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oldstonedjenny · 5 years ago

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For the killer queen always wanting more. The lioness licking her chops of the blood of her enemies. When all you see is enemies, you have to hold onto your pride. For hair grows back. A Cersei Lannister playlist.

Link in the picture.

Playlist

Apex Predator - Barret Wilbert Weed //

Like a lioness Only with less fur Do not mess with her She’s the apex predator

Oops!...I Did It Again - Britney Spears //

Oops!... I did it again I played with your heart Got lost in the game Oh, baby, baby Oops, you think I'm in love That I'm sent from above I'm not that innocent

Evil Woman - Electric Light Orchestra //

Hey woman, you got the blues 'Cause you ain't got no one else to use There's an open road that leads nowhere So just make some miles between here and there There's a hole in my head where the rain comes in You took my body and played to win Ha, ha, woman, it's a cryin' shame But you ain't got nobody else to blame

Devil Woman - Cliff Richard //

I drank the potion she offered me I found myself on the floor Then I looked in those big green eyes And I wondered what I came there for

Maneater - Daryl Hall & John Oates //

I wouldn't if I were you I know what she can do She's deadly, man She could really rip your world apart Mind over matter Ooh, the beauty is there but a beast is in the heart

bad guy - Billie Eilish //

I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy

you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish //

You should see me in a crown Your silence is my favorite sound Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one One by one by one

Primadonna - Marina and The Diamonds //

Primadonna girl, yeah All I ever wanted was the world I can't help that I need it all The primadonna life, the rise and fall You say that I'm kinda difficult But it's always someone else's fault

Power & Control - Marina and The Diamonds //

Women and men, we are the same But love will always be a game We give and take a little more Eternal game of tug and war

Hot N Cold - Katy Perry //

We used to be just like twins, so in sync The same energy, now's a dead battery Used to laugh (Used to laugh) 'bout nothing ('Bout nothing) Now you're plain (Now you're plain) boring (Boring) I should know (I should know) that you're not gonna change

Blank Space - Taylor Swift //

So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over, mm If the high was worth the pain Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane 'Cause you know I love the players And you love the game

Fancy - Iggy Azalea //

I'm so fancy, you already know I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold? Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh

Glamorous - Fergie ft. Ludacris //

(If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home, you say it!) My daddy told me so ("If you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home!") He let his daughter know (He said, if you ain't got no money, take yo' broke ass home, you say it!)

You’ll be Back - Jonathan Groff //

You’ll be back, soon you’ll see You’ll remember you belong to me You’ll be back, time will tell You’ll remember that I served you well Oceans rise, empires fall We have seen each other through it all And when push comes to shove I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love!

Black Widow - Iggy Azalea ft. Rita Orta //

You used to be thirsty for me But now you wanna be set free This is the web, web that you weave So baby now rest in peace (It's all over with now)

Death by Diamonds and Pearls - Band of Skulls //

You got your figure all nice But your heart stays colder than ice You got 25 grand on the bubble And you're the one telling me that you don't think you're in trouble

Hope in the Air - Laura Marling //

There's hope in the air There's hope in the water But sadly not me Your last serving daughter

Mordred’s Lullaby - Heather Dale //

Guileless son, each day you grow older Each moment I'm watching my vengeance unfold For the child of my body, the flesh of my soul Will die in returning the birthright he stole

Cold As It Gets - Patty Griffin //

I know a cold as cold as it gets I fight a war I may never see won I live only to see you live to regret Everything that you've done

My Medea - Vienna Teng //

For I have made her prison be Her every step away from me And this child I would destroy If you tried to set her free

King Nothing - Metallica //

Then it all crashes down And you break your crown And you point your finger But there's no one around Just want one thing Just to play the king But the castle crumbled And you're left with just a name Where's your crown, King Nothing?

