Darniece a ho and sos her kid “ so Howard hates me seeing as WHATEVER DRUG ADDICT BEHAVIOR ISSUES YOU GUYS HAD BEFORE I CAME HE WANTED TO WORKOUT - A BRIGHT LIGHT IN HIS WORLD - Lee on the back end FUCKING UP EVERYONES HAPPINESS AND HER OWN IN THE LONG RUN - PORN COMPUTER LEE GAVE ME AND I CONTINUED )

Now Darniece YOU KNOCKED HER FUCKING BRAIN OUT LEE … that’s equivalent to YPU BLAMING AMY FOR ALL UR LIFE STRUGGLES W HER BC YOU CLEARLY DONT TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR HER BEING DOWN SYNDROME AND YOU CHOOSING TO UPROOT HER - AMY NEVWR ASKED TO MOVE IN WITH US YOU FORCED THAT BC YOU WERE GETTING MONEY IN THE WILK THAT FIT YOUR GREEDY FUCKING THINKING SO YOU MADE THAT HAPPEN - JANE ARGUMENT BC SHE DIDNT SEE WHY AMY NEEDED TO MOVE WITH US / WHY YOU WHO DONT LIVE IN DELAWARE ARE HANDLINGNAND FORCING HR WAY TO TOUCH EVWRY DAMN THING W JULIANS DEATH AND BARELY INCORPORATING UR SIBLINGS EXCEPT FOR “their specialties” - UR A NEW TYPE of NARCISSIST A SERIAL FUCKKING KILLER. KKK KLOONTS KLUTZ KLAN - UR COWS BRAIN SLOPPY IN ALL YOU FUCKING TOUCH AND DO.

- nurse show w the 1940 fits.

But again Darniece when I seen her 2020 w Shanyce LAWANDA TELLING ME ALL THE FUCKING BEATING MY MOM TOOK ( in hind sight BC OF YOU YOU FUCKING CUNT) hair wiped off her head teeth knocked out and jumpings rape etc ESPECIALLY AFTER SHE GOT HER BRAIN KNOCKED OUT YAL STILL RAPING HER SEXUALLY - LAWANDA WATCHING LETTING JT HALLEN - WHO THE MAN SHE MARRIED - LEE GARLINGTON ANPIMP WHO KICK HER OUT THE HOUSE DRUG HER FIRST AND PLAN NIGGAS AND BITCHES TO COME BY - TRYSHA MONEY BLAMING LAWANDA “they wana live like that” YEAH TRYSHA YOU FORCE EM FOR THE WHITE MAN AND DO THAT HOle DANCE IN FULL YOU STUPID BITCH AND STARTING ON TIARA BUT LEARNED W LEXI AND CONTINUED ON ME AND UR MOM STUPID BITXH. TRIBE GON FUCK YOU UP BC YOU KNEW IN YA GUT IT WAS WRONG YOU WAS AROUND IN FULL WATCHING OUR FAMILY YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH AND THE SAME DUMB SHIT BE HAPPENING - ME 3 on the skates before gilbriona died - MY LAST TIME LIVING W YAL - U KNOW HOW THE SAME GO CRYSTAL TOO AND FUCKTARD A’SHA EMMA TOLD YOU HOW SHE MAKE RENT N MATERIAL MONEY “we just sell cashay and pimp Darniece for her adoptive mom we slaves and don’t talk about it”

IM KILLING ALL OF YOU JUST KNOW NO STREET OR LEGAL PROTECTION FOR YOU. TIARA COVERED BUT SHES OUT OF THE FAMILY FOR WHAT YOU HAD HER DO W LAWANDA AND LIE ON ABOUT ME - U THE FUCKING PERVERT TRYSHA. A FULL ON FUCKING LEE GARLINGTON DO DUMB SHIT IN MURDER UR FAMILY FOR MONEY - BRANDY CAR ACCIDENT ( fit it how YOU need ho)

SO I FORGIVE DARNIECE BC YOU KNOCKED HER FUCKING BRAIN IN FULL LIKE YOU TRYING TO DO ME. MY MOM TOOK ON A MISSION IN FULL AFTER GILBRIONA TO BRING PEACE AND COPESTETICNESS BACK TO BOTH SIDES OF EVERYTHING FIGHTING AND YOU AND URS JUST ON THE BACK END MANIPULATIVE LIKE YOU ARE WITH ME - WHY WE ROPED YOU INTO SIN - PASSED OVER FAMILY TELLING HER “hold on ur lil one gon fuck the game up” - DARNIECE LIKE ME AND GRANNY PUSHED THEMSELVES A LIL FURTHER BC WE TOUGH BUT WHEN WE SAID WE WAS TIRED AND NEEDED A BREAK YOU NIGGAS LAID W THE COLPRIT AND LOST THE FUCKING MESSAGES - 2pac triple down back ends for pussy “now we can see what this come about an white pussy or young pussy piping up w kids wtf” - WE STUCK N WHITE MAN WON TIL CASHAY BECOME OF AGE TO STEP INTO HER DESTINY IN FULL AND GRANNY LAWANDA AND DARNIECE AND LEXI SACRIFICE AND NIPSEY THEY LIFE - LET YAL KILL EM TO PISS ME THE FUCK OFF TO LEES PERSPECTIVE BUT THE GOAL WAS GOING TO THE OTHER SIDE AND OVER SEEING MY FUCKING PROTECTION IN FULL ON MY PART OF THIS MISSION CAUSE FAMILIES ARE TIRED OF LEE SLOPPY BULLSHIT ALL OVER THE FUCKING WORLD. - U BUTAINED MY FUCKING BRAIN AND I TAKE OWNER SHIP BC AGAIN GODS PLAN AND IM RESPONSIBLE UNLIKE YOU - BUT WHAT IM NOT GOING TO DO AND NOR IS MY FAMILY WHO KEPT THE POINT ALIVE IN OUR FAMILY FUEL TO END THE BEEF IS TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE PARTS YOU DID IN FULL TO FUCK UP YOUR LIFE MINE AND OTHERS.

- WHEN THE FUCK YOU GON GROW UP LEE AND FINALLY BE A FUCKING MOM.. bc what ur doing right now IS NOT GIVING YOURE SANE IN ANYWAY… you got Darniece to a point of HOW YOU DEEMED AMY AS A DOWN SYNDROME NEEDING EXTRA CARE BUT SHE WAS STILL GOOD AND GREAT WHEN I WATCHED HER - ABLE TO DO FOR HERSELF EVEN COOK HER SOUP ON THE STOVE - NATALIE ARC when I volunteered.

GRANNY YGRAVE PHOTO YOU SAID DARNIECE DID THAT SHIT - GRANNY WHY THE FUCK WOULD MOM FUCK UP HER OWN FAMILY GRAVE SIGHT - LEE WON IN PUSHING GRANNY AND DARNIECE AWAY FROM EACH OTHER UNTIL DARNIECE CAME HOME WHEN I WAS 15 and granny got on her biggie and sacrificed her life BUT LEFT A VERBAL BLUE PRINT FOR ALL MY UNCLES - LOVE LOTS GOT BACK ON TRACK AFTER OR BEFORE LEXI BUT LEE GOT GILBERT FUCKING UP LAWANDA FOR TRYSHA DUMBASS - WE LET LAWANDA DIE BC SHE GOT LOST IN THE MISSION AND THE SPIRIT SIDE OF FAMILY NEEDA STRAIGHTEN HER PAIN OUT TO DISCIPLINE SO SHE CAN KILL TRYSHA FOR TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HER - THE ONLY ONE TO LEGALLY KILL LEE BC AGAIN TIME AND TIME YOU WERE TOLD LEAVE MY FUCKING FAMILY ALONE ( and Yal made it soley a race thing) IS BC THE MILITARY WARNED YOU CUNTS - VICTOR AND WESTLY to stop. ( but you said they black we white let’s find a way to continue slavery but befriend em)

So - GOD YOU DIE LOGICALLY. HI LAPD MAC ARMS WE LLVE YOU SWEETS - SREET LIFE INCLUDED - RESTORATION OF THE REAL TRUTH AND MEANING OF MORE FUCKING LIFE LEE DONT GET TO ENJOY AND ALL THOSE WHO SAT BACK END WILLINGLY TORTURING ME AND THEIR FAMILY FOR THIS STUPID BROKE BITCH LEE GARLINGTON

- IF YOU GET IT WE LOVE YOU IF NOT I GOTA SACRIFICE YOU BC YOU LETTING ME KNOW UR MENTAL NOT THERE AND UR HEART GON FAIL AND JEPPRDIZE MORE INNOCENT PPL ON THW LONG RUN OR MAKE A HANEOUS CRIMAL MOVE ON AN “enemy” without checking the facts in full - SNOOP STANDING ON BUSINESS IN FULL W HOW HE DO - THANKS TELEPATHIC passedover but THE GIFTS OF THE CLAIRES YOU CANT TAKE FROM US - A NIGGA GOT LOGIC YOU JEALOUS OF SHAUNTE AND LEE GARLINGTON PAULA FUCKTARD BARTON* KIMBERLY W TRISTAN POPS MALIK* 1/2 and jenesse - whatever day i met him SF TALK make sense 2020 BUT AGAIN MY WALL FACE TO FACE NOT HERE BUT YOU PUSHING ME LEE TO TRY AND GET ME TO BE OR ACT OR DO SOMETHING VERY BIG AND STUPID - IF IM ARRESTED OR SHOT AT ITS SNIPERS FOLLOWING “your” killers for me AND WE SHOOT FASTER YOU ASS WIPE AND ARRESTING ME COST THE WHOLE FUCKING GOVERMENT SYATEM - HELLO WRONGFUL HOMELESS A MAJOR ARRESTING FOR A yr - DETECTIVES YOU JUST NOW REALIZING THAT - MEN N BLACK TAKE OVER - THEY STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU IN ALL YO FAMILIES 💋💋💋 hiiiii AUTHENTIC MEs - trysha you cud have played but you a full India Retardation westbrooks WARREN. Just lying to Angela cause you fucked my mom Darniece AND MY DAD TO GET KIDS WHO LOOK LIKE ME - Morgan Westbrook was there. ASS WIPES “ I need a jr cashay” BITCH FUCK YOU.

- WHEN PHYSICAL MEETS SPIRITUAL AND THE WORLD ENDS. 🙂🖕 from yo kids BC WHY DIDNT YOU DO BETTER - U SAW THE DECLINE IN THE WORLD TRUMP PRESIDENCY AND YAL STILL SAID “let me have kids I’m famous or wealthy doesn’t apply to me - keeps doing crime but wana be called a good parent 🫤”

IM TAKING YO INNCENT AND CLEANSING THEY HAPPINESS AND LETTING YO DEAD FAMILY SNATCH YOU TF UP CRY BABY BITCHES. DO THE DUMB SHIT KNOW ITS WRONG ( add it how it fit cause logic or feeling U KNEW BETTER KEHALNI HOWARD) but still kept on 🫤) … so now you mad for giving you for what you wanted CONSEQUENCES TO UR 1/2 thought thru FULL WRONG ACTIONS

Well that makes no sense to me why would god coddle yo mistakes WHERE IN THE BIBLE IT SAY THAT!!?? - I FORGIVE TOU BUT I CANNOT LWT YOU PARTAKE IN KINGDOM OF HEAVEN BC HOW YOU MADE UR OWN AND DESTROYED UR FAMILY HAPPINESS AS A WHOLE AND EVEN PRESSED UR OWN MISERY ON SOMEONE ELSE KNOWING IT WAS WRONG - COWS BRAIN CYCLE HOW WE GOT HERE - U WANTED A WORLD W NO LOGIC TO HAPPINESS I TRIED WARNING YOU YOU KEPT KILLING ME I FINALLY GAVE IN NOW WE HERE CUZ IT NEED TO BE CUT BEFORE IT GETS ANY WORSE - LAST MEN STANDING MY FULL BRED ALIEN FAMILY - TRYSHA YOU NOT IT YOU NOT EVEN HALF YOU FUCKING FULL BRED HUMAN. - WHO ALL GOT LEGITIMATE HIV AIDS. AND INCURABLE DISEASE- NOT TALKING CANCER.

But then again celebrities do that lying cause they ashamed “I got cancer / alopecia” bc they too ashamed to say AIDS

DWIGHT VIDAL SASSOON HI SWEETIE NO DISRESPECT TO YOU WE LOVE A PERSON WHO OWNS IN FULL - YOU GET CLEANSED AND REINCARNATED AGAIN THANK YOU FOR BEING HONORABLE - YOU TO ME BUT ALSO ME TO YOU OUR SHORT TIME AT VIDAL 💋❤️

Lee I asked you HOW MANY TIMES SINCE OCT 9 FOR A FACE TO FACE CONVERSATION AND HOWARD YOU LET IT FALL WHEN I CAME OVER ASKING YOU TO TEXT TRISTAN “ I DONT have his number” NIGGA I GAVE YOU HIS NUMBER TO TALK ABOUT THE TRUCK - WHY YOU AINT SAY YOU DELETED IT - YOU N LEE GOT ANGer issues I KEEP MY SHIT LECEL HEADED EVEN WHEN YOU HIT ME - I THREW A GATORADE BOTTLE ONCE AT YOU LIVING IN THE HOUSE FOR FALLING FOR LEE SHIT AND GIVING ME THIS WHOLE “children should be seen n not heard” - KEHLANI WHYD YOU HAVE FUCKING KIDS TONI ROMANITI

Clearly you want to be a slave and an owner. SO BIG BANK ME CAPTURED UR ASS. - START OVER MY FUCKING WAY IN FULL - THE DEAD GON FUCK WITH YOU FOR FUCKING UP WHAT COULD HAVE BE HEAVENS UTOPIA SOONER.

- Lee wana be Satan so bad but gots not damn discipline so you just a fucking homeless peasant - I told you “you know you and Howard cud go homeless at 70 something for ANY reason” - and you pushing me to push you there - THAT WAS FEB 2024 and I ain’t know this was that deep yet or remember I for call the future - U BUTAINED MY FUCKING BRAIN AND MEMORIES OF 2021 ME GETTING MY CALLING - “laugh at cashay black ppl get powers Dec 21 2020 ��� - YEAH JUST CASHAY SO WHITE HOUSE LADIES KAMALA ILLEGALLY KILL CASHAY BARAK OVER SEEING AND REPORTING “ you sure you want to do that dumb shit WHEN SHES MARKED AS WHAT WITH THE MILITARY “ - A MASS WEAPON OF DESTRUCTION.

- CONGRATS FUCKTARDS. 🍾🥳🎉🎊🙌 GOD GET TO KILL.

[all-things-mlqc]

The five boys react to an overweight MC that works as a nutritionist but struggles a lot to lose weight? It might be strange but it happens sometimes. PLEASE!!! Btw, I love your work❤️

This was really fun to write about. Knowing that these guys are so supportive of MC and want to help her in any way possible with whatever she’s struggling with is just so sweet. 

Thank you for the love and support as well! 😭 I’m usually just memeing it up out here so writing HCs is very new for me but your support helps so much! I did meme a lot while writing this as well because what’s life without memes, so you can find all of my inner thoughts crossed out~ Hope you enjoy!

HC below the cut~

Gavin:

Gavin loves and supports MC through everything. He’s constantly watching and confronts her whenever he believes something is wrong.

After noticing her sulking at herself in the mirror, he asks what’s troubling her.

“Nothing really! You don’t need to worry about me.”

She gives him a small smile and turns away from the mirror.

He figured it had something to do with her figure given the way she was looking at herself.

He remembered her mentioning how even though she’s a nutritionist, she still struggled with her own weight.

She didn’t seem all that down back when mentioning it, but the expression she had in the mirror said otherwise.

He stood up from the sofa and asked if she wanted to go with him during his morning jog.

“Why would you want me to do that? I’d only slow you down.”

Gavin: I don’t mind. If it’ll help, then I’ll do anything I can.

This man isn’t one for small talk. He gets straight to the point. He observes, finds the problem and seeks out a solution. There was no need for MC to confirm his suspicions about wanting to lose weight; It was all in her expression.

“I don’t really want you to go out of your way for me... Besides, it’s important you don’t slack off with your training.”

Gavin: I wouldn’t be slacking off. Training with you would only make me work harder.

A NATURAL ROMANTIC BUT ALSO A FUCKING MORON WHO GAVE HER A BLOOD SOAKED LETTER. IM GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU YA DUMBASS

MC takes up on Gavin’s offer considering how adamant he was. He also didn’t seem concerned in the slightest about MC being a burden BECAUSE SHES LITERALLY THE LIGHT IN HIS LIFE AND WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HER

After they go jogging, they stop for a healthy meal of MCs choice because Gavin doesn’t know what food is. Have you seen his kitchen? INSTA NOODLES EVERYWHERE. Boy is literally the type to throw a lunchables on the dinner table and give thanks for his beloved meal. Omg nononono I’m thinking of all these sad things now about how Gavin was literally homeless for a while as a kid so he probably just got used to eating something small and simple every day. BYE IMMA GO CRY NOW

While eating, Gavin comes up with a few more ideas to help and offers to take her to his gym every other day.

They come up with a plausible schedule that could seem efficient to MC’s wish of losing weight.

This also gives MC the chance to make sure Gavin is taking care of himself as well.

Kiro:

Kiro and MC meet up when he finally has free time and manages to escape from Savin.

Like their normal days together, they end up walking around Loveland City, going to some sightseeing locations. They just enjoy each other’s company.

When stopping to buy a snack, Kiro grabs two bags of chips and beams up at MC only to see her forced smile. He immediately gets concerned given how positive she always is.

Kiro: Are you ok? What’s on your mind?

“No, it’s nothing. I’m just trying to narrow down on the amount of junk food I eat.”

Kiro: Why is that? You’ve always told me to live to the fullest.

“Well... I’m trying to lose some weight but it seems more problematic than I had originally thought.”

With MC looking ashamed of how little progress she has made thus far, Kiro places both bags back on the shelf with a bright smile.

Kiro: Well if we both work together then there’s no chance we could lose this fight! Besides, Savin has been at my throat lately considering the mount of junk food I’ve been eating recently too.

“Kiro...”

MC stared at Kiro, dumbfounded, who seemed so positive. This gave MC a boost of confidence, herself.

She quietly thanked him while giving him a genuine smile.

They spent the whole day doing fun activities. In a way, this was part of Kiro’s plan to help MC. He knew how much this mattered to her so he wanted to keep a smile on her face while secretly help her from the shadows.

It’s honestly what he does best. It’s hard to tell in the game since we don’t get to see every expression he makes or how he reacts to things, but take a good look at his reactions in the anime. You can see how serious he really is behind his happy facade.

He continues to silently help her every time they spend time together as well as send her encouraging texts and reminders.

Nobody is more positive and encouraging than Kiro~

Lucien:

Lucien knows everything nutritionists know, let’s be real. This man was a child prodigy who skipped half of his school life, going straight to college.

He knows EXACTLY what MC needs. The one problem is, so does MC.

She knows what she needs to do but doesn’t have the kind of support she needs. She easily becomes discouraged when things don’t work out after trying so hard.

Luckily, Lucien is also a wonderful supporter minus when he just “what’s a magic? Don’t know em. No thoughts. Head empty. Only science and death”. Uhu then what do you call that flying cop outside the window? Where’s your science behind that? Lucien: “Well you see, there is a certain DNA mutation that—“ DO NOT ANSWER THAT YOU FOOL I KNOW ITS SCIENCE BUT MAGIC IS EASIER TO ACCEPT RN BECAUSE MY BRAIN GO BRRR

But considering it’s MCs health, he is very supportive and even explains that many people struggle with the same problem. There’s not exactly any problem with how someone looks unless it is overall affecting their health for the worse but he will gladly help MC if she wishes to lose weight.

Knowing that Lucien views it this way immediately gives MC more confidence.

An enormous amount of stress has been lifted off her shoulders which will ultimately help her reach her goal.

Lucien comes up with a solid workout plan and diet that is easy for MC to follow and even offers to make her some special meals to help with weight loss because Bill Nye over here has the solution to everything

I also highkey imagined him whispering in her ear like the first day they met that if she follows his plan without any casualties, he would give her special rewards and yes I do mean THOSE kind of rewards because this man is K I N K Y. I don’t even like him, I blame my friend who’s constantly giving me these ideas about him. You’re lucky you’re a bitch or I’d probably be on the floor for you too.

Victor:

Victor’s biggest struggle is vulnerability. He is very blunt and says what comes to his mind without always thinking it through.

Because of this, he upsets MC when talking about her weight.

He meant no harm from whatever he may have said but notices MC’s sorrowful expression after lifting his eyes from the papers on his desk to meet her gaze.

He immediately acknowledges what he had done and puts everything away for the day, offering to take her to Souvenir.

“What..?”

Victor: I’m done for the day. If you don’t have anything else to do, you can come with me.

“But why?”

Victor: You’re still you regardless of your weight, but if it’s something you want to change, I’ll help.

The man wanted to tell her she’s beautiful and amazing no matter what, but hahaha we all know this man can’t compliment for the life of him. Jkjk he can but like I said before, v u l n e r a b i l i t y. He struggles with expressing his true feelings.

MC responds with pure shock on her face,

“Really?? You’d help me?”

Victor: Only an idiot would ask a question like that. You should count on me more when you’re struggling with something like this.

Baka this baka that. If I don’t add it somewhere, than this whole HC isn’t accurate at all. All you thirsty Victor hoes go watch his baka clip if you want more *spray bottles*

He tidies up his desk and grabs his coat, heading towards the door while MC stumbles over her thoughts.

He only stops halfway out the door to look back over his shoulder at MC.

Victor: Well?

“I— I’m coming!”

She rushes over and follows him out the door.

Victor ends up making MC a delicious and healthy meal, one he knows is a special meal for a weight loss diet.

Cooking was never that important to him. He only learned because of the little girl he once knew. But now... Now he has a new reason to continue cooking.

That girl had come back to him and he would do anything in his power to make her happy.

Shaw:

He watches MC intently as she talks about how difficult it is for her.

Right before MC finishes, he places her on his skateboard and takes off without giving her time to protest.

She shouts in fear ofc. Why wouldn’t she. I’m terrified every time the game says he puts mc on his skateboard just—

Shaw chuckles with amusement in her ear and then tells her to push off with her own feet.

“ARE YOU INSANE?” yes, yes he is

Shaw: I won’t let you fall but I won’t stop until you push.

“Fine fine!”

With the help of Shaw keeping her steady, she’s able to smoothly push off the skateboard a few times.

After getting the hang of it, there’s a slight smile taking place of her feared expression from before.

Shaw’s expression, however, doesn’t change in the slightest. That teasing smirk rests on his face as she continues to push them down the park sidewalk.

As they reach the main road, she yells back to Shaw when the skateboard doesn’t slow down.

“Shaw—!”

It’s all she managed to get out as the fear she once had returned again.

MC shut her eyes with panic as the street grew closer and closer, only to feel an arm wrap around her as the cold wind hitting her face dissipated.

When her eyes opened, she saw Shaw giving her the same mocking smirk he always wears. However, his eyes showed signs of gentleness he doesn’t often express.

He offers her one of his skateboards for workout purposes as well as being her workout partner.

MCs chuckles out of amusement from the idea of HER riding a skateboard by herself. totally a reason why Shaw made this offer. He feeds off of entertainment.

She politely declines his offer of skateboarding but hesitantly asks if he would help her in other ways.

The question needs no thought from Shaw but he doesn’t want her to know he made up his mind to help long ago. ah yes, his one weakness as well, vulnerability

Shaw: I suppose being of assistance to you may turn out entertaining.

MC: Is that all I am to you? A source of entertainment?

She pouts at him half jokingly but he pays no mind to it as he kicks up his skateboard and continues walking ahead while suggesting a few things they can do to help with weight loss. Daring but not enough to scare her away. He actually wants to help but needs her to comply with his suggestions

Shaw is the type to help those he cares for without making it obvious. He believes personal relationships is a weakness for someone like him so he always keeps people at arms length; He always wants a possible way out for when he has to push people away.

While this is true, he’s also struggled with vulnerability his whole life. Considering the type of person his father was, growing up with a man like that not only puts pressure on Shaw, but also forms this broken and terrified personality under his overconfident facade.

Someone please just hold this man, he’s trying his best and needs healing

Their solution for MC is to try some fun activities together. Fun enough for MC to believe that Shaw isn’t going out of his way for her but also not as extreme to the point where MC won’t participate.

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YAAAA hello!! sydney killing eli was definitely a WTF LMAOOO and like bro. me too. i was SO surprised. or would've been. if i hadn't spoiled myself lol. i mean at least it's not over for victor but! he probably doesn't care and will sulk over his lack of purpose and loss of eli now. the bitch. the simp. the WEENIS man. dr haverty is mad scientist to the max i think he was super cool but also subtlety plot devicey. isn't everyone in vengeful. his vaccine can only last victor so long, he'll have to run out someday. i forgot how much victor took with him but let's hope its enough to last him 5+ years! (i guess maybe 6 because we're not getting victorious as expected this year, and instead getting fragile threads of power on the date we expected to get victorious. oh well. we will continue waiting) i'm super excited but also definitely dreading victorious because if ve schwab gives us a bad (bad not as in sad, but as in Bad) ending then i'm going to. if ve schwab doesn't make evervale canon in some way or the other i will throw up and sob! but i expect at least another year before we get victorious so i don't have to do that. yet. im excited for syd & mitch hunting victor down - and eon not so much. im guessing eon might take a backseat and be a background thing but who knows, maybe itll play a major role in victorious LMAO ! eli is definitely being brought back. i know syd will give in eventually like its very predictable. i didn't like marcella because she fell kind of ? flat for me? she was just fucking around and having fun and being a plot device but she didn't really have a whole ton of nuance. i didn't enjoy it very much either. i also hated jonathan and june and their whole ass group. i forgot june's plot relevance at all and i forgot everything about jonathan's character besides just being There. victor and eli working together to take down marcella was delicious !!! gave us a taste of what could have been and it sent me. ive ascended. goodbye . thinking about the what ifs about if victor had just... waited for eli to help him. i need to read a fic. i need to write a fic i followed u back!! i need vicious moots BAD and its super fun talking about it with people. villains is just a certain flavour of cereal that my brain cannot get tired of

hi guys if you guys have read/are reading vicious by ve schwab and are willing to be unhinged with me about it you are legally obligated to marry me

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Tale as Old As Time - Chapter 5

Rami!Prince Adam x Reader

Summary: A prince cursed. A young woman aching for adventure. The classic tale of seeing beauty within.

Word Count: 4.6k

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A/N: The grand finale! Thanks to everyone who has supported and loved this story!

Warning(s): Mild descriptions of violence

Moodboard

Prologue  Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4

Chapter 5 here we go!!!

When you arrived home, the windows of the house were dark, save your father’s bedroom. You released Dotty into the pasture and flew inside. You already heard your father coughing. 

“Papa!” you cried as you burst into his room.

Your father was lying in bed, barely conscious. He didn’t acknowledge your entrance. You went to his side and took his hand. His skin was as cold as ice.

“Papa?” you whispered, looking desperately at his tired face. “Papa, it’s me. I’m home.”

“Y/N?” came a voice from the doorway.

You looked up and saw Lyle standing there. He had a bowl of something steaming on a tray, but he nearly dropped it upon seeing you.

“Lyle!” you sighed gratefully. “Please, tell me what’s going on with my father.”

“I’m afraid it’s taken a turn for the worse,” he said. “It’s odd, since his sickness isn’t very aggressive. But it could be the stress of losing you and his confrontation with Victor.”

Your brow furrowed. “What?”

Lyle explained to you that after you left, and Paul returned, he had gone straight to the village, looking frantic. He ran into Victor, who decided at that moment to talk to Paul about the marriage. He gathered the whole town into the square and announced your engagement. But Paul retaliated. He publicly stated that he had not given his blessing to the marriage and did not approve of the match. Then he said you had been taken captive by some monster living in the old palace. He asked all the men to gather their weapons and follow him there to rescue you. Unfortunately, no one believed the story. 

