#queenpin

[crypticscarecrow]

Art Fight is Down but I slap this down on opening day

https://artfight.net/~CrypticScareCrow

[dwellordream]

"He moved closer and his smile reminded me of the wolf in bedtime stories. When I was a kid, whenever my sisters would tell me fairy tales, running their fingers up my arms and legs, I always felt it for the wolves. Narrow eyes, teeth glittering like a handsaw. The wolves were waiting, but you had to put yourself in a dangerous place first. You had to play your part. I would dream myself into the thicket, swinging a basket, whistling a tune, waiting for the growl, the flash of yellow eyes, the sudden pillage, the blood tear. The wolf got you where it counted."

Megan Abbott, Queenpin

[lazymonth]

She’s on her way to fight spider-man (miles) and daredevil

[ask-azurearts]

Meeting the Queen Attack 2 completed today for @crypticscarecrow 's character Queenpin. I still love her design and wanted to make a scene that captures her cool vibe, hope I did it well!

Attack Link

(If anyones getting deja vu I made an attack for this character 3 years ago, cool seeing the difference 3 years makes.)

[azurearts13]

Artfight attacks 1/2 1: Splatfest Hype Up High - K8t for KatLovesLink

2: Meeting the Queen - Queenpin for CrypticScareCrow

[ittakesauniverse]

Interview with KIRBY HOWELL-BAPTISTE who plays:

Death in Netflix's The Sandman ⭐️

[bruiserdarula]

[racoonviews]

My top 10 Crime/Drug related Series You'll Definitely Love

There are lots of getaways for people when it comes to movies, but I happen to find crime movies amazing. This might seem weird for some of you but this is my default go to movies, when I say crime movies, it is mostly drug related. Yeah, I know that’s what I mean (NARCOS). I know some of you find violence not a thing to watch but sometimes I’ve got to say, you have to admire the level of…

[blackgirlslivingwell]

Michelle Mack "California Girls" Retail Theft Crime Ring Mastermind Arrested - Allegedly Used Black Women

Michelle Mack, a 53-year-old wealthy California mom, has been accused of orchestrating a crime ring named 'California Girls' involving 12 women who stole $8 million worth of cosmetics and designer clothes.

The group operated by stealing from stores across the country and mailing the stolen goods back to Mack's $3 million home, where she would sell them on Amazon at discounted prices.

Mack allegedly paid for the operatives' expenses and directed them on what to steal, leading to a significant impact on retailers like Ulta and Sephora.

[bestofbestdeals]

THE REVENGE OF HERS - CHAPTER 3 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1397336097-the-revenge-of-hers-chapter-3?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=sassybabe254&wp_originator=lgkuiPkDTT5m39M1Ksg3qMMQTt%2FX%2BLrSUmuANaFOaAhhLxTRwyo3Wom7PiHBhPqSAsZvXp0c5MWu9ZXEsE8XeSKotwebRSnJBQ%2BPU85MF2aUljH31PGTxh8r9cVNqUCf Azrael, a lady born in the mafia, aims to avenge her sister's death after realizing her boyfriend had killed her and then sold her organs to the black market. Will her revenge be as bloody as how her sister was killed or worse?

[writing-by-katt]

Chapter 3: Bad News

Elisabetta is the youngest of the three half sisters, with honey-blonde hair and lightly bronzed skin. She has a stern face with high cheekbones and an average frame. 

When the youngest sister enters the room, she hands Carina a small waterbottle, “Painkillers. Drink up little maus.”

Carina thanks her as she downs the mildly bitter liquid. Elