#moth-unit-00

[identifying-cars-in-posts]

I feel like it might just be me but I figured you be one of the best people to ask.

Does it seem like modern car design is a lot more homogeneous than it used to be? Like I feel like each brand had such a distinct feel to them up until like the mid 2000's and then everyone just decided to make "aerodynamic blob" their only model. I know there's some nuance and tbh some electric cars are getting pretty whacky (the ioniq 5 looks kinda neat ) but overall they just feel so meh

absolutely yes. i alluded to this a while back and someone responded with something along the lines of “everyone is beautiful and nobody is sexy but for cars” in relation to contemporary car design and i agree fully. they look good, but they all look the same and none of them look particularly interesting. they look like they’re algorithmically produced to have the most efficiently inoffensive look. i miss when cars were weird. i need nissan to bring back whatever energy they had goin on with the cube and the juke and the murano crosscabriolet. resuscitate saturn and let them keep looking weird as shit. at least they were unique to look at and had personality

[mugenfinder]

This feels like it was made by the jak and Daxter devs @moth-unit-00

That's not incidental, Jak & Daxter came out a year before. It has the same base gameplay and the way objectives are set up is pretty much the same, but it's not a total copy.

It's a pretty interesting cause they're trying to be like Jak & Daxter, but not trying to be. The PS1 game is by the Muppets Monster Adventure developers so it's more "of the time".

[melis-writes]

Moth to Flame (Part II) [Michael Corleone x Reader Series, 18+ Smut] Chapter 41 – The Calm Before the Storm.

Read on AO3 / Read Chapter 40 / Chapter Masterlist. / Fic Playlist.

18+, explicit smut read.

"Sonny’s excuse is that you let him and it’s disgusting. I don’t know how you deal with it." / “He questioned your actions and integrity, but I did not."

Your return back home to Lake Tahoe isn't marked without grudges, resent and guilt from others that you may have already set aside. What was once seeing as attention seeking, insignificant behavior threatens to create a rift between marriage but the truth is yet to be revealed. You want nothing more than to move on with your life, away from your mother and Fredo's death and any possibility increased tensions from rivalling mafia families but from what you believed was done for everybody's good has already sealed your fate.

[WARNINGS]: Mentions & themes of prostitution / Strip teasing / Heavy fluff / Touching & kissing / Nipple play & teasing.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: A new chapter of Moth to Flame is finally here!! 😭❤️ I can't believe it's been about ~2 months since I last updated?! Since I'm focused on fic uploads/writing only at the moment, I'm looking forward to a lot more frequent and back to back updates for you guys. 🥴 Better late than never! Michael and Victoria's story continues, or should I say in this chapter that also means Sonny and Sandra's? 👀 Drama, drama, drama...! It was definitely coming, and now it's going to build into something spiralling completely out of control. We need to focus on baby Vincent and the twins' cuteness above all. 😂😍

1956. Your name is Victoria Ferrari Corleone, and you’re the wife of the most powerful mobster in North America–Michael Corleone. A lifestyle of crime and secrecy is all you've known and ever wanted to know, complimenting the cruelty of Michael Corleone's influence in the United States. With your enemies fallen before you and all loose ends tied up, you continue your life and marriage with the Corleone family while refusing to look back on your past. Yet it's the skeletons in your closet that a shine a light on revealing you're a true mafiosa. Ensnared in the shadows just as much as Michael is, you find yourself betrayed by the unexpected with all of your secrets ready to spill–especially ones you've hidden from Michael. With more than one pair of eyes watching your every move, you find yourself trapped amidst potential scandals and a familiar, lovesick secret admirer adamant on removing Michael out of the picture to have you all to himself. Like a moth to a flame, you've reached the point of no return and the light that breaks down the darkness threatens to take you next.

[ Lake Tahoe Compound, 7:00 AM ]

From the moment you came to rest your head upon your pillow and snuggle up in your own bed next to your husband at home, every thought, concern, and memory of what occurred in Las Vegas has left not only yours but Michael’s mind as well.

From a well-deserved good night’s sleep in pure relaxation, Michael and you have awoken shortly before seven in the morning to start your day and spend it with the family—taking a break from traveling and business.

“Okay, baby,” you run your hands through your hair gently to smoothen it down, moving towards the shower. “I’m going to wake up the children and get them ready for breakfast.”

Michael pulls back the shower curtain to peek his head out; his soaked hair sticking to his temples and droplets of water dribbling down from his lips and chin. “Alright, darling.”

You blush, leaning over and pecking a kiss over Michael’s wet lips. “I’ll see you downstairs in a minute.”

Just from leaning over towards the hot shower, Michael’s having, you can already feel the warm steam from the running water mixing in with the heavenly scent of Michael’s body surrounding you with that kiss.

Michael prefers to shower first thing in the morning on his days off whereas if he has business to tend to or places to be, he’ll do so at the end of his day like you.

It may be a day off for both of you, but the same doesn’t apply to the twins who have half a day’s worth of tutoring and studying awaiting them.

As you walk out of your bedroom and down the hallway, you step into the nursery room to check on baby Vincent first thing.

As you and Esther have left it, the nursery door remains open so you can both easily hear Vincent’s crying or stirring from his sleep.

Taking a quick look in, you see baby Vincent still curled up in his crib sleeping soundly; bringing a smile to your lips.

Moving a bit further down the hallway, you quietly open the door to Niccolo and Verona’s bedrooms side by side with one another before stepping into each one and gently nudging the children’s shoulders before giving them a kiss on the cheek.

“Niccolo, Verona, good morning. It’s time to wake up, you two!”

“Mmmmm…” Verona squirms in her bed, stretching out her arms. “I’m…awake.”

“Sleepy,” Niccolo groans back from his room, sitting up in his bed. “It’s morning already?”

“It is,” you chuckle, stepping back out into the hallway. “Good morning to both of you.”

“Where’s daddy?” Verona pulls herself out of bed, rubbing her eyes.

“He’s showering right now but will join us for breakfast soon,” you gesture to the two as they put on their slippers. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you two washed up and ready to start the day. I think your little brother is…” You squint your eyes, peeking into the nursery room again. “Still asleep.”

“Vincent is very sleepy,” Verona giggles, skipping to the estate’s second bathroom with her brother.

“I say that too and then the next moment, he’s suddenly awake and staring at us,” you laugh to yourself, following the twins.

“Minty fresh,” Verona picks up her toothbrush with Niccolo, smearing a modest amount of toothpaste over it before handing it to her brother and staying by the sink.

“Mhmm,” you pick up Verona’s hairbrush, standing behind her. “And how would you like your hair styled today, sweetie? Any ideas?”

“I really like the pigtails we did last week, mama,” Verona beams, beginning to brush her teeth. “With the red ribbons!”

“Ooh, of course,” you step back to open one of the bathroom cabinets, taking two silky, red ribbon ties and slipping them over your wrist. “Pigtails for today it is.”

“Mama, are you gonna tell us about your trip?” Niccolo asks curiously, wetting his toothbrush.

“Ya, like—” Verona covers her toothpaste-filled mouth, “if it’s really fun flying on an airplane!”

“I never thought about it that way,” you smile at the two, styling through Verona’s hair. “Honestly, I haven’t really been thinking of the trip. It wasn’t anything for fun, after all, otherwise, we would have taken you too.”

“Yeah,” Niccolo agrees, looking at himself in the mirror as he begins to brush his teeth. “Daddy had work.”

“And I always get sleepy and tired on plane rides, even if where we’re going isn’t too far away,” you admit sheepishly, tying up one ponytail over Verona’s hair.

“Mama gets too cozy,” Verona laughs, “I would too! Las Vegas is close to home, right mama?”

“It is,” you nod back, “so it wasn’t too bad to travel there. Your father and I just wanted to get home as soon as we could.”

“Why, mama?” Verona continues asking.

You pause for a moment, continuing to brush through her hair. “Because it was dull and boring, all for work and business for your daddy. We had to get it done though, but I won’t say I had fun.”

“That’s fair, mama,” Niccolo agrees. “Maybe it’ll be fun if we come.”

“Maybe,” you tie up the second pigtail over Verona’s hair. “You guys want to go on a vacation soon?”

“Soon, yes!” Verona exclaims, moving to rinse out her mouth by the sink.

“We absolutely will,” you take out a tin of hair gel from the cabinet, moving to style and brush through Niccolo’s hair next. “Your daddy and I were thinking of it. I can’t remember the last time we took you guys to Sicily, you know. You were both just little babies.”

“Yes, please!” Verona giggles through rinsing her mouth. 

“I wanna go too,” Niccolo chimes in, “Grandma and Grandpa always talk about Sicily.”

“You won’t have to wait too long then,” you plant a kiss over Niccolo’s head before combing through his hair. “Your daddy wants to go just as much as we all do, and maybe you guys can remind him today too, hmm?”

“I will for sure,” Verona turns off the tap, grabbing a face towel. “I wanna go and visit!”

“Me too,” Niccolo slowly moves towards the sink so you can continue styling the gel carefully through his hair while he rinses his mouth out. “We all go with Daddy!”

“He’ll be downstairs in just a minute,” you glance out towards the hallway, “let’s both get you dressed so we can meet Daddy downstairs.”

~

Turning off the water, Michael pulls back the shower curtain and gives out a deep breath—letting the hot steam of the shower surround him as he squeezes out the excess water from his hair.

Michael rakes a hand through his wet hair, slicking it away from his face before he steps out of the shower and reaches to grab a body towel.

Wrapping the towel around his waist securely, Michael takes a separate towel to ruffle through his hair as he approaches the foggy sink.

Wiping his hand over the mirror to clear it, Michael notices a bit of his stubble is growing through and opens the cabinet behind the bathroom mirror to grab his razor and a tube of shaving cream.

Standing in front of the sink, Michael begins to modestly lather shaving cream over his cheeks and jawline, faintly being able to hear the sound of you and the children heading downstairs for breakfast.

Carefully yet in swift, quick motions, Michael shaves without a single nick or cut over his skin; rinsing off his face before applying a cooling aftershave balm.

Michael continues to press the towel down through his hair thoroughly to soak up as much moisture as he can before he combs through it neatly and reaches for his tin of hair gel.

Barely being able to tell that his hair is still damp, Michael begins to thoroughly apply the gel and slick his hair back from the middle; keeping it neat without a single strand loose and out of place.

Michael then makes his way into the bedroom, drying himself off with his towel before picking out a pair of grey briefs, a white dress shirt you ironed for Michael the other day with a pair of black slacks, a matching waistcoat, white socks, and a tie. 

Setting aside his suit jacket, Michael doesn't intend to wear it in the comfort of his own home knowing he won't have business or guests to entertain today—no exceptions regardless of how "urgent" others may consider it to be, but Michael's also never been lazy or sloppy when it comes to his choice of attire no matter the occasion or time.

Spraying cologne over his neck and collarbone, Michael walks out of the bedroom and shuts the door behind him, looking forward to spending the entirety of his day with his family and only his family; perhaps limited in interaction with Sonny for now as Michael's internal annoyance and irritation still cool.

Michael especially wishes to spend the vast majority of his time with you and the children more than anything else; missing his children but also knowing he didn't get to spend much quality time with you in Las Vegas either, aside from last-minute lovemaking in the evening.

Michael first approaches Vincent's nursery before heading downstairs, seeing the crib is empty but the sounds of his baby son babbling downstairs from the kitchen.

The scent of Michael's cologne comes down before you even sense your husband's presence or see him; in the kitchen with baby Vincent sitting in his baby seat close to you and by the dining table with his older siblings.

Verona and Niccolo sit across from each other and surround Vincent, smiling and distracting their little baby brother with a handful of toys as you get to preparing breakfast.

"He's so tiny," Verona giggles to herself, handing Vincent a toy he dropped. "Teeny tiny!"

Vincent smiles up at his siblings aimlessly, very receptive to laughter and positive voices surrounding him. 

"He is a tiny little guy, isn't he?" You chuckle, dressed in a burgundy shirtwaist dress with a pair of house flats on; standing by the stove and preparing breakfast.

While you've just picked up on Michael's cologne signaling he's nearby, Michael's taken in the scent of breakfast being cooked while coming down to the kitchen.

In a pan, you sautee together chopped pieces of bacon, Italian sausage crumble, grated mozzarella and cheddar, green pepper, mushrooms, and small broccoli florets.

You reach into the egg carton next to you on the counter, setting three eggs aside. 

Michael leans against the doorway, taking in the delicious scent of the meat and vegetables being sauteed and feeling the warm spring breeze coming from the back door flow into the kitchen.

Distracted, you crack three eggs into the frittata you're making, disposing of the eggshells in the little trashcan next to you and giving your hands a quick rinse in the sink.

Michael gazes at you with intrigue, watching you quickly your wrist moves to whisk in the eggs quickly into the frittata and reach for a carton of cream from the refrigerator.

Michael's eyes admire the way your hips move, how your dress adorns your body, and every inch of you in nothing but pure adoration.

Already having noticed their father from afar standing by quietly, the twins giggle amongst each other in reaction; very clearly aware as to how their father is lovingly appreciating their mother behind her back.

"Good morning," you hear Michael's velvety voice call out from behind; causing your heart to race just like that.

"Good morning, Daddy!" The twins chime in together.

"Aaa," Vincent shakes his rattling toy aimlessly, unsure why the sudden upbeat enthusiasm is coming from his siblings but just happy to join in on it.

"Good morning, darling," you turn around blushing, seeing a small smile over Michael's lips.

"Aaa!" Vincent raises his voice in excitement, waving around his toy.

"I think he says good morning too, Daddy," Niccolo laughs.

"I believe so," Michael walks into the kitchen, leaning down to scoop up three-month-old Vincent in his arms. "Hello, little man. He's awake early."

"He is," you agree, carefully putting the pan into the preheated oven. "He's being so good this morning despite waking so early, though. Not a fuss made, just babbling little conversations to himself and his siblings."

"He likes to talk," Verona points out, waving at her baby brother in Michael's arms.

Vincent aimlessly stares at Michael, sticking out his little tongue before bumping his head against Michael's temple lightly. "Aa...."

"But how old will Vincent be when he can talk to us, Daddy?" Niccolo asks, sitting upright.

"Almost two years old, I'd say," Michael replies, rubbing Vincent's back in lazy circles gently.

"What?!" Verona gasps.

"Two years?!" Niccolo lets out a deep sigh, "That's gonna take forever!"

"Well, what did you think, honey?" You let out a laugh, setting out jars of homemade grape, strawberry, and raspberry jam from the cabinet.

"Sooner?" Niccolo shrugs his shoulders sheepishly, "Maybe it takes one year!"

"Far too soon," Michael shakes his head as you take out three little bowls to put equal varieties of jam in. "Even the two of you weren't talking in a year. Just a few words here and there."

"Really?" Verona's eyes widen with intrigue.

"Really," you smile back at her, "and you both will get to see Vincent grow up right in front of your eyes so you'll understand."

Niccolo looks up to see baby Vincent clutching his tiny grip over the fabric of Michael's waistcoat, distracted by the texture against his skin.

You set out the selections of jam over the dining table, moving back to the stove. "If it's one thing you all share like your baby brother, it's that none of you could stop grabbing and touching daddy's tie or clothes."

"But Daddy wears Italian silk suits, right?" Verona speaks up.

"That I do," Michael answers, walking towards the back door with Vincent to get some fresh air; amused by Vincent's distraction towards his waistcoat.

"So it's very soft!" Verona exclaims.

"Oh, ya," Niccolo adds, "and very fancy."

"Very," you laugh with them, "Vincent is the master of fancy fabrics."

“He knows he likes his suits,” Michael cracks a rare joke, carefully stepping out into the courtyard as Vincent excitedly rattles his toy in his free hand.

You move the mixing bowl containing ricotta pancake batter over to the stove, adding a small amount to the hot pan and watching it spread into shape. “Almost ready for breakfast!”

“Can I help, mama?” Verona hops off her seat.

“Sure, darling,” you gesture to one of the kitchen cupboards. “We have some biscotti in there. Could you please take some out and set them out on the plate here? We can have some with jam this morning.”

“Okay!” Verona nods, doing as she’s told. “Tasty jam. I help Mama.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you smile down at her, glancing up momentarily to see Michael slowly pacing around the courtyard with Vincent in his arms.

Vincent snuggles onto his father’s shoulder, chewing on his rattle toy while peeking around the sight of nature around him.

“We’re almost done here…” Distracted, you flip the pancake over carefully and keep the sizes of the others at a consistent size and thickness.

You glance at the other pan of food still steaming hot on the other side of the stove—Italian sausage and eggs—taking note of everything to get ready.

“Smells so good, mama,” Niccolo looks over to the stove giddily, eyeing the homemade marinara sauce smothered amid the Italian sausage and poached eggs. “My favorite!” 

“A favorite of daddy’s too,” you add, beginning to set the silverware and plates out on the dining table.

Niccolo gets up from his seat, helping his sister reach into the cupboard and taking as many cups as he can with him towards the dining table to help out.

“Perfect, thank you two,” you rub Niccolo and Verona’s shoulders—looking towards the backdoor. “I’ll get Daddy and Vincent in otherwise they’ll be out there forever.”

The twins giggle amongst each other as you step out into the courtyard, taking in a breath of the fresh spring air to see your husband walking around the center of the backyard and kissing Vincent’s cheek.

“Hi, baby,” unable to wipe the growing smile off of your face, you approach both of them.

“Hello, darling,” Michael turns around to face you as you lean up, pecking a sweet kiss over your husband’s lips. 

Michael kisses back, gazing at you. “Is breakfast ready?”

“Mhmm, it is,” you gently squish Vincent’s chubby cheek, gesturing for them to follow inside. “Everything’s ready and we’re waiting for you two to come join us! I wonder if this little man is hungry.”

“I think so, considering how he’s been chewing on every toy I give him,” Michael chuckles quietly, taking your hand with his free one before following you back inside the estate.

~ 

Sitting by herself in her family estate across a small distance from yours, Sandra rests her cheek upon her fist and gives out a glum sigh to herself. The day has practically just started; just the morning after you, Michael, and Sonny’s arrival back home from Las Vegas.

Naturally, Sandra understands how exhausted her husband may be from travel. Sonny’s always felt worn out one way or another with long road trips and plane rides, regardless of how far or close his destination is.

Jet lag has never done any good for Sonny who prefers to rest it off by sleeping in much more than he may normally do when given the chance instead of taking naps throughout the day, and a shot or two of whiskey here and there never hurt to keep his mind sharp throughout it.

No different than any other time, Sonny slumped into bed last night tired and with a pounding headache. The only thing he did before falling asleep just a moment after taking a shot of whiskey and mumbling, “I’m exhausted,” to Sandra.

When it comes to Sonny, Sandra’s more than aware that’s her husband’s normal behavior hence why she didn’t question it.

Come to think of it with Sandra’s mind on nothing else but what a lonely morning she woke up to, she’s come to realize Sonny was rather dismissive and even a little cold towards her.

Still, knowing how much of a grumpy, sarcastic mood Sonny can get in when he’s tired and hungry, Sandra lets it be as it is.

She neither minds waking up alone nor having Sonny sleep in especially after travel, but having the children go off to the governess first thing in the morning and have breakfast by herself after being alone for a few days, the loneliness and lack of companionship hits Sandra hard.

It was after Sandra finished breakfast and began cleaning up that Sonny woke up abruptly and couldn’t fall back asleep.

Instead of letting Sandra know or greeting his wife, Sonny took a hot shower which Sandra overheard then fixed himself a drink of gin and tonic for breakfast which came off as somewhat odd to Sandra.

Sandra’s already guessing something is up with Sonny since it seems as if he’s practically avoiding her but she can’t make any sense of it.

Rising from her seat on the couch, Sandra frowns and looks around the quiet, empty house—wishing she could at least spend some time with Sonny and ask him how his trip went. After all, Sandra knows everyone else is spending time with their families and enjoying breakfast together right now except her.

Feeling left out and alone, suspicion slowly begins to grow over Sandra who begins to approach Sonny’s study, knowing he’s in there from the ruffling sound of newspapers and Sonny setting down his drink.

From the ajar door, Sandra sees her husband sitting over a leather armchair with his ankle crossed over and resting on his leg—reading through a newspaper.

“Sonny?” Sandra places her hand over the door, peeking in with concern over her expression.

Sonny purposefully takes a few extra seconds to react, looking up at Sandra with boredom and slight irritation. “Huh? Yeah, what is it?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to check up on you,” Sandra replies, frowning. “You missed breakfast.”

“Yeah, I know,” Sonny grunts, stretching out his arms. “I was tired.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Nah, I had something to eat already,” Sonny says, returning his attention back to the newspaper in his hands.

Sandra remains quiet, standing by the door for a moment; she knows Sonny has nothing else to say to her nor does he even want to carry a conversation with Sandra right now, but she can’t understand why Sonny’s acting the way he is now.

“What?” Sonny asks after a moment, growing more tense.

“Nothing,” Sandra murmurs, turning around and shutting the office door behind her.

Heading into the foyer, Sandra puts her Mary-Janes on and exits the estate. She makes her way to what used to be Fredo and Deanna’s shared estate, now belonging to Connie and Leo.

Knowing the only one she can confide in over her brother’s behavior that isn’t spending time with family or is occupied this morning is Connie, Sandra hopes to herself that her sister-in-law can ease her overthinking and offer some advice.

If it’s anyone who knows Sonny and his antics well and on a much different level than a brother would, it’s Sonny’s own sister—Connie. Besides, Sandra doesn’t at all feel up to bothering anyone else like you or Theresa whose shy, reserved, and put off by Sonny’s behavior to begin with.

Deanna on the other hand is in Hollywood shooting a film with Johnny Fontane, but her relationship with Sonny is just as limited as Theresa’s.

‘Then again..’ Sandra glances over in the direction of your estate. ‘There’s Victoria.’

Immediately, Sandra’s mind goes back to the events of what occurred in New York whether she wants to remember it or not; seeing Sonny with blood gushing out of his nose, swelling, and puffiness reaching his eyes all bleeding and bruised when Michael confronted him about why he made a move on you.

Like the others, Sandra was also under the impression Sonny went to New York to check on you and the twins. Everyone assumed Sonny would also bring news to Tom or Michael, but only those two and Sonny knew what was really going on and why you left for New York in the first place.

Sonny never told Sandra why you were in New York to begin with as everyone knew how personal the reason was and would prefer to forget it all entirely.

While Sandra doesn’t know the whole story of the whys and hows of New York, she does know that Michael refused to speak with Sonny for an entire month let alone have him remotely near you because Sonny kissed you and attempted to seduce you in New York.

Sandra unfortunately knows she’ll never not be jealous when thinking of everything that happened, but it’s toned down over time and her emotions don’t get as strong over remembering it either.

Sandra also knows you didn’t kiss Sonny back or pull a move on him. She figures as she’s heard from you and your reaction that you must’ve been nothing but shocked and disgusted; Sonny’s your brother-in-law after all and you would never do that to Sandra, let alone ever to Michael.

At that point, time was the only remedy for everything that had happened. You felt somewhat alienated from Sonny as a result for a little while and Sandra witnessed that herself.

Still, despite apologizing to you and hearing your side of the story, Sandra can never truly live down her guilt and shame of how she embarrassed herself by talking down to you at your mother’s funeral.

Sandra swallows her remaining, stinging jealousy down but not her pride. She doesn’t want to talk to you at all regarding Sonny; it’ll do nothing but rouse her imagination the wrong way about her husband.

Instead, Sandra continues to go up to Sandra’s estate with the hopes that her sister-in-law can offer her advice and lift her spirits or at the very least that Connie can tell her anything she knows about the trip to Las Vegas.

Of course, Sandra plans to speak with you later in the afternoon and hear more about how you are and how the trip went, but Sandra’s concern right now doesn’t have anything to do with the actual traveling or Las Vegas; Sandra’s only concern is Santino.

~

It’s not unusual for the gateways, doors, and balconies of individual estates on the Lake Tahoe compound to be left open during the day although high security is guaranteed twenty-four hours a day throughout the entire week. 

It only signifies that your family isn’t busy, away from the compound, or seeking privacy, and is welcome to anyone popping by, hence why Connie’s estate door is left wide open this morning. 

Sandra also knows Leo is currently away in New York at the moment, traveling back and forth from the state to Nevada with and for Connie when time and business permits. 

From the moment Sandra enters Connie’s estate, Connie and Mama Corleone in the kitchen already pick up on the sound of someone’s kitten heels clacking against the mahogany floorboards and she guesses it’s either Sandra or Theresa purely based on shoe choice. 

In the kitchen, Connie prepares a pot of black tea, chatting away with Carmela about her next planned trip to New York with Leonardo just as Sandra enters the kitchen—smiling sheepishly and hugging her own arms. 

“Hi, honey,” Mama Corleone’s eyes light up at the sight of Sandra.   

“Hey, Sandra,” Connie greets, turning to face her sister-in-law. “Good morning.” 

“Morning,” Sandra says back, glancing around the kitchen uneasily. “Done breakfast so soon?” 

“Oh, we just finished up a few moments ago. Did you?” Mama Corleone peeks at her. 

“Mm,” Sandra nods, “I had a short one. I just sent off the kids to their studies and that’s that,” she lets out a soft sigh, realizing that if she remains here and talks like this that it invites Mama Corleone to stay and listen too. 

Naturally, Sandra has no issue with Mama Corleone consoling her or giving her advice but at this point, Sandra’s far too embarrassed to talk to her mother-in-law about Sonny again and again. 

“Actually, um, I was wondering if I could talk to you, Connie?” 

“Of course,” Connie agrees, exchanging a glance with Mama Corleone. 

“I’ll see you girls at lunch then,” completely understanding, Carmela smiles at her girls before she begins to make her way out of the kitchen. “Take care!” 

“Bye mama,” Sandra calls back out before facing Connie once more and seeing the concern growing over her sister-in-law’s face. 

“There’s that look in your eyes again,” Connie points out, taking out another tea cup. “Let me get you something to drink first, honey. Go on, have a seat. I already know.” 