“No one believed him?” you questioned.

Lyle raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, it’s not true, is it?”

“It is true!” you insisted. “Only, he’s not really a monster. He may look frightening, but he’d never hurt anybody.”

The pharmacist’s eyes went wide. “Y/N, you can’t be serious! You must realize how this sounds -”

“Well, then what do people think happened to me?” you wondered.

“They just thought you’d gotten lost,” he explained. “Victor told us you had gone to the big city. He led a search party for you, and they looked for weeks, but eventually, most of them assumed the worst. However, Victor has continued to look daily.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Are you really going to marry him?” Lyle asked.

You shook your head. “No, I couldn’t now. Not when I…” you trailed off. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t love Victor and I’ve decided to end our engagement.”

“That’s a relief,” Lyle said. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

You smiled at him. Afterward, Lyle told you to get some rest after your journey, and that he would keep an eye on your father. As you crawled into your bed, the difference was clear. This didn’t really feel like home anymore. You missed Rami and the castle now just as much as you’d missed your father when you were there. Your heart was torn in two.

Rami had given up on sleep. He remained sadly next to the rose, watching as the petals wilted and fell. He let out a soft whimper. He missed you so much already and it had only been a day. How did he expect to go on with his life now that he had known you? Now that he had lost you? It seemed impossible.

The next day, you woke and went to make yourself some breakfast. You opted for your preserves. Lyle emerged from your father’s room.

“How is he today?” you asked.

“Much the same,” Lyle said. “I’m sorry I don’t have better news, Y/N.”

“It’s alright,” you sighed, though you knew it was a lie. “Can I make you some breakfast?”

“Sure,” he agreed.

You opened the jar. Your father had already been into it, apparently, but you stopped and stared at it. They were grossly discolored. 

“That’s odd,” you said. “I made these to last all winter. This is a relatively fresh jar. How could it be spoiled already?”

Lyle shrugged. “It was your first try at it. Don’t be too upset you got one wrong.”

“I didn’t get it wrong,” you insisted. “I know I did everything right.”

“Y/N, don’t be stubborn, anyone could have made a mistake,” he replied.

You frowned at him, but he ignored you. You went to get a new jar and you used that instead. 

You and Lyle cared for your father all day. There was no improvement. You were suspicious of this rapid development of new symptoms. Symptoms he had never shown before. Fever, chills, nausea, and delirium. Paul would call for you as you stood beside him, completely unaware that you were home. He hardly noticed Lyle either. Another hopeless feeling came over you. For a distraction, you went to begin dinner. Lyle agreed to stay for the meal, since you were certain your father had no more money to pay him.

Just as you were placing the soup in front of Lyle, the front door opened. There stood Victor, who was taken aback by the sight of you.

“What are you doing here?” you demanded, putting your hands on your hips.

“Y/N!” Victor cried, shifting into his normal, annoying disposition. “I’m so happy you’re safe and home! I was just coming to check on Paul.”

He started to cross the room - arms open - but you dodged the embrace. You doubted every word he said. Victor was vain and proud, and he would have no kindness toward someone who had humiliated him.  

“Victor, we need to talk,” you said. “I heard about what happened with my father, and I think we should clarify some things.”

His brow furrowed. “I...alright.”

You led him outside to spare Lyle the discomfort of having to witness your break up. Victor seemed agitated, like you’d just caught him in the middle of something. You pushed this observation to the back of your mind. Victor was almost always up to something.

“I agree that our engagement needs clarification, Y/N,” he began, resuming his usual air of arrogance. “Your father had everyone confused. Especially with all that talk of a beast.”

“Well, whether or not you believe in the beast doesn’t bother me,” you said. “My father was right. I’m not going to marry you.”

His eyes went wide. Something flashed behind them, so quickly you almost missed it. His whole face shifted. He looked dangerous.

“What?” he returned.

“I’m taking back my acceptance,” you said. “What I’ve learned these last few months being away is that I need to live my life for me. I won’t imprison myself by becoming your wife.”

He scowled. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” you said assuredly, trying to conceal how frightened you were. 

He looked sharply away, releasing a low breath, before facing you again. 

“Who is he?” he questioned.

“Who is who?” you shot back.

“The other man, Y/N!” he shouted. “There’s someone else, I know it!”

“It’s no longer your concern, Victor!” you returned. 

A beat passed and you collected yourself. 

“Good day,” you said calmly, and started back inside.

You didn’t get very far. Victor snatched your wrist and yanked you back toward him. You yelped in surprise and the sudden pain from his twisting your arm. He grabbed a fistful of your hair with his free hand, and his nails scraped your scalp. You winced as he forced your face within inches of his own.

“You really were at the palace, weren’t you?” he said. “The beast your father spoke of is real, isn’t it?”

“Let me go,” you replied, struggling against his grip. 

“Isn’t it?!” he demanded.

Fear struck your heart. You had never seen such a wild, inhuman look in Victor’s eyes before. He was crazed.

“I - it’s true,” you admitted. 

He laughed a mirthless, empty laugh. “You are just pathetic. Don’t tell me you love this beast!”

“He’s not a beast, Victor!” you snapped, gaining courage for Rami. “He’s a prince!”

“A prince, is he?” he mocked. “Don’t be ridiculous. The prince was killed by the same monster that killed the king and queen.”

“The only monster I see is you!”

He glowered at you and brought your face close to his again. 

“I’ll have you for my wife, Y/N,” he spat. “And I will eliminate anyone who gets in my way.”

You felt his breath hot on your face.

“By the way, how’s your father been enjoying his breakfast?” he sneered. 

Your eyes went wide as a chill ran up your spine.

“You poisoned him?!” you gasped.

“I will eliminate anyone who gets in my way,” he repeated. “But I can see my methods with your father are far too time consuming. I will remove the beast much faster.”

He glanced at his sword.

“I won’t let you!” you cried, and tried once again to wrench yourself free. You could only wince as his grip tightened.

“You can’t stop me,” he said.

With that, he began to drag you toward the cellar. You fought fiercely against him, but he was too strong. He hurled you down into the darkness. You scrambled to your feet and tried to charge back up the stairs, but the cellar doors were slammed in your face. You heard him slide the wood through the handles to lock it.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, you’ll live in the palace again when I buy it,” he said. “And you’ll remember who you really belong to with the beast’s head mounted on our wall.”

You sucked in a sharp breath. As Victor’s evil laughter died down and you heard him gallop away on his horse, your mind began working on ways to get out. You could call for help, but Lyle would not be able to hear you from the house. Your father made the cellar soundproof years ago so he would not disturb you while you read. This was the first time you had ever regretted it.

You put your hands in front of you and began to make your way slowly through the darkness. It was pitch black in the cellar, which only heightened your panic. You had to do something to get out. You had to reach Rami before Victor did.

Rami left his room for the first time since you left, that evening. He had no real destination in mind, but the sight of the rose was beginning to make him ill. It felt like looking at his own doom.

He found that a stroll around the castle didn’t help his gloomy mood. Everything now reminded him of you. He passed the library and peeked through the doors, half expecting to see you asleep at one of the tables. Only, it was empty. He went to the dining room and recalled the first time you had dined together after learning his name. It felt so quiet now without your voice. As he went past the ballroom where he had danced with you, just nights ago, a sharp pang hit his heart. With a low growl, he slammed the doors shut.

“Prince Rami?” asked Mrs. Carson. “I know you’re not alright, so I won’t ask that. But I will ask this - is there anything we can do for you?”

Rami shook his head. “Nothing matters now.”

She sighed and watched him walk on, heading back toward the west wing.

“Would you like to take a turn around the garden, sir?” she called after him, but he didn’t answer. “Prince Rami?”

He ignored her again and then disappeared down the corridor. She shook her head. As she turned to go back to her own room, she saw Daisy coming down the hall.

“Mrs. Carson, would it be alright if I went down to the village once a week?” she asked. “I know Y/N had to go, but I’d really like to continue my lessons with her. D’you think she’ll still have me?”

Mrs. Carson smiled. “Of course she would, Daisy. I think we can spare you once a week.”

“You don’t think the master will mind?” she wondered.

“Not at all,” Mrs. Carson assured her. “He wants you to learn, and he can eat sandwiches for his meals one day out of seven.”

Daisy beamed. “Could I go down to the village tonight? To check with Y/N?”

“Sure,” Mrs. Carson said. “You may take the guest horse down. But I’d suggest staying the night with Y/N if you can. It’ll be late by the time you get there.”

“Alright,” Daisy agreed. “Will you tell the master?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Carson!”

She took off down the hall. Mrs. Carson chuckled to herself. Perhaps Daisy would be a reason for you to return, if Rami was not enough.

The housekeeper continued her rounds. She was putting some linens away when she heard a scream from the main entrance of the castle. She jumped, dropping the linens, but took off in the direction of the cry. She was not far, and when she arrived moments later, she understood. Thomas was sprawled out by the front door, bleeding from his head. Anna was beside him, in tears.

“Oh, Mrs. Carson, look!” she cried. “Something awful has happened!”

Mrs. Carson knelt down and patted Thomas’s cheek.

“Thomas!” she said desperately. “Thomas, are you alright?”

Anna put her fingers to his neck. 

“He has a pulse,” she said. “So he’s alive, just knocked out.”

“But who would have done this?” Mrs. Carson wondered. 

“Look!” Anna gasped, and pointed to the tile floor. 

Mrs. Carson followed her finger and then she saw it. Large, dusty boot prints. 

“Someone’s here,” Mrs. Carson said grimly.

Anna gulped.

Rami was in his room when he heard Anna scream. He left there and headed toward the stairs to investigate. Only, he was brought to a halt when he saw someone he did not recognize standing in the hallway. His hackles rose and he started to growl.

“Who are you?” Rami demanded. “You’re not welcome here!”

The man was tall and handsome. And his clothes indicated he had some money. Not royalty money, but enough to afford finer fabrics. He swiftly unsheathed his sword and brandished it.

“I’m Y/N’s fiance,” the man said. “You will no longer terrorize this palace.”

Rami froze. Fiance? You had never mentioned a fiance - or any other man in your life besides your father. Since when were you engaged? 

“Fiance?” he questioned.

The man began to laugh. “My name is Victor Prouvaire, foul beast. For my dear Y/N’s honor….”

The man continued to speak, but Rami didn’t hear him. All he could feel was that his heart was impossibly more broken than when you left. He was suffocating all of a sudden. His eyes stung with fresh tears. You were engaged. To a handsome, strong, rich man.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he almost didn’t catch Victor charging at him. Rami quickly dove to the side, narrowly avoiding the stroke of Victor’s sword. Rami turned and ran back toward his room. 

Meanwhile, you were still locked in the cellar. The only thing you had managed to find was your father’s rubber mallet. You were whacking away at the doors, but the block holding them shut was stronger than the swing of your arm. You were already out of breath and sweating. 

“Come on!” you shouted as you gave it one more thwack.

Nothing happened. Exhausted you sank to your knees. 

“Oh, no,” you whispered to yourself. “Rami, I’m so sorry.”

You sat still for a moment, trying to think of any other solution or way out. Then you heard a slow clip clop of horses hooves. You thought at first that it was Victor, but the horse’s steps weren’t heavy enough to be his.

You only had one shot. You banged your fists against the door as hard as you could. 

“HEEEEEEELP!” you screamed. “HELP ME, PLEASE!”

“Y/N?”

The voice you heard could have knocked you off your feet with the relief it brought. 

“Daisy!” you cried. “Daisy, hurry, unlock the door!”

You heard the block slide out and then she tugged the doors up and open. You ran up the stairs and pulled her into the tightest hug you’d ever given anyone.

“Y/N, what’s happening?” she wondered. “Why were you locked in there?!”

“It’s a long story,” you said. “But we’ve got to get back to the palace as quick as we can, Rami’s in trouble.”

“W - what?!” she stammered. 

“There’s no time to explain, we’ve got to go now!” 

You quickly mounted her horse and helped her up behind you. She put her arms around your waist and you urged the horse forward. You galloped back into the woods with only one goal in mind - save Rami.

Rami was struggling to keep avoiding the swipe of Victor’s sword. He didn’t want to hurt Victor if he was someone you cared about, no matter how much it hurt Rami to think it.

Rami wanted to avoid his own room, so he led Victor into a guest room. There the struggle continued. Rami was dodging every stroke until he was backed against the window. Victor moved to lop Rami’s head off, but the prince ducked. Victor shattered the glass window, and Rami quickly jumped through it onto the balcony.

“What’s the matter, beast?” Victor taunted. “Too heartbroken to fight back?”

Rami didn’t answer. Mostly because it was true. He had no heart to fight. His heart was with you in the village. It would remain with you until his dying days.

“Did you really think she would love you?” Victor continued. “What woman could ever love you, when she could have me?”

Finally, Rami was backed up onto the railing of the balcony. He growled nervously. He had to make a move or risk falling to his death. With a snarl, he struck out with his paw. Victor had been drawing his sword back, so Rami hit him square in the jaw. Victor reeled back, and Rami moved to run past him back inside, but there was a crack of thunder. The sound caused Rami to lose his balance and he tumbled off the rail. 

He reacted quickly. He twisted around and snatched the rail in his paw. His hind legs just barely touched the roof of the room below. But rain began to spill from the heavy clouds above, making his grip on both things slippery. 

Victor got to his feet, a wicked gleam in his eye.

“Oh, I’ve got you right where I want you now, beast,” he said. “Y/N is mine!”

Thunder boomed and lightning flashed, lighting up Victor’s deranged face. He raised his sword over his head, preparing to deliver a devastating and deadly blow. Rami squeezed his eyes shut and thought only of you. If these were to be his last moments, he would remind himself of his dearest friend, and the only woman he ever loved.

“NO!” someone screamed.

Rami opened his eyes and looked up through the rain. You had cast yourself between him and Victor’s sword, and you were struggling with the man, pushing him back away from the balcony.

Rami took this moment to heave himself up. He was astonished to see you, but pleased. He was even more grateful that you were there to protect him. Victor dislodged himself from you and shoved you hard to the ground. Rami saw red and let out a roar as he threw himself at Victor. 

