#marbel hall

[livesunique]

Budavári Palota, Budapest, Hungary

[dijetemjeseca]

M. von Welsch, J. L. von Hildebrandt, B. Neumann i dr., carska dvorana s freskama G. B. Tiepola, dovršena 1752., Rezidencija, Würzburg, Njemačka

U jedan od najimpresivnijih pothvata 18.st. spada uređenje biskupske rezidencije u Würzburgu, oko 1750. To je djelo arhitekta Balthasara Neumanna i suradnika, a slikarsku dekoraciju unutrašnjosti izveo je slikar Giambatista Tiepolo. Kaisersaal, carska dvorana, predstavlja raskošni gesamkunstwerk od mramora, štuka, pozlate, boje i svjetlosti. Na stropu je Tiepolo naslikao prizore iz života cara Friedricha Barbarosse. Tiepolova interpretacija smješta prikazane likove u 16.st., odjevene u venecijanske kostime. (Zubek, Fulir, Ćus, Avmedoski; 2014., 98)

[atangledfate]

Double Trouble!

The long hall of the facility seemed near endless. The numerous holding cells that lined the wall each held long time criminals. These were not your average run of the mill criminal either. These were the near impossible to hold individuals that GUN had designated as high threat levels. The kinds of people that were either able to cause mass destruction or chaos in the streets.

The Facility wasn't unknown to the greater population, but few got to see the inside. GUN had taken up the duty of keeping people like these locked up and by proxy the people safe. Or that was the belief of the higher ups within GUN.

The Tall Wolf glanced back at Magnus his hands behind his back and his one good eye giving the young GUN agent a stern look. Few knew about Lupus, or how he managed to gain his place within GUN. But he was an old soldier and he and Abe were close comrades and allies. He had personally been chosen to oversee the prison at least for the time being.

" So, who did you piss off to get this job? "

He said in a rather blunt tone as he walked with Magnus.

" Did you read the case file? Command expects you to whip these two into shape. Frankly you'll be lucky to get them to keep there traps shut... let alone complete a mission. Back in my day we'd have drown them and buried there corpses at sea... but i suppose im old and cranky... "

He paused at two cells giving Magnus a long look as he handed him the keycard to there cells. The two siblings were none other then the Marbel twins. They had a rap sheet a mile long, mostly petty theft, vadalism, and impersonating an officer and so much more. Though nothing inherently violent the two Possums were a menace and had been locked up here more because they kept escaping from there old prison.

" Oh, Look brother a Visitor! and oooo a Handsome one at that! "

" Oh---- i call Dibs! "

@aureumdraconeus

[crescentcitymultimuse]

Sam had already received his first seeing rune, the black fresh ink standing out across his outer bicep, the rest of his olive skin untouched. He felt d i f f e r e n t. He'd nearly passed out from the burning pain as the silent brothers carved without hesitation. He hadn't seen Ruby since arriving at the institute. Clary had kept him busy with the books and the training.. he would do anything to get stronger, it was helpful, sure, but the demon blood was just as important.. if not more important in getting his brother back. "I'm gonna head out," he wiped sweat from his brow, clary stood there out of breath, red hair damp and messy, freckles dusting her cheeks and nose. "We've been at it for hours… I just, I need to go grab a bite to eat," he pushed his hair back trying his best to keep his voice steady. "Yeah.. sure, I'm pretty beat myself," and without any more explanation they'd broken away from eachother. He walked thru the institutes high walled halls, marvelous, light marbel floors that reflected the light of the blue torches all along either side of the path. He almost felt he'd found a place to finally belong. A reason. A bigger picture… he only wished Dean would have been there to see it. He could only imagine the look on his face if he'd been told the story of the angel raziel. Of their family secret. The grandfather clock at the enterance read about 730 sharp, he was going to be late. In a flash he was out the door and into the muggy noon air, the sun was still kissing the clouds good night, and the street, as usual packed with people. He rushed his way through, bumping into whomever he must to speed his way to the lower ninth ward, she'd said beside burkleys liquor, in the abandoned store with the boarded up windows.

Only when Sam managed to sneak through the back, he knocked his head on the window sill before pulling himself in only to not ruby, but a boy.. not too much younger than himself standing only three feet away.

[skywarpie]

Okay I wrote a little snippet of Copia's neice stealing the cane and trike:

As the girl grows, copia worried about messing up washed away… however she was diagnosed with adhd and anxiety, so that makes his anxiety rise when she’s impulsive or shaking like a small dog.

            “SCUSSI! MI Dispace!” HE cried out, as he pushes past siblings. As who gladly got out of the way.“EVA! Cara, get back here!”

Eva was down the hall, turning around the corner on a little cardinal red tricycle. Laughs of mischievous echo past, and in imagery was reminisce of the little cherub statues of angels, with  her blond hair in tiny curls However, in action she wasmore like an imp, epsically when she stole cane.

            “FREEDOM!” She Cheered, holding it up as if she was a leading gernal or queen on the battle field leading an army.

"DEAD END! EVA THAT'S A DEAD END!"

            CRASH!!!!! She goes face first into the marbel as the cane hits the wall, leaving a spider web crack.

            She pushes her self up, and locks eyes with him… tears welling up in the mistmatch eyes, and blood tricklign out of her nose.

            “Ah, no no, It'll be alrigh-"

“WAHHH!”

this kid got copia

[principe-antonio]

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[thxnews]

DOLE@90: Job Fair Extravaganza Sparks Opportunities

  Job Seekers Urged to Explore 21 Job Fair Sites Nationwide

Nationwide Job Fair Extravaganza As the Department of Labor and Employment (DOLE) gears up to celebrate its 90th founding anniversary next month, job seekers nationwide are in for a treat. A whopping 28,136 job vacancies are up for grabs across 21 job fair sites, spanning from December 1 to 14. The call to action is loud and clear – the DOLE encourages all aspiring professionals to explore the plethora of opportunities waiting for them.   Metro Manila Hotspots In the bustling heart of Metro Manila, job hunters can flock to various venues. The Manila Science High School auditorium kicks off the job fair extravaganza on December 1, followed by Barangay Hall in Pateros on December 7, and Robinsons Metro East in Pasig City on December 3 for both local and overseas job opportunities. Venue Date Manila Science High School, Taft Avenue Dec. 1 Barangay Hall, Pateros Dec. 7 Robinsons Metro East, Pasig City Dec. 5 & 3   Top Industries and Vacancies Among the buzzing industries are business process outsourcing, manufacturing, retail and sales, construction, and hospitality. The coveted positions include customer service representatives, production workers/operators, cashiers, baggers, laborers, carpenters, painters, casino dealers, and service crew. The DOLE hints at the possibility of more openings surfacing in the days to come.  