“Thank you,” Sandra murmurs, closing the kitchen door behind her before taking a seat at the dining table. 

Connie pours two cups of steaming, black tea and takes a tiny bowl holding sugar cubes and small stirring spoons over to the dining table, sitting across from her sister-in-law. “I could tell just by the way you walked in here that something had to be wrong.” 

“I wish I could prove you wrong,” Sandra says glumly, “never been the greatest at hiding my annoyances, have I? Thank you,” Sandra pulls her teacup over the table to herself with two sugar cubes. 

“You and me both,” Connie chuckles, letting out a deep breath. “What is it? What’s troubling you? Go on, I want all the details.” 

“I didn’t wanna make it a big deal because I don’t know what’s going on,” Sandra begins, staring at her tea. 

“You always say that,” Connie points out, raising her brows. 

“I know,” Sandra whines quietly. “But it’s Sonny.” 

“What about him? Or do I even need to ask?” Connie rolls her eyes, “what’s he gone off to do this time?” 

Sandra blinks, unable to come up with an immediate response. “It’s his trip. Sonny came back from Vegas with Michael and Victoria…” 

“Mhmm,” Connie nods, listening. 

“He was exhausted when he got home, so he wanted to go to bed right away which is fine—” Sandra shakes her head, “he had a drink before, didn’t talk to me or the children whatsoever, and just went straight to bed.” 

“Huh,” Connie notes, “exhausted, then?” 

“Yeah, he was,” Sandra answers. 

“I didn’t see him as ‘exhausted’,” Connie stares back at her. “That’s a bit of an overstatement now isn’t it?” 

“You saw him last night?” Sandra raises a brow, knowing all Sonny did was barge right into the estate the minute he grabbed his luggage from the car and wasted no time in doing so. 

“Yeah, Sonny barged in here all annoyed and asking for whiskey. I’d say he was more grouchy than ‘exhausted’. He definitely had more than enough energy to march in here like that.” 

“That’s not what I saw or heard,” anxiety begins to spike up in Sandra. “I mean… Sonny told me he was tired and going to bed—I didn’t get another word out of him after that. He finished his drink and went to sleep—whatever. Slept in for two more hours this morning and it’s like he missed breakfast on purpose because I swear to you, just as I finished cleaning up and sent off the kids to the governess, he awoke. Sonny didn’t say a word to me, didn’t come in to eat anything. He just made himself a gin and tonic—I don’t get it. He’s being so cold to me, this isn’t normal. He’s completely disinterested in anything I have to say. It’s like every time I try to approach him, I annoy him.” 

Connie takes a sip of her tea, pursing her lips. “Victoria didn’t tell you?” 

“Tell me what, Connie?” The tip of Sandra’s ears and the nape of her neck prickle hot with brimming anxiety. “I haven’t spoken to her since before she left. I thought I would after lunch today.” 

“I saw Victoria briefly before she went in last night,” Connie tells her, “just made some small talk—asked her how the trip went and if she needed anything because if anyone was exhausted, it was her. I may as well tell you,” Connie shrugs her shoulders, “though I’m not sure if it’ll surprise you or be something you haven’t heard before.” 

“Why?” Sandra’s throat tightens as she mixes her sugar cubes inside her tea. 

“I mean, they went to Las Vegas, Sandra,” Connie licks over her lips, “Sonny wasn’t exactly there for ‘business’.” 

“I see,” Sandra mumbles to herself, looking far more distraught than Connie expects. 

“Okay, you let him off the hook too much, honey,” Connie sighs, shaking her head. “He just goes left, right, and center and he’s been doing that since we were teenagers. Sonny’s excuse is that you let him and it’s disgusting. I don’t know how you deal with it.” 

“I never really let him do ‘anything’,” Sandra rakes a hand through her hair, letting out a shaky sigh. “Sonny can barely control himself. It’s how he is, how he always was. You know our marriage didn’t change him and neither did having kids. His dick has a mind of its own.” 

“Yeugh,” Connie fake gags, brushing off the comment. “I know, trust me.” 

“But what does Victoria have to do with this?” Sandra holds back the growing emotion in the back of her throat. 

“It’s not that, Sandra, relax,” Connie lets out a soft laugh, “relax! She’s just as mad as you, honestly. Victoria was scolding Sonny the whole trip. She won’t talk to him, she said. He must have pissed her off real good this time.” 

“Because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself?” Sandra suggests. 

“When it comes to Rita Duvall, definitely,” Connie rolls her eyes with a scoff. 

“Rita,” Sandra repeats. “Rita? Are you serious?” 

“Mhmm,” Connie appears somewhat amused towards Sandra’s irritated reaction upon the mention of Rita Duvall’s name. “Now that’s two negative reactions whenever that woman’s name is mentioned. I guess you know a bit about our favorite dancer and mistress extraordinaire outside Victoria’s personal grudge towards her?” 

“Do I?” Sandra scowls, “I’ve had my fair share of tugging Sonny’s ear about that whore.” 

“Yeah?” 

Sandra takes in a deep breath, only growing much more irate. “She’s a good-for-nothing whore. Everything she does is for attention and on purpose. She and Sonny—they… The fucking chemistry they have—” Sandra’s eyes begin to tear up as her voice shakes. “How could I not fucking hate her? I can’t stand her or her whorish antics, tricks, and shows—whatever the hell she does. She’s nothing but eye candy, a pleaser and Sonny loves it. She’s exactly what he wants, you know?” 

“Sandra—” 

“Sonny won’t fuck an honest woman the way he loves to fuck his whores,” Sandra’s eyes pool with tears, “She’d look me in the eye and do my husband if she could, but that’s not exclusive, right? It’s not that hard to have Sonny head over heels for you, it’s just impossible for me and I’m his wife. It wasn’t impossible for Victoria.” 

“Hey,” Connie interrupts sharply, placing her hands over the top of Sandra’s. “Honey, it’s okay. It’s alright. No, I get what you mean completely but Victoria doesn’t have Sonny wrapped around her finger. Don’t say that.” 

“H-how am I supposed to know?” Sandra breaks down in tears, weeping. “Everyone can have my husband but me! So I don’t have a choice, Connie. I have to suspect everyone and I hate her. I hate Rita and I hate anyone like her!” 

~ 

[ 6 Months Earlier: Las Vegas, Nevada ]

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to welcome the night of your life where filthy sin and heavenly lust collide; where lines of love and arousal blur to please you! This is a night to remember and accept splendor and entertainment with the one and only, Miss Rita Duvall!” 

The glistening silver curtains encrusted in crystals flutter about over the stage, reflecting over the polished, white marble stage to reveal Rita behind—slowly spinning in a life-size bird cage made of solid gold, decorated in the same dazzling crystals and diamonds. 

Wearing silk, red gloves with diamonds adorning her fingers, Rita’s strawberry blonde hair is curled over her shoulders—bringing attention to the sparkling ruby necklace upon her collarbone, the smokey makeup over her eyes, and cherry red lipstick matching the fiery, scarlet shade of red she wears in a sleeveless bodysuit decorated with the same precious gems and rubies. 

Much like a Vegas showgirl’s classic bodysuit, Rita stands out as the star of the show with a mock peacock tail affixed to the back of her costume; real feathers dipped in crimson dye with matching six-inch stilettos over her feet. 

Background dancers dressed similarly to Rita but without distracting away from having her become the center of attention and swirl about the stage, dancing, and grouping together to slide and push the birdcage towards the middle of the stage. 

Gasps from the crowd mesmerized in awe come from around the room, erupting in cheer and applause which Sonny joins; seated in the second row at the very front of the stage with Michael and Leonardo. 

Close enough to practically smell Rita’s perfume, Sonny’s eyes are fixated on her as Rita blows out kisses to the crowd, swaying her hips over the cushioned seat inside the life-size birdcage. 

Michael ignores anything and everything to do with the show entirely, effectively blocking it out while focusing on his dinner and keeping an eye on the time to anticipate when all of this nonsense will be over and his business partner will come to meet him. 

Amongst all of their family, colleagues, and business partners, Michael and Leonardo remain to be the odd ones out with no interest in erotic shows, brothels, or mistresses for their own reasons; Michael’s being quite self-explanatory knowing him. 

Leonardo on the other hand has always been indifferent to it; it’s not so much that he minds such entertainment and opportunities, but he chooses to have nothing to do with them. 

In the middle of a show like this where it’s hard to ignore what’s going on—let alone the performers themselves—Leonardo can appreciate that it’s a form of entertainment enjoyed by many, and that’s all he’ll take it as without making it personal. 

While Michael can hide his dislike and annoyance for anything without effort, Leonardo can’t hold back from having his expression show exactly how he feels. Since Leonardo initiated a relationship with Connie—now his fiancé—he feels all the more disinterested and uncomfortable. 

Performers, dancers, prostitutes, and showgirls like Rita and Rita herself are a hot commodity amongst rich businessmen, politicians, and influential men seeking entertainment and companionship so there’s never a gap in bookings and demand. 

‘It’s not her entertainment skills or whoring that’s her “talent” either. She’s ‘talented’, alright, but in ways you wouldn’t imagine.’ 

Aroused by how little he’s seen already, Sonny eyes Rita’s plump thighs—admiring how the color red matches her vigor and passion on stage. 

Rita grinds her hips, dancing sensually around the bars of the birdcage slowly to show off every inch of her body. 

‘There’s a million Rita Duvalls. Give any cocktail waitress or Vegas showgirl a big enough gig and she’ll do what she does best, but Rita wants more. Nothing is ever enough for her.’ 

Sonny whistles under his breath, momentarily capturing Michael’s attention who looks up at the stage for only a split second to see Rita look in their direction and lick up one of the bars. 

Unphased, Michael immediately looks away once more with zero intention of even glancing up for a moment to the stage again whereas Sonny can hardly hold back his throbbing erection. 

‘I don’t know if she has issues of her own or if she’s a narcissist who gets high off all the attention, but Rita wouldn’t look anyone in the eye who can’t give her what she wants. She can only entertain for so long until she catches the eye of somebody who finds her the most irresistible of the night.’ 

Michael is no stranger to such forms of entertainment. Half the time Michael travels for business or is meeting with his business partners at any time, some sort of similar entertainment is almost always provided. 

Usually, however, the nature of the entertainment isn’t solely erotic or anything like this, let alone with a face Michael recognizes. 

Michael’s aware tonight’s show harbors on pure erotica, but later on in the evening, he’s also bound to discover it’s a sex show later on. 

Sonny wouldn’t miss this level of entertainment for the world, always preferring to mix pleasure with business and never considering himself as dull as his younger brother. 

Michael can and will purposefully miss any shows of obscenity and promiscuity. Nothing gets to him not just because Michael’s interest in such entertainment is low, but rather that it’s nonexistent. 

Michael’s business colleagues would die in the face of boredom if they did business the way Michael did; long meetings face-to-face in silence for hours with nothing but relevant talk. 

‘Rita has the first pick of the best venues. Rita won’t perform somewhere she knows money won’t roll in. Businessmen, investors, politicians—think of the wealthiest, most influential men. That’s why she’s there.’ 

Pleasure in business is seen as a casual thing by most mafiosi; some even talk business at brothels rather than anywhere else. 

None of it particularly bothers Michael to a personal extent, but he can certainly count on his fingers how many mafiosi he knows that don’t indulge in such entertainment: himself, Vito—his father—and Leonardo, his brother-in-law. 

‘Rita knows her audience. Married, usually middle-aged men with a wife and kids at home… Talking about what an honest woman can’t give him.’ 

Rita is all flair and style—what she’s known for better than anyone else in Las Vegas. Using all of her stage props and background effects to dance and sing at the same time, she puts on a show to remember for tonight. 

Interacting with the crowd is just another act Rita intends on doing tonight, something that immediately spiked your dislike for her when Rita first tried it with Michael at a family event with children present; despite being an adult performer, Rita knew what she signed up for and willingly crossed those boundaries after all. 

‘She’s far from being honest and she knows it. She uses these men for arm candy, influence, reputation, and above all—sex and money. They make for the best kind of blackmail. She’s made that obvious enough.’ 

Rita doesn’t have any boundaries and she doesn’t feel the need to either. Rita offers what she does and has a “take it or leave it policy”, asking if everyone else loves it, why don’t you? 

Michael checks the time on his watch again as Rita parts away from the birdcage and begins to dance to the tune of a sultry, slow sogn upon the stage; making sure the feathers on her bodysuit bounce and shake with every move. 

It’s then and there that Michael notices just how absolutely fixated Sonny is on Rita, mindlessly staring at her. 

Michael doesn’t need to look up to Rita to see why, but his brother’s blatant arousal and unprofessionalism are beginning to irritate Michael; all Sonny’s been doing the entirety of the trip is paying attention to nothing but women. “Let me know when you decide to attend business for business one of these days.” 

“Relax, Mikey,” Sonny chuckles, looking away from Rita for the first time since the show started. “I’m enjoying the show, she’s performing, I don’t wanna let it go to waste. I don’t get you two.” 

Leonardo looks up from his plate, biting into a piece of steak. “Why’s that?” 

“Well, never mind, I guess,” Sonny grins, “I’m not saying anything towards you. You’re engaged to my sister.” 

