#mancion

[wgm-beautiful-world]

Mansion on the banks of the Bosporus, ISTANBUL

[fantasticfoxsweets]

Ts MANCION❤️

[dantakeyoman]

𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘 | 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞

♡ 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒚, 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒛𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒆-𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬), 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐨𝐟 𝐳𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬), 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚: 𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 *

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

"Looks like anyone who's ever been in a movie lives on this block," Columbus stated, reading the map he picked up as Tally drove you through the Hollywood Hills.

"What exactly you think we're doin' in the 90210, Sally?" Tallahassee smirked.

"I pictured Tom Cruise living somewhere nicer," Wichita stated as you passed his house.

"Definitely," you agreed, watching it go by.

After driving through Arizona and into California, the five of you agreed to keep your little troupe going until you reached Pacific Playland.

Though, Tallahassee had an idea of somewhere you all could crash for some R 'n R.

So that was where you were going first.

"He's a B-lister compared to who I got in mind, folks. We're goin' to the tippy top of the A-list," he assured

"Who?" Little Rock asked.

"You'll see," he cheesed.

Turning the corner, he rode up the driveway of a house with a golden BM on its gates.

"It's a big BM?" Columbus asked.

"And it ain't Bob Marley," Tal quipped.

He pulled over and the lot of you got out, heading in through the ornate front doors.

The place was beyond fancy with golden in nearly every corner, and big, beautiful archways.

It was a gorgeous house.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to La Mancion de Murray," Tal proudly introduced, walking the four of you into a room where a large painting of the famous comedian stood.

"You've gotta be jokin'," you smiled.

"No way. This guy has a direct line to my funny bone," Wichita gasped.

"Whoa, whoa, wait. Who's Bill Murray?" Little Rock asked, confused.

"Hey, I've never hit a kid before," Tal shook his head, disappointed.

"I blame you," you turned to Wichita, "Poor girl wasn't educated."

"I mean, that's like asking who Gandhi is," Tal waved off.

"Who's Gandhi?" The little girl asked again.

You cocked a brow at Wichita, and she scoffed, "She's twelve."

"And you're failing as a parental figure," you shrugged, heading towards the kitchen.

"There's no Twinkies in here," Columbus reported, already having checked every cabinet.

"Shit fuck!" Tally cursed, walking in and kicking a low cabinet.

"Told ya we shoulda gone to Russell Crowe's," you cooed, sitting yourself down on the counter in front of him, "But you don't listen."

"Excuse me for makin' mistake, Miss Perfect," he taunted, rolling his eyes and leaning against the side of the counter.

"Hello? Inside voices," Columbus reminded, picking up his gun, "At least until we know we're alone. Tallahassee, Jersey, take that way. Little Rock, Wichita, come with me."

"Why do I get stuck with her?" Tal complained.

Fakely, of course.

"I'm not jumpin' to be put with you, either, cowboy," you scoffed with a smile, hopping off the counter and bumping him with your hip, heading off in the direction Columbus pointed.

Before he followed you, shut his eyes and took a deep breath, regaining his composure.

You had to be doing this shit on purpose.

No way you weren't.

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

Walking into one of the bedrooms, the two of you shared a look, glancing at the bed, before looking at each other again.

You booked it, but Tal, already guessing your plan, grabbed you by your waist and tossed you back, running for the bed himself.

"Fuckin' cheat!" You exclaimed, recovering and chasing him.

"You snooze, you lose, sweetheart," he smirked, flopping belly first onto the bed.

But you walked over and grabbed him by his ankles, flipping him over the side.

He landed on the floor with a groan, and you happily crawled on the bed, leaning over the edge to look at him.

You grabbed his hat off his head, carefully placing it on your head.

"Guess you could say I gotchu floored, huh?" You smirked.

He looked up at you with a smile, caught off-guard by the horrible pun.

God, you looked so pretty with his hat on your head.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that," he denied.

"Oh, c'mon, you've said way worse," you scoffed, crawling over and putting down your feet.

"I just add that charm to it," he smirked, standing up and dusting himself off, "S'a me thing, y'know."

"All right, then. Let me try," you cleared your throat, prepping your voice for his country accent, "Guess you could say I gotchu floored, huh?"

He shook his head, throwing an arm around your shoulder, "Needs work."

"I think the hat should give me extra points," you adjusted it as you two walked into the next room.

It sounded like the other three were watching Ghostbusters somewhere, 'cause the theme song could be heard crystal clear in this room.