Preparation is Key

Job seekers are advised to come prepared. Ensure you have all the necessary documents, such as a well-crafted resume, certificate of employment for previous job stints, diploma, transcript of records, and relevant training certificates.   Luzon, Visayas, and Mindanao Stops The job fair caravan doesn't stop in Metro Manila. Various venues across Luzon, Visayas, and Mindanao will host job fairs, ensuring opportunities are accessible to all. Check the table for dates and locations.   Luzon Region Venue Date Cordillera Administrative Region Sky Zone, Porta Vaga Mall, Baguio City Dec. 1 Ilocos Region Robinsons Place Pangasinan, Calasiao, Pangasinan Dec. 1 Ilocos Region Pangasinan Provincial Capitol, Lingayen, Pangasinan Dec. 7 Cagayan Valley SM City Tuguegarao, Bagay Road, Tuguegarao City Dec. 2 Central Luzon Bataan Provincial Capitol, Balanga City, Bataan Dec. 1 Central Luzon Waltermart, Cabanatuan City, Nueva Ecija Dec. 1 Calabarzon Lipa Academy for Sports, Culture and Arts (LASCA), Sto. Tomas-Lipa Road, Lipa City, Batangas Dec. 2 Bicol Region SM City Legazpi, Legazpi City, Albay Dec. 1 Visayas Region Venue Date Western Visayas SM City Iloilo, Iloilo City Dec. 7 Central Visayas Taloto covered court, Barangay Taloto, Tagbilaran City Dec. 2 Central Visayas Poblacion, Madridejos, Cebu Dec. 6 Central Visayas SM Seaside, Cebu City Dec. 8 Eastern Visayas Tacloban City Convention Center, Tacloban City, Leyte Dec. 1 Mindanao Region Venue Date Zamboanga Peninsula KCC Mall de Zamboanga, Gov. Camins Road, Zamboanga City, Zamboanga del Sur Dec. 4 Northern Mindanao SM Uptown Cagayan de Oro, Mastersons Avenue, Cagayan de Oro City Dec. 1 and 2 Davao Region People's Park Davao, Palma Gil St, Davao City Dec. 2 SOCCSKSARGEN Notre Dame of Marbel University Dec. 14 Caraga Robinsons Place Butuan, Jose C. Aquino Ave., Butuan City Dec. 1  

DOLE@90: Celebrating a Legacy of Service

The Department of Labor and Employment, which started as a bureau in 1908, evolved into a dynamic department under Act 4121 on December 8, 1933. This year's anniversary theme, "DOLE@90: Serbisyong Mabilis at Matapat sa Bagong Pilipinas," reflects the commitment to swift and honest service in the Philippines' new era. In the spirit of celebration, the DOLE invites everyone to join the job fair extravaganza, making it not just a commemoration of their rich history but an investment in the future of countless Filipino professionals. So, polish those resumes, gather your certificates, and mark your calendars for a chance to step into a brighter future.   Sources: THX News & Philippine News Agency. Read the full article

[perfectisgeorgette]

Daddy had arrived. Right on time. Too bad she decided last minute she wanted her giant mirror to be cleaned and rehung up. Luckily, he was freshening up...so she knew it would be a while before he was ready for dinner! The doorbell rang! "Ralph! Thank you so much for coming to help me on such short notice!" She hurried him inside! Latching onto his giant arm and practically giving it a hug. Way easier than hugging him. So big and unlady like. "I decided last minute I needed this giant mirror to be cleaned and totally forgot its absolutely impossible to get it back up on top of the mantel!" Almost dragging him down the giant marbel hall way towards the enormous living room area Georgette practically hopped on her tip toes. "You see this giant mirror." She pointed to the ornate mirror lined in a gold frame. "I need it to go up there!" Pivoting she pointed up to the large empty space above the fireplace mantel. "I knew you were the right man for the job!" Unlinking her arm from his she clapped her hands quickly. "Chop chop Ralphie! I am so behind!!!"

@ralph-wreckin-reilly

not my body guard | Midlers & Ralph

[interiorarchitecture1]

Here are shown the entrance hall with stairs which are based in the basement and are leading to the first and second floor. This hall design will be used also on the first level of the house leading to the second, which will be having the same design as well.

[tamamita]

Assortment of misconceptions against shi'as (mostly by Sunnis)

-Angel Gabriel's (a) revelation was meant for Ali (a), not Muahmmed (pbuh&hf), this is wrong.

-Shi'a Muslims pray three times: Wrong. Shi'a Muslims pray five times, but have three periods for prayers and may combine prayers for convenience sake.

-Shi’as pray on stone, we put our forehead on dry clay, because the Muslims during the Prophet’s time did not have marbel floors in the mosques, the floor was made of mud/clay.

-Shi'as engage in a massive orgy during the month of Muharram. I am not kidding... This is a thing they believe.

-Shi'as have a different Qur'an despite the books in my congregation hall being published in fucking Saudi Arabia, a Sunni country.

-We got tails, nice

-Shi’a Islam is a product of Judaism or founded by a Jewish person. bla bla Jewish conspiracies, haven’t heard that before, what’s new

-Shi'a Muslims are a product of Persian influence. No, Shi'a Muslim come in many communities separated from Persian culture and there are large group that either dissociate from IR or completely condemn IR on theogical and political grounds.

-Shi’a Muslims love to lie; remember that whole thing with right-wings accusing Muslims for lying to infidels or w/e? same thing here, but with Sunnis accusing Shi’as of lying. The concept is called Taqiyya and is utilized by Shi’as in circumstances of danger, because 1400 years of oppression does things to you, man.