Power - Kanye West //

Thinking no one man should have all that power The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the powder 'Til then, fuck that, the world’s ours

Emperor’s New Clothes - Panic! At The Disco //

I'm taking back the crown I'm all dressed up and naked I see what's mine and take it (Finders keepers, losers weepers), oh yeah The crown, so close, I can taste it I see what's mine and take it

King Of The World - Porcelain and The Tramps //

My pain-filled drama queen Is always creeping at your back Getting ready to buy you out 'Cause we all know What goes around comes around You shoulda known what I was all about Do not test me

Killer Queen - Queen //

She keeps a Moët et Chandon in her pretty cabinet Let them eat cake she says, just like Marie Antoinette A built-in remedy for Khrushchev and Kennedy (Ooh, ooh) At anytime an invitation, you can't decline (Ooh, ooh)

Bitch - The Plastiscines //

I’m a Bitch, in disguise

I’m a Bitch, who never hides

I’m a Bitch, did you realize?

I’m a Bitch, every time

God Save the Queen - Sex Pistols //

God save the queen The fascist regime They made you a moron Potential H-bomb God save the queen She ain't no human being

Fire Meet Gasoline - Sia //

So come on now Strike the match Strike the match now A perfect match Perfect, somehow We were meant for one another Come a little closer

Burn It Up - The Offspring //

Tonight this hood will be a pyre I'm going to set your house on fire I'll dance around the pretty flames

Such a wonderful game!

GRRRLS - AVIVA //

I can't fake it, I'll just make it on my own (on my own) I can't blame them, I'll just maim them on my throne (on my throne) I can't fake it, I'll just make it on my own (on my own) I can't blame them, I've just got to get to my throne

Monster - Kanye West //

Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster

Kingdom of One - Maren Morris //

All you can give, all you can bear Look to your heart, but nothing is there When nothing is sacred, no one is safe

Hollow Crown - Ellie Goulding //

You know you’re fighting in a losing battle Making a noose out of your hollow crown I hold a match up to your paper castle And watch it all burn down, down, down

The Ballad of Sara Berry - 35 MM //

You taste the silver, Sara! You taste the crown You thirst for blood from the roses in hand Whoa, you spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance As they crown you Queen of High School Land

#game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #cersei lannister #house lannister #music #fanmix #my post

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dreamingofmaidensandmonsters · 5 years ago

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Mordred’s Lullaby

Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep And carry you down into sleep Child, the darkness will rise from the deep And carry you down into sleep

Guileless son, I'll shape your belief And you'll always know that your father's a thief And you won't understand the cause of your grief But you'll always follow the voices beneath

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty only to me

Guileless son, your spirit will hate her The flower who married my brother the traitor And you will expose his puppeteer behavior For you are the proof of how he betrayed her loyalty

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty only to me

Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep And carry you down into sleep Child, the darkness will rise from the deep And carry you down into sleep

Guileless son, each day you grow older Each moment I'm watching my vengeance unfold For the child of my body, the flesh of my soul Will die in returning the birthright he stole

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty only to me

Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep And carry you down into sleep Child, the darkness will rise from the deep And carry you down into sleep

Mordred’s Lullaby by Heather Dale.

#music #mordred #lyrics #best cursed goth son #king arthur #arthurian legend #morgause

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flower-angel · 6 years ago

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Endless Madness part 3

Characters will be refer as is below:

Fell! Reaper= Grim

Fell! Goth= Cupcake or Lotus

Dark Tempest= Tempest or DT.

Fell!Goth belongs to @nekophy

Fell!Reaper belongs to @nateeew

Dark Tempest belongs to @flower-angel/@lovephantomsnow

Original Reaper belongs to @renrink

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (here)

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“PLEASE! I WON’T DO IT AGAIN! I-!”

Before they could finish their pleading, they were silent by a swing of a scythe.

“Well done Tempest, but your swing was sloppy there.” Grim commented.

“Yours will be too, if you were carrying Cupcake.” Dark Tempest pointed to a sleeping Lotus, who was attach to her by a baby carrier sling.

“Excuses, excuses~. Anyway, we need about 20 more souls and then we’re done.” Grim said as he started to walk to their next victim.

“I’ll like to see you do your flawless moves well carrying a baby! And what the hell did you do to him? He should be screaming our hearing out, not sleeping like a perfect angel!” She finally snapped that her father.

She was about to give her father a piece of her mind, only to halt. Grim was looking at her with a blank expression. That blank expression meant one of three things; she’s going to have a B A D T I M E, she’s going to die today, or she’s going to spend some time in purgatory.

Just thinking about either punishment, brought her to tear. She forgot about her surrounding, as memories started to resurface. Memories she wish she could forget.

-Flash back-

“Okay Tempest, I want you to reap that human right there.” Grim pointed to a massive monkey who looks like they could snap her in half, without effort.

“Dad…can I have that one…the one his going to kill next?...” Dark Tempest begged her father, as she observed her original target. She tried not to flinch as they butcher a smaller human male without mercy.

“Nonsense. Your 7-years-old and you have total control of your powers now.” Grim said.

“Dad, as much as I want to have my first reaping…don’t you think that this is a bit too advance for me? Maybe I could reap the victim’s souls…to get an idea of how it feels and stuff?” Dark Tempest was starting to lose her composure, as fear was slowly starting to take over.

“Mm…Well this is your actual first reaping…Ah, what the hell, reap all their souls.” Grim patted her head before he pushed her to the damn souls that needed reaping.

She was nerves at first, but as she got close to the suffering souls, she got over it. The psychopath’s victim’s soul practically run up to her and begged her to give them peace. She summoned her scythe and gave them peace, one by one. All that was left was the murder himself. His time was running out, as it looks like his last victim will be the one to kill him.

The psycho had been enjoying the man’s scream of pain and mercy, until his victim started to sprout some nonsense. One of the comments had sparked something in him, leading to a rant and careless mistake of releasing his victim from his restrain. It all came to an end where the victim had stabbed the derange man with his prize weapon, and ran away.

“Your time to shine sweetie~!” Grim cheered in the background as Dark Tempest walked up to the damned soul.

“Who the hell are you?!”

“…” Dark Tempest didn’t reply. She only lifted her scythe and prepared to reap his soul.

“YOU’RE THE GRIM REAPER?! YOU’RE JUST A FUCKING GIRL!” The man said in disbelieve.

His comment and reaction to the young reaper in training had made Grim laugh hysterically, getting the attention of both his daughter and the human. “YOU’RE MOCKING ME?! AM I NOT WORTH YOUR FUCKING TIME, YOU BASTARD?! I’LL SHOW YOU, I’LL SHOW EVERYONE THAT NO ONE MAKES A FOOL OUT OF ME!” The human then tackled Dark Tempest to the ground and tried to take her scythe away.

She didn’t let go of her scythe and tried to kick him off, the best she could. She got lucky and landed a strong hit on his solar plexus, but the force made her scythe slide to the other side of the building. She ran to retrieve her scythe, but was tackled to the ground. The damned soul no longer had his focus on the scythe, but on the child, who was giving him a decent fight. Eventually, the older male had pin the young reaper to the ground and started to choke her to death.

“How does it feel to be on the receiving end of the stick?! Not so tough now, huh, girl?” The derange man screech.

“Funny, I was just think of the same thing. How did it feel to have someone, inferior to you, end your pathetic life? How embarrassing!” She didn’t mean to add salt to the wound, but she was scared and it was part of her defense mechanism.

She could feel her life slowly draining away. She didn’t want to die, she knew her limits. Thus, coming to a solution, she had to reap the human’s soul by singing or that least hope that it will stop them from choking her.

“Hush, child

The darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

Child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep”

The humans grip on her lessening, as he was slowly slipping into a deadly trace.

“Guileless son,

I'll shape your belief

And you'll always know that your father's a thief

And you won't understand the cause of your grief

But you'll always follow the voices beneath

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty,

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty only to me”

He was now under the influence of her song and slowly started to age.