Tally threw off his jacket as he shimmied, throwing himself onto the couch and holding up his feet.

"Help me with the boots. C'mon," he bicycled to the music, clapping.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the things, yanking them off and tossing them somewhere.

"Thanks, doll," he smiled, sitting up.

"Sure," you blushed, quickly covering by picking up the golf club and balls you found in the corner of the room.

You set up shop were you found them, picking out a ball and winding up your swing, smacking it into the fireplace.

Tally was back up again, horribly dancing to the music still playing, humming along here and there.

You wound up another swing, hitting the ball into the wall, making it roll off somewhere.

Behind the music, you could've sworn you heard the sounds of footsteps, but you paid it no mind.

Probably just one of the others.

Or maybe some sort of creaking.

This place was abandoned, after all.

You didn't really care either way.

It was the one time you could finally let your guard down, finally let loose and live life past the nightmare outside.

You already had enough to worry about.

You wound up again, a little anger fueling your swing as the ball smacked into the window sill, ricocheting off a whole bunch of things until it hit Tallahassee in the face.

He groaned, and dropped to his knees, before allowing himself to fully flop on the ground.

"Shit!" You winced, quickly running over, and kneeling down in front to him "Tally, I am so sorry. It was an accident."

The footsteps had gotten louder but you still ignored it, more focused on making sure your cowboy was all right.

You lifted his chin, checking his eyes to make sure he didn't have a concussion, and they looked fine until they went wide, landing on something behind you.

"Bill Murray, you're a zombie?" He winced.

You quickly whipped around and grabbed your club in one motion, using it to hit Murray in the knees and make him fall.

"Auugh! Ow! I'm on fire!" He shouted in pain, rolling over and clutching his ass, "Ouch!"

"You're not a zombie, you're talkin'....you're okay?" Tal asked, confused, as the two of you stood up.

"The hell I am!" He exclaimed, slowly and painfully, pulling himself up.

'Coulda fooled me.'

"I'm sorry. I didn't know that it was you you," you apologized.

"Are you...? What's with the get up?" Tal asked, referring to the zombie makeup the actor had on for some reason.

"Oh, I do it to blend in. Zombies don't mess with other zombies," he panted, breathing himself through the pain, "Buddy of mine showed me how to do this. Cornstarch. You know, some berries, a little licorice for the ladies."

You nodded, not understanding a single word of what this man was saying.

'Maybe he hit his head, too.'

"Suits my lifestyle, y'know. I like to get out and do stuff. Just played nine holes on the Riviera. Just walked on. Nobody there."

Tal smiled his shouting smile, and you took a deep sigh, prepping your ears.

"Goddamn it, Bill fuckin' Murray!" He exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air, "I had to get that out. I don't mean to gush. This is so surreal. I mean, you probably get this all the time. ....Well, maybe not lately, but I'm such a huge fan of yours."

Bill smiled, bowing a humble thanks.

"I've seen every one of your movies a million times. I even love your dramatic roles and just everything," he continued, "Seven people left in the world, one of them is Bill fuckin' Murray. I know that's not your middle name but I just...I been watching your movies since I was...er...since I could masturbate. Not that the two were connected."

You could tell he was going off the rails a little, so you rested a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Tal, hon, I think he understands," you snickered, hopefully reeling him in a little bit.

"It's all right. That's why we do it," Bill smiled.

"I love you, Bill. I love you," Tal finished, giving him a quick bow.

"Thank you," he turned to you, noticing that your eyes had set sights on his unruly hair.

"You are staring at me. It's a hairpiece," he assured, lifting it and putting it back down.

"Sorry, no, it was just that you look remarkably like Eddie Van Halen," you laughed.

"I just saw Eddie Van Halen" he nodded.

"No way," you gasped.

"Where?" Tal asked.

"At the Hollywood Bowl."

"How was that?"

"Well, he's a zombie."

You sucked your teeth, "That's a tough break."

The three of you stood there for a moment, awkwardly, until Bill broke the silence.

"Well, how about a little West Coast hospitality. Can I get you something? What would you like?"

You and Tally turned to each other at the same time, sharing the same devilish smirk.

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

A bunch of weed and couple reenactments later, and the three of you were now right outside the home theater, getting ready to send in Bill.

Wichita, Little Rock, and Columbus were in there, watching Ghostbusters, and you and Tal planned to have Bill walk in and scare the shit out of them.

Everyone will scream, everyone will laugh, it was gonna be a grand ol' time.

"Wait, wait, wait," you stopped them, "I saw a Polaroid in the other room. I wanna get a pic of Doofus' face."