- Sunni Muslims accuse us of having too much sex, because we engage in something called a temporary marriage. This is true, sex is good and epic.

[dijetemjeseca]

Carska dvorana, okrenuta prema vrtu, iz koje se na obje strane pružaju dugačke enfilade državnih prostorija. Hodnici duž dvorišta omogućuju pristuo nizovima dvorana, soba i apartmana. Njihov je vrhunac ovalna dvorana u sjevernom i dvorska crkva u južnom krilu. (Muller, Vogel; 2000., 467)

Djelo Balthasara Neumanna koji je projektirao građevine što zrače lakoćom i elegancijom vrhunac je rokokoa u srednjoj Europi. Izobrazbu je stekao kao vojni inženjer pa je nakon boravka u Milanu 1720. imenovan nadglednikom radova u gradnji Rezidencije (biskupske palače) u Würzburgu. Temeljni nacrt već je bio utanačen i, premda ga je Neumann uvelike preinačio, od njega je 1723. zatraženo da se posavjetuje s vodećim arhitektima Pariza i Beča. Konačan je rezultat vješta mješavina najnovijih njemačkih, francuskih i talijanskih zamisli toga doba. Predivna Carska dvorana (Kaisersaal) velika je ovalna dvorana ukrašena paletom boja koja je bila omiljena sredinom 18.st.: bijelom, zlatnom i pastelnim tonovima. Strukturalni značaj građevinskih elemenata kao što su stupovi, pilastri i arhitravi sveden je na najmanju mjeru kako bi do izražaja došla njihova estetska uloga. Prozori i dijelovi svoda obrubljeni su kontinuiranim vrpčastim profilacijama, a bijele su površine prekrivene nepravilnim ornamentalnim motivima. Ti čiplasti, vitičasti motivi, koji su oznaka francuskog stila, uspjelo se stapaju s njemačkom arhitekturom rokokoa. Obilje dnevnog svjetla, igra krivulja i protukrivulja te bestežinska ljupkost štuko kipova podaju Carskoj dvorani prozračnu lakoću koja se jako udaljila od rimskog baroka. Svodovi i zidovi doimaju se tankima i gipkima, poput membrane koje s lakoćom može probušiti ekspanzivna snaga prostora. (Davies, Denny, Hofrichter, Jacobs, Roberts, Simon; 2013., 776-777)

[lfc21]

Daddy's best friend

You and kostas brought the most amazing little boy into the world and you couldn't of loved him more. Kostas had what some would say the magic touch on your little boy Alec as he was completely and utterly obsessed with him. Alec spoke about nothing but his dad in school and his friends where more than jealous that his dad was a Premier league footballer for the best team in the world. You loved watching your little boy grow up, looking the exact same way as his dad and being so proud of everything he does. Kostas had become the proudest dad over the past 4 years due to how much he was growing up; every minute with him was memorable and somewhat sentimental to you and kostas.

"Alec come here" you whispered from the kitchen door as you saw your little boy chasing one of your dogs with no care in the world. Kostas was about to start a live interview on LFCs YouTube channel and the last thing anyone wanted was his little boy and dogs fighting for his attention.

"What mummy?" Alec shouted running over to you with the dogs gently running behind being careful not to knock him over. Your eyes grew wider at the level of volume your son had suddenly discovered in no less than a nano second.

"You have to be quiet daddy is doing an interview" you whispered to your son whilst picking him up on your hip and taking him into the kitchen. Alec never understood why his dad always had to show off different football boots or do lots of an interviews as he just about knew all the rules in football never mind the media side of it.

"Mummy why does daddy have to do that?" Alec asked from the kitchen floor clinging on to maui as he layed on the floor begging for attention. Due to Alecs age he was doubt in favour of asking all the questions in the world and more often than not he would drive you and kostas insane.

"Because its his job darling, you will understand when your a footballer like daddy" you said with a huge smile on your face as you knew just how much Alec wanted to be a footballer to show to the world just how similar he was to his dad.

"Will I be just like daddy?" He asked becoming more and more fixated on the world of him being a footballer when he is older.

"Exactly like him" you said sitting down at the dinning room table in the kitchen and letting him sit down on your knee.

"But daddy is greek and I'm only h-half greek" Alec pointed out to you becoming confused as to how he could be like his dad when there where a few differences. Your son was pretty good at understanding that you where from Liverpool and kostas was from Greece but he always wished kostas was from Liverpool like you and him as he wouldn't have to learn two different languages which kostas always promised him would be easy.

"Yes I know that but your still greek just not as much as daddy" you replied to him with a smile as his head rested on your chest whilst he enjoyed your cuddles. As much as he obsessed over his dad he was definitely a mummy's boy at heart. You started to play with your sons hair hoping he would maybe have a nap or atleast chill out with the questions for a few hours until you heard your phone ringing from the other side of the room. You quickly let Alec down and went over to the annoyance of a phone which was sat vibrating on the marbell.

"Hello" you asked down the phone to your best friend who had decided to ring you about further plans through out the week. As you where talking to your friend you had thought Alec was playing with the dogs until you heard the kitchen door shut and knew exactly what your little boy was up to. Alec had never done this before, he had waited outside the door for his dad, cried the whole time with you whilst waiting for him but never went on a mission to find him.

"Shit I've got to go" you said to your friend quickly ending the phone and throwing it across the counter. You ran out into the hall yet still trying to be slightly quiet as the whole of youtube probably wouldn't appreciate listening to a huge tone of background noice instead of a footballer. There was no sighn of your son in the hall until you noticed the livingroom door slightly open showing a tiny Alec sat on his dad's knee whilst talking to his phone to the interviewer on the other end of the live stream.

"I'm guessing your son is in to football then" the man on the other end asked looking at how Alec was completely mesmerised by kostas and what he was saying.

"Yeah he is, definitely got that left foot from me" kostas joked causing a smile to crawl on to your face at how his humour was still the same from when you first met him many years ago. Your son was finally quiet as a mouse whilst sat on his dad's knee in matching Adidas hoodies which they promised they never planned (but they definitely did).