Victor, caught unaware by Rami, dropped his sword. You grabbed it and walked over to where Rami had Victor pinned to the floor. You pointed the sword at Victor’s throat.

“Get out,” you said. “You are never to come near me or Rami again, do you understand?”

“I understand,” Victor said reluctantly. 

You glanced at Rami. He met your gaze and nodded. He released Victor, who got to his feet. You hurled the sword over the balcony. Victor gasped when you did.

“You can’t use it to threaten anyone else,” you said. “Now leave us alone.”

Victor looked between you and Rami and with a huff, started to walk away. You and Rami only had eyes for each other.

“He said he was your fiance,” Rami began.

“He was,” you admitted. “But I called off the engagement.”

Rami took your hands in his paws and pressed them to his face. His warm, soft face.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “Is your father alright?” 

“He will be,” you said. “Once I tell the pharmacist to treat him for poisoning.”

“Y/N, are you seri -”

He was cut short when Victor appeared again, this time with a dagger, which he plunged right into Rami’s side. You let out a scream of horror as he howled and reared back, inadvertently taking Victor with him. Victor stumbled when Rami thrashed, and then the former hit the balcony rail. Fearing Rami would topple over it, you grabbed his arm and pulled him toward you. 

Victor, however, was not so fortunate. He slipped on the wet stones, went over the railing, and was not long or quick enough to recover and grab on to something. You heard his yell fade as he fell into the darkness.

You eased Rami down to the ground, cradling his head in your lap. His labored breathing frightened you.

“Easy, Rami,” you said soothingly. 

“I - I’m so happy you came back,” he panted. 

“Don’t talk now,” you replied gently. “Just hold on while I get you some help.”

You started to get up.

“No!” he protested, keeping you to him. “Don’t leave me. Please.”

You turned your head and shouted for Mrs. Carson, hoping she could hear you.

“Just hold on, Rami,” you went on.

“Y/N, I need to...I nee...there’s something I must tell you,” he said.

“Don’t worry about that right now,” you returned, adjusting his jacket to cover him tighter. “You’ll have plenty of time to tell me.”

He shook his head. A lump appeared in your throat as your lower lip quivered.

“Rami, please,” you whimpered. “Don’t leave me. Please…”

He offered a weak, shaky smile. “I’m j-just happy I could see you...one more time…”

“Rami…” his name fell feebly from your lips.

“Y/N…” he breathed.

His eyes closed softly. His head slumped to his right. His chest stilled.

“Rami,” you said, clutching handfuls of his shirt. Tears slid down your cheeks. “Rami, don’t leave me.” 

You became frantic. “Rami, please! Please!”

You tried to shake him, but he was too large and too far gone. You didn’t hear Mrs. Carson, Anna, and Daisy approach - they had put Thomas to bed - and they watched you call for their master. Daisy clapped a hand over her mouth. Anna looked away. Mrs. Carson had tears down her own cheeks. 

“Rami,” you sobbed. “I love you.”

You rested your head on his chest and wept openly. It seemed impossible that you should lose him now when you had come so far. Rami had become your best friend and the love of your life. He saw you for who you were - as more than a pretty face. And you saw him for who he was - a kind, gentle, and generous prince. It couldn’t be true that he was gone.

“Girl,” said a smooth, sultry voice from above you.

You looked up and saw the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. She was gold and glowing. You might have mistaken her for an angel if the air around her didn’t suddenly feel dangerous.

“Do you speak truly when you say you love this creature?” she asked.

“He’s not a creature,” you returned defensively. “He’s a prince.” You paused to take a deep breath. “And the love of my life.”

The woman opened her hands and between them appeared the rose from Rami’s room. It had just one more petal. You watched with bated breath as it came loose and flitted down. The rose lost the pink hue around it. 

“The curse is broken,” she said. “Just in time.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, realizing who she was. The enchantress who had done this to Rami in the first place.

“You’re horrible,” you spat. “It’s not just in time. It’s much too late.”

She smirked at you and it sent a chill up your spine.

“Not quite, girl.”

The rose stem turned to bright pink dust in her hands. Then it all turned gold. The particles fell over Rami like fresh snow. They then sank into his fur. A soft glow began peeking through, as if coming from inside him, and his body began to rise off the ground. 

“Stand back,” the enchantress instructed you.

You hesitantly released your hold on Rami and got to your feet. Mrs. Carson  took your arm and pulled you over to them. All eyes were fixed on Rami’s slowly ascending form. The glow inside him grew brighter, and then beams of light emerged from all over him - his mouth, his eyes, the tips of his fingers and toes. You gasped as you watched his body contort and change with the movement of the light. His paws turned into human hands, his back legs turned to human ones, his shoulders shrunk and lost the hair, his face was completely engulfed in light. The wind picked up and then Rami was returning to the ground. He was smaller than before, and had lost his coat. He was a fully formed man.

He lay still for a moment on the ground, and you feared that it hadn’t worked. You were too frightened to approach. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding when he finally stirred, pushed himself onto his knees, and then rose to his full height. He examined himself and a smile formed over his lips. He whipped around to face you.

“Y/N?” he questioned.

He was so handsome. He had smooth skin. A strong jaw. Thick, curly, dark hair that reminded you a lot of the fur you had become so familiar with. His body was lean and healthy. He looked like a hero to you.

Mrs. Carson gave you a nudge toward him. You inched over.

“Y/N, it’s me,” he said, holding out his hand.

With a full stride, you came closer, reaching out for him as well. When your hands clasped, you felt his warm skin for the first time. He pulled you slowly forward until you were face to face.

“Rami?”

He looked deeply into your eyes and nodded. Those beautiful eyes you had come to know were there. You saw behind them the Rami you loved.

“It really is you!” you cried.

You threw yourself into his arms. He spun you around and you laughed together in celebration. Your heart felt so light, it could have floated right out of your chest. When he set you down, he cupped your face in his hands.

“I love you,” you said again.

“I love you more,” he returned.

With that, he kissed you. A passionate, jubilant, true love’s kiss. Neither of you noticed the enchantress disappear from the balcony. Daisy, Anna, and Mrs. Carson were all dabbing their eyes.

“Mrs. Carson, are they going to live happily ever after?” Daisy asked.

“I believe so,” Mrs. Carson sniffled.

You and Rami giggled at each other, cheeks aching from all the smiling. Then, you kissed your handsome prince once more. As you would do for the rest of your days.

***

With Rami returned to himself, you went to the village to get your father. Rami paid for him to be treated, and cured, with a doctor coming to check on him periodically to be sure. The villagers were thrilled to have their prince. Many people came to work at the palace, including Elaine, who had taken to Daisy. You and Rami married as soon as you could. It was a grand and beautiful affair. And Daisy was right. You lived happily ever after.

~The End~

[angel-archivist]

Idk if u already talked abt it but I'm very interested in the Corvid foundation and what they do/what goes down if u are willing to share :^

AH!!! i went really indepth on the plot in a different ask (thamk u again vincent) and it should be in the ‘corvid.foundation’ tag but basically! Everyone is dead and they are like ‘monster hunters’ they go around and try to control and keep down the creatures that are seeping into their world from the cracks in reality. 

But as for what goes down: OOF thats a lotta stuff, basically the story starts when one of the members of the corvid foundation are pulled into this mirror realm by this creature that occasionally attacks the foundation from the inside. Her name was Teresa and she was the oldest of all the members, Vincent tried to save her but failed. SO they obviously need a replacement member the boss (still yet to be named) ‘hires’ Elliot, elliots like: im d ead excuse me what the fuck??? elliot becomes friends with selena and Vincent quickly and then eventually develops a friendship?? with Becky. They go around and continue to try to stop the monsters from coming in.While Melanie is trying to figure out what exactly this place is, exploring the foundation which of course being a supernatural entity itself has hallways that seem to stretch out forever stopping any living people from entering the foundation without the approval of the boss. Some of the areas are off limits to them but she needs to figure out how she died (bc no one remembers how they died, and only remember certain things about their past, the longer you stay at the foundation your past does become more hazy and less solid. Most of them have been there for like 5ish years so Elliot remember his past the best)

I have a few of the creatures and antagonists thought out,the main antagonist is obviously the boss. Whose like the definition of cryptid never really there but always appearing at the worst possible time, never REALLY answering any of their questions, has a fucking: im better then you air about him, then theres the book that elliot finds while out on a mission and it links the history of the foundation  back a good chunk of time, and also has a soul bound to it. An old scientist from yee old victorian times (bc i am not immune to the victorian, victor frankenstein aesthetic) who is also a jackass who kind of isolates elliot from the others and is, a shitty manipulative bitch whose using elliot in an attempt to get the experiment he failed to complete, also there is clowns bc i am not immune to clowns (elliot hates the circus for personal reasons) 

THANK U SIR FOR ASKING!!!!!!!!

[lovlettres-moved]

bear with me just read ch.65 to ch.70 if you want to know what i am talking about. also like read the whole of seijoh 1. you will understand everything

love ch. 65 and back of oikawa shown - going front back reachable unreachable - i am assuming this is kageyama's hand bc he's the setter and we have been shown that his rival is mostly oikawa

idk back represents so many things in the story

- the back can represent having people's back, your teammates(or teammate's) back

- back can mean retreat, un reachability - kinda like "so i was left seeing this person's back as they left and they stepped into a territory which i couldn't reach, they moved on and i stayed, i am stagnant and stuck in this position and moment and they're moving on from this moment in time" (see hinata looking at kageyamas back when he's cycling, it's more of an encouragement and a will to move forward than something negative though)

in ch 66 the last panel is oikawas back, the serve he misses. a loss for him. like he knows the panel we saw in the last ch., as if he's been caught up with.

in ch 67 we see iwaizumi get back a point - a comprise for the serve oikawa missed - again we see a panel of iwaizumi's back while we see the other members faces (they're turned to the side or the front) - his back = i have got your back so don't you worry about your mistakes

here from kageyamas perspective he's seeing kunimi's back

parallels

quote kageyama - how am i supposed to compete with someone like you?

vs

quote oikawa - tobio, with your rapid development you might just win against me.

2 billion parallels stuck in merely one volume...

how am i supposed to stand side to side with you? how am i supposed to move on when i couldn't be reliable and trusting for people back then? where do i lack that you don't? which effort have i missed that you haven't?

kunimi looking at oikawas back - a sign of trust.

kunimi looking away - kageyamas facing kunimi's back, a sign of being closed off, retread, backing away from kageyama

and then it all comes together on different sides of the net for kageyama and kunimi, kageyama looking at kunimi's back - who's found teammates that take him in as he is. plus we also see him looking at oikawas back

kunimi - someone he failed to be trusted with

oikawa - someone he can't stand with on the same ground

and then - one of my favorite panels. we see his back again but this time it's saying - don't look at my back, look at those i am looking towards

not ch. 68 being the centre of showing kageyama leaving behind his past title (to a certain extent) - and then you're hit with them losing the match

and the abundance of setter povs and panels...

but even though he's been defeated this time - there is a future for them, ofc im not reducing the defeat to a mere simple it had to happen so it happened, but where we see the gain of one step we see the loss of another.

and not hinata's spike being shut off by a block - something he fears the most, and not hinata's oikawas position being the same as it is in seijoh two when hinata spikes the last ball

and then ch. 69 - continuous imagery of defeated vs the victors aka where did we go wrong where you didn't?

also - not a parallel again, oikawa setting to iwaizumi when he's in a tough spot, oikawa reading it in the third set - that kageyama would definitely toss to hinata...

[isitgintimeyet]

The Ties That Bind

Thanks for all your feedback on the first chapter. I loved reading it all! I hope you enjoy the second chapter.

Once again thanks to @mo-nighean-rouge for the beta

Chapter 2 : A Recreational Activity (well, a few)

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.  -Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

Jamie groaned and hoped that the banging inside his head would stop soon. This was the problem with drinking wine. Generally Jamie tried to steer clear of ‘grape’ and stick to ‘grain’. However, last night, he had supped copious quantities of both and now was suffering the consequences. He stretched his hand out hoping to find a glass of water and possibly even two aspirins left on the bedside table by his more responsible alter ego yesterday. There they were. Gratefully, he sank back onto the pillows and waited for them to do their work.  

Parts of his alcohol-induced dreams came back to him… miles and miles of hotel corridors and he was chasing, chasing... a woman with the most gorgeous legs he had ever seen. He kept chasing her, but she wouldn’t stop and she wouldn’t turn round. A flash of wild dark curls and…

The banging in his head seemed to be louder now. “Unca,” a cross little voice added to the general cacophony. “Unca, get up now. Mam says now. ‘Tis beckfast and then ‘wimmin’. Mam says.”

Jamie forced himself out of bed. Fastening the towelling bath robe, he opened his door. His little nephew rushed past him and started jumping on the bed. Jenny stood in the doorway, her eyes darting all round the room.

“I go ‘wimmin’ with ye, Unca, wiv Spideyman shorts. What ye shorts, Unca?”

Jamie sighed and looked at his sister. “She’s no’ here. She didna stay. Nothing happened.” He grabbed Wee Jamie round his middle, lifting him high up in the air. “And who said I would take ye swimmin’, ye wee fishie?”

“Mam said so, she did.”

Jamie gently set his nephew on his feet. “Aye, well, yer mam makes an awfa’ lot o’ decisions fer the men in this family. But I guess I canna refuse, no’ if I ken what’s good fer me.”

**************

Claire lay on one of the day beds next to the swimming pool and wiggled her toes, admiring the newly applied scarlet polish. She set aside the copy of Hello! she had been skimming through and turned to Geillis.

“This was such a good idea of yours, G. Total battery recharge today… and we’ve even had the whole pool to ourselves. I don’t reckon we’ll be seeing any of that wedding party any time soon. Not if last night was anything to go by.”

“I am rather full of brilliant ideas,” Geillis agreed. “Although I feel we may have missed an opportunity last night. So many men...”

“... And no doubt so many wives and girlfriends!” Claire interrupted.

“Och, well,” Geillis dismissed Claire’s interruption. “Guess we’ll never know.”