The two men nodded and you quickly scurried off to find the camera, excited.

They both were warmed at how giddy and relaxed you looked, but Bill could tell that Tal was enjoying it a great deal more than him.

"Your wife's lovely. A very kind woman," Bill complimented, leaning against the wall.

"Oh, you're seein' her happy. Wait 'til you piss 'er off," Tally scoffed with a smile.

After a moment's delay, he finally processed the sentence, snapping his head over to the actor, "Wait, wife?"

"Yeah," Bill nodded, cocking a brow, "You guys are married, right?"

"Oh, no, no, no, we're not like that," Tal assured, "Just very good friends."

Bill's eyebrows flattened almost immediately, and he gave the man a very sarcastic look.

People were still doing this shit at the end of the world?

"You're joking, right?" He asked, wondering if this was all a big joke.

Tal shook his head.

Bill sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "That's impossible. You two are very obviously in love."

"Nah," Tal shook his head again, crossing his arms, "I mean, don't get me wrong, I may be sweet on the gal, but she's too good for me. She deserves someone better."

"Don't know if you took a look outside lately, but last I checked, there is no one better," Bill corrected.

"And even if there was, that woman is still blatantly in love with y-." "Sorry for the wait, I got lost," you came back, camera in hand.

The two men quickly clammed up, covering any sort of hint as to what they were talking about before.

"So Columbus is the scared one?" Bill asked, slipping on his wig as if nothing happened.

Must be all the acting.

"Yeah. He's like a little mouse," you nodded, holding the camera at the ready.

Tal was still lost in deep thought, replaying his conversation with Bill.

Him being in love with you? ....Possibility

You being in love with him? No way in hell.

Bill had to be pulling his leg. It was impossible.

If it was true, surely he would've seen some sort of sign from you.

But you'd done nothing out of the ordinary....to his recollection.

"I'll get him," Bill assured, holding up his arms like a zombie, "Watch this.

He skulked into the theater, loudly groaning and grunting like a zombie.

And Columbus yelped in fright.

But just as you popped in the door to snap the picture, Columbus picked up his gun and shot Bill square in the chest, your camera catching the whole thing.

He let out a loud shout of pain and dropped into the closest chair.

"Holy shit!" You exclaimed, everyone quickly rushing to his aid.

"No, no, it's okay, it's okay. I got him," Columbus assured.

"Is that.... how you say hello.... where you're from?" Bill asked, weakly.

Columbus' eyes went wide in realization, and he raked a nervous hand through his hair, "Oh my God. I can't believe I just shot Bill Murray."

Tal shook his head sadly, turning to the poor man, "Mr. Murray?"

"I'm just Bill, I think, now," he sighed.

"Bill...I don't think we're gonna be able to stitch this," Tal admitted.

You rested a soft hand on Bill's shoulder, "You think you can pull through?"

He turned to you, and shook his head, "No."

"If it's worth anything now, I am so sorry. It was just instinctive," Columbus quickly apologized.

"It was my bad," Bill assured, "I was never a very good practical joker."

Little Rock crouched down to his eye level, "So, do you have any regrets?"

He paused for a moment, thinking.

"Garfield, maybe."

'Very fair.'

And with a final, incredibly long breath, Bill Murray, the zombie-impersonating actor, was dead.

Wichita let out a snicker, and everyone turned to her with disbelief.

"I'm sorry. He just gets me," she apologized, her smile quickly falling, "But it still is sad."

You nodded, "Even worse to have a polaroid of it."

You somberly held up the photo, which showed the flash of the gun and Columbus' terrified face, along with Bill's body falling into the chair.

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

After giving Bill a proper send off, and disposing the body, the crew decided the best way to cancel out the depressing end of the day was to play some late night Monopoly.

So here you were, curled up next to Tallahassee as you did your best to stay awake through the painfully boring game

"Ooo, free parking," Wichita commended Little Rock as she landed on the space, "Which is the best thing about Zombieland."

"No, best thing about Z-land, no Facebook status updates," Columbus chimed, "You know, Rob Curtis is gearin' up for Friday. Who cares?"

"The best thing is no more flushing," Tal corrected, taking a bite of his Ding Dong, "Epic."

"And the worst thing about Z-land?" Wichita asked.

"You mean, other than the fact that I shot Bill Murray?" Columbus hung his head.

"That's easy," Tal nodded, "Losin' Buck."

The girls looked confused

"S'his puppy," you yawned, trying to stay awake and present in the conversation.