"Oh well I hope to see him playing for Liverpool soon! Does he want to play for Liverpool?" He asked causing kostas to style a very proud grin and Alecs eyes to grow wide at the thought of playing at the most amazing club.

"Yeah he does, he's in the academy at the moment" kostas explained to the man showcasing his sons clear ability at the sport.

"Mummy said I will be just like you" Alec said interrupting the man whilst looking up at kostas with the most beady eyes at the thought of being like him. Kostas's heart burst into a hundred pieces at the thought of one day his tiny son being his age and pursuing his dream. You opened the door gently not being in shot of the camera and made your way over to the other couch.

"Oh did she now" kostas said with a smile looking at you from across the room whilst moving his curls from his face all the way back making your eyes fall out of your head at the sight of him like that.

"Thank you so so much for having us kostas it was great doing this interview, hope to see you next time! Cya later Alec" the interviewer said ending it quickly as soon as kostas had said his farewells and goodbyes. Alec snuggled up closer to his dad gripping onto his hoodie not wanting to fall from his grasp.

"Alec what did mummy tell you before?" Kostas asked him being very aware that he wasn't supposed to run to him during interviews.

"I'm sorry daddy" he said with booming puppy eyes thinking he will get his own way and more than likely being right. Kostas's eyes fell to his little boy on his chest as his hands ran through his blonde curls just like his. You could of looked at them two like that all day, they where perfect with one another and you couldn't help but love them.

"Give mummy a cuddle and I might let you get away with it" kostas joked whilst whispering in his small ear watching how his little boy flew up from him and ran over to you with the biggest smile on his face.

"Mummy!" He shouted clambering onto you and wrapping his small arms around your neck feeling your warm embrace on his.

"I forgive you now little man" kostas said getting up from the couch and making his way to the kitchen. Bad decision. Alec jumped off of you and of the couch in a matter of seconds at the sight of his dad leaving his sight.

"Daddy...daddy...daddy...daddy" Alec shouted running behind him and grabbing his large hand in his tiny one. All kostas wanted was to get a drink in peace but god was he hopeful to want that. Before Alec was born he was pestered by yours and kostas's dogs and then before you both got your dogs he was pestered by you -some days all kostas wanted was to be pestered by you, cuddled by you, kissed by you in peace and not with a million and one things interrupting him.

"Alec, Alec, Alec" kostas repeated back to him opening the fridge with him right between his legs looking up at all the food just like him.

"Dwink pleeeaase" Alec pleaded to his dad becoming very high maintenance as every day past.

"So you come all this way to the fridge where the drinks live just to ask me for one instead of getting one yourself" kostas laughed seeing the resemblance the little boy had to you. Kostas was obsessed with how independent and self-reliant you truly where within yourself but he admired when times got slightly hard and the one thing you wanted was him and his attention. As much as kostas would forever protest and test his son as to why he should run rings around him he knew that deep down it was the one thing he wanted as one day it would go.

"I'm too little to reach" Alec pointed out at the huge inches that where separating the two boys. The both of them mayed there way back to you both sitting next to you with the most magical smiles on there face.

"What?" You asked with a laugh not understanding why on earth you had two boys sat next to you looking like the Cheshire cat.

"Well Alec has something he wants to ask you" kostas said not letting the grin on his face fall. Yesterday kostas and Alec had spent the day together without you and now it was coming clear to you as to why they where both acting rather strange when you got home from work.

"And what's that?" You asked picking him up and placing him on your knee facing you and kostas.

"I want a baby sister or brother" Alec blurted out with a cheeky grin on his face and a mischievous look in his eyes. You knew this wasn't Alecs idea, since the day you had your son kostas was pestering you for another. You couldn't actually believe the words that had just fell from your sons mouth. Was it a bad idea?

@prettylittletrent @hnrfc @travellvogue @goldenskyeng @cornertakenquicklyyyy @robbo38 @kostasstsimikass @avenirdelight @weddingdisco @smileytaa @trentshoe @vargaznyctophile @thiagoalcantaras @incorrect-lfc @mrs-henderson @football-and-fanfics @yvessainteng

Part 2

This is my first time writing about kostas being a dad! I hope you enjoyed this please leave feedback it is much appreciated and really helps improve my work😘

[whyralltheusernamestaken]

hey! i love ur blog and i couldn’t resist requesting something. so i was thinking that if the reader was from medieval times where they have magic, wizards, knights, mages, and stuff like that. so 1 A was hit by a quirk that brought them to that dimension. and the reader is like god level with the amount of power they have even though their the same age as class 1 A. and they help the class survive or sum like that after like knights attach them cause sum of them look weird. can u use they/them.

It's just the main three boys if that's alright :( I can do hcs with the entire class if that's more of what u had in mind! Just leave another ask,,, sorry about that 😅 

Warnings : swear words 

Words : 1.2k 

You were bored. 

Perhaps that was the understatement of the century, but an otherwordly being like you had ceased to find interest in the small confines that was your world. The never ending weeks of wasting your life on your temple throne, perched upon a royal gold seat and listening to prayer’s wishes were certainly tiring you out. The ordinary wished for happiness, for their crops to yield well or for them to find true love, the king would wish for power, luxuries. And through your judgement, you would grant some of these wishes, crafting an empire like soft clay in your hands, a game to a child. Yet even with your godly powers, you could not seem to satisfy your boredom. 