“Guileless son,

Your spirit will hate her

The flower who married my brother the traitor

And you will expose his puppeteer behavior

For you are the proof of how he betrayed her loyalty

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty,

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty only to me”

She got out of his hold and went to retrieve her weapon, still singing her deadly song.

“Hush, child

The darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

Child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep”

Dark Tempest was now in front of an old man, who looked like he had neglected himself of enjoying life. What with his dead eyes and his hunching form.

“Guileless son,

Each day you grow older

Each moment I'm watching my vengeance unfold

For the child of my body, the flesh of my soul

Will die in returning the birthright he stole

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty,

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty only to me”

Out of nowhere, Dark Tempest felt an unknown rage over take her. She wanted the man to suffer, just like his victims, she wanted revenge.

“Hush, child

The darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

Child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep”

With the ending of the song, she brought a rage of hits with the end of her scythe. Screams of pure agony could be hear, until she gave the final fatal slash. Her snow white dress was now covered in a crimson dye, as she tried to regain her breathing and emotions.

“That’s my little girl! However, there were grave mistakes made in your reaping. Let me show you what happens when someone makes those errors.” That was all she hear before she saw her father’s blank expression and was pushed into a portal. Landing in purgatory.

-End of flash back-

Dark Tempest lost touch with reality and started to do slash out at everyone and everything. Only to be stop by a brutal blow to the back of her head.

To be continue…

#underfell #undertale #afterdeath child #fell!afterdeath child #dark tempest #fell!reaper #fell!goth #endless madness #part 3

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hitchell-mope · 3 years ago

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Morgana’s lullaby by Morgana

(She hums for a bit)

Morgana: Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

Child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

Guileless girl, I'll shape your belief

And you'll always know that your mother’s a thief

And you won't understand the cause of your grief

But you'll always follow the voices beneath

Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty

Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty only to me

Guileless girl, your spirit will hate her

The “flower” who married your father the traitor

And you will expose her puppeteer behaviour

For you are the proof of how he betrayed my loyalty

Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty

Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty only to me

(Three years later. Morgana’s cradling and soothing a now eight year old Uma after the shrimp incident)

Morgana: Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

Child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty

Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty only to me

(Eight and a half years later. Morgana’s outside the restaurant watching a now turquoise haired Uma lead her pirate crew in one of their patented routines)

Morgana: Guileless girl, each day you grow older

Each moment I'm watching my vengeance unfold

The child of her body, the flesh of his soul

Will die in returning the birthright they stole

Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty

Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty only to me

(Two days later. Morgana watches as the Lost Revenge fights and loses against Ben’s rescue group)

Morgana: Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

Child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty

Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty only to me

#disney descendants #morgana little mermaid #maya rudolph #zendaya!mal #jukebox musical #tw manipulation

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selkiesstories · 4 years ago

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@malenamoonlight tough question. Historicity aside because “Vikings” definitely leans heavily towards the ’based on’ instead of ‘actual events’-

Bjorn- I was more frustrated than anything because I really liked early seasons Bjorn and then all I wanted to do was shake him as time went on. Ivar-I found Ivar to be a tragic character; his life was a tragedy, and his death was a tragedy. For whoever needs to hear this: being ambitious and wanting to fit in isn’t evil, it’s entirely human and just fine as long as you don’t hurt others on the way. Ivar could have been apprenticed with the blacksmith and become a legendary craftsman, but Ragnar just had to have his way. Ubbe & Hvitserk- they got out and good for them. No one in either of their new communities thinks much if anything of Ragnar, so I hope they make a happy life for themselves.