‘She’s no performer, dancer, entertainer, or whatever the fuck she calls herself. We all know what she is. I wasn’t born yesterday. Rita’s a blackmailing whore.’ 

Eyeing Sonny from the table as she performs, Sonny’s lustful and interested gaze on her hasn’t gone unnoticed with all that admiring. 

It helps all the more that Sonny’s seated so close to the stage and with Michael Corleone whom Rita knows is impossible to get a shred of attention or interest from but Rita’s satisfied with luring in one Corleone brother before she aspires to go back to back with another. 

The only positive purpose doing business in such venues, clubs, and brothels serves most mafiosi besides personal pleasure is the fact that if there’s unwanted or hostile presence of police and FBI not on a mafioso’s payroll, it’s much easier to be able to appear as a couple of businessmen chatting and having drinks while enjoying a show than appearing suspicious. 

None can hear nor suspect any illicit business is being discussed or ongoing from music, singing, and distractions after all. 

Michael still refuses to pay any attention to Rita’s show during her second act even when his business partners arrive; consisting of her emerging from an amethyst and diamond-studded, lifesize clam large enough to comfortably fit three people in. 

Completely and utterly in awe as if he’s in a trance, Sonny and the rest of the invited businessmen are thoroughly entertained and their enjoyment and need for entertainment is just a necessary, lesser evil Michael comes to accept. 

If such needs to occur for business to come along smoothly without issue, then Michael has no issues with it although he finds it all negatively distracting. 

Slow jazz music builds up to its climax as Rita fully emerges from the clamshell, causing business discussions at the table to be briefly interrupted as a result. 

Leonardo and Michael look over to see Rita no longer dressed in her peacock-inspired bodysuit but only in a pair of bra and panties made from a lightweight chain and decorated in pearls and diamonds. 

Rita extends out her arms to the tune of the jazz music, throwing her hair back and stepping out the clam barefoot. 

Just as Michael’s about to divert his gaze once more and remind his business partners what the task at hand is, Rita places her hand over her bra and pulls it off with ease—causing the pearls and diamonds to spring loose and around her on the stage. 

‘She’ll curl up in the arms of any rich, powerful man who can give her a night to remember, spoil her and pay for the new diamonds you see on her ears.’ 

More hoots, whistling and cheers can be heard from the crowd and from Sonny himself as Rita remains completely topless; her breasts springing free as she pulls the matching panties down her legs—bending over. 

“Goddamn,” Sonny chuckles to himself, taking in the view. 

Michael sighs quietly to himself, understanding this is now a full-on sex show rather than the other forms of performances and entertainment he’s had the misery of having to attend yet he isn’t surprised. 

‘When she doesn’t want to let go of her arm candy, she’ll just resort to blackmail. Easy to do to politicians who can’t keep their eyes or hands to themselves, to begin with. It’ll give her the big payday she’s looking for and everyone moves on. She craves it just as much she craves the attention.’ 

Michael lights another cigarette, figuring whenever Rita’s done with her jaw-dropping antics, everyone can get back to business even if that means it looks like Michael will have to wait longer. 

Rita’s third and final act of the night consists of the curtains drawing back once more to reveal her sitting naked inside a massive, human-sized cocktail glass that matches the gems of the clam from her second act. 

Rita lets the pink-colored water inside the cocktail glass soak over her skin as Rita rests her arms on the rim of the cocktail glass. 

Rita then raises up her thigh, letting the pink water drip off as she begins to massage and caress the liquid over her body. 

‘She’ll never have to worry about blackmailing Sonny… If she was to, that would mean he’d want to stay away from her for good, right? Right?’ 

[ Present Day, Lake Tahoe Compound ]

Connie frowns, clasping a hand over her mouth as she stares at Sandra. 

“Say something, please,” Sandra croaks—her throat tightening. 

“Sandra, I’m so, so sorry—Sandra! Sandra!” Connie gasps as Sandra bolts from the dining table, almost spilling her tea. 

“SONNY! SONNY!” Sandra shrieks, storming out of Connie and Leo’s estate. 

“Sandra, wait! Oh my God!” Connie jumps up from her seat, rushing after her sister-in-law. “Sandra, no!” 

All Connie can think of is that while Sandra’s emotions, reactions, and outbursts are completely normal and to be expected, she’s guaranteed Vito and Carmela’s involvement in this now by shouting it for everyone to hear on the compound. 

~ 

Back in your estate shortly after finishing up breakfast with your family, you hold baby Vincent in your arms—indulging in conversation with the nanny, Esther as the twins begin their morning lessons with the governess. 

“Oh, it’s definitely been a while,” you chuckle. “My family visits Sicily regularly, but that’s a given for all the business they do. I think I had more than enough opportunity after we moved to New York, but my studies and work always got in the way.” 

“Would that mean you haven’t been there for five years now? Oh my,” Esther’s eyes widen. 

“Mhmm,” you admit sheepishly, kissing Vincent’s cheek. “Not since the twins were just little babies. Funny enough we’ve been to Rome, Venice, and Florence since but not back to the homeland since. That’ll change very soon.” 

“Looking forward to a good trip for you and the family then, Mrs. Corleone,” Esther beams, “all that time gone by still surprises me. The twins were so tiny, just like this little guy!” 

Before she can say anymore, Esther glances over her shoulder to see Michael stepping out of the estate to approach you; the morning sun glistening over his skin as he keeps both hands in his pockets. 

Understanding the need for privacy, Esther gives both of you a polite smile and a small nod before entering back into the estate to leave you two alone. 

“Hello, darling,” Michael greets you by wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“Hi, baby,” you blush, “I’m thinking we could spend the rest of our morning out on the yacht together maybe with a cold drink and—” 

“SANTINO! SANTINO!” You’re interrupted by the alarming sound of Sandra shrieking around the compound. 

Michael and you exchange a concerned look with one another before rushing out to the front of the estate where Sandra’s continuous scream-sobbing is coming from. 

Sonny’s the first to his wife wailing, throwing down his newspaper and springing out of his seat from surprise. 

“Sandra?!” You call out as Michael keeps a protective arm around you. “Oh—Connie!” You spot your sister-in-law running over, distraught and confused. “Connie! What’s going on—” 

Connie stops in her tracks to see Sandra rush out from behind her estate to inside, only gone for a split second before the three of you watch her screaming insults and curse words in a mix of English and Italian before shoving Sonny outside. 

“Fucking stop! Stop it, alright?!” Sonny grunts, stumbling out of the estate. “What the fuck are you doing?!” 

“GET OUT, GET OUT!” Sandra screams, pointing away from the compound. “GET THE FUCK OUT!” 

“Lower your fucking voice!” Sonny shouts over top over her, brushing off his wrinkled tank top. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Huh?!” 

Before you can say anything, Michael—who remains completely calm next to you—raises his free hand up to silence you, giving you a reassuring look but also signaling he won’t give involved in the middle of this and doesn’t want you to either. 

Sobbing and practically shaking, Sandra opens her mouth again to cry out but is immediately silenced by Sonny. “What the fuck are you yelling for, woman?! What’s wrong with you?!” 

“What’s going on?” Michael interrupts, speaking up. 

The three of you including Connie begin to slowly approach as you also notice Tom and Theresa slowly doing so from their estate after hearing everything. 

With security and guards on alert, Al Neri and Rocco slowly begin to make their way over whereas Esther rushes into the central family compound to ensure the children don’t hear or step out, but it’s only going to be a matter of time until Vito and Carmela do. 

Vincent stares around aimlessly, confused by all the yelling and overlapping loud voices around him but seemingly disinterested and unaffected by it as he plays with a few strands of your hair. 

“Even if your father’s life depended on it, you wouldn’t be able to stop fucking whoring!” Sandra shrieks, “every time you go ‘on business’ all you do is whore around! That’s all you’ve been doing for years, isn’t it?! Go ahead, tell everyone, Sonny! And remind Michael and Victoria too!” 

Connie remains silent, biting her lip. All of this hits too close to home, reminding her of how many times she was in Sandra’s place herself when she was still married to Carlo. 

Connie didn’t want anyone silencing what she had to say to Carlo then, so she refuses to attempt to silence Sandra now. 

“You—” Sonny begins, but Sandra cuts him off. 

“Don’t you want everyone to know what you did in Las Vegas?! Go ahead and tell the children while we’re at it!” 

“Sandra,” Michael speaks calmly, shaking his head. 

“It’s true, isn’t it?” Sandra hiccups, facing Michael as Sonny sighs loudly. “It's true when we first got married—” Sandra points an accusing finger at Sonny. “And true before! But Michael, you’re not going to lie to me, are you? What did Sonny do in Vegas? I want you to tell me.” 

“My brother is an adult capable of making his own decisions and thinking for himself,” Michael replies, “I’m not his babysitter. We had business in Las Vegas, yes, but what Sonny did before, during, and after is not my concern nor do I or Victoria witness it.” 

“Thank you!” Sonny scoffs, beginning to turn away before Sandra yanks on his arm and pulls him back. 

“I don’t fucking think so!” Sandra scowls. “I’ll decide that and you’re NOT going to walk away from me, Santino! You can barely control yourself as is and I’ve had ENOUGH!” 

“YOU HEARD HIM!” Sonny yells back, pointing at Michael. 

“Sonny, don’t yell!” Connie frowns, growing uneasy. 

Sonny’s eyes soften momentarily as he looks over at his sister. “I was only there for business.” 

“Victoria,” Sandra narrows her eyes at you. “What did you see? Tell me.” 

You snuggle Vincent to your chest, sighing softly. “Sandra, this isn’t—” 

“Oh no, no.” Sandra glares at you, “you’re not going to tell me how to react, right? If your husband was known to whore around for years, would you really remain quiet? That passive?” 

“Stop,” you stare back at her, unamused. “That’s not what this is.” 

“THEN TELL ME WHAT IT IS!” Sandra screams, causing Connie to flinch. 

“Lower your voice when you speak to Victoria,” Michael warns, hearing the faint footsteps of Vito and Carmela beginning to step out from the central family compound. 

“Tell me, tell me! TELL ME!” Sandra sobs, hiccupping. 

Sonny shakes his head, locking eyes with you; his expression still somewhat hurt from your last encounter with him in Las Vegas.   

“All of New York knows the truth but not me, his own wife!” Sandra points to her chest, “I deserve to know the truth! Tell me!” 

“You do,” Michael agrees, somewhat calming Sandra. “Yes, you do.” 

“Constanzia,” Carmela calls out gently, approaching her and gesturing her away. “Come here, sweetheart. Come, let’s go.” 

You stay put, watching as Vito approaches with a grave look of disappointment on his face—watching his daughter-in-law weep. 

“Papa,” Sandra hiccups, shaking her head. “What have I done? What did I do? Was I a bad wife to deserve this?” 

Sonny bites his lip, embarrassed in the presence of his father and barely able to look Vito in the eye. 

“No, you were not,” Vito answers, scowling at his son. “And Santino does not think so either, does he?” 

“Pop—” 

“Silence!” Vito interrupts. “You’ve caused our family enough embarrassment, you make your wife cry and you speak back to me? Have you no shame, Santino? You treat the mother of your children—your life partner—this way with such disrespect in front of your family?” Vito shakes a scolding finger at Sonny. “I will speak to you alone, Santino, so you don’t embarrass yourself in front of the family any longer, but you owe answers and apologies to your wife.” 

“I want to hear it from Michael,” Sandra sniffles. 

Vito looks over at the both of you, noticing the frowns on your faces. 

“Him or Victoria,” Sandra hiccups again, “they were both in Las Vegas with Sonny. They know. Victoria, tell Papa.” 

You nod, refusing to hold back for Sonny’s sake. “Papa, I didn’t see or hear anything—that’s the truth—but Sonny told me himself he went to spend time with a woman.” 

“Rita, right?” Sandra attempts to catch her breath. 

Michael raises a brow, seriously beginning to wonder how everyone knows Rita Duvall in this family. 

“Aaaaaa…” Vincent snuggles your chest, surprising you by how calm he remains throughout so much shouting being exchanged. 

“Rita, seriously?” Michael stares at Sonny, no longer able to hold back his own disappointment. 

 You press your lips down together, remaining silent and attempting to appear indifferent to the name mentioned. If Sandra knows of Rita, then she already knows about everything else and if her pain lies with Sonny’s affair with Rita, then you can only think of Sandra who’d be happy to hear someone put Rita Duvall out of her misery a few days ago.

The conversation changing to speak of a woman whom you killed recently is no doubt an interesting one between family.

“Jesus,” Sonny sighs, looking away in defeat. 

“Go inside, I’ll speak with you separately,” Vito gestures Sonny away. “Everyone, please give them some privacy. Let us all return to what we were doing, your mother and I will deal with this.” 

Michael gives Sonny one last look before gently leading you away and back towards your estate. “Come on, darling.” 

“YOU WERE WHORING AROUND IN VEGAS WHILE I WAS WAITING FOR YOU AND TAKING CARE OF OUR FAMILY!” Is the last thing you hear Sandra scream to Sonny right then and there before you and Michael enter your estate. 