Today you watched idly as a mage stepped into the light of the temple's wishing grounds. You sat high above the clouds, listening to their talk of discovering a new spell, hidden from the mere mortal's eyes. Sure many of mankind had laid eyes on you before, however sometimes you preferred to keep away from the prying eyes. After all, you were far far superior than them - one of their creators, in a sense. Your messenger would speak to your creations when you chose to observe from afar, teaching them of your presence with fables and songs. It had only been seventeen years since you were first introduced into the world, born from ashes through their beliefs, and yet you were already one of the most respected gods.

~~~ 

The villain's quirk was truely terrifying. One would only be a fool to engage in battle with someone who's quirk they did not understand. The first year class of UA learnt this the hard way when the warp gate villain's quirk had transported them to an entirely different location. Different time period perhaps. Todoroki had picked up on this as he gazed over what was once the medival Japan. 

"Um guys." Midoriya called out. 

"Where are we?" 

"Do we look like we fucking know Deku?" the blonde shouted, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he marched around the alley, coming to an abrupt halt when his eyes met a busy marketplace. 

The streets were lined with broken stone, small tent like structure of straw and wood littered the area as people bustled in and out of them, each carrying a basket. The air was a brown hue from the sand that had been kicked up, the shouts of stall owners filling the air as exchanges of good and money illustrated the market place. 

"This isn't modern Japan." Todoroki stated, looking out at the same scene. He stepped out into the street, sticking to the shadows and the other two followed, survaying their surroundings in case of an villains. His ears perked up as he realised the people spoke in a different language altogether. "This might not even be Japan." 

"U-uh what?" Midoriya stuttered, close to tears as he frantically looked around. "What do we do? Where are the others? How do we get back? Is all might okay?" 

"For god's sake, shut up." Bakugou scowled. His dismissal was perhaps due to an inkling of fear that had burrowed it's way into his heart. He had utterly no idea where they were and no one could help him. Alas, his pride would never allow him to voice out his concerns and so he followed in silence, a dull glare permenantly etched onto his face. 

~~~ 

"Shit." 

"Yeah we are in some pretty deep shit." 

"Why the fuck are they treating us like the villains here?" Bakugou shouted, running down the cobbled street as men on horse back clothed in sheets of metal chased after them, swords and spears in hands. 

"Over here." Todoroki called out, pulling the two behind a row of neatly trimmed bushes and running further into the garden. 

"Hurry up and find them!" they heard one of the men shout in the background. 

"Ah!" Midoriya screamed, tripping over and landing directly into a small pond. He desperately scrambled to his feet, eyes glancing over the fish that he may have crushed in his fall. 

A small laugh rang out from the distance, the boys all swiftly turning their heads towards an approaching figure emerging from behind the trees. "That was rather humorous if I am permitted to say so." you chuckled, running a hand through your locks and your eyes darted over the three strangers. "And you are...?" 

“There they are!" the voice bellowed, the sounds of hooves drawing closer as the boys turns to run. 

"Gentlemen!" you proclaimed, your voice ringing sharp through the air, ceasing all movement. The horses had stopped right in their tracks and even the teen's feet were frozen to the ground. 

"Y-your highness!" one of them stuttered, jumping off his horse to bow down on one leg, the other guards following suit. 

"May I ask if you know these men?" You tapped your chin slightly, cocking your head to the side as you studied them. 

"They are my guests." 

"H-huh?" 

"I see your highness, please forgive us for chasing them however they were spotted-" 

You waved your hand to stop the guard from speaking. "No worries." you beamed. "Please excuse their unsightly behaviour." 

"Unsightly? You bitch-"

"Bakugou please stop." Todoroki sighed. "They're helping us."

"I am a fucking god and I just got sworn at." you muttered softly, turning your head to the side as you brought up your hand to your mouth, faking a sob. Your pity party was cut short when you heard your messenger, Hermes calling for you.

"Y/N!" they flew over, sighing as they landed on the grass. "You cannot just leave your duties like that." they scolded you, recieving a pout in return.

"But it's so boring there." you whined, scrunching your face up at the thought of another day wasted. "I'm growing old Hermes and I don't want to be cooped up in that damn seat for hours on end."

"Old my ass." the blonde snorted, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms, sending you a glare. "You look the same age as us."

"How are we able to understand you?" Todoroki suddenly asked, registering that the language you spoke was not Japanese, and yet he was here having a conversation with you.

"Hmm I wonder. Maybe I’ll tell you later." you replied, feigning curiosity before turning back to the guards.

"These gentlemen will be staying with me."

"Y/N you can't-" 

“Your highness-" Hermes and the head guard began.

"Silence." you demanded, the air once again growing cold and still. "How dare you speak back to me."

You watched as the colour drained from their faces, the guard's lip trembling with fear before breaking out into laughter. "Just kidding!" you said, sticking you tongue out before turning on your heels. "What possible harm could dear ol' me do?" 

“A remarkable amount." Hermes sighed. "Your highness do you remember that one time you flooded the halls of the gods-"

"Hermes shh!" you gasped, running over and throwing a hand over his mouth. "Not in front of the guests."

"Those guests are leaving."

"B-but." you pleaded, sticking your lip out in a pout. "Look how good looking they are."

"Y/N."

"No." you huffed, skipping over to the dual haired boy and throwing your arm around his. "Well would you like to come with me?"

"Why would we go with a brat?" A sudden object flew past, you reaching out your arm to form a barricade of air, the spear stopping just centimeters from the blonde's neck.

"What the fuck? Why are you trying to kill me you dipshit."

"You know what." you sighed.

"I'm leaving him behind. You can have him Hermes." 

"Your highness, I do not want him."