“Anyway, so I’ve a body wrap, then hot stone massage in twenty minutes. I’m going to head into the sauna for ten minutes first. You coming?”

“Aye, may as weel. I don’t reckon there’ll be anything worth hangin’ round here fer today.” Geillis gathered up her belongings and followed Claire into the sauna.

**************

Jamie sat in the male changing room, blowing up his nephew’s armbands (Spider-Man, obviously a theme here) while Wee Jamie hopped excitedly from foot to foot.

“Now, afore we go in the pool, are ye sure you dinna need a wee? Ye ken what I told ye, as how if ye wee in the pool, the water turns bright blue?”

“Nah, Unca, c’mon now. Wanna go ‘wimmin’.” The little lad pulled his armbands up, grabbed Jamie’s hand and headed for the door. “C’mon, c’mon.” He paused and stared intently at his uncle. “Ye no Spideyman shorts?”

Jamie looked down at his blue checked board shorts and tried to look sad about this. “Sorry lad, I’m too big fer such a fine pair.”

As they entered the pool area together, Jamie looked around. It was totally deserted, which, Jamie thought, was hardly surprising based on the amount of alcohol that had been consumed the day before. An abandoned magazine lay on one of the day beds.

Wee Jamie pointed to a small passage way on the other side of the pool. “What’s ‘at?”

“Ah, nothing for ye. Just the sauna... it’s awfa hot and no’ fer children and the girls’ changing room is down there too. That’s definitely no’ fer us lads, eh?”

Following Jenny’s instructions to “wear the lad out, we want him tae sleep in the car going home,” Jamie stayed in the pool, playing with his nephew until he noticed the lad’s eyelids start to droop. He scooped him up and carried him back to the changing room, intending to just wrap him in a towel and leave the tricky drying and dressing to Jenny.

Wee Jamie held tightly to his uncle’s neck. “You fib, Unca. Ye did. I wee’d and I wee’d but no blue.”

Jamie chuckled. God, he loved this little lad something fierce and maybe someday, God willing...

**************

Claire picked up the two whiskies from the bar and made her way to the table where Geillis was sitting. The pub was quite empty at the moment, just a handful of people, like them, having a quick drink after work before heading home.

Geillis looked Claire up and down appraisingly. “Ye ken I love ye, Claire, but could you no’ wear something a bit, weel, more alluring when we’re out?”

Claire gazed down at her old jeans and plain black tee shirt. “G, I’ve been on my feet in theatre for the past 8 hours. I’m so knackered, you’re lucky I managed to change out of my scrubs and into this! Besides, however can I compete with your alllllluuure?”  She drawled the last word out jokingly. “Maybe you have the allure for both of us? I can be your duff.”

Geillis raised a quizzical eyebrow.  

“Designated ugly fat friend.” Claire explained with a smile. “According to the movie, every friendship group has one. You and me, we’re a friendship group, ergo, I must be it.”

“Claire, ye may be many things but fat or ugly never.” Geillis said, “Yer hair’s a wee bit wild, mind. Do ye no’ fancy a Brazilian blow dry?” She ran her fingers over her sleek strawberry blonde locks.

“And here’s me thinking a ‘brazilian’ was about a different part of my anatomy altogether!”

Geillis smiled, then a serious expression crept over her face. “But, Claire, ye dinna think ye’re fat or ugly really, do ye?”

Claire stared at the beer mat on the table, her fingers picking at it, ripping it into tiny shreds of paper. She really thought she’d outgrown that nervous habit.

“Well, no, but, it’s difficult to explain. Frank...” She could hear Geillis tutting at the mention of his name. “Frank had certain… er, expectations of how I should be. How I should behave, how I should look. The disapproval on his face if I took an extra roast potato, ordered dessert, poured myself another glass of wine. There was always someone younger, more self-controlled, thinner. So, for a while I tried to become the person he wanted me to be. I tried to see myself through his eyes and I saw the fat arse, the lack of control, the not-really good enough...”

Geillis leaned closer and gently placed her hand on Claire’s. “Thank God ye got out of there. That wasna a healthy place tae be, Claire. Ye know ye’re worth a lot more than that.”

“I know. And I am joking about that duff business but occasionally, old habits are hard to break. That’s why I’m not after a serious relationship. I’m not sure I’m ready to let someone see me as I really am.”

“But a fling will do ye no harm at all. It will do ye the world of good, let ye see how another man treats ye. In fact, we need a list. A checklist. When ye’re in theatre, ye dinna start cuttin’ till ye know everything is in place, all the boxes are ticked. So we make a list of what ye want and ye dinna start, er, flingin’ till a man ticks all the boxes.”

Claire finally put the mangled beer mat down. “A list, really?”

“Aye, it’s scientific, ye ken.” Geillis picked up her bag and rooted around for a piece of paper. Finding an unused paper napkin, she smoothed it flat on the table, extracted a pen from the depths of her bag and sat poised ready to write. “Ok. Point one…” She scribbled something down quickly.

“Come on, Let me read it.” Claire laughed, turning the napkin round. “Must look good in, and out of, a kilt. G, you have a one-track mind.”

“Och, it’s a fling we’re talking about, ye only need one track, I reckon. So, what about point two?”

“Well, I may as well play along. Point two must be no complications.”

Geillis obligingly wrote that down. “Next point. Enjoys a drink. Likes to let his hair down.”

Claire took the pen from her friend and added another line. Geillis read it upside down. “Really, it’s a fling ye’re after. Ye’re tellin’ me if they dinna like the X-Files, that’s it? Is that a deal breaker?”

“What can I say? The heart wants what the heart wants.”

“Fine, but I’m adding this one then. Fancies ye as ye are. No changing ye.”

The pub was starting to fill up. Most commuters had already made their way home, to be replaced by those heading out for the evening, coming into the pub for a quick drink before their evening plans properly began. Even on a drizzly Thursday evening, it was getting to be standing room only. Claire noticed several people eyeing their table enviously. She drained her whisky glass and stood up.

“I think that’s me done for this evening. Any more and I’ll have to be put to bed right here.  I’ll just pop to the loo and meet you outside, G.”

As Claire crossed the room to the toilets, Geillis started to gather her stuff together to leave.

Immediately a woman rushed to the table, plonked herself in one chair, and stuffed her bag on the other chair. She eyed Geillis, willing her to hurry up and be on her way. Geillis ignored her and continued rifling through her bag, her movements deliberately slowing. Eventually, Geillis decided she’d had enough of the game, turned away and walked to the exit.

**************

Geneva caught Jamie’s eye as he moved away from the bar, drinks in hand, and pointed to the seats she had found for them. He sat down, taking a deep slug of his whisky as he put Geneva’s vodka, lime and soda on the table next to a tatty old napkin.  

“Someone’s shopping list, no doubt.” Geneva dismissed it with a wave of her hand as Jamie picked it up and carried on telling Jamie about the difficulties in trying to find the correct colour for a new bedroom throw. “...Not really a teal, but not quite a cerulean colour either…”

Jamie knew his role in this. It was just to nod and murmur appreciatively at appropriate points in the story. That gave him time to think… unfortunately. Thinking made him realise that Jenny had been right three weeks ago at the wedding. Geneva was not the one, he didn’t need to try again just to see. And she did talk utter shite.

He groaned, which Geneva seemed to take as indication of his deep interest in her tale of home furnishing trials and tribulations. He should never have slept with her. He hadn’t intended to but last night, as the blood left his brain and migrated south, he had lost the capacity for rational, coherent thought and had followed his baser instincts. Which had been a very bad idea.

Jamie glanced at the napkin he was still holding. Straightening it between his fingers, he began to read. A woman with long strawberry blonde locks suddenly leaned over and gently took the napkin from his fingers.  

“Thanks, it’s fer scientific research, ye ken.”  

He watched as she walked to the door, to her waiting friend. Her friend with the long shapely denim clad legs and mad curly hair and her face, so full of life with sparkling eyes he longed to dive right into.

“What an odd thing to want.” Geneva interrupted his contemplation. “That couldn’t have been scientific research. On a used napkin. Some people are just strange.”

Jamie felt his breath catch in his throat. Jenny had been right - he recognised it. What to do now?

[fallen029]

Home Visits.2

Previous Chapter

Freed declined both the not so convincing arguments of Bickslow and Lisanna, rather opting to suggest that they do something else to pass the time. As Lisanna only continued to glare at Bickslow, as he'd promised that time that they'd watch what she wanted and he wouldn't try to ruin it, nope, not at all (though he would argue that if she honestly still believed him at this point, that was more her fault than it was hers), but the seith only shrugged a bit at his friend.

"What sorta thing were you thinking of? Freed?" Bickslow asked. "Like I said before, you're the guest."

Of only the worst apartment in the city, the rune mage was certain. Still, he only sat there silently for a few moments as he thought of what he'd done so wrong in his life, that he'd been sentenced to such a fate, before sighing, giving in, and asking, "Are you two partial to card games?"

Oh, of course they were because the first thing out of Bickslow's mouth after the man's suggestion was simply, "Of course. But you know, cards ain't much fun without wagers."

"Wagers."

Nodding, the seith said, "Some jewel, yeah? I mean, I know you're down and out right now, Freed, but-"

"I am not...down and out," the other man told him with a bit of an eye roll. "I simply do not have a place to stay until my apartment is properly-"

"Then, what you're saying is," Lisanna asked slowly, "that you can make some wagers?"

"Of course I can. I have jewels on me right now."

"Great!" Bickslow jumped right up at that. "I'll go out, huh? Get us some grub? Some more drinks too. Don't you think? Lissy? That it's a good idea?"

"I think it's a great idea, Bicks."

"Great."

And something was off. Freed could tell. He wasn't an idiot. The pair of them were always up to something, anyways, so even if he didn't outright pick up on the strange vibes that they were throwing down, he definitely knew enough of the pair and their relationship to know there was almost always something going on.

They rarely interacted with other people without having something up their sleeves. Be it a prank or something else, they were well known for this. He'd liked to think that him being, as Bickslow had put it before, down and out, would give them some hesitance to this ideal, but apparently not.

Unfortunately for Bickslow and Lisanna, however, Freed just wasn't up for drinking that night, which was part of their plan. They pair didn't intend to rob the rune mage, of course. No. They loved Freed. He was Bickslow's very best friend and Lisanna seemed to respect him even without that factoring in. They just wanted to get him a little (a lot) drunk, stay sober themselves, play some cards, and end up the victors. Two on one and all.

"The house always wins," Bickslow snickered to Lisanna as Freed went to the not shockingly disgusting bathroom. "Foolproof."

"Foolproof," Lisanna agreed.

But this wasn't the case.

With the pair of them, it hardly ever was.

Because they hated the idea, anyways, of Freed getting to drink and them not being able to. How was that fair? Other than the fact that they'd been the ones to come up with the idea in the first place. And were the ones, you know, that were unable to control themselves.

Well, that wasn't right.

Not really.

Lisanna hardly drank, honestly.

Except for around the seith.

And he'd just had a good smoke, which usually sated him.

Until he had poor innocent Lisanna to corrupt and entertain and all that.

It was a sickening cyclical situation that they only seemed to spin faster upon when they had an audience. Still, Freed (and most everyone, honestly) saw this as not lasting much longer. It couldn't. Eventually the two would become sick of each other or, worse, themselves. That was the way that most relationships turned out, after all, but especially ones founded in such a fashion as theirs.

Not to say that Freed didn't want them to be together.

"Oi, Lissy, let's get married, yeah?"

Other than right then, when he definitely didn't want them to be together.

"What?" Freed had been watching the pair drink themselves silly to the point that they weren't even playing cards anymore, but rather trying (and failing) at making houses out of them. Their stacks were no higher than the first level and, honestly, Freed was a counting the moments until they both passed out and he could just go to bed. Then they went and said nonsense like that. "What did you just say, Bick-"

"Oh, gosh, yeah, let's." Lisanna was busy trying and failing at finding where a pesky card had gotten off to when she'd knocked her attempt at a house of cards to the ground. "Let's do it. We'd get so married."

"So married. Married fucking hard."

"Harder."

"Hardest."

"You cannot." Freed, for some reason, thought that he had an opinion in the matter. They both would have laughed were they not too busy making faces at one another and laughing at those instead. "Bickslow. Lisanna. Marry. It would not be appropriate for the two of you currently to-"

"Why do you talk so much, mate? Have a drink!"

"Bickslow, I do not wish to drink."

"More fo' me!"

"I do not suggest that you drink more either. And especially you, Lisanna," the man remarked with a bit of a frown. "I assumed we would spend the night taking my mind off the horrible predicament I am currently in. Not me babysitting the two of you."

Was there a better distraction than that?

"I'mma go fin' some nice pants to wear tomorrow to our weddin', Lissy."

"I'll ask Mira for a dress."

"I do not advise telling Mira of this." Stopping the worst mistake of the pair's life would be difficult enough without Mirajane egging them on. Which she would. She'd probably not like the idea of her little sister wedded off to the resident freak, but she also could never pass up a good chance to plan a wedding.

Or plan any wedding.

Mira had been waiting years for one of her friends to finally tie the knot so she could help with preparations.

If Lisanna had to be the one to bit the bullet then so be it.

"Course we'll tell her. She's the best woman."

"Maid of honor," Lisanna corrected to which the seith, who was busy stumbling into the other room slurred back in the affirmative. "My sis."

"Your sis."

"At our wedding."

"Our wedding.

"Perfection."

"Perfection."

Ugh.

Rubbing his head into his palm, Freed stared down at the ground rather than look across from his seat on the couch where Lisanna was still seated on the ground before the coffee table. Lisanna had so much promise. A second chance at life. And a wonderful one at that. She was powerful in her magic and of decently intelligent. Though her siblings might outshine her, there was no problem with her burning bright in her own right.

All thrown away. And for what? To pal around with stupid Bickslow for a bit?

Life was a disappointment.

"I got a top hat," Bickslow called then, to her, from the bedroom where sounds of him rooting around could be heard. Some of the babies had gone off with him, but two, Pappa and Poppo, stuck with Lisanna, watching it seemed as she tried once more on a house of cards. "Can I wear it, Lis?"

"You gotta."

"Why?" Freed groaned a bit as he rubbed the heel of his palm now into his eye socket and prayed for death. "Why does he have to wear that?"

"It's in right now, Freed."

"No, Lisanna, it's definitely and certainly not."

"Debatable."

"But it really isn't."

Heh.

"I'mma wear a red suit too. Think we can find one?"

"Red?" Freed wasn't sure why he cared as they certainly couldn't in the timefram ethey were stalking about working. "Why red?"

"To represent the joinin' of our blood, yeah?"

"Yeah? Yeah, what? Who's bleeding?"

"You know, that part at weddin's where ya slit a part of ya and mix your blood together and then both drink some of it and say your vows."

"What?"

"It was in," Lisanna agreed, "a movie."

"Stop watching these movies. Please," Freed begged. "They sound illegal."

"One would think," Bickslow called out with a cackle.

One would think.

"I hope everyone's back from jobs," Lisanna said then. "To be there in time."

"My people are. 'cept for Laxus." Then Bickslow loudly proclaimed, "But who need 'im? Freed's my best man."

"Freed's not going," the rune mage assured him.

His complaints were of little matter to the pair it seemed.

"How do I look!"

It wasn't a question from the seith, really, but rather a very loud proclamation as he came back into the room in only some dress pants and his hat that certainly wasn't not a top hat, but rather just a normal beanie. Freed was confused, but Lisanna only nodded her head.

"Stupendous," she replied and it was kind of shocking for her to get the word off as cleanly as she did, for her to be as inebriated as she was, but at that point Freed just gave up.

Honestly, he did.

Which was fine, as they both gave up then, it seemed, as Lisanna went to go sit in front of the movie lacrima and snooze while Bickslow finally put a movie in, but it was a horror flick instead of anything they pair were interested in before. With a final guzzle from a bottle of some hard liquor, he went to fall onto the floor with Lisanna and to the sound of the flick, they both passed out.

Freed, however, only sat there with his head in his hands, watching most of the movie.

It wasn't terrible.

Just not his taste.

The entire plot was contrived and he was never one for movies, honestly, as Freed much preferred stage plays as a medium, but mostly he was a bit concerned by the message portrayed. An angel fallen down to the depths of hell where one of the truly fallen works to help her and keep her safe. Of course, in one part, she must save him as well and, to do this, they pledge an allegiance to one another by slicing their palms and sharing a taste of one another's blood.

Freed wasn't so certain what themes he was supposed to take from this movie nor of it's message, but he was certain of the parallels Bickslow and Lisanna apparently saw in their own relationship.

It told him all he need to know about the pair and their ill-fated romance, honestly.

In the light of day, after a terrible night of sleeping on their gross couch, all Freed wanted to do was shower and be literally anywhere else.

Until, after stripping down, he pulled back the shower curtain to reveal a sight he wasn't expecting.

"What," his call awoke the pair from where they were still snuggled up on the ground, planning on sleeping most the day away, "is that?"

"Wha'?" Lisanna half griped as she didn't even lift her head. But Bickslow did open his eyes and glare at the bathroom door where Freed was now standing in the doorway of, towel around his waist, looking distressed.

"Oi, mate, calm down, yeah?" Bickslow's eyes drifted shut again. "That's Jeffery."

"You named that gigantic spider-"

"Jeff, actually," Lisanna muttered in a terse tone.

It had been hotly debated.

For a moment, Freed only stood there, both angry and confused by the goings on of his friends. Then, with a frown, he turned back around.

"I'm going to kill it."

"No!" And Bickslow was scrambling to his feet then. "Dude, no, if you kill it-"

"Oh no!" At the sound of Freed's cry of terror, even Lisanna started to get up. "I think I made it angry!"

"I told you to leave him alone!"

"How do you morons live like this?"

"Quite happily," Lisanna complained as Freed came back into the living room then, still in his towel, determined in that moment to leave right that second. Which he would, but not before going into the bedroom and changing his clothes. "Before you came and tried to ruin it."

"Ruin it? How?" From the bedroom, where he'd stomped off too, Freed was incredulous to this idea. "How have I-"

"You were a big party pooper-"

"You two cannot get married!" He was yelling at her. Lisanna. For some unknown reason. He liked the woman enough and hated that she was doing this with her life, but enough to yell? Not likely.

They were having an affect on his psyche now. Great.

"Who the fuck wants to?" came Bickslow's gripe from the bathroom where he was trying to find where Jeff(rey) had gotten off to. If he left the bathroom, they might be screwed. "Lissy?"

"Not me. At all."

"Me neither."

"Last night the two of you-" Freed tried, but they were cutting him off and, really, was it worth it anyways?

Was any of it?

"We like to dream when we drink," Bickslow defended.

"Doesn't everybody?" Lisanna added.

"But our dreams are nightmares," Bickslow went on.

"Isn't everybody's?" Lisanna also quipped and ugh, they were horrible together.

"If that is not why you cite me as ruining your party atmosphere," Freed griped as he came back into the living room then to glare at Lisanna, "then what is?"

"You wouldn't drink with us," Bickslow answered for her.

"Or let us trick you out of your jewels," she finished.

"I'm leaving," was actually what finished it though as Freed headed to his things. "Right now."

"Okay," Bickslow hummed, though this was to try and hide his panic over still not finding then almost certainly poisonous Jeff(rey). "But be back by sundown."

Lisanna, who was curling back up to sleep, only grunted in response.

And he shouldn't.

Should he?

"What," Freed sighed as, at the front door now with his bags, he looked over his shoulder at the mess of an apartment, "happens at sundown?"

"It's spaghetti night," Lisanna told him simply and it sounded so real that he almost believed it.

Almost.

But instead decided that this was some sort of 'term' of theirs that would no doubt end in attempts to, apparently, take his jewels, and get wasted.

While he wasn't wrong, it was actually also the night in which they make the simplistic meal of all, spaghetti.

But truth be told, he really didn't want to see what sort of silverware and cooking utensils the pair owned. Or cleaned for that matter.

As he left with his things, Freed knew his ship wasn't sunk just yet because, though he and Bickslow were thick as thieves (before he got all tangled up in the Strauss family), Evergreen was still the most level-headed of the group.

Until he arrived and remember that, unfortunately, she took had gotten caught up in the Strauss epidemic.

This is probably the most obnoxious Lisanna and Bickslow have ever been together, so I think we can safely say we are now in the realm of absurdity. But I live for that kind of shit, so let's proceed.

[silverwing2522]

Silverwing: The Red Thread (6)

Beast leads me through into the lab, during the walk there he didnt talk, didnt say a single word to me.

Waiting for us in the lab was Victor, looking as grave and concerned as i was, but i felt it was for different reasons. Was i in trouble?

“I have the results, and we have an answer…”

“Which is?” I rolled my hand at him to continue. His awkwardness was not helping, i was tense enough!

“It’s quite interesting really. You see, when logan first came to us about his ailing health, it was around the time our logan (from this universe) came back! So we tried to see if we could fix it by using some of our logans genetic material to fix the older version.” Hank straightened his glasses.

“And?” I was getting annoyed. What was so hard with getting to the point?!

“It didnt work. I mean...it worked, but the effects soon wore off. Even faster when he was engaged in conflict! And our logans do like their conflict…” He looked down and sighed, shaking his head in dismay.

“...So we were hopeful when he set off to the native american reserve, he would come back with an answer. Or at the very least a confirmation that nothing could be done.

Of course we did not expect any of this, with you! what we found was within your genetic make up is a very rare gene string that enables you to adapt to external forces. I believe its how youre able to keep your demonic traits under control, without letting it take you over.”

“I see...but theres a problem…” i regard him, willing him to go on. Finish it!

“We also discovered something else. You see we require a certain amount of your bone marrow for this to work. But in your present condition, that is not doable.”

“Present condition?” I feel victor come a step towards me from behind, as realization starts to set in.

“You’re pregnant, Sessa. Which means you’re not able to help Logan..at present, at least. But...i’m not sure he’ll survive the wait till you are ready.”

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

Now.

I look behind me at Victor whose eyes were open wide in surprise. But he was happy, i felt that in him, which was a relief. I didnt need THAT drama.

“I understand. Erm...i’m sorry…”

“Yes, well...i just wanted...i mean, im sure it is, but...just in case..” He tensed up, afraid. He was holding something back. Something...unkind.

“In case what?” I bristled at him.

“In case...it was...un...an….unwanted pregancy, which wouldve meant we wouldve been able to go ahead with the bone marrow procedure…” He recoiled from us, waiting for the backlash.

“Excuse me” Victor said, unusually quiet and calm. He stepped around me, his hands gently brushing my shoulders as he moved me out of the way.

POW!!

Victor suckerpunched hank on the jaw sending him careering backwards against a set of shelves on the far wall.

“HOW DARE YOU!!” Victor roared, marching to loom over hank who was strewn across the floor, who had blood trickling out of his mouth and nose.

“DO YOU THINK THAT OF EVERYONE WHO COMES HERE EXPECTING?! OR JUST US?!”

“Pretty sure its just us, baby” i call over to him. Look at him, already being a protective daddy!

“Yeah?! Well tough tits! We want it, so Logan will just have to face the reaper on his own! Got it?! That kid...is staying put!” He points over to me, but keeps his stare on hank.

“At least for nine months” i say, off hand.

“At least for nine months! If fido is still alive after then, well then its up to her what she do. But as far as im concerned...let ‘im rot!” He storms over to me, and his body language and demeanor starts to become softer. His hand gently rests over my tummy.

“Baby…” He whispers to me closely.

“Yeh…” I whisper back, beaming at him. I was gonna be a mommy. For long, i thought i had lost that chance. But yet...here i was.

“Hank...ahem...do you mind popping out and giving us a minute” i ask him politely as he struggled to get up off the floor. He stumbles a few times, but makes it out of the door, closing it firmly behind him.

“We need to tell Danny and talk about how we’re gonna work things between us all. I want to be close to you as possible.” I snuggle up against his chest, as he wraps his warm large arms around me.

“Me too. I aint letting you outta my sight!” He murmurs, nestling in my hair.

[supersoldierfreak]

Teasing

Request: ‘Hey! I wondered if I could request 47,42,60 with the song Express by Christina Aguilera’ 

Lyrics are in italics and so are the prompts

Genre: Fluff, Burlesque

WARNINGS: Dirty minded HYDRA agent, non descriptive pole dancing,  Bucky being charming, Avengers out for the night, Reader being flawless (because you are) 

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“Remind me again why we let our youngest Avenger do this?” Tony was heard through the com. 

“Because I’m the only one who knows how to do it, Tin Man.” You responded while walking in the burlesque bar, wearing a casual outfit of jeans and a loose t-shirt. “And because I’ve been bored out of my mind without any missions.”

Walking a good twenty paces behind you were Steve and Bucky, dressed in fancy office wear clothing to blend in so they’d look like they were average customers. You flicked your hair back before discreetly pointing towards the bar so the two super soldiers would sit there and would be able to watch the target’s moves. The guy you were there to get information from, worked for HYDRA and hang out a lot at the place and his name was Victor Slakov. Slakov always took a ‘lucky’ stripper home and you were hoping you were the one tonight. 

Tony and Clint were dressed up in a tuxedo each to match the dress code for the VIP zone, quietly scanning the club below for the target, and commenting on clientele patterns. Bruce was staying by the quinjet in case he couldn’t keep his cool.

“Remember why you weren’t allowed in a mission for so long?” Natasha spoke. She got the bartender job for the night along with Wanda since they both knew their way around a bar. 

“Just because I was telling the truth he tried to shoot me. I don’t see how that was my fault.” 

“You say that like you only corrected his times.” Wanda talked this time, making you roll your eyes as you were entering your dressing room. You said your hello to your boss and locked the door. 

As you were changing Clint spoke up. “You know this is the most we’ve been told about that mission. What happened?” 

You smirked as you shimmied off your sports bra and swapped it for the top half of the lingerie set. “I told the French President’s head of security that I wear heals bigger than his dick whilst we were under heavy fire.”

You changed your bottom half and looked at yourself in the mirror. The lingerie set complimented your body perfectly and to be honest you looked even more flawless than you already were. Nobody was used to seeing you like this, all dolled up. Of course they wouldn’t see you in your underwear only, but they almost never saw you with make up on or with a different hairstyle other than your basic stylish messy ponytail. It made them wonder how you could be so beautiful already, and what you’d look like all dressed up. Well, this was the night they’d find out. 

“Y/N are you dead?” Clint said through the com, shaking you out of your trance. 

“You wish.” You smiled at yourself in the mirror and you were certain he heard the smirk in your voice and his eye roll was audible. 

“Not really.”

The song was rolling to a close which signified it was your turn to show up. You made your way to the dancefloor through the five second blackout and walked slowly over to the pole. 

It’s a cold and crazy world, raging outside.

You swang yourself around on the pole to get a feel for it after being away from it for so long. 

Well baby me and all my girls are bringing on the fire.

Turning your head to the left you saw Tony and Clint with a shocked look on their faces. Tony took off his FRIDAY moderated glasses and was struggling to keep his jaw from touching the floor, whilst Clint’s open mouth turned into a smirk.

Show a little leg, gotta shimmy your chest. 

 Natasha and Wanda were watching your hips swaying to the beat before you grinded back against pole, throwing a wink their way. 

It’s a life, it’s a style, it’s a need, it’s Burlesque. 

You glimpsed over to Steve and Bucky, as you climbed the pole and leant back removing your hands from the pole; their eyebrows raised and mouths turning up slightly in a smirk, boosting your confidence up to where it needed to be. You flipped and spun yourself around the pole, way up from the floor.

E-X-P-R-E-S-S, love, sex

Ladies no regrets. 

E-X-P-R-E-S-S, love, sex

Ladies no regrets.

You gave a wink to the dancer to your right. Your focus was then on the guy you were originally here for, Victor Slakov. He was seated in the front, right in front of your pole and your big sultry eyes never left his tired and red ones. 

Been holding back for quite some time and finally the moment’s right.

You danced to the music, doing your flips and aerobatics on the pole, silently praising yourself for taking those classes. 