~

With every step you take until you and Michael are back into the estate with the door shut, you can hear Sandra’s sobbing, Sonny’s disgruntled comments, and Vito’s scolding. 

“C’mon, c’mon, go inside. Get inside, and we’ll talk. Come on, that’s enough. Stop crying.”

“Aa!” Vincent squirms in your arms, only now beginning to grow restless.

“Ah, I’m right here. Right here,” you gently bop the tip of Vincent’s little nose, “hi, baby. Hiiii, look at Mama.”

“Gaaaaahhhh…” Vincent blinks in confusion, beginning to calm down as you give both of his cheeks a kiss.

Michael glances out towards the window, knowing Sandra is sobbing and inconsolable whereas Vito feels disrespected and embarrassed on behalf of the family.

“There, there,” you wiggle a piece of your hair to Vincent, noticing his interest immediately grow. “Mama’s hair is that interesting, hmm? I’m flattered. You’ll grab on daddy’s tie too, right?”

Vincent blathers quietly, holding a few strands of your hair in a loose grip as you turn to face Michael who locks the front door, gazing back at you.

“I…” You take in a deep breath, patting Vincent’s back. “It’s past his nap time. I should put him to bed.”

“Very well,” Michael nods, slipping both hands into the pockets of his trousers. “We need to talk after.”

Strange, cold tension fills the space between you and Michael momentarily towards the matter with Sandra; a lot to consider on Michael’s behalf whereas memories of New York with Sonny come rushing back to you—leaving a mellow taste in both of your mouths

“I know,” you say back, turning around and approaching the staircase. 

“I want you in my office afterward,” Michael watches as you carefully go up the steps.

“I’m tired, Michael,” you say back; whether it’s of today or what just occurred in front of half of the family, you leave it up to Michael to infer.

“I know. I am too.”

You feel the tension in your body begin to ease up as you make your way upstairs with little Vincent in your arms, already noticing how your son snuggles you in a state of sleepiness.

“Let’s get you all cozy and in your bed,” you whisper softly to Vincent, approaching the nursery. “You’re falling asleep on me already. Oh,” you can’t help but smile at how Vincent’s curled up to your chest, peacefully beginning to doze off.

You carefully set Vincent in his crib, tucking him in and minding what position he’s laying in without waking him.

“I need to learn from you, honestly,” you joke, speaking in a very ushered tone as you watch Vincent sleep. “Just look at you…” You sigh in relief, “growing so fast. Three months have gone like that already… I love you, little guy. Mama loves you so much.” 

You make sure to keep the nursery door open for Esther to check in on Vincent if you’re unable to throughout the day and also to hear any crying.

It’s not that you dread returning downstairs to get to Michael’s office or feel anxious about having a talk with him about all that just occurred with Sandra and Sonny, but rather that you feel so burned out from it all that the last thing you want is to be put in the middle—especially if it means Sandra and Sonny’s marriage will be permanently impacted.

None of this is fair to Sandra, but it’s not fair to you either. Then again, you know more about what happened than you’ll ever let on, and Michael knows this too. 

Back in his office, Michael organizes paperwork over his desk—not so much distracted but waiting for you.

You step into Michael’s office, pulling off your hair tie to let your bun unravel free over your shoulders before smoothening it out. 

You don’t even bother to look up at Michael right away who has his hands in his pockets, walking around his desk to approach you now.

Michael can tell you’re not avoiding looking at him directly out of guilt or anxiety, but that you’re tense and a little shaken up from that dramatic encounter with Sandra and Sonny.

Michael approaches you directly, placing both hands over your arms gently. “Relax, darling. You’re very tense.”

Sighing softly, you look up at your husband and frown.

Michael rubs up and down your arms tenderly, gazing into your eyes with nothing but genuine trust.

“Sandra…” You begin.

“I know,” Michael speaks to you in a soothing, calm voice. “There’s nothing we can do about the matter. It must be left between them.”

“And Papa?”

“Pop is disappointed,” Michael nods grimly. “He’ll have his say”

“I’m glad,” you say with a sigh, wrapping your arms around Michael’s shoulders. “Sandra deserves that much at least.”

Michael and you are more than well aware of how Connie didn’t have that kind of treatment from Vito who outright refused to get involved in her and Connie’s abusive marriage.

“I can presume whatever Santino did was as bad as Sandra claimed,” Michael mentions.

“Yes, it was,” you nod back, “Sonny’s lucky. Even with Pop talking to him who I trust will knock some sense into him, he’s still lucky.”

“Hmm,” Michael embraces you, planting a kiss over the side of your neck. 

“If it was my father…” You grimace, “no. He would be in deep shit. Any of my brothers would.”

“That is to be expected,” Michael agrees. “He came and spoke with me shortly after we settled in.”

You blush, gently pressing your forehead against Michael’s. “Sonny did?”

“Yes,” Michael answers, “he came in bitter, entitled, and demanding answers. All he spoke of was you.”

“Great,” you mumble under your breath. “He doesn’t understand what I did was for his own good.”

“I agree,” Michael says, but in reality, he has no idea exactly what you mean. “He questioned your actions and integrity, but I did not. I don’t. As Pop said, we can’t afford a scandal on Sonny’s behalf after Fredo. Deanna is in Hollywood and has held nothing back to journalists about Fredo and his promiscuity throughout their marriage.”

“Figures,” you rub your temple gingerly, “it’s the last thing we need after all of this.

“And the baby,” Michael kisses your forehead. “I’m more concerned about you and our family than anything else. I refuse to make Sonny’s behavior our problem.”

“I know, baby,” you nod glumly. “I didn’t want Pop and everyone to hear all of that but it was inevitable.”

“Perhaps it was for the best,” Michael offers. “The rest is up to them personally, however… You never told me you hit Sonny.”

“He deserved it,” you look up into Michael’s eyes. “Then and there, he deserved it.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

“You didn’t expect that though, did you?” You ask.

“I understood why,” Michael replies. “You’re not a bitter and malicious person, Victoria, and you certainly weren’t in Las Vegas.”

“I know how he is,” you say back, practically still able to hear Rita’s whiny voice mocking you over her supposed pregnancy.

“And that brother-in-law of yours? His seed is inside me, so? You know what happens next, don’t you?”

You refuse to mention anything about Rita’s pregnancy to Michael for your own reasons.

“Sonny’s still my brother, and I care about him,” you state. “But he has more to deal with when it comes to his marriage. And as to what I did…” You shake your head, “he just needs to get over it.”

“He will,” Michael takes your hand, leading you towards one of the sofas in the office. “It doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.”

“I understand, baby,” you sit next to Michael on the leather sofa, curling up to his side. “I just want my little peace and quiet with you and the babies.”

“Is Vincent asleep?” Michael wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

“Mhmm,” you nod, “fell asleep right away. Wasted no time.”

“I wish we could have said the same for the twins when they were growing up,” Michael chuckles quietly. 

“Same here,” you giggle back. “At least they did when they were newborns.”

“A different story altogether,” Michael adds. “Mm, how do you feel?”

“About?” You feel his hand rubbing up and down your back gingerly. 

“Everything, or just about.”

“I’m alright,” you smile back at your husband. “And I know things will be better. I’m not going to let the last few days dictate to me how I should keep feeling.”

“I’m prepared to put the world to a stop if I need to for you, Victoria,” Michael’s hands begin to massage up and around your shoulders. “You only gave birth a few months ago. I want you to relax.”

“I’ll catch up eventually,” you relax in Michael’s embrace. “With this little one.”

“We missed having a baby around,” Michael kisses the top of your head. “The twins… They’ve grown up already.”

“Very fast,” the blush over your cheeks deepens as Michael kisses both of your hands. 

“I’m proud of them and you,” Michael whispers against your forehead before kissing it.

“I love you so much,” you blush back.

“I love you too,” Michael gives your hands a soft squeeze. “You’re an amazing mother, I want you to know that.”

Your heart skips a beat as you feel Michael’s hand beginning to caress down your chest; his movements growing slower and more tender. 

“And an amazing woman,” Michael nuzzles your neck as you find your fingers clutching onto the fabric of Michael’s dress shirt.

“Michael,” you whisper, tilting your head back to feel the warmth of Michael’s lips planting hot kisses over your neck—inhaling in the scent of your floral perfume.

A shiver goes down your spine from arousal as you feel Michael’s nose brush against your skin. “I want to have another child with you…”

“Already,” your breath hitches as you press your body against Michael’s.

“Whenever you feel ready,” Michael’s hands begin to inch up your blouse.

“Considerate,” you tease back—a whimper escaping your lips from Michael’s hands cupping your breasts.

“Your needs come first, baby,” Michael rubs his fingers over your tender nipples—already hardened from arousal. “I can still please you until it’s over.”

You know Michael’s referring to your period which you got in the middle of the night. “Yes, you can…” You writhe in Michael’s lap. “I… I didn’t lock the door.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Michael begins to inch your blouse up. “I want you here right now.”

“Oh, please,” you buck your hips up in arousal, watching as Michael licks his fingertips and continues massaging your nipples.

“You. Are. Mine.” Michael says between kisses over your breasts. “Only mine.”

“Yes,” your eyes flutter shut as Michael slips your blouse up and off over your head.

From where you both lay on the sofa in Michael’s office, you can see your reflections in a small mirror on the other side of the room; watching the way Michael teases and pleases your body.

“Come here, baby,” Michael’s tongue flickers over your breasts as he massages one and suckles over the other.

You moan loudly, tugging over his hair and feeling his hot tongue over your nipple.

Rolling your eyes back from pleasure, you feel you could cum from this alone—feeling just as horny on your period and willing to take all the alone time you can with Michael, right here and right now.

~

Within the same week, Fredo’s infamous brothel in Las Vegas is officially sold and shut down with the new buyer’s intention to tear the entire building and structure down and build anew.

All is well for the Corleone family who anticipated such for a long time coming; now with no need to worry about the physical reminders of Fredo’s legacy and being involved in the prostitution business by affiliation.

The news of the Corleone family now having no official ties whatsoever to any form of prostitution pleases Don Tattaglia who still seeks to have a monopoly over brothels under his family business; something Michael is more than fine with.

It’s not for another five days until the brothel’s managers realize they aren’t able to contact Rita Duvall in any form—has accounted for all the other women who worked at the brothel to move employment to an unaffiliated, new brothel.  

Rita neither answers her telephone nor writes back. Her neighbors cannot remember the last time they saw her enter her apartment which remains eerily silent.

For the sake of formality and to avoid trouble with the law, the brothel managers file an official missing persons case on behalf of Rita, but from the unamused twinkle in the constable’s eyes at the police station, it was easily understood this investigation wouldn’t be taken seriously or as a priority over a missing prostitute.

It isn’t the first time showgirls, dancers, cocktail waitresses, and prostitutes have gone missing before but especially those who are known by the mafia or have curled up to him are almost always expected to go missing eventually.

It’s either a matter of knowing too much, overhearing something, or being under the suspicion one might snitch or get smart-mouthed towards the mafia which causes mistresses to go missing for good.

Rita isn’t the type to run off for dramatics or disappear for a while nor did the news of the brothel shutting down upset her to do so, but neither the police nor the brothel’s managers expect to find Rita ever again.

Still, it would be something to find Rita’s body at the very least and confirm what happened to her once and for all. Rita’s death would have to be covered up by the police and lied about on every report if it was done by the mafia in which one would truly know if it was done by the hands of a made man or a common killer.

Because the death of many others like Rita is common, there’s no special amount of sympathy felt by anyone on her behalf. Only journalists care about these kinds of cases when it benefits their articles and reports.

At this point in time, it’s been a little while since someone like Rita was reported missing or found dead—leaving a gap in time.

Only once a week passes with no information on Rita, nobody able to contact her, and nothing to pinpoint where she may have gone, what may have happened to her or anything in-between does Luciana’s interest begin to spike up.

Luciana already reported on the brothel shutting down, but it didn’t garner as much attention in the media as she thought.

Although she mentioned Fredo’s name in her article which meant the Corleone family by default and expected some sort of public attention towards it knowing how notorious Fredo’s brothels were when he was actively involved and running them, it appeared that the public was tired of the same old story spun in different ways.

Not only does Rita’s disappearance intrigue Luciana, but the fact that the police, her colleagues, and her employers also stopped caring about her almost immediately beckons for a new report.

Without being explicit or defaming, Luciana’s always been reporting on the drama caused by the mafia and every indulgence they have, especially when it comes to debauchery and luxurious lifestyles.

Since mafiosi are seen as wealthy businessmen outside of the underworld of crime, nothing impacts their reputation, family, or payroll so none come to mind but sometimes even appreciate the light of the media on them. The only exception to this has always been the Tattaglia family.

Tattaglia is the only mafiosi—let alone Don—who considers prostitution a lucrative and important business and because such a business is illegal, Tattaglia pats the city police’s pockets well to keep them in their place and their mouths shut.

Despite suspecting or knowing a fair share herself, Luciana doesn’t care. She takes a neutral stance on everything so as long as it doesn’t impact her directly. Some may even call her selfish for how she couldn’t care less what comes of her colleagues; it’s just one less journalist to compete with.