"Tough." you snickered, dragging the other two back to your temple.

~~~

"Todoroki Shouto." you echoed, looking at the boy seated opposite you upon one of your grand pearl quilted couches. "That's cute."

"Thank you your highness." he replied with a small smile.

"Oh my god." you waved, your face tinted a slight red. "There's no need for such formalities! Just think of me as an average civilain."

"But-" "Shh." you hushed before turning to the blonde. "Midoriya?"

"Y-yes?" he jumped, a small squeak to his voice. "There's no need to be on edge." you reassured.

"You're perfectly safe here. Well apart from that thing." You nodded your head towards the boy chained up to one of the grand marbel pillars, a muzzle clasped against his face, his angry shouts filling the hall now that attention was back on him. Honestly, it was hilarious that Hermes had resorted to this.

Midoriya picked up another grape, before adding, "Yeah, that's Kacchan, he's like that most of the time."

"Well, it's about time I get back to work." you sighed as you heard the clocks chyme the fifth hour of the evening, stretching your arms above your head.

"May we observe?" Todoroki perked up, turning his attention away from the fuming Bakugou.

"I mean sure, I don't know why you'd want to though since it's really boring."

"I'm sure it's amazing!" Midoriya rebutted, a large smile on his face now.

You clutched your chest at his adorablness. Maybe they could stay for a while.

[dcbutinamrev]

Halemadge and their first meeting! Please!

Of course! Ask and you shall recieve!

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Fifteen-year-old Benjamin Tallmadage stares at the double wooden doors in front of him with wide, bright, sky-blue eyes. He presses his lips together firmly and swallows the lump down his throat nervously, worrying his lower lip. He glances around him, watching the other students attending Yale University climb up the moutain of marbel steps around him in clustered forms, chatting and laughing. Women in twirly dresses ranging from a variety of different colors skitters up the steps and men in coats and waistcoats and breeches follow them, some chasing them foolishly and teasingly.

Tallmadge eyes them carefully, watching their every move. Tallmadge grimaces when he feels a student's shoulder brush against his roughly, the man laughing ahed of him. Tallmadge scowls in slight annoyance with his lips puckering out as he clutches onto his books close to his chest. He stands taller, somehow taller than before and squares his shoulders, puffing out his chest confidently. Ignoring the nervousness he feels squeezing his chest, he pushes through the crowd, keeping his head held high. In the distance, just before the doors close, Tallmadge can hear the horses whinnying and their hooves chopping against the gravel road and men whistling to get their attention.

Tallmadge watches behind him as the front doors of the school slams shut behind him. He grimaces at the sudden bang and lets out a shaky breath. He turns around, trying to find out where he could get his dorm and where his classes are and what they would be. He follows the other students, not talking to anyone. Just follows them.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been. He doesn’t know how long he’s been walking through these halls that never seem to end, glancing left and right, watching the others head into classrooms and their rooms. Tallmadge lingers by a classroom, looking through the window as he watches the students jot down notes, the white feather of their quills flickering back and forth, scratching against the parchment papers, and hunched over their desks with their heads down.

Tallmadge purses his lips together tightly in a firm line and swallows nervously again before continuing down the hallway. He pulls out pocket watch to check the time. Only 8:15 in the morning. It doesn’t feel like 8:15.

Tallmadge continues his journey through Yale, glancing through windows of classes and paying attention as to what he should expect. He doesn’t know how long it’s been now until he feels a shoulder bump into his, followed by an “oof.” Tallmadge gasps suddenly as he trips over the tails of his dark brown coat and buckled shoes.

He hears shoes scrape against the tiled floor and followed by a grunt. He hears a clatter and a sharp curse. Tallmadge lays on the floor for a moment, staring blankly at the brick wall in front of him, his cheek pressed against the floor and so are his palms. He hears the other person scrambling back up which makes Tallmadge’s eyes ticks to his peripheral to see who he bumped into.

Which he finds is a mistake.

The boy couldn’t be much older than him, perhaps sixteen at the latest with flaxen blonde hair, almost a pale white the blonde clearly visible nor is it necessarily honey or dark or dirty. His hair is pulled back into a tight braid with a black ribbon securing it in place. Tallmadge inhales sharply through his nose, still lying on the ground when the boy turns around with his books clutches to his chest again.

The boy’s eyes are what entrances him. It’s not the angle of his jawline, the sharp curve of his neck, the heart-shape of his lips or the smallness of his hands or his lean frame. It’s his eyes.

They’re blue. A sparkling blue. Blue as ice. Blue as the sky. Much like his. Tallmadge thinks they’re beautiful.

“What the hell man?” the boy gasps as he dusts the dirt and dust off his shoulders. “What are you blind? Didn’t you see me walking ahead of you?”

Tallmadage finally gathers his courage and forces to push himself up off the cold floor and clears his throat. He glances at the boy behind him over his shoulder and he feels his cheeks grow warm.

“My apologies,” Tallmadge mutters. He reaches over to grab his books and pushes himself up to his feet to meet the boy in front of him. “I was…uh…distracted.”

“Distracted?” the boy says. “By what?” He grins teasingly as he raises an eyebrow. “A girl?”

Tallmadge purses his lips together as he tilts his head slightly but not in a reprimanding kind of way. He only raises an eyebrow. 

“No,” Tallmadge says. “More of the classes here.” 

The boy’s teasing grin fades into a curious frown and he raises his eyebrow. “You’re new here at Yale?” 

Tallmadge gazes at him for a breath before clearing his throat again and nodding sheepishly and scratching the back of his neck. 

“I am,” Tallmadge says. 

The boy in front of him locks his eyes with Tallmadge, those piercing blue eyes ticking up and down as he scans Tallmadge up and down, the frown shifting into a small twist of a smirk. He shifts his books in his arms into the crook of his arm and into a more comfortable position as he wraps one arm around them and extends his other towards him. Tallmadge eyes the man before him, raising an eyebrow hesitantly. 

The man urges his hand forward, encourgaing Tallamdge to do shake his hand. It takes Tallmadge a moment to figure out what it meant at first but when it does click, Tallmadge makes an “O” shape with his lips and clasps his free hand around the man’s and shakes hard once. He frowns when he feels the man’s hand gripping their clasped hands before finally pulling them apart and resting it at his sides. 

“Hale,” the man in front of him says. “Nathan Hale. A pleasure to meet your aquaintence Mr....” 

“Tallmadge,” Tallmadge says. “Benjamin Tallmadge.” 