I love to make the people stare

“Guys are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Tony said, his mouth never really closing from the moment you showed up. 

They know I’ve got that certain savour-faire

“Oh sweet Jesus. I’m about two and a half drinks away from being gay.” Natasha was the one to speak this time. 

“I’m already gay for her.” Wanda whispered loud enough for the comms to broadcast it so everyone in the team could hear.  

Fasten up

Can you imagine what would happen if I let you get close enough to touch.

“Come on t-team, we’re here f-for Slakov; no other r-reasons.” Steve stuttered. 

Step into the fantasy

Tony snorted. “Speak for yourself, Captain.” He muttered into his glass.

You’ll never want to leave, baby that’s guaranteed

“My, my Y/N.” Bucky whispered.

Why? 

Teasingly, you licked your lips and and made eye contact before winking at the soldier. Unfortunately, you couldn’t play around with the guys anymore since you were making your way down the dancefloor and over to Victor.

It’s a passion, and emotion, it’s a fashion, Burlesque

It’ll move you, goin’ through you, so do I what I do, Burlesque

All ladies, confident, flaunt it boys throw it up if you want it

You continued to strut your way, swinging your hips till you were seated in his lap.

Can you feel me, can you feel it? It’s Burlesque.

I tease them till they’re on the edge

You gave him an, explicit, lap dance until you were seated comfortably on Slakov’s lap facing forward. 

You rolled your hips once more for good measure. You arched your back against him and wrapped a hand around his and brought your lips level to his. 

“You know,” You snapped those hips slightly, feeling him hard beneath you. “These aren’t the only tricks I have.” 

He smirked and responded in a gravelly voice. “There’s a room upstairs with my name on it; I would love to see any other tricks you have.” He punctuated his statement with a squeeze of your hips. You slipped languidly off his lap and he stood, taking your hands in his and climbing up the stairs. 

You winked to Steve, making sure the team knew that you were successful. There were ‘fuck’ rooms on the floor above, for when a customer liked what they saw and the dancer did. Entering the room he had reserved, he spun you around and onto the bed. He trailed open mouthed kissed down your jawline. Deciding to get this over with, in the blink of an eye you flipped him over so you could straddle him and pulled the knife that had been in his blazer pocket out. 

“You always carry this with you?” You asked in a playful voice, idley twirling It around your fingers. 

“I keep it just in case of some… difficulties occuring.” He watched mesmerised as you switched hands. 

“What sort of difficulties, sir?” You were going to be teasing the hell out if him until you got the information you and the team came for.

He smirked. “My job doesn’t come without risks, DC’s a dangerous place.” 

You widened your eyes innocently. “DC? I know DC well; where about’s?”

“Palisades? Heard of it, kitten?” He gave you a dirty smirk and you refrained from shuddering in disgust.

“Yes, sir.”

He bucked his hips into yours involuntarily, causing you to smirk; you were good when you wanted to be and damn, did you know it.

“Potomac Avenue is where I was earlier, baby girl.”

“Thank you sir, for your help.” You purred with your voice low before rocking forwards and pressing the knife to his throat before pulling a cable tie for his wrists. “Now, sir, if you don’t mind.”

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The ride on your way to the tower was silent, as you had gotten rid of Slakov to the federal agents there for retrieval. There worst part of it all now was that you could feel all of your team mates’ eyes boring into you, and since you didn’t have time to change back to the clothes you arrived with, your were still wearing the lingerie with a short length silk gown which barely covered your behind because it was the only thing you could grab before storming out once you got all the info you needed. 

“If you guys don’t get your eyes off me I’m going to be in with a serious chance of crashing the quinjet.” You chuckled slightly, uneasy at just how much attention they were giving you despite the silence.

“How did you do that?” Tony asked from the seat directly behind you, next to Natasha. 

“Do what?” You questioned, looking back over your left shoulder to look at him. Bucky from beside you in the seat next to the pilot’s answered your question. 

“He’s talking about the fact, Y/N, that you look so innocent around us, wearing Steve’s and mine sweaters and having your hair up but just magically turned into a sex bomb out there, dressed in lingerie with your hair down.” 

You smirked whilst shrugging. “It’s just part of the package, Barnes.” 

“Mind showing me the whole package in my room tonight, doll?” Bucky whispered so only you could hear.

“God, your charm just doesn’t stop does it?; that was smooth, James.” A sultry tone slid off your tongue without you thinking about it. 

Bucky subtly crossed his legs at you tone. The men laughed at his predicament whilst you chuckled with Wanda and Natasha.

“Don’t you even for a second think I didn’t notice all of your guys’ boners.” All of the guys stopped immediately, too embarrassed to even move leaving the girls to be the only ones left laughing. “Or that I didn’t hear the conversation on the comms earlier.” 

You were the only one left grinning to yourself as the tower came within sight.

[i-read-good-books]

Expomise Chapter 7

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Summary:

Yuuri remembers the way he felt in the summer, with Victor on his doorstep, his shirt buttons undone at the top and his shoulders further apart, changed. It did catch him a bit off guard, it… well, it reminded him of the way he felt when He Who Must Not Be Named (Luke, as dubbed by Mari, who’s become his greatest supporter for some weird reason) touched him, or smiled a certain way.

His cheeks burn bright red. No, that’s completely different. Yuuri does not think Victor is hot. He just… appreciates his aesthetically pleasing appearance

Sample:

For the first time since he started Hogwarts - since he got a soft letter in his hands and his eyes widened with excitement - Yuuri is not being driven by his parents to King’s Cross Station.

“We’ll take such good care of him,” Phichit insists, dragging Yuuri’s bag behind him and wheezing periodically. Really, the boy’s useless without some Lightening Charms. Apparently, his parents are trying to get him to ‘live the Muggle life’. Phichit keeps telling him it’s baseless cruelty. “Don’t you worry, he’ll get there without a scratch on him. I give you my word.”

“Phichit.” Yuuri’s mom smiles, hopelessly charmed. Yuuri bites his lip as he glances back at her. She’s fidgeting already, despite her reassuring words, rubbing her palms and swallowing hard. “It’s a half-hour drive, you know. I’m quite sure Yuuri will be fine.”

Despite the fact that he cannot wait to mess around with Phichit for the ride there, Yuuri’s chest hurts. Dad won’t give him a goodbye kiss at the platform this time. Mom won’t ruffle his hair and pretend she didn’t know it bothers him.

His best friend lets out a slow breath beside him, letting go of the suitcase for a moment and straightening in front of her, running his hands through his hair. “I’m just worried, you know? Yuuri always manages to mess up sometimes - remember the time with the de-aging potion, Yuuri?”

“You shut your lying mouth, Chulanont!” Yuuri warns, narrowing his eyes. Carefully, putting the thoughts that make his heart quiver, he slings his bag over his shoulder. “Who was the one who convinced Minami that ‘no, the Giant Squid isn’t actually a thing’ to make him swim in the Great Lake?”

Phichit’s top lip twitches, eyes glinting. “An honest mistake.”

“He refused to come out of his room for a  week! I was worried !”

Sometimes, Yuuri swears the guy should have been put in Slytherin, for how sneaky he is.

“Come on,” Mari’s voice drawls from the kitchen, her cigarette smoke trailing after her.  Gross. “You’ll be late, kiddos.”

“I’m not a kid , Mari.”

“Whatever. I’ll throw out your Magikarp plushies, then?”

The car ride is pretty uneventful. Phichit’s mother, a tall woman with dark hair and the slightest hint of an accent, drives, keeping a careful eye on the road. She keeps muttering in Thai while he and Phichit talk in the backseat. It reminds Yuuri of the times when his roommate speaks in his native language during his sleep (a fact that has woken him up in the middle of the night so many times it’s ceased to be remarkable anymore). Once, Phichit admitted he was having a dream about his favourite Thai movie: The King and the Skater , and the king was courting him.

Yuuri’s parents have probably already left for their paid holiday, courtesy of winning a raffle that was organized by their local supermarket. Mari offered to take him to the station in the beginning, but Yuuri politely declined. He wants to hang out with Phichit, even if refusing alone time with his sister makes him feel a little guilty. It’s not as if she doesn’t hang out alone with her friends when he tries to do things with her.

“Are you excited for our fourth year?” his friend mumbles, leaning against his shoulder. His eyes are drooping. Yuuri smiles, fond. Phichit isn’t an early riser, at all, no matter how energetic he seems all the rest of the time. He mostly wakes up blearily, checks his phone, and goes back to sleep.

“Oh, definitely,” Yuuri breathes, rubbing the top of his head and smirking at his quiet yelp. “Can’t wait until Ciao Ciao tells us about the Goblin Wars.”

“You’d totally listen if Victor was telling you about the Goblin Wars.”

Yuuri bumps his head roughly. “I would not , shut up.”

“Yes, you would,” he sing-songs. “You think Victor is the coolest teacher ever.”

His face heats. “Shut up , I just know he’s ahead of me. It’s not bad to ask for help!”

“Oh, Victor ,” Phichit moans, resting his entire weight against him. He drapes himself over Yuuri like they’re in an old film, pressing his back to Yuuri’s chest. “ Please , teach me your ways, you’re so wise …”

Yuuri buries his head in his hands. Phichit’s mom is hearing this. He kicks him off his lap with vengeance. “I hate you so much.”

continue it!

[ritzyishkabibble-archived]

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            [ ✍ MUN SHUU ✍ ]

Mun Shuu: Okay, time to spread some positive energy, folks! It’s really just an excuse to gush about how wonderful people are, but that’s beside the point! Let’s roll right into our three chosen few!

1. @skullcrxsher / @gravityruled - Where do I even begin with Kae? Honestly, they’re one of the most deserving people I know of on this site who should really be recognized for the effort they put into their muses. I adore both their Akutagawa and their Chuuya, and their writing is simply wonderful. They put a lot of effort into writing out such thoughtful responses and talking with them is really a blast. It has become somewhat of a daily ritual for me to hit them up on Discord and begin chatting incessantly about some benign topic or whatever, even when I don’t really have much to say. Kae is such a good friend, and they’re really supportive of whatever I choose to do, even encouraging me to make extra blogs even when I have enough as is. They’re one of the first people I go to when I’m feeling insecure or uncertain of myself, and I would like to thank them sooooooo much for helping me in that regard. If you’re not interacting with them, I’m not sure what to tell you except that you’re really missing out on a quality role-player and an excellent writer. They’re very well-versed in Japanese Literature, so a great deal of research and thought has been put into their muses. I love them very much and is very happy to call them my friend.

2. @txintedsorrow - Another wonderful Chuuya RPer and another person I talk quite a bit with on this site. Although they do poke fun at me for having no ability to control my, ahem, blog-making habits, they’re always really supportive of whatever I do and are also pretty enthused about having muse-to-muse interaction. When I was first starting out on my Victor blog, they were sort of a mutual/non-mutual ‘cause they followed my main blog but not the other, so I was really shy about approaching, especially since their Chuuya was really good??? But, man, am I so glad I began talking to them! They were one of the first people I think that talked to me consistently on the IM here on tumblr and we would literally spend the entire day talking, and most of it wasn’t even about RP. They are really soooooo sweet, and I wanna interact with them more as time goes on. They really deserve the positive vibes here, especially with how much effort that they also put into their Chuuya muse, even going so far as to make him talk a certain way! They’re a really great writer and I love reading anything that they’ve written–a lot of their fanfics are really good and I would suggest checking them out sometime.

3. @kurokonoha / every blog you’ve made ever - Ah yes. Kuro. Kuro kuro kuro kuro kuro kuro. Yet another old mutual from my Vicky Hugo blog. I have yet to gush about you, so here we go, child. Listen–Kuro’s great. As both a writer and a friend. I adore their characterization (of canon AND OC), and they always manage to make me laugh when I’m feeling down and out about something silly or whatever. They’re also someone I talk with a lot outside of tumblr, mostly in the server we have on Discord, but we also talk quite consistently in DMs as well. Honestly, I love talking to them and I absolutely love RPing with them. Her and Khaylinn are both great people to see on the Discord, and I always get super excited seeing a response from them even though we have like, 5000 threads going on all at once. They, too, put a lot of effort into their muses and their OCs are REALLY interesting, like, more interesting than my own, I feel. I always get enjoyment hearing about Iwao and Etsume/Eisuke, and I personally love their characterization of Mori. This is definitely someone you should interact with, regardless of if you’re ONS, BSD, or whatever other fandoms Kuro’s somewhat prominent in. They do a have a whole bunch of blogs, but each of them are honestly worth a follow, and hearing them talk about any of their muses is wonderful since their enthusiasm is always so genuine. They also stop most of us from going crazy over on the server…or, they end up starting the craziness, in which case I am grateful for both. I’m always super excited to see them on my dash and I hope we continue our interactions over time

[wolfliving]

Janit0r the BrickerBot guy

*He’s a vigilante. So he says, anyway.

https://www.bleepingcomputer.com/news/security/brickerbot-author-claims-he-bricked-two-million-devices/

(...)

At this point, we had to confirm that Janit0r was indeed BrickerBot's author and not just some guy bragging on Hack Forums. This is how we spent the next two days, scraping through the Dark Web, underground hacking forums, and getting in contact with a few threat intelligence analysts we knew.

By Wednesday, we didn't manage to find any other clue of Janit0r's existence, or anybody else claiming to be BrickerBot's author, with some solid proof on his side. That's when we just gave up, and launched a desperate tweet, asking BrickerBot's author to reach out.

BrickerBot's Author reaches out

Lo and behold, this was exactly what happened. The same day, we received an email from a person claiming to be BrickerBot's creator.

The email contained lots of details about BrickerBot's operation and internal structure. Nevertheless, at this point, we knew that there could be the possibility that someone was pulling a prank.

Chance had it that someone else had also seen our tweet. That person was Victor Gevers, a security researcher mostly known for tracking the destructive ransom attacks against MongoDB and other databases.

In the Bleeping Computer article that broke the news of BrickerBot's existence, we asked Victor for his expert opinion on this new malware's behavior and repercussions. Victor not only put BrickerBot in perspective for our readers, but also asked BrickerBot's creator to reach out and discuss an alternative method of dealing with unsecured IoT devices, instead of blindly destroying people's property.