EDIT: I love Arthurian folklore so I very much appreciated the Arthurian nods: Bjorn being placed on a ship after being mortally wounded in battle accompanied by three queens, the King who returns to fight for his people in their hour of need, the sword that no man wields after & Ivar being the Mordred figure from Heather Dale’s “Mordred’s Lullaby” (innocent child each day you grow older/ each moment I’m watching my vengeance unfold/child of my body/flesh of my soul/ will die in returning the birthright he stole)

Sins of the Father

(Everything stated here is only my personal opinion etc. etc. I’m excluding Sigurd because he was more of a plot device than a character )

Bjorn-in some ways Bjorn was parented by a different Ragnar than his brothers since Ragnar the farmer was a very different man from Ragnar the Jarl or Ragnar the King. So while Ragnar belittled him whenever he didn’t fall in line with Ragnar’s views Bjorn escaped the worst of it since Ragnar viewed him as a son rather than a weapon. You see Ragnar’s influence on Bjorn in his personal life- the women he goes through, the children he doesn’t care about, the younger brothers he dictates to and who are strongly implied to view him as a father-figure. And just like their real father Bjorn chooses to leave them to their own devices and expects their obedient loyalty whenever he deigns to return. Ragnar may not have burned a family member alive in punishment but by Bjorn wanting to he implies that this is something he would approve of.

Ubbe- it’s pretty interesting because Ubbe and Hvitserk are the two who don’t really take after Ragnar although they deal with it very differently. Ubbe is very much aware that he isn’t a “leader” like Ragnar-he’s very good at mediating and he’s good at being the power behind the throne, and I think in some way he’s insecure about it. If you think about it all of Ubbe’s worst actions occur when he’s in charge and feels the need to save face in public. That’s when he dresses up as Ragnar-he becomes so unemotional as to be cold. The North American arc was nonsensical but you could see it as after everything Ubbe takes Othere/Athelstan as a new father-figure and backs down from performing a blood eagle no matter how it makes him look.

Ivar- this is a very sad story about a boy who wanted to be just like everyone else and whose father twisted him into a personal weapon instead of a person. That’s the entirety of Ivar and Ragnar’s relationship-Ragnar recognized in Ivar a similar sense of ambition as himself and then played on his desire for approval and acceptance. Ragnar essentially gave every terrible action of Ivar’s his blessing when he said “ be ruthless“ and set in motion the conflict between the brothers. Because why would Ivar listen to anyone else when his father told him that he had it right? Before Ivar goes to England with Ragnar he has a decent relationship with his family which is obviously important to him, but after? Everything becomes about fulfilling Ragnar’s last words to him, his brothers can be beaten under a a cover of truce but all Ivar will allow himself to consider is the advantage it gives him until he’s about to die. Ivar’s story would never end in another way once Ragnar got his claws into him, it was always going to be him inflicting as much damage as possible before dying in battle.

Hvitserk- he’s like Ubbe in that he doesn’t take after Ragnar when it comes to being “the leader” but unlike Ubbe he doesn’t really try fighting it as long as he feels like he has value for someone. And that’s why I think he jumped ship because Ubbe took him for granted (and because Aslaug probably drilled into her two older sons that they were responsible for Ivar and when push came to shove he couldn’t leave him alone) It doesn’t really work out for him though because Ivar has completely taken Ragnar’s “advice“ to heart; even before Ivar goes on a power trip Hvitserk is demonstratively suicidal and it only gets worse from there. And yes, I absolutely blame Ragnar because he is the one who is the architect of the whole situation and then disappeared before he had to deal with the fallout.

#Vikings

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archivesdiveronaevents · 8 years ago

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Date: March 3rd

Time: Midnight

Location: The Dark Lady

Triggers: Violence, blood, gun violence, death

It was presented like the birth of Aphrodite—a thing to covet, to desire, to guard with life and limb. A material god, constructed to coax out the avarice of even the holiest of saints. The spotlight shone on the black leather of the suitcase, but what caught the eye were the contents that caused the light to dance about the stage. Coins, antiques, priceless rarities that were all tied to the the suitcase in name and memory. There were rumors about where it came from, but the more one listened, the more one noticed a consistent pattern. Though it was stolen from one place, reappearing in another, it was always tied to Russia. But the Capulets had no contacts there, and the Montagues would’ve made their involvement known, so then who could this mysterious donor be? Names were whispered in the dark, murmured into the ears of men and women whose pockets were as deep as the oceans that covered the world. But they all hesitated before placing their bid, the question rolling through the crowd like an uneasy wave. Who was the donor? Who? Who?