“Mr. Tallmadge,” the man--no, Nathan--continues with a curt nod. He dips his head in warm wecloming, a warm smile painted across his face. He winks at Tallmadge. “Welcome to Yale.” 

“I thank you,” Tallmadge says, following Hale down the hallway, their shoulders nearly brushing against the other. 

“Where’re you from?” Hale asks, glacning at Tallmadge’s profile. 

“Setauket,” Tallamdge answers. 

“Setauket?” Hale repeats, shock written all over his face. 

Tallmadge nods.”You?” 

Hale grins, the edge of his lips quirking up as he turns back to the front. “Coventry.” 

A pause. 

“Conneticut.” 

Now, it’s Tallmadge’s turn to be surprised. Hale raises an eyebrow. 

“You were from Conneticut?” Tallmadge wonders. 

Hale nods. “Mhm. Where did you think I was from?” 

“I...do not know, to be honest. Perhaps...New York?” Tallmadge suggests. “Or Philidelphia at the latest?”

 Hale pffts, shaking his head before flashing Tallmadge a genuine smile. “I like you Mr. Tallmadge.” 

Tallmadge returns the smile. “Please. Call me Ben.” 

Hale smirks charmingly and winks. “Then call me Nathan.” 

Tallmadge’s breath hitches in his throat as he returns the charming grin. He doesn’t know this strange feeling in his chest, the tightenss he feels as though a hand were crushing his lungs, his heart fluttering in circles and his stomach twisting in knots. 

“Do you hope to join the army?” Hale says out of no where, startling Tallmadge from his thoughts. “I’ve always wondered what glory must feel like, always pretending to be an officer in my youth, wondering about the victorious feeling of victory. Do you ever believe in that?” 

Hale turns to Tallmadge which causes him to stop sharply. Tallmadge frowns in thought, his brows furrow together which casues a small crease to form in his forehead. He glances up at Hale before he speaks. 

“They’re fighting for a King,” Tallmadge says and turning to Hale as he speaks.”You and I? Are fighting for our homes. Fighting for our families. Fighting for our freedom.”

This catches Hale’s eye. Hale nods once, sharp and curt, his expression blank but a smile remains and betrays the seriousness in his tone. 

“For our freedom.” 

Tallmadge doesn’t know this feeling, doesn’t quite understand it. But whatever it is, Tallmadge knows it’ll be an everlasting one. 

[peterspideyy]

chapter 9 - partners in crime

series masterlist

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“understand the plan?” harrison asked, to both of you.

“yep.” you replied, popping to ‘p’, before placing the earpiece in your left ear, while tom did the same. harrison spoke ‘testing’ into the microphone connected to your earpiece, while you and tom gave a thumbs up to him, signalling how you can hear him.

“right, press this button,” harrison spoke, pointing at a black button on the ring-shaped device, “before the signals go off, and you should be able to hear us still.”

“should?” you shouted, looking at tom.

“you will, you will, don’t worry.” he replied, looking at the camera. you were all in a run down van (curtesy of the fbi of course), outside the ceremony’s entrance, where the whole team was listening and watching the dragons every move. as well as yours and tom’s. after harrison handed you the device, you slipped it on your finger, while tom rubbed your back. you don’t know why, but you always get nervous before a big mission. even though, you’ve been doing this for a long time, you still can’t help the butterflies form in the bottom of your stomach.

“it’s go time, ladies and gentlemen.” harrison spoke, with a slight accent making you and tom roll your eyes, before you both jumped down, tom helping you out.

“shall we go, mrs kingston.” he laughed, linking arms with you.

“we shall, mr kingston.” you replied, giggling slightly, as you walked up the steps towards the enterance.

after giving the security guard your ticket, you walked in, still linked with tom, to take in the spectacular room infront of you. the chandelier above you, glistened in the light, causing it to reflect of the marbel walls surrounding you, creating freckles of rainbow in various places. the music was low and calming, with the laughter and clinking of glasses being the only thing you could hear. you saw some agents already in the hall, who all put there wrist to there mouth to signal that you were both inside. you saw tom reach over, and collect you both champagne.

“to new beginnings.” he smiled, clinking his glass with yours.

“new beginnings.” you replied with the same action, before you both sipped the drink.

“what does that mean?” you heard harrison speak through the earpiece, making you and tom chuckle slightly, as he ruined your moment.

“come on let’s dance, yeah?” tom whispered, making you nod, as he gently took you over to where a group of people were already dancing with their significant other. you placed your hands on tom’s shoulders, while his where on your waist, before you moved your feet in the beat of the music. placing your head in tom’s neck, you breathed in heavily, allowing tom’s aftershave to calm you down.

“you look gorgeous, you know?” you felt him whisper, making you smile against his suit. you did feel gorgeous, which was a first as your not really one to get dressed up. the silk burgundy dress fit your curves, perfectly. it wasn’t revealing, but very flattering. you traced tom’s tie, which was burgundy, smiling widely at him.

“you don’t look too bad yourself.” you giggled, looking at him in his suit, which made him look even more handsome if that was possible.

tom laughed, allowing his head to fall back, before meeting your gaze again. you both got lost in each other’s eyes, and before you could even do anything, tom’s lips where against yours for a quick peck. you blushed at the action, desperately wanting his lips on yours for longer, but harrison’s gagging through the comms cut you off. again.

“save it for the honeymoon guys.”

you felt tom tense at his words, making you frown in confusion, but brushed it off.

minutes passed, and you and tom danced, while waiting for the dragons signal.

“tom,” you mumbled, making him hum, “somethings wrong.”

tom lifted his head up from your neck, “what do you mean, darling?”

“they should of signalled us by now.” you spoke, pointing up to the first floor where one of keith’s men should be. but it was empty.

“harrison,” tom whispered, while he said yes through the comms, “do you know where they are?”

“they’re there, tom.”

“well, they aren’t. so where the fuck are they?” tom whisper shouted, while you placed a hand on his bicep, trying to calm him down.

“says how they’re all outside the presidents room.”

“that’s not part of the plan.” you mumbled, while tom nodded.

“right where going up. press the ring, y/n.” tom spoke, while you did so, before you both went upstairs to the presidents room. arriving in a couple of minutes, you both got your guns out, while you pressed your ear against the door, to hear anything. closing your eyes, you tried to listen, but when you couldn’t, you signalled to tom how you’ll go in on a count of three.

“1.” you whispered.

“2.” tom replied.

“3.” you both spoke, before slamming the door open, to be met with an empty room.

“there’s no one here.” you breathed out, putting your gun away. turning to tom, he nodded before looking at you or more behind you. suddenly, his eyes went wide.

“y/n!”