Unknown to all was that BrickerBot author had reached out to Victor hours after our article went live. The two had shared notes and Victor was acting as an intermediary between Janit0r and various CERTs. All the operational details shared with us on Wednesday were the same Janit0r shared with Victor in the previous three weeks, confirming we were speaking with the same person.

"Yes, I am janit0r"

"Yes, I was janit0r on Hackforums," the BrickerBot author started his email, which then continued with Janit0r showing his anger at the sad state of affairs in the realm of IoT security.

Like so many others I was dismayed by the indiscriminate DDoS attacks by IoT botnets in 2016. I thought for sure that the large attacks would force the industry to finally get its act together, but after a few months of record-breaking attacks it became obvious that in spite of all the sincere efforts the problem couldn't be solved quickly enough by conventional means. The IoT security mess is a result of companies with insufficient security knowledge developing powerful Internet-connected devices for users with no security knowledge. Most of the consumer-oriented IoT devices that I've found on the net appear to have been deployed almost exactly as they left the factory. For example 9 out of every 10 Avtech IP cameras that I've pulled the user db from were set up with the default login admin/admin! Let that statistic sink in for a second.. and then consider that if somebody launched a car or power tool with a safety feature that failed 9 times out of 10 it would be pulled off the market immediately. I don't see why dangerously designed IoT devices should be treated any differently and after the Internet-breaking attacks of 2016 nobody can seriously argue that the security of these devices isn't important. I hope that regulatory bodies will do more to penalize careless manufacturers since market forces can't fix this problem. The reality of the market is that technically unskilled consumers will get the cheapest whitelabel DVR they can find at their local store, then they'll ask their nephew to plug it into the Internet, and a few minutes later it'll be full of malware. At least with 'BrickerBot' there was some brief hope that such dangerous devices could become the merchant's and manufacturer's problem rather than our problem.

BrickerBot allegely wiped over two million devices

I joined Hackforums in January mainly to see if my activities had been noticed by the botnet kids. Back then 200,000 bricked units seemed like a lot and I was sure I was close to the end of it. Now when the count is over 2 million it's clear that I had no idea (and still have no idea) how deep the rabbit hole of IoT insecurity is. I'm certain that the worst is still ahead of us. I hope the unconventional actions by 'BrickerBot' have helped in buying another year of time for governments, vendors and the industry in general to get the current IoT security nightmare under control. Many other people have also done important things to combat IoT malware (Team White, Hajime author, @packetcop and his fellow sinkholers, etc) so I'm by no means claiming credit for Mirai being weak in Q1/2017, but if Imeij and Amnesia have suffered a little recently then it's probably mainly my fault ;)

Janit0r's email then goes on to detail a few operational details regarding BrickerBot's infrastructure, also dispelling the notion that he's a madman set on the random destruction of IoT devices.

In reality, Janit0r wants to be considered in the same class as the White Team, the self-proclaimed white-hat hackers behind the Wifatch malware, and the author of the Hajime malware, another vigilante who created a new malware family last October that tries to secure IoT devices by force.

The Radware writeup made 'BrickerBot' sound simplistic, but it actually carries 86 protocol and device-specific payloads and is relatively successful at mitigating commonly exploited devices. The bot's every action has a statistically determined purpose and what might've seemed like buggy behavior in the honeypot really isn't. As a preference 'BrickerBot' will try to secure units without damaging them and the bricking behavior is a 'plan B' (yes the B stands for brick :) for units which are unlikely to be securable. A blogger on the net wondered about 'BrickerBot' simply trying to change his honeypot's login and this would've been due to the bot assuming the device had a persistent user db. Because the honeypots are often quite different from any actual devices the behaviors in them are usually weird. If security researchers made their honeypots look more like actual devices (that one could actually find with default credentials on the net) and hosted them on dirtier networks they would find even more interesting things going on..

Victor Gevers, who confirmed Janit0r's bricking statistics also believes this person is only misguided, and hopes to convince him to abandon his ways. "The writer of the email does not strike me as a bad person," Gevers told Bleeping Computer based on his own communications with Janit0r. "Just some young guy who was too eager to solve a problem."

Janit0r wants a change in IoT security standards

For the time being, Janit0r doesn't seem interested in stopping BrickerBot attacks, or at least not until officials and hardware vendors take a look at IoT security and start changing things with a hurry.

Authorities have been talking about IoT security standards for years, but in the meantime, some of the same vendors participating in those discussions have continued to ship out insecure devices with the same ol' default passwords. In a follow-up email, Janit0r wrote the following.

I consider my project a form of "Internet Chemotherapy" I sometimes jokingly think of myself as The Doctor. Chemotherapy is a harsh treatment that nobody in their right mind would administer to a healthy patient, but the Internet was becoming seriously ill in Q3 and Q4/2016 and the moderate remedies were ineffective. The side effects of the treatment were harmful but the alternative (DDoS botnet sizes numbering in the millions) would have been worse. I can only hope hope that when the IoT relapse comes we'll have better ways to deal with it. Besides getting the number of IoT DDoS bots to a manageable level my other key goal has been to raise awareness. The IoT problem is much worse than most people think, and I have some alarming stories to tell.

Janit0r is a wanted man

Nonetheless, the actions of BrickerBot place this malware in the same category as other destructive e-threats, such as ransomware and banking trojans. Janit0r already knows he's a wanted man and has taken many precautions.

Tracking down Janit0r's real life persona may also be a little harder than going after teenagers that rent DDoS botnets with their father's credit card. While he signed his Hack Forums posts with the name "Rob," Janit0r also used different names within each email, said he never intends to log into his Janit0r Hack Forums account again, and has consistently changed email addresses every few days.

For what's worth it, Janit0r has been very careful with his OpSec, compared to many of today's hackers, who, according to a Flashpoint report released yesterday, prefer Skype as their main communications method, an IM service known to give up data on its users to law enforcement.

Janit0r: I'm not a security researcher

Current clues like Janit0r's reverse engineering skills, in-depth knowledge of the malware scene, and a desire to do good, point to the fact that we may be dealing with another security researcher or network engineer that has decided to do something about the ever-increasing number of unsecured network and IoT devices.

"For what it's worth I'll state that I've never actually worked in networking, systems administration, information security or anything of the sort, but I have a hobby interest in all of the above. I believe that basic knowledge in such things is good self-defense in the 21st century," Janit0r wrote in an email.

Right now, all users and companies can do is to follow Radware and ICS-CERT's recommendations, and block access to Telnet and SSH ports, and also change the device's default password. Otherwise, they may get a visit from BrickerBot, and it might reach Plan B....

[cubansandwichfestival]

Paul Calderon and David Zayas

Victor Padilla:  Were going to talk about the Divine Horsemen and many things I definitely want to al about that and promote it on our online magazine. S tell us how you guys started, you guys started this like way back? What year was it that you actually started or go the idea to do the Divine Horseman?

Paul Calderon: 1995

Victor Padilla:  95 wow, and what was the inspiration behind it?

Paul Calderon: uh we needed a play to open the season with hah, we didn’t have one haha

Victor Padilla:  So whose idea was it, both of you guys got together and created it or?

David Zayas:  No, I was really just starting out I hadn’t really done much when and Paul wrote this I wasn’t going to be in it I was going to be the stage manager of it, that had to be 1995, but circumstances happened that the actor that was playing the role of Iffy which Im playing now, he couldn’t do it, so I jumped in and it was a really great experience.

Victor Padilla:  Wow, tell us a little about the show and the baseline of it, the purpose behind it

Paul Calderon: Back then or now?

Victor Padilla:  Well back then and then now, kind of like a recap                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Paul Calderon: Well back then again I was working on a novel and my wife was the artistic director of the theatre company at the time and I said listen you need a play to open the season with, you don’t have one, turn those ideas that you are working on in the novel into a play and I wrote it like in a couple of weeks and lucky for me I had great talent behind me, you know David was able to step in to take over a very challenging role, we had John Ortiz, Phillip Seymore Hoffman, and you know, we had a great experience we did a workshop and the response was great, and then shortly after it was auctioned off, it just didn’t go the way that I envisioned it, because all of a sudden the Latino characters were turned into something else, I took the rights back and shelved it. Then this past year David and my wife coerced me into bringing it back.

Victor Padilla:  That’s cool, so David, tell us where your from and a little bit of your family history

David Zayas: Well my parents were born in Puerto Rico and I was born in the Bronx and raised in the Bronx and yea over by I grew up by southern blvd over there and when I got older we moved to the Soundview section of the Bronx. And yea that where I grew up. I come from a really strong influence Puerto Rican background, still am, still living in the Bronx, I’m living in the ghetto right now, things are going good got into acting late in life, joined the air force when I was 18, came back became a cop for NY for 15 years, then started acting.

Victor Padilla:  So playing police parts is easier for you for or is it weird?

David Zayas: None of it is easy really, you know certain things come easy, the jargon, the police jargon, comes more naturally to me maybe more than someone else you know, but It all boils down to the specificity of what was written for you and you try to make that true as you can

Victor Padilla:  Yea that’s true, and Paul tell us a little about your history and stuff which I already know but let’s talk about it hehe

Paul Calderon: I was born in Puerto Rico, I came here when I was 6 I didn’t know any English, my uncles kept stressing when I would speak to them in Spanish and they would say to speak in English but I didn’t know any English. It was rough coming here because there was no bilingual education in school back then, it was pretty tough. You know the public school in New York back then in the 50s were pretty rough you know but it gave me a lot to draw from for characters in the future.

Victor Padilla:  And things are so different with school now a days you know and kids are going to grow up with hunchbacks because they’re all hunched over looking at their phones hahahha.

So David tell us a little about what your inspiration was to get into acting what and who inspired you

David Zayas: I think I was 12 when I went to see Dog Day Afternoon, and I was like oh wow I don’t know what’s going on but I kind of want to get involved in whatever the experience Im going through in this moment with this film and from there it was always in the back of my mind, I wanted to be involved somehow.  You know then life takes over and you put it on the back burner and then when I was like 29 I said you know I’m going to give it a shot. Started going to acting classes and getting involved with everything that was there at the time that I was able to get involved with, I had to surround myself with people that I saw had took this seriously and was going to teach me how to have a good work ethic. I’m a good observer.

Victor Padilla:  So Paul tell us a little about your inspiration and what got you started into acting..

Paul Calderon: You know I was always a movie buff, my mom was very strict and sometimes she wouldn’t let me go out especially when we came to this country. I used to spend hours and hours watching movies on tv because back then it was just movies around the clock. Then my mom and my step dad, we would go to the movies religiously on the weekends, and I remember seeing Viva Zapata, Shane, The Blob, a whole bunch of great films, and back then, before the movies would begin, they would part the curtains, and it would be such an experience I remember asking my mom “do these actors know each other?” Haha. I told her I think I wanna be an actor I must have been 6 or 7. Then it went on the backburner for years.

Victor Padilla:  So David tell us about a something funny that happened during filming…

Paul Calderon: Funny moments, I have so many of them. I think filming a scene where I come out of the car with my gun running after somebody and had a woman come and put her arms around me because she recognized me and having to yell cut, and then I have the gun in my hand so it was weird and funny

Victor Padilla:  So Paul tell us a funny moment

Paul Calderon:   Well my wife is here so she recently pointed out this moment, I was doing Sea of Love with Pacino in 89, and we were shooting by west 86th st it was like 2 in the morning and we had a break we had a dinner break, at 2 in the morning, Pacino says, Im going to Hermes which was this famous restaurant on 72nd st and Broadway, hahah we all started running after him because he’s walking down the block to get in the cab and I push my wife to the side and start running after Pacino to go to Hermes with him hahhha!

Victor Padilla:  Did she yell bring me something back hahah

Paul Calderon:  She was pissed hahaha

Victor Padilla:  So tell us a little bit about where Divine Horsemen is showing and how people can get tickets and stuff and where to go online

David Zayas: Well we have one more week left, from the 4th through the 27th and its at Access Theatre, on the 4th floor, tickets are $25.oo, they can visit our website: https://divinehorsemen.brownpapertickets.com, itll sell out quick so buy the tickets

Victor Padilla:  Are you only doing it there are you going to start doing it out of state in different locations

Paul Calderon:  The reason why we went ahead with the interview is that were open to move it to continue with it.

Victor Padilla:  Now we come down to the very important question for both of you which is : What is your favorite Latino food and do you love Cuban sandwiches?

David Zayas: Where you at, are you in Miami?

Victor Padilla:  No, No, I am 5 hours away from Miami but Im a Tampa boy, Im from Tampa, Ybor city area.

Paul Calderon:  You mentioned the Cuban sandwiches before Victor hahahha

David Zayas:  You know listen, its always been a favorite of mine the arroz y habichuelas con pernil, I don’t say no to that wherever Im at and if its done good its even better. Ive curved on that recently trying to keep my weight down.

Victor Padilla:  Yea that’s a hard one to resist, any latin food lol.  So do you like Cuban Sandwiches?

David Zayas:  I do like Cuban Sandwiches, not a big pickle fan, and they usually put pickles in it, but I can get used to a good Cuban sandwich

Victor Padilla:  Good! And Paul

Paul Calderon: Probably my favorite latin food now that I think about it is when my mom would make arroz con gandules y carne guisada.

Victor Padilla:  So who in your lifetime guys has been your hero or inspiration in Life

David Zayas: That’s a very objective question, I think that it would be my father, because of the amazing work ethic that kind of brushed off on me, the responsibility. There is a lot of family members that Ive observed that have had a positive influence on me

Paul Calderon: Positive impact? Early on I can’t say I had too many. I had to get through a lot on my own. I had some Uncles that were cool guys but some of their habits were not something to emulate, so years later in life when I met someone that was a beautiful spirit I was able to learn from later on in life, he has since has passed he wasn’t an actor, he was just a  beautiful spirit and I was able to learn how to work others through him you know.

Victor Padilla Speaks with Puerto Rican Actors Paul Calderon and David Zayas Paul Calderon and David Zayas Victor Padilla:  Were going to talk about the Divine Horsemen and many things I definitely want to al about that and promote it on our online magazine.