Such priceless things were not meant to be tied to anonymity. Did the Devil steal a soul and not leave his calling card? Was this donor more conniving than Lucifer?

Oh, miei bambini, if only you knew.

The golden suitcase was presented second to last, the guards around it shifting about restlessly—like a dog might do before the tremors of an earthquake. They shook their arms out, turned their heads this way and that, every crow of laughter a reason for them to cringe or flinch. But for all their wariness, they would never be able to reconcile how they let their guard slip enough for the devil to move within their ranks, working his dastardly deeds. Then again, would it really be Verona if everything went as expected? The series of events happened like clockwork—like dominoes, their movements as seamless and practiced as if Father Time himself had bowed his head to them to allow their work to take place.

It began with a man whose smile did not quite meet his eyes; if only one were to look long enough and see the duplicity that lingered there. He cavorted with a wild-haired Capulet, her smile a bit sadder than it had once been but there all the same. At her side was Cosimo himself, who looked at the proceedings with the boredom of a king whose kingdom was no longer at war—oh, the price of peace.

There if you looked to the right of stage, there was the woman, the harbinger, the scorn. She called herself the hand of justice—but should such a hand really be so bloody? Hand-in-hand she walked with the lamb, taking it to the slaughter with a joyous smile on her face, eyes alight with an ecstasy that was often reserved for when a worshiper partakes in something holy.

Look to the left and watch the angel of death wield its quiet weapon, sniper rifle as their glaive, eyes barren save for the reminiscent sadness that hid in dark hues. The guards dropped atop the stage, as if they fainted—one, after the other, after the other, too quick any one of them to notice before they themselves fall and too quiet to be called brutal. But fainting is not followed by blood pooling upon the ground, painting the stage in a rather morbid picture of fallen soldiers who were picked off by a sweet-singing Valkyrie. The crowd takes notice slowly then all at once, a sheet of silence falling over them as if choreographed.

Turn to center stage and watch the director of it all step into the light, his ever-present assistant at his side. She watches the bodies fall with an unwavering gaze, as if she has seen worse and still has yet to see even more terrible deeds wrought. While he, the rival king, Verona’s newest puppeteer, takes his place in the spotlight, closing the suitcase carefully so that all might gaze upon him. Why stare at the cause of greed, when greed himself, personified in the flesh, was there for all to see?

“Patrons,” Faron Vasiliev says, hands behind his back as he looks around at the silenced revellers. “May I welcome you all to my Dark Lady—The Dark Lady.”

All teeth, all grin, and all the ravenousness that screams devour me—I dare you. Akin to a wolf as it corners its prey, he smiles.

“Now, I believe it’s time for proper introductions. My name is Faron Vasiliev -- “ a scream of horror, quickly followed by the familiar sound of someone choking on their own blood “ -- and THESE ARE THE SPADES.”

In the few moments of Faron’s introduction RAFAELLA CAPULET had fallen to the ground dead. Her drink had been poisoned and no one had known but MAEVE PETRE. The Capulet soldier had been about to cry out a warning, but before she could TRINITY CRUYSSEN had slit her throat. The police chief had not wanted her boss’ introduction to Verona to be warned by a squawking little duck.

COSIMO CAPULET held Rafaella’s corpse and had tried to drag her away. To leave one of their own would be disrespectful as well as embarrassing to the Capulet name. He ordered PRIAM TARAVELLA and TIBERIUS CAPULET to drag her body away. Once they are relieved of her body by some shocked soldiers they return to the fray.

While this is occurring JULIANA CAPULET goes to try and get Maeve’s body to be taken away as well. However, standing over it is BORIS KOVROV. He’s cleaning up Trinity’s dirty work, but doesn’t mind scaring the little Capulet child either. When TIBERIUS comes back, he sees Boris bullying his cousin and the two exchange blows.