before you could reply, you where knocked out by an object hitting the back of your head, with the last thing you saw was tom lying by you, unconscious as well.

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you woke up. not completely though. it was still dark. opening your eyes, you winced at the sudden brightness, before closing them again. memories flooding back from what happened, flashed through your mind. you remember going into the presidents room. you remember being knocked out. you remember...tom. you shot your eyes open.

you were in a room, with the dragons surrounding you, while keith held a gun to your head, with his finger on the trigger. you tried to get away, but failed as you felt restrictions to your body. looking down, you saw how you were tied to a chair, via your wrists and ankles. glancing up at the gun, you tried to speak but filed again, as your words came out muffled, behind the masking tape.

“nice for you to finally wake up, y/n.” keith whispered, making you eyes go wide as he spoke your real name.

you tried to reply, but remembered you couldn’t, before he ripped off the tape, making you wince at the sudden sting. breathing out, you looked at him.

“where’s tom?” you whispered, still feeling weak from being unconscious.

he moved out the way, to reveal tom on his knees. but, you noticed how unlike you, he was beaten pretty bad, with fresh wounds of blood and bruises covering his face. he smiled at you weakly, before one of the men punched him in the stomach, making him spit blood out onto the floor. your stomach churned, as you screamed. begged, for them to stop.

“erm, how about no.” he laughed, before throwing tom into a chair by you, while other men tied him up, like you. glancing at him, you silently asked him if he was okay, while he nodded slightly in return.

“stop this now! they were only doing there job!” a man spoke next to you, and when you looked at him, your eyes went wide.

“mr president, are you okay?” you asked him, while he nodded, smiling at you slightly.

“we’re going to get out of this sir.” tom added, while you all looked back at keith who was laughing.

“wow! that was really touching.” he said, sarcastically of course.

“what do you want?”

“what i want, darling, is for you to finish the fucking plan, without your agents swarming the place.” he shouted, shooting his gun at the ceiling.

“we can’t do that.” tom mumbled, making kieth snap his head towards him. walking dangerously slow to him, he pressed the gun to his shoulder, before pulling the trigger, while tom let out a heart-wrenching scream.

“you’ll fucking do it though, or i’ll shoot a bit to the left, yeah?” he whispered, tracing the gun over his skin where his heart would be underneath. walking away, you turned to tom looking at how much blood was oozing out.

“if you don’t let me help him, he’ll bleed to death, and then none of us can help you.” you begged, panic rising.

keith turned to you, “no tricks?”

“no tricks.”

he nodded, before men behind you untied your wrists and ankles. then, you where putting pressure on tom’s shoulder in an instant, while kissing him cheek to help his pain. he brought his thumb up weakly, and brushed away a tear from the corner of your eye.

“i’m okay.” he croaked.

“don’t ever do that again.” you sighed, leaning your forehead against his, as you stared deeply in each other’s eyes.

“even though the relationship was fake, i always knew the love wasn’t.” kieth spoke behind you, making you both look at him, cautiously.

applying tape to the towel, as your hand started to ache, you sat down next to tom, with your hand on his thigh, gently massaging it, while he breathed in and out hoarsely. this wasn’t supposed to be how you started your lives together. you just wanted the plan to go smoothly. suddenly, you remembered how you still had an earpiece in.

“i need to use the bathroom.” you lied, but they seemed to believe you as five men took you to it, making you chuckle. opening the door, you noticed how men followed you, making you cringe.

“i think i deserve some privacy, yeah?”

the men looked at each other and then you, before leaving silently.

“harrison? harrison? pick up it’s-“

“y/n!” you heard over the comms.

“oh my god!” you sighed, glad you still have communication from the outside.

“what happened? i couldn’t hear you for ages!”

“me and tom went up to the presidents room, and then they knocked us out and tied us up, with the president. then kieth shot tom in the shoulder, so i patched him up, and right now i’m in the bathroom as i remembered the earpiece.” you whispered, starting to feel stressed.

“okay, okay, calm down. we’ll get a team in, in 20 minutes, okay?”

“20 minutes? a lot can happen in 20 minutes!”

“well, distract them, do anything to keep them there.”

you looked at yourself in the mirror, “tom, might not have that time. he needs a proper stitch up.”

“well, do it.”

your eyes went wide, “i’m not a fucking doctor, harrison.”

you heard him laugh, making you grow angrier, “you don’t need to be a doctor to stitch up. you did first aid training, didn’t you? that will be the perfect thing, to stall them for 20 minutes. it’s the earliest we can get them in.”

“okay. will you keep on letting me know how long we have left?”

“will do, partner!”

“tom’s my partner.”

“ouch.”

you laughed, “don’t worry, you’ll find someone.”

“y/n?”

“yes?” you asked, waiting for him to continue.

“don’t die.”

“thanks, that’s really the advice i need.” you sighed, before saying bye and leaving the bathroom, with the men following behind you.

arriving back in the room, you noticed a first aid kit. collecting it, you walked over to tom, who had his eyes closed, but when you stroked his hair, they fluttered open, while he grinned.

“what took you so long?” he whispered.

“just talking to your best friend.” you smiled, while he knew what you meant by that.

“how long?”

“20 ish.” you replied, while tom nodded.

“what are you doing?” kieth asked, gesturing to the first aid kit.

“well, i’m saving him.” you shrugged, while getting a wipe to start cleaning the wound, while tom hissed in pain.

“hurry up. we haven’t got all day!”

“we have. take your time.” a voice spoke, making you look up and see a faint outline of a figure in the darkness. you pierced your eyes, to try and see who it was, as you are sure you recognised the voice from somewhere. but, you don’t know where you did.

“no, we haven’t. soon, the fbi is going to realise they’re not coming back, and then they’ll arrest us!” keith gritted.

“they won’t, because i’ll tell them not to.” the figure replied, before they stepped into the light. yours and toms breath hitched. your eyes went wide, as you couldn’t believe who it was. who the mole was. you would of never of guessed it was him.

“carson?”

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a/n- one more chapter, and we’ll find out what happens! did you have an idea carson was the mole? will you all get out in 20 minutes?

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[kitkatt0430]

Welcome to Marble Hall, home of marbelized neighborhood interfaces.  Mostly Janets, except when they’re not.  While Lisa plans to save her brother, it turns out Len is plotting to save Lisa too.  Though he’s also contemplating the possibility of a threesome with demon-canary Sara and their new interface friend, Mick.

If nothing else, the free beer Mick creates is awesome.