Luciana also couldn’t care less about the hows and whys of what the crime families do. She’s a reporter and a journalist—all she likes to do is get to the bottom of a good story and deliver.

Luciana remains to be the only journalist at her media outlet that cares about “whore gossip” and “drama scandals” to the point where she’s built her career and reputation on it.

After all, Luciana can be considered a nosy, gossipy person, and growing up she was the first to hear, spread and confirm rumors throughout her high school days that never really faded away when she became an adult.

And despite only speaking with Rita once to be bribed out of reporting a news story on her, Luciana doesn’t consider herself to know Rita personally. All Luciana figures are that Rita, a very popular prostitute and showgirl on stage and behind curtains but not so much in her personal life has gone missing and it’s going to make a hell of a headline.

Luciana’s aware Rita’s always spent her fair share of time with the Barzinis and Tattaglias, so regardless of how Luciana words her headline or chooses to write up a story, it’ll shine the wrong light on the two mafia families which could easily get Luciana and all of her colleagues killed.

Now that their “star girl” Rita Duvall is officially missing, the last thing Luciana will want is any heat on her without implying Rita’s possibly murdered.

For now, Luciana decides to write up an article that’ll only make it look like Rita’s a bad girl gone rogue until Luciana can dig up and discover enough information on what really happened to write up something proper.

‘Without a Trace: Star Showgirl and Performer Rita Duvall Missing?’ Luciana stares at her typewriter, amused by the witty headline she came up with.

It’s only a matter of time until Rita shows up with a bolstered reputation as if she was starting her second act or with a ruined reputation because she disappeared and none cared to find out why. 

It’s that, or the third option; that Rita Duvall is dead.

[practicalsolutions]

I was tagged by @sleightlyoffhand to list 5 topics I can talk on for an hour without preparing any material. You asked for it.

3D printing. This one was too easy. I could talk specifics of FDM machines and materials, or vaguely about other types. These range from SLS to DLP, to more niche high price models I'll never see irl except once. Like anything from Stratasys. Who I used to hecking idolize for having one of the first patents for 3D printing, other than the guy who came up with SLA.

CNC machines. This is probably an extension of 3D printing, as most FDM machines work pretty similar to most CNC mills, engravers etc. The code is the same (gcode). It can be easily written for simple processes like cutting, facing, and drilling. But, just as a slicer program converts 3D models to gcode, there are programs out there for turning 3D information into CNC gcode. It's just a subtractive process instead of an additive one.

The consequences of technology. Especially AI. It may be the best and worst thing to happen to humanity. I could rant about all the wonderful and horrible things that could arise, but it is probably better for both of us if I don't.

Minecraft. Maybe I quit lately, but I could still talk about the history from beta onwards. At least up until whatever update added the chat moderation. I really like pistons (old update) and I really like the bees (is that still considered new?). I love automatic farms, but they are more fun when you have a team that can use them. Don't get me started on redstone, or it will turn into a ramble about electronics and logic gates.

Crash Bandicoot. This place is not a place of honor. No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here. Nothing of value is here. What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us.

Tagging: @wigglerhope @ravenekrops @moth-unit-00

[nikomedes]

#when my friend says something incorrect that i just watched an incredibly detailed video on and im about to school their ass (via moth-unit-00)

[sbnkalny]

Press the B button to pound this oussy!

You want to dock At a Harbor, just press the a the an email to your house

[droctaviolovecraft]

ANM-∞: Mommy Moth (art made by my friend Maicon Sabino Rodrigues, Viper11)

http://mothrainstitution.wikidot.com/anm-8

"I am the light that shines in the darkness, and the darkness that consumes the light. I am the mother who gives life, and the mother who takes life away. I am the dream that inspires, and the nightmare that terrorizes. I am Mother Moth, and I am beneath your feet."

Anomaly File: Subject 0-00-000

Designation: Subject ANM-∞ (Codename: Mother Moth)

Risk Level: UNKNOWN ⚪️

Description: Subject ANM-∞, colloquially known as "Mother Mothra," is an anomalous entity of immense power and enigmatic origin. Standing at an imposing height of 2.60 meters (approximately 8'6 feet tall), the anomaly possesses a striking anthropomorphic appearance, adorned with luminous white furry skin, a voluptuous body with distinct feminine characteristics, including ample breasts. Its most prominent feature is its four large wings, each adorned with symbols representing the four powers of the Institution: nature, the occult, public, and war.

Notably, the entity bears the symbol of infinity marked in the region of its womb, replacing its navel, seemingly symbolizing its status as a transcendent being beyond mortal comprehension.

Discovery: Subject 0-00-000 was discovered in the depths of a pine forest in the United States. The circumstances of its discovery remain obscure.

Abilities: Mothra possesses unparalleled abilities that defy the laws of nature and challenge the very structure of reality. She exhibits mastery over the manipulation of matter, energy, and information, capable of creating, altering, and destroying any form of substance with a mere thought. Her control extends beyond the physical, as she can manipulate space, time, and reality itself, transcending the boundaries of natural and supernatural laws. Capable of disintegrating the physical and the non-existent, she can create anomalies and erase existing anomalies.

Containment Protocol: Containment of Subject ANM-∞ poses a challenge due to its immense power and unpredictable nature. Mother Moth is kept in absolute containment in the depths of the MOTHRA Institution, buried and encased within it. She does not appear to exhibit vital activity or aggression in wanting to escape, but we know that it would not be difficult for her to accomplish such a task.

The anomaly appears to be cooperating for an unknown reason.

[randomfandomsbro]

@moth-unit-00 the channel I watch is Aboringday, which is who I think this is, but there is also this High Voltage Toys guy too c:

me: *on tiktok* hey look a cute makeup idea! can you do this on me?

my bf’s tiktok feed:

[confusedkain]

Tyrant HCs

For those of you new to the RE fandom, and who are unapologetic Tyrant lovers, like myself. I just want to make a few notes for (possibly) some things you didn’t know. -Mr.X/Trenchy is unit T-00 of the T-103 series of tyrants!

-During the over run of Raccoon City, several other “Mr. X” tyrants were unleashed. T-01 to T-05, so 6 all together

-Nemesis is also a T-103 Tyrant, but with a different virus strain/parasite which makes him look the way he does! He was also developed in a different lab from the other T-103s because of the NE-α strain

-It’s been noted that the prior mcdaddy Tyrant (T-002) (that all T-103s share DNA from) had a fatal flaw of reverting back to being more human after some weeks had past.

-T-103 Tyrants were mainly used as bodyguards. Hot  

-Tyrants must keep on their suppression clothing in order to hold back the growth of the T-virus.

-Tyrants of the T-103 series come in different variants! Wrinkly, smooth, different colors of tan to grey, and so on!

But with all the little bits of knowledge out of the way, I’d love to hear people develop their own head canons for these big boys <3 So far I tend to be a fan of:

-Being able to find other methods of holding back the T-virus growth without suppression clothing, such as: 1) other virus injections 2) medical patches (like a nicotine patch) 3) introduction to strong, less controlling parasite, and so on!

-A Tyrant may be able to revert back to being more human. Calmer, caring, and possibly speaking.. If he doesnt’t kill you :D

-Having to teach a Tyrant to speak or eat. ( I am a big ol’ fan of teaching them sign language just in case some of them never had their vocal cords developed.)

Nemesis has been known to absorb other T-virus BOWs for power, but we don’t know if they need consumption of nutrients to sustain life. T-virus restores dead cells but the body has to keep going somehow. T-103 were possibly over stuffed and let loose to die after its mission is complete like a moth after emerging from its cocoon to mate and end it’s cycle.

Add more or correct me on anything I have listed here! Then lets show off our boys in all their T-virus’y splendor!

[steeleidolon]

[ REQUEST ] : It was a luxury in and of itself that they had enough gil to nab two separate inn rooms instead of just one. Privacy was nice, as was having his own bed, his own space... his own shower, and some peace and quiet. Yet, none of those things were conducive to a good night's rest, not for Zack. He'd already sat awake on his bed for twenty minutes, on the brink of tears at his own frustration. Why couldn't he just fucking sleep, without the nightmares. It was weighing on him, and he was feeling the effects of sleep deprivation. Now, he had an option... or at least, he hoped he did. Kunsel was in the room just beside his, and Zack desperately needed a warm body next to his own in order to feel safe enough to shut down. So quietly, he slipped out of his room and quietly knocked on the door of his companion's, at no later than 2:00 in the morning. "Sorry... Kunsel? Can I come in...?" Was he even awake? Something told Zack he would be.

Toss and turn. Something’s wrong. Something’s off. Too quiet. Too loud. So many sounds all around. Enhanced senses can be a blessing and a curse. Sometimes it is easy enough to focus through - moving with purpose, a destination or goal in mind.

Sometimes it isn’t.

Settling timbers in an old building. Heating and cooling units, droning hums. Old wiring, old lights, the flicker of electricity through coiled tungsten like the flutter of moths’ wings. The tick of the clock. Creak of springs. Footsteps on the floors below. Footfalls outside. Someone out for a smoke break, or down on their luck looking to take in the air. 

Could be danger.

Could be nothing.

Zack is in the next room over. Two rooms seemed like a good idea at the time - privacy, blackout curtains, sharing the angled wall of the corner of the strange little inn in this strange no-name town, a space between places. Close enough, maybe. Far enough away. No worry of judging eyes or a concerned face or fretting.

ShinRa’s shadow was vast; there is no corner of the world it did not touch, and there are bounties on the resources the corporation once provided.

Perhaps SOLDIERs were resources too.

Paranoia. Kunsel moved the bed - frame and all - up against the wall rather than right beneath the window, head facing the door rather than the outside, clear line of sight on the entrance, the ensuite hall, the window with its closed curtains.

Toss and turn. Something’s not right. 

Wind outside. Tapping of rain. Crickets. Cicadas? A car rolls by. Squeaks to a stop. Turns around in the lot, drives back whence it came.

When was the last time he slept in a bed? He can’t recall. It feels like sinking into a lumpy marshmallow.

Up again. Another shower to scour sweat-blood-mako-metal-road grime away, to let the sounds of groaning pipes and falling water hammer into the back of his neck, between his shoulders. Cold too soon.

A shave, then.

...

Zack can hear the trimmer buzzing when he raps on the flimsy door. It would be so easy to just rip it off its hinges, tear it down like paper, just like the walls and the windows. Wood and plaster and single-pane glass are barely barriers to beings such as they, and yet.

Knock knock.

Kunsel has been standing there with the body of the razor braced against the side of his neck for a moment, letting the tiny motor hum, rattling into his jaw, his skull, occluding all else. Eyes at a lazy half-lid, focused on the glint of silver in the mirror, snap open. They were hazel once, a honey-brown flecked with green, but now they are as lambent teal as the heart of a reactor, and he hardly recognizes them in his own face.

But then his own face was his helmet for so long, what does it matter? 

Click, he toggles the trimmer off, sets it on the little porcelain sink. A quick tousle with the towel draped over his shoulders wipes away the fallen strands - he’s tidied his nape and side shaves, velvety and clean. The relentless curl of his forelock settles over his brow as he tosses the smaller terry into the provided hamper.

Voice. Zack. Asking. Apologizing. What? 

No time to don the sleep pants again. No thought to, either.

He answers the door bare-chested, a towel snagged low over his hips, a chain of tags around his neck. Five of them rest over his heart, where the furrows of massive taloned scars cross. 

“...uh, yeah, of course. C’mon.” 

Ushering inside, the only awkwardness he has to spare is a clear of throat. “Sorry for the mess.” 

For the evidence of an attempt to sleep on the floor and the moved bed, supply pack a barricade. For the weapons in plain sight, for the rearranged furniture.

For him. Maybe he's the mess.

[seriousissues]

Episode 138: Too Much Shakespeare

The Grant Morrison/Liam Sharp Green Lantern comic from Siobhan’s dreams has finally arrived, can it live up to the hype?!

Comics reviewed in this episode:

First Things First (1:36) Green Lantern #1 Marvel Knights #1 Star Wars: Han Solo Imperial Cadet #1 Outer Darkness #1 Auntie Agatha’s Home For Wayward Rabbits #1 The Wicked + The Divine: The Funnies #1 James Bond 007 #1 The Whispering Dark #1 The Empty Man #1 Image (27:24) Dead Rabbit #2 Farmhand #5 Crowded #4 Redlands #8 The Last Seige #6 Blackbird #2 The Walking Dead #185 Marvel (42:04) Infinity Wars #5 Runaways #15 Death of the Inhumans #5 Asgardians of the Galaxy #3 Doctor Strange #7 X-Men Red #9 X-23 #6 The Immortal Hulk #8 DC (1:00:05) Batman #58 Nightwing #52 Deathstroke #37 United States vs Murder Inc #3 Adventures of the Super Sons #4 Border Town #3 Other Publishers (1:14:24) Meet Me In The Pit #2 Fearscape #2 Moth & Whisper #3 Sparrowhawk #2 The Umbrella Academy: Hotel Oblivion #2

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Serious Issues is a weekly comic book review podcast, hosted by Andrew Levins and Siobhan Coombs at Kings Comics in Sydney.