ROMAN MONTAGUE notes that this is not his quarrel and grabs MARCELO ROSSO so they can grab as many Montagues as they can and organize a retreat. However, MIKAEL FALCO notes that the two are about to flee and doesn’t see why only the Capulets should suffer. He tries to stop them from leaving with the aid of EVERETT CRAVEN.

HECTOR SAWIRIS, seeing ROMAN and MARCELO fighting against the CAPULETS, drags ROMAN away at MARCELO’S request, then sends his boss away. The Montagues do not need their only king to fall.

LUCRECIA FALCO goes to retrieve Maeve’s body, but is stopped by GRACE DALY who is wearing a vindictive smile. Grace calls for her sister, REGINA DALY, to come to her side and the two gang up on Lucrecia.

Blood is now being spilled by BORIS and TIBERIUS, so ALVA GWON and DELILAH VOGEL try to tear them apart. The two end up being hurt in the process, but are successful in stopping the fight from ending in a fatality.

However, MATTHIAS WARREN misreads the situation and thinks that ALVA is the one who hurt DELILAH. Matthias begins to exact his vengeance and is stopped by BRIELLE KING. She sends both MATTHIAS and DELILAH off, then begins to help ALVA.

ALEXANDER RALLIS has been searching for Roman and Marcelo, but to no avail. Instead, he finds himself face-to-face with PAVEL LAM and thinks him a foe, since the hired gun has been happily watching everything unfold. ALEXANDER attacks PAVEL and the two go at it, the assassin more than eager for some chaos of his own.

This whole time VIVIANNE SLOANE has been searching for her son, CYRUS SLOANE, in the crowd. However, she is stopped by CLARK GODREJ, who takes the opportunity to stab her in the midst of the chaos.

CLARK then joins GIYA GODREJ. HALCYON SANTOS had been watching the whole time, but was unable to help her dearest friend. She takes a gun and aims it at CLARK, but is shoved at the last minute and hits GIYA instead.

CYRUS SLOANE hears the gunshot and turns to see his mother has been stabbed. He shoves through the crowd, but is stopped by LAWRENCE VERNON, who is more than willing to see the other underboss die. CYRUS and LAWRENCE begin to fight. However, BUNNY DU PONT sees her friend being attacked and, in desperation, grabs a knife and stabs Lawrence in the side before running away with CYRUS.

The chaos begins to reach a high-point and ODESSA VERNON still has not found her brother. She begins to grow frantic in her search and runs into HUGO KIM who helps her. The two stumble into ORPHEUS AHULANI, who, surprisingly, steps aside to allow them to go on their way.

However, ORION MASSETTI spots ORPHEUS’ moment of weakness and goes to let the other know of the leverage he now has. PANDORA RHEE steps in with her gun in hand, her heart set on eliminating the threats before they become one. She raises her gun to shoot ORION, when ORPHEUS grabs her and the two begin to fight.

ORION slips away only to run into HIRAN GODREJ. ORION and HIRAN begin to fight -- and just when ORION is about to be beaten, he lets it slip that he saw GIYA’S corpse. HECTOR SAWIRIS finds HIRAN and ORION at this moment, then helps HIRAN knock ORION out.

CATHERINE DALY finds her sisters fighting against LUCRECIA and tries to help the outnumbered woman, while trying to calm her sisters. But to no avail. CATHERINE and LUCRECIA incapacitate GRACE and REGINA, then drag Maeve’s body away from the fight.

VALENTINA GALLO was perhaps the most unfortunate of them all. She stumbled into LILLIAN WEN and, in a rush of adrenaline, began to fight the woman. The two begin to go at it, but LILLIAN was much less willing to fight than the other.