"I'm gonna tell you, I never thought I could love anything like Buck," he sighed, "He was just...the day he was born, I just lost my mind."

Wichita looked down, guilty, "Sorry."

"We were two peas. He had my personality, my laugh, my appetite."

...

'Laugh?'

And that's when it hit you.

Buck wasn't a puppy.

Buck was a boy.

Buck was his son.

'Holy shit.'

You felt like shit. Pure, bonefide shit.

How had you not noticed the signs?

How had you not noticed that outside your own selfish pool of despair, there were others circling the drain, too?

Tal had gotten choked up, his eyes glassy as he fished something out his pocket.

"We made this wallet together out of duct tape," he sniffled, handing it to you.

You carefully took it, tearing up at the pictures of the little, blonde boy, who was nothing but smiles.

It was adorably homemade, the tape not uniform at all and still a little sticky. But it was clear that it was well loved and held a multitude of memories for Tal.

'Fuckin' hell.'

You handed it back to him, giving his shoulder a comforting rub and shooting a sincere look.

He gave you a small nod of thanks, and started to pull himself together, sniffling for the last time.

"I haven't cried like that since Titantic," he sighed, dabbing away a couple tears with some cash.

𝒛 𝒐 𝒎 𝒃 𝒊 𝒆 𝒍 𝒂 𝒏 𝒅

[phantomirage]

The Kocho sisters🦋

yes,like in the canon,one of the sisters was hashira and the other was tsuguko,only… Shinobu is the insect hashira and Kanae is Gyomei's tsuguko,as another fact Kanae never faced Douma,but Shinobu She is still doing very well with medicine,before being hashira Shinobu went to the first of the two that was chosen as a tsuguko,but it was not the tsuguko of Gyomei but Makomo,who helped her with her perfect breathing style,and at 16 Shinobu became the insect Hashira,(later I will give more information about shinobu in this amm… AU?)

little taisho secrets 🐝Shinobu,when she was chosen by Makomo to be her Tsuguko,didn't know Sabito(at that time she was already the flower hashira and Sabito had no idea what to do with a fucking hospital,she was like 14?,don't judge her),so the kakushi were in charge,and it made Sabito feel useless,it wasn't until her aneki(Makomo)told Shinobu that she knew about pharmaceutics,in addition to the fact that she taught her and Sabito asked her if she could help her in the garden mancion,and in exchange 🐝Sabito and she could train together,currently they both run the mansion,more than anything Shinobu Shinobu and Sabito share a mantion but Sabito brings many animals she encounters,which bothers Shinobu and Aoi a little,but at least they are not annoying and they have learned to coexist with them 🐝Shinobu's haori,clothing,and general appearance are very different from those in canon(her new haori and legwarmers are a gift from her teacher Makomo) 🐝Shinobu,before being Makomo tsuguko,was a great admirer of her,and was very excited when Makomo chose her as her apprentice 🐝After a while of knowing each other,Sabito gave Shinobu a fox mask with purple details and Shinobu gave him a butterfly clip with colors similar to the ones she uses 🐝Their tsugukos are still alive,it's just that the three of them now take different paths one married another slayer and now runs a wisteria house another became a kakushi and another now works as a medical assistant in the garden mansion

(yes,the butterfly mansion in this AU is called garden mansion is called that instead of butterfly)

[occhietti]

Cécile Mancion Fashion Illustrations

[ichbinmeltdown]

4. THIS MF IS NAMED LUIGI MANCIONE

You mean to tell me that

The man who just led police on a wild goose chase for 5 days and left decoys that basically trolled the cops chasing him just suddenly shows up at a random McDonald's in broad daylight with the gun, a written manifesto in his pocket, and all of his equipment conveniently on him

A minimum wage employee at McDonald's ratted on him

He just happened to show up just as people were really starting to calisfy in their opinions and were clowning endlessly on the cops

Yeah, you'll excuse me if I find this hard to believe

[tuchica01]

Amo mi vida, ami trabajo, amo mi mancion de casa, amo mi camioneta, amo a mi esposo y a mi familia.

[two-tonexiptr]

"Spookis Jumpscare mancion" - A man who cant spell mansion (me)

[free2458reviews]

This is my little girl, she is 10 months old. We are now living in a tent because of the war. I cannot buy her the baby formula and milk she needs because of the high prices and the war. Please help my little girl because she is suffering now. https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-me-family-from-in-gaza?utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link

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Media, real estate, politics and yes, even healthcare. Mancione family Baltimore area group begin in the city's Little Italy neighborhood in 1925 and humble beginnings they were. Nicolas Mangione senior was only 11 when his father, an Italian immigrant who couldn't. Right passed away Nick the family patriarch grew up for but was determined to make his own way in the world. A World War 2 Navy vet and later self-made millionaire.