Find every comic we review on the show at Kings Comics in Sydney or online at http://kingscomics.com

Get in touch with us to ask us a question or tell us to start reading something we’re missing out on. Email us at seriousissues@kingscomics.com or find us at facebook.com/seriousissuespodcast. If you like what you hear, please leave us a nice review on iTunes!

[aion-rsa]

Clarice Episode 6 Review: How Does It Feel to Be So Beautiful

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This Clarice review contains spoilers.

Clarice Episode 6

Clarice, episode 6, “How Does It Feel to Be So Beautiful,” opens in the aftermath of Clarice’s (Rebecca Breeds) nearly-lethal encounter with the recently deceased Marilyn Felker, and it brings her back to square one. The ViCAP agent is put on administrative leave, ordered to return to therapy, and given a last supper by the Attorney General, Ruth Martin (Jayne Atkinson). But it begins with a regressive hypnosis session that opens up a world of moth-eaten fantasia.

Agent Shaan Tripathi (Kal Penn) says Organized Crime believes in Dr. Renee Li (Grace Lynn Kung), who was recruited to plumb the depths of Clarice’s memories. The agent got sucker punched while attempting to escape from Dr. Felker’s personal intensive care unit, but doesn’t remember if she got a good look at the face of her attacker. Texas lawmakers are currently debating whether to ban courtroom evidence which comes from investigative hypnosis. For the ViCAP team, the jury is still out.

Deputy Assistant Attorney General Paul Krendler (Michael Cudlitz) opens the episode as the ultimate cynic (hypnosis doesn’t work, Clarice will never remember, she was pumped up to her eyeballs with narcotics), and closes it with personal obstinacy. He is a rubber band when it comes to the behavioral science specialist, and keeps snapping back to first impressions. He may say he’s on Clarice’s side, but appears incapable of seeing her as anything but a recurring rookie. Her best hope for recognition would be as a nemesis. She’d probably outflank him in open battle.

The repartee between the agents is improving. The sniper, Agent Esquivel (Lucca De Oliveira), offers to shoot Clarice to justify a two-week furlough; Agent Clark (Nick Sandow) riffs over his crushing concerns; and everyone calls Agent Shaan Tripathi (Kal Penn) “His Majesty.” This episode offers a significant personal insight into Tripathi, whose wife passed away of cancer and felt guilty for doing so. He is turning out to be the most well-rounded character in the ViCAP unit, possibly because of what Penn puts behind his eyes. We get a lot of information on Esquivel, and too much information on Krendler, but His Majesty makes due with far less.

The agents are becoming self-aware cynics, even as the layers get pulled away. Hypnotists, like Dr. Li, can make an onion taste like an apple with a butterfly induction, and the “River Murders” case is beginning to smell like Lockyer Labs. Big pharma has no conscience, and neither does Krendler’s much-endorsed divorce lawyer. The top cop on the block is sidelined for most of the investigation dealing with an alcoholic soon-to-be ex-wife who falls off the wagon and a fairly resourceful son. The ViCAP team tracks the ever-unfolding conspiracy, which is moving in the drama at a reasonably fast pace, frustratingly. The DNA sample from the man who attacked Clarice is either inconclusive or is too close to a file which has been wiped from the FBI database.

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TV

How Clarice Continues Agent Starling’s Story

By Gabriel Bergmoser

Movies

Silence of the Lambs: Anthony Hopkins Reveals His Real World Inspiration for Hannibal Lecter

By David Crow

Ardelia Mapp (Devyn Tyler), who runs tests on her off hours, is in a kind of limbo. She gets the most exposure on the series because she performs the most functions. Ardelia has to juggle being the main character’s best friend, the pioneering employee, and the ambitious cop all at the same time. Clarice is only dealing with post-trauma. She appears to be trying to kick cold turkey, because, as Ruth Martin hints, there’s nothing more frustrating than a PTSD junkie.

The dinner sequence is more uncomfortable than a Thanksgiving gathering during the Trump administration. The oppressive atmosphere of the mansion and the eerie music curdle the stomach long before Ruth bites down on the very first words to come out of her daughter Catherine’s (Marnee Carpenter) mouth. It’s no wonder the serial killer’s lone survivor starts eating vanilla yogurt like baby food at the table. Buffalo Bill’s dog Precious is the only tame animal in the house. The attorney general launches a full-frontal offensive, Catherine tops from the bottom of a cavernous pit, and Clarice puts the leftovers in a bag to play with when she gets home. The brandy is good, though.

Rebecca Breeds isn’t given much room to be coy in this performance. Clarice wears every emotion like it is the centerpiece of her ensemble, business attire or casual. She lets out audible sighs of relief in the very face of the people she’s dealing with. Clarice rolls her eyes, glares, and scoffs so visibly most people would blush embarrassedly and try to dart out of a room she’s in. The camera makes sure every twitch, snort and hair flip are telegraphed.

Catherine’s drawings are considerably dark, but her alpaca knitting is even more disturbing. It’s ironic, she says, but she loved sewing before Buffalo Bill started flaying victims for outerwear. Catherine gives Clarice more than just a scarf to keep her warm. She gives her back her memories to chill her at night and prepare her for the hypnotist’s final plunge.

“How Does It Feel to Be So Beautiful” is uncomfortable viewing, which works well against the hypnotic bookends of the episode. The memory of the events are murkier than they play out. The episode also benefits from having three distinct stories running on an almost independent basis. The last scene warns us they will all collide.

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Clarice airs Thursdays at 10:00 p.m. on CBS.

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I think this may help you understand why this planet is scientifically,

environmentally, politically and religiously a disaster.

Several years ago after leaving the armed services I was abducted by Grey

3-6th dimension that are working with Reptilian's, "The Federation". The

Federation is, "a non human NATO type organization", of Greys , Reptilian,

Insectoid, Moth men, (recessive beings like the ones in the movies...mostly

violent and self distrurctive. There are about 42 different type species

of military males in various bases in the United States). Some of the

reptilian bases are in the USA AZ, NM and in the Middle East. You can find

more information on these Orion beings and non earth, non humans discussed in

thousands of contact books, and thousands of Internet sites, (I'm not the

only one who has been abducted). These humanoid beings lie, and manipulate

you until the point of near mental and physical breaking.

The visiting ETs force you into daily decisions that you do not like nor want

to do, by mind and body control using brain MHz control (master manipulators,

even at the point they are abducting and you can not think , i.e.. for your

own good they say). You struggle on a daily basis, they will manipulate

you into buying things you do not need, relationships which are abusive, jobs

you are not wanting, and into alcohol, sex drugs, food, and other abuses for

years, mainly in the name of god mind control by a**Goda**. A case in point

is Los Angles where many succumb through spirituality, religions, dark

recessive behaviors all controlled by the federation. The free will

violations are severe for many who understand and see how these ET societies

control many people.

These Reptilian hybrids and Greys are working with a type of 5th & 6th

dimension Ascended Brotherhood, "communally minded" hive mind society sub

space beings (frequency energy space society beings) controlling many "false"

religions and non human type religious belief systems. Why? A. for

control, so that humans do not go into space to find their ET non human ET

bases, cities and ships. B. Because of our SOULS, this is very complicated

to understand we have a "soul", the soul is a *****[frequency atomic

particle electric formation] that is part of us, but according to all legends

and some modern technology the soul can be taken with the use of high

frequency high voltage technology. The soul is a vestige of our "genetic

pasta** that was a piece in much the same way our reptilian lower brain is,

of another space ET race. There are several types of ET's that can remove

this frequency part of your body, Reptilian, Grey (FALLEN ANGLES "Devils"),

steal it and use it for longevity, for frequency energy, and for their own

race studies just like some ETs do with our DNA ovum and sperm (abduction).

Thousands of very well documented cases around the world. People choose to

ignore this because it sounds far off, this type of information is found in

thousands of mythology and factual alien abduction accounts, my account, and

in all religious texts. C. For DNA, and because DNA is a resource, life

for them, as is the soul and in many real medical ways!

The Federation, White brotherhood, Reptilian's, Grays (Fallen Angles),

Ascended Masters, Ashatar, Midwayers, Draco's, Draconian's, Raelians all of

these ET recessive demonic and dogmatic societies recruit people aggressively

from dark religions; The Art of Living, the illuminati, Jesus demonic cults,

Scientology, Raelians, Cults in general, Islamic Religions, Voodoo and

African Botanic cults and many more religions, too numerous to list, they

choose and influence people like puppets and then some, to govern us! The

Greys are some of the most hive minded and dogmatic of the societies

interacting with the earth and near space i.e. Mars!

This is important... Religion is a legend, *some are factual most are not*, a

construct written by various non human inter dimensional recessive dogmatic

ET races and by some not so well educated semi-primitive humans, it is very

misleading and troublesome. Religion does not help us solve our problems of

global warming, cancers, defense against recessive ET's, economy...instead

religion focuses on a construct which is incoherent. Jesus and god will

help,* neither can be further from the truth (the bible, Koran, Buddha Vedic

texts etc. are full of wars initiated by; ET type "gods"** non human ET"S

never helping but instead killing humans, WWII greys w/ Nazis. The earth is

in the worst condition ever as is the human race. Read the newspapers....and

neither Jesus, god nor Buddha is helping us. The churches are filled with

pedophile, (Catholic and Christian churches i.e. USA arch diocese settling

for billions of dollars and others, Evangelist Tony Alamo for raping young

girls (in the news), "THE LORD IS IN CHARGE" mind control etc. Ex-cons, dumb

human beings mind controlled people fill our religious and spiritual

organizations. Social studies, social support and human directed

initiatives are a need, and we are being blinded my mind controlling ET"S.

Many people who study history in detail will read about how the church

enslaved many cultures to kill, rape, torture and tap into banking and

world currencies. The Spaniards (grey ETs managed) in the holy conquistador

wars, the Israeli zealots against their neighboring humans, and the Nazi

(Grey) occult war of WWII, the Mormon cults (influenced by recessive greys)

hurting, raping under age girls and on and on. The majority of religious

people are good, they just do not understand and many will not listen to the

history in their own bibles, the Vatican, and teachings who all speak of

extra-terrestrials and human strife war and control. Many choose to believe

god is good, study the bible killings, war, human suffering, rapes,

destruction this is crazy stuff!

I was taken to the "Federation" caves by partial physical barely visible in

our spectrum..beings. I used infrared/spectrum lenses goggles to see them (

to detect different light frequency ETs), including a type of sub-space

being, as the attacks went on I compensated as much as I could. Regressive

Sub-Space Beings working with Greys, called the White Brotherhood are the

culprits. After my life threatening experiences of many years I learned from

the Greys themselves buy watching and studying as I was being pulled, (they

abducted me for sperm surgical removal, as they do with women's eggs all

around the world). This is what I know to be true: WE AND OUR CHILDREN MUST

BEGAIN TO ARM AND DEFEND OURSELVES AGAINST THESE BEINGS, PRAYING, RELIGIONS

AND AFRICAN VODOO ARE NOT REAL, AND SOME WHO TRY TO PRAY, IN A CRISES, TO

GOD ARE GOING TO KEEP GETTING CONTROLLED!

If you are religious why would, if god did exist harm the pontiff? Hurt

the popes by giving them parkinsonism, harm them with neurological disorders

and knock them down and fracture their arms as was done with the current

pope...these are harmful violent extra terrestrials !!

1). All extra-terrestrials are physical carbon based, silicon based,

molecular based beings, atomic frequency based (ALL), including the ones who

use magnetic field technology to cloak themselves, to travel, and as weapons

and to appear as a human. Many of the non human ET's live for 100's of years,

some sub space C=H types live for thousands of years. Many sub space

(frequency energy beings) and many space beings are capable of low MHz

telepathy 3-19 MHz and more importantly of astral body take over (soul

frequency intrusion), seen on many movies as a form of possession or

a**demonic slavery", having various levels of free will, to no free will at

all, some religious leaders are seen as having little to no movement and

lethargic speech they are in a controlled state of living! This state of

being, who some believe can be resolved with exorcism or removing the

controlling soul frequency, is associated with constant pains, muscle

spasms, body manipulations and mind control... Tazer or mild electric shocks

may force the invaders control away, RF and microwaves also have an effect,

red light therapy also works after many months. Battling these demonic ETs

is very difficult, you need brain MHz, (thinking frequency consciousness

protection) protection discussed below. a**Ghostsa** or ET beings are at a

different MHz then human beings, often they make noises to get our attention,

we do not see them at these invisible to the naked eye frequencies use

infrared and other goggles.

To clarify the a**soula**,a** frequency atomic and sub atomic

energiesa**..... The planet is processed in various energy frequency fields

measured in MHz (consciousness). We think in MHz energy, watch T.V. in MHz,

listen to music, video, Speak in MHz and live in MHz thus we are controlled

and are MHz energy too. So some very intelligent people see and believe in

ghosts, elementals, space soul beings, ETs etc. Some people get cold in

some areas or when some soul beings are around, these space MHz atomic beings

a**steala**, take your energy. Another way to understand this is, how many

times do you eat per day and why? The food is converted into energy and

heat, when you encounter a** a ghosta** [ soul frequency being], it feeds

off your energy!! Millions of people do not sleep well, get headaches,

can not concentrate...they are bathed in frequencies from hundreds of

sources, the soul, brain and body never rest. Shield yourself!

Bringers of the Dawn: a**Some entities, in the process of their own

evolution, began to discover that as they created life and put consciousness

into things through modulating the frequencies of forms of consciousness,

they could feed themselves; they could keep themselves in charge. They began

to Figure out that this is how Prime Creator nourished itself. Prime Creator

sends out others to create an electromagnetic frequency of consciousness as a

food source for itself.

The new owners of this planet had a different appetite and different

preferences than the former owners. They nourished themselves with chaos and

fear. These things fed them, stimulated them, and kept them in power. a**

Barbara Marciniak, Bringers of the Dawn. Human beings are a trapped and

stable MHz frequency being...

The Reptiliana**s (1995) are coming back to raid you again because they

don't want to starve,"the federation frequency maywaresa**. They understand

that there is "systems busting" going on through you (Pleiadian) , so they

are here to create greater havoc and fear, to fight once again for this

territory. Their food source is important to them. They are losing control

of the planet, so they are going back to their prime portal in the Middle

East through war, where their nest is located underneath the ground

(Reptilian), to create fear and chaos.....

Barbara Marciniak 1995.

The weapons I have seen people subjected too are: Mind control, frequency

signal control i.e. "the tower of babble", around the world the transmitters

are hidden in caves, and beamed in by Grey satellite. This weapon seen by

myself is difficult to describe it is a multi layer mist like carpet which

contains both chemical and magnetic frequency structures in it. This plasma

mist weapon is launched from the UFO and has electrical MHz stinging

properties to it, I noticed that high intensity fire collapses the mist

field. It has been shown by some **Crop Circle researchers that some crop

circles have similar frequency field misting technology.

Some of the "orbs", glowing ones seen are either weapons with lasers or

frequency attack projections or are recording your brains thoughts 5-80 MHz

and sending the

info. to the reptilian greys... We humans desperately need better more

advanced detection in the areas of detecting magnetic crafts in our

atmosphere ( non USA saucers), frequency control detection, field

technologies, laser detection and better weapons, better armed military, guns

do not work against some space midwayer frequency beings! High energy

chemical lasers do, **RF lasers do, some stable plasmon technologies work.

Some of these technologies can be detected with Geiger counters, and

magnetic field detectors sold "on line", directional is preferred..also

passive radar detecting magnetic changes in our atmosphere and around our

homes find the electrical devices on them, and around them in their nearby

craft. **For your homes and cars..some of the Grey and reptilian devices can

be disrupted by MHz frequency devices built at home, someone could make a

small fortune selling better portable particle, frequency, and wave detection

and disruption devices for our pockets. ** High voltage tazer weapons work

very well. Hand held powerful battery operated magnets, in close proximity

can interfere with grey technologies, the size of a cell phone, need to be

mass marketed for our protection. Magnetic shielding paint can shield a room

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TITLE • PERFORMING ARTIST • ALBUM • AIRTIME

Episode 01

Twilight • Delerium • KARMA • 22:00

Fifty Years • Harmony • HARMONY • 22:07

In Winter Still • Dot Allison • AFTERGLOW • 22:12

The Scissorhands Suite • Danny Elfman • EDWARD SCISSORHANDS SOUNDTRACK • 22:16

Crying • Julian Lage • LOVE HURTS • 22:23

This Blue World • Elbow • THE TAKE OFF AND LANDING • 22:28

Y. Tiersen: Valse d'Amelie • L. Meijer • VOYAGE • 22:35

Duet For the Thew • Geoff Hawryluk • JUST CALL IT GUITAR • 22:39

Untitled 1 • Sigur Ros • ( ) • 22:42

P. Vasks: Balta Ainava • Vanessa Wagner • INLAND • 22:49

Episode 02

In a Beautiful Place Out In the Country • Boards of Canada • IN A BEAUTIFUL PLACE... • 23:00

Across the Universe • Laibach • LET IT BE • 23:06

R. Hrynkiw: Elegie • Roman Hrynkiw • THE BANDURA • 23:10

Afternoon Sister • Air • THE VIRGIN SUICIDES SOUNDTRACK • 23:13

Reminder • Moderat • REMINDER EP • 23:16

Adore • Savages • ADORE LIFE • 23:20 **

Distant Sky • Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds • SKELETON TREE • 23:24

D Minor Blues • Danko; Helm; Breau • HALLMARK SESSIONS • 23:31

Comme Moi • Edit Piaf • ANTHOLOGIE • 23:35

In a Glade • Milla Jovovich • THE DIVINE COMEDY • 23:39

Deep Blue Day • Brian Eno • APOLLO • 23:41

Trails and Trials • Noveller • A PINK SUNSET FOR NO ONE • 23:45

Cold Love • R. C. • EARLY WORKS • 23:50

Episode 03

It's Raining Today • Scott Walker • SCOTT 3 • 22:00

Moonlight Tears of Unicorn • Masayoshi Fujita • APOLOGUES • 22:04

Progression • Ocoeur • REVERSED • 22:15

The Sea In Between • Nano Uribe • THE SEA IN BETWEEN • 22:21

Time On • Lanois-Deluca • GOODBYE TO LANGUAGE • 22:26

Silk Around the Marrow • Dagger Moth • SILK AROUND THE MARROW • 22:31

J.B. Krumpholz: Flute & Harp Sonata • S. Kudo; N. Yoshino • DUOS FOR FLUTE & HARP • 22:37

One Step Flat • Birch Barks • RED THREAD • 22:49

Daydreams in Low Fidelity • Halftribe • DAYDREAMS IN LOW FIDELITY • 22:54

Episode 04

In the Wee Small Hours • Frank Sinatra • IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS • 23:00

J. Cage: In a Landscape • Murcof x Wagner • STATEA • 23:03

P. Tchaikovsky: Valse Sentimentale • Clara Rockmore • OHM - EARLY ELECTRONIC MUSIC • 23:14

Round Midnight • Joe Pass • VIRTUOSO • 23:17 **

Memories • The Burning Hell & Katie Baggs • THE BARD OF MONTREAL • 23:21 **

Couple in a Cafe • Mikael Tariverdiev • SEVENTEEN MOMENTS IN SPRING • 23:25

A. Dvorak: Song To the Moon • Claire Jones • CLAIRE JONES • 23:30

A Poem For Byzantium • B. Leeb; J. Stevens • POEM • 23:36

Drive • Marissa Nadler • JULY • 23:42

Lille (live) • Lisa Hannigan • LIVE AT EFMF 2013 • 23:47

Watermelon in Easter Hay • Frank Zappa • JOE'S GARAGE • 23:51

Episode 05

Shallow Brown • Smoke Fairies & Richard Hawley • FALSE LIGHTS FROM THE LAND • 22:00

B. Smetana: The Moldau • Valerie Milot • AQUARELLES • 22:04

Ljuby • Marenych Trio • MARENYCH TRIO SINGS • 22:14

Łyßqi (Whisky) • Van der Zyl • EARLY WORKS • 22:19

Pas Divant • Mireille Moquin • AUREVOIR PRINCESSE • 22:23

He's Wearing My Bathrobe • Don Was • BACKBEAT SCORE • 22:27

Famous Blue Raincoat • Marissa Nadler • SONGS III • 22:31

Restless Spheres • Blue States • RESTLESS SPHERES • 22:35

La Forme + Regeneration (edit) • Kraftwerk • TOUR DE FRANCE SOUNDTRACKS • 22:39

E. Satie: 3 Gymnopedies • David Jalbert • LE COMBLE DE LA DISTINCTION • 22:48

Episode 06

You Noticed • Nels Cline • LOVERS • 23:00

Aurora • Bjork • VESPERTINE • 23:04

Cafe Martinique • John Barry • THUNDERBALL SOUNDTRACK • 23:09

The Warmth Of The Sun • Friends Of Dean Martinez • RETROGRADE • 23:13

Don't Do Anything I Wouldn't Do • Angelo Badalamenti • TWIN PEAKS: FWWM SOUNDTRACK • 23:18

Sychamore Trees • Little Jimmy Scott • TWIN PEAKS: FWWM SOUNDTRACK • 23:25

The Voice of Love • Julee Cruise • THE VOICE OF LOVE • 23:29

Eulogy, End of the World • Evergreen • WHOLE • 23:33

Gypsy Lament • Jim Findlay & Mingmei Xu • I SEE • 23:38

Far From Any Road • Comaduster • FAR FROM ANY ROAD • 23:42

M. Armanini: Madrigal Song & Dance • Heidi Krutzen • NEW WORKS FOR FLUTE & HARP • 23:47

Youth in the Mud • Samuel Edmund • MAKE NOISE SHARED SYSTEM • 23:54

Episode 07

Apocalypse • Cigarettes After Sex • CIGARETTES AFTER SEX • 22:00

Faraway Car Rides • Twin Within • HORIZONTAL RIDES • 22:05

Ron Carter • Bill Frisell • MUSIC IS • 22:10

Slow Show • Coeur de Pirate • TRAUMA • 22:15

The Ballad of Hollis Brown • David Lynch • THE BIG DREAM • 22:19

The Straight Story Suite • Angelo Badalamenti • THE STRAIGHT STORY SOUNDTRACK • 22:24

Did I Imagine You? • Dot Allison • AFTERGLOW • 22:30

Dream Unit • Birch Barks • RED THREAD • 22:36

Leave Your Body Behind You (live) • Richard Hawley • LIVE AT THE DEVIL'S ARSE • 22:42

Metamorphosis 2 • Murcof x Wagner • STATEA • 22:50

Episode 08

Into the Night • Julee Cruise • FLOATING INTO NIGHT • 23:00

Lenny's Mode • Lenny Breau • CABIN FEVER • 23:05

Canon-Minuet • Mark Mothersbaugh • THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS SOUNDTRACK • 23:12

Angie • Lassigue Bendthaus • POP ARTIFICIALE • 23:20

Exploding (Extended) • Jim James • REGIONS OF LIGHT... • 23:24

Space Song • Beach House • DEPRESSION CHERRY • 23:29

Your Cheatin' Heart • Roy Clark & Joe Pass • PLAY HANK WILLIAMS • 23:34

Track 1 • Matt + Geoff • (=) • 23:39

Later That Night • Daniel Lanois • GOODBYE TO LANGUAGE • 23:47

Psyche • Octoclops • LIVE AT THE GRIND • 23:52

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These first eight episodes originally aired during the week of 2020 March 09-13.

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Effective Coverage: 1,200 To 1500 square feet 1 unit

Power: 6-8 Watts

The Ultrasonic Pest Repeller by TATERO is here to make your dream house pest-free effectively and effortlessly!

WIDE COVERAGE AREA

ADTALA pest reject is effective for an area up to 1,200 To 1500 square feet. So no worry your room is too big to cover

SAFE & NON-INVASIVE

When you have a trap set up, it is important to steer clear of that area to entice the pest and prevent people from getting hurt. Setting up a pest trap can be quite a challenge for people with children or pets. This won’t be a problem if you use our plug-in pest repeller. You don’t need to childproof it, and you can install it in any electric outlet that is not accessible to your children or pets. Sound waves can reach 200 square meters from where it is connected.

MULTIPLE APPLICATIONS

Plugging it at anywhere there are pest activities like apartment ,warehouse , office , restaurant ,school,garage ,barn etc.

⚡No Chemicals, Poisons or Traps: Ultrasonic mouse repellers work by producing tones which are inaudible to the human ear, but unbearable to mice and rats. You no longer have to worry about a child putting their hand in a trap or touching any poison. Ultrasonic mouse repellers won’t hurt you, your dog, cat, or most other household pets. ⚡EASY AND CONVENIENT TO USE: Simply plug the mice repellent into the electrical outlet, then the electronic pest repellent will start to drive pests out for good. Please install the pest repeller near the areas where the rat or pests might visit. 10-30 inches above from the ground is recommended for crawling pest, while higher for flying pest. ⚡LARGE COVERAGE AREA &LONG LIFE : Density Collection pest reject is effective for an area up to 800~1200 Square Feet. Though the pest repeller works very well, but we recommend placing those sonic repellent in every room! Further, one rodent repellent can last for a couple of years, saving you hundreds of dollars in paying for exterminating pest control service. ⚡[KEEP HUMANS & PESTS SAFE]: The ultrasonic pest repellent is only audible to pests such as mice. Humans and pets won’t hear anything, and no harm to pregnant women and children. But if you keep hamster as a pet in your home, please do not use.

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@moth-unit-00 sorry for getting to this so late! it was a fun build with a lot of great detail, especially since i really like the design of the synduality mechs despite the show being dogshit. it was incredibly decal-intensive though, with all the little cyberpunk and techwear-esque details getting their own stickers that really tested my tweezering skills (at least they weren’t waterslide). it doesn use the soft plastic joints most gundam kits have to enhance posing which is a pretty big oversight imo, and its a kit that i ended up using glue on despite it not calling for it, just so i could get pieces to stay exactly where i wanted them. all in all though, i think its aesthetics are so fun that its worth picking up if you like it. it was an enjoyable build and i love seeing it on my shelf

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