Upon seeing this CALINA SOKOLOVA steps in, stopping the fight before LILLIAN suffered too many bruises. She holds a knife to VALENTINA’S back and drags her to FARON VASILIEV. He grabs a gun and shoots it off once before pointing it back to Valentina’s head. SANTINO runs to join them, stopping before getting too close and begs on his hands and knees for his sister’s life to be spared. HUGO joins the soldier and entreats Faron to stop the bloodshed before it drowns the city.

The chaos stills, for the King of Chaos himself is now speaking. His eyes scan the room, pausing each time he encounters a still body in the river of blood. They’re easy to pick out—scattered and tossed about the room, trampled on and desecrated, save for the bodies that were held by their loved ones.

Faron turns to his advisor, brow raising. “How many do we have dead? One? Two?” She does not answer his question, knowing that he has the answer to it in his mind already. “I believe that I counted three. Rafaella Capulet, Giya Godrej, and Maeve Petre. All prominent names within their own respected groups, am I correct?”

Slowly, he cocked the trigger back. “Shall we make it an even number? Unless Vivianne Sloane can be added to the count already.” At this, Trinity gave a quiet chuckle, her hands somehow immaculate despite how much blood she had spilled. Next to her stood Boris, who smiled quietly in response. Alva and Brielle stood beside him, the former looking blank and hollow, the latter appearing almost rueful if it were not for the steel in her spine.

Calina spoke up, her quiet voice carrying throughout the room. “We should let her go, Faron. As a sign of our good will.”

Whatever good will there was left to salvage from the carnage of the red-painted room.

Valentina darted away as she as she felt the gun’s pressure leave her temple. She was quickly grabbed by a beaten Marcelo, who placed themself between her and Faron’s line of sight. The king of the Spades, however, seemed to have lost interest with the woman as soon as she was gone. No, did they not see by now that he had his sights set upon bigger and better things than a lowly soldier? He walked about the stage, like an actor, commanding the attention of the audience.

“It looks to me, Cosimo,” Faron began, “that you are in need of an advisor—and perhaps, even, an underboss.” At that point, a low growl came from the back of the room where Vivianne found herself revived to consciousness by Halcyon. “Or perhaps not an underboss,” Faron conceded. “But an advisor is of the utmost importance, is it not? They encourage you to make daring decisions, guide you onto a path that’s meant to profit us all.”

The Capulet boss remains quiet, his face unreadable, save for the flush that besets his features. Not even the king can hide his shock at the uncalled-for carnage that lay beneath his seat on the throne.

“So, here is my proposal. I work as your advisor, while you, my friend, profit from the debauchery that my business entails. Capisce?”

Long live the king...long live the kings…

Cosimo stands, smooths the blood-speckled jacket of his suit and nods. “Capisce.”

OVERVIEW: Ah, my dear Veronans, now we truly begin our Act II. As noted, the dead are GIYA GODREJ, MAEVE PETRE, and RAFAELLA CAPULET. While VIVIANNE SLOANE is being treated for her critical wounds in the hospital. In summary, Faron Vasiliev is now the “advisor” to the Capulets—his Spades remaining a subgroup within their ranks. Of course, they’re to be ostracized and more or less remain separate from the Capulets. They mainly act as Faron’s own, personal team and their first loyalty is to him. Cosimo knows this, but keep your friends close and your enemies closer, yes? He is keeping them housed with the Capulets in the hopes that the Capulets will be able to glean information from the Spades. To the public, it merely seems as though the Capulets have gone into the drug business with the Spades. Everyone is speculating that the Montagues will be run out of business with Ace and Fairy’s Blood taking over the streets, not to mention the Capulets and Spades now outnumbering the Montagues in heads and territory.

OOC: As always, you are encouraged to play out these interactions on the dash or in a chatzy. If you hold these interactions in a chatzy, please post it on the dash so we may all be a part of the excitement. Play out your character’s injuries and recuperation. All interactions may occur between the dates of MARCH 4TH to MARCH 25TH. We hope you have enjoyed ACT II thus far and cannot wait to reign down more agony on you all. As always, feel free to ask us questions.

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