[straiker]

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[glitchylaptop]

Si, supongo qur tienes razon jaja, la verdad creo que me puse mas nerviosa porque es alguien que conosco desde la mancion pero solo ahorita me doy cuenta de que me gusta-Tessa

Ah curioso, alguien de la infancia tal vez?

[winebleeds]

@mancicon​​​​   sent    ❛          catcher hug (for ral but he doesn’t catch rory pls)             ❜

⤑   HUG A SPENCER

      HE SPOTS THE TALL FIGURE RUNNING  at his direction.  the approaching bassist makes raleigh pause his own steps towards the cafe’s counter.  with his cup of tea in hand,  he first assume rory is simply coming to   greet  him or even to   cross  by him to venture around the cafe or spot  maddie.  instead,  seeing the   WIDE OPEN ARMS,  a sinking feeling realizes raleigh’s the target.  knees   clutch,  scanning to put the tea somewhere before  collision.

      ‘  wait  i hav-  ’      but his words are   fruitless  as rory   collides into raleigh.  the cup of tea flies out of raleigh’s hand.  the  sizzling  liquid spreads on the floor before rory joins   on top  the spill.  because raleigh's arms were   not  quick enough to catch him  (even then, raleigh’s strength couldn’t hold all 77 inches of rory brennan in his armss).  instead,  arms that attempt to   clung  to raleigh only   pull on his button-up shirt during his fall.  raleigh looks down at the result of this attempt,  rubbing a hand behind his neck that   ache  from the tugged shirt.      ‘  sorry.  ’

[villings]

Oh aire mío ¿se detendrán los rumores del corazón porque habla la que conoce mi medida como la playa conoce sus granos de arena como la ciudad conoce sus calles y mansiones como la mar mide en la grupa de sus golfos el arco iris de las medusas y la resaca de los muertos violentos?

Presagios | Michel Leiris

[highlifeboat]

You know, i imagine that even after whole incident in Baker's mancion, Mia and Zoe would still fall asleep, tightly hugging each other, because it still brings much of the comfort and keeps nightmares away.

Before learning why they doing this, Alcina found it rather cute. After they told her... she can't help, but envelope them in a hug too, like trying to protect them from old horrors.

They hold each other tight when they sleep, like they're afraid if they don't one of them will vanish. It's created this dynamic where they find it hard to sleep peacefully without each other.

They can sleep individually with Alcina, but they're more wrestles when they do. Zoe tends to toss and turn without Mia, and Mia will curl into herself and mutter quiet pleas. Alcina does her best to bring comfort, but it obviously isn't the same as them being wrapped in each others arms.

This does eventually change after Alcina becomes part of this ritual, holding both of them close while they sleep like she's shielding them from their nightmares and memories.

It helps a lot.

[shelter13]

A theory:

Raphael is actually Ezarel. After events of the first Eldarya's season Nevra turned him into a vampire, he teleported on the Earth and accidentally went to the mancion, where Ez finds other vampires.

Evidences:

1) They both have blue hair and a ponytail.

2) The endings of their name are kinda similar. RaphaEL - EzarEL.

3) They both fight with rapier.

4) Did you see Raphael's room? There are some alchemical things here, no doubt.

Conclusion? He i s Ezarel. That's explain why he dislikes talking about his past. What happend with his eyes? We'll see.

[two-evil-tails]

⏳

Send a "⏳" and My Muse will speak about something or someone they really miss.

"Someone I miss... Huh. Why would anyone be interested in knowing that?" It didn't seem like he had much choice on the matter. The fox looked quite uncomfortable when he started talking.

"It was before I met Scourge. I still lived with my parents, however, I started finding my way out of the mancion. I've been running away for months at that point just to feel a whiff of freedom. I found a bird that was damaged by someone's claws. I remember researching it as it was sitting on my window right after I bandaged it. It was an owl and I called it 'Darkness'. I was... Quite dramatic back then." He tried to explain himself with a huff.

"I killed small critters for it to eat. It wasn't pleasant, but it needed it to live. After a while it healed up and was ready to leave. But... My mother found it first." The clear blue eyes darkened as the fox looked away, seemingly not intending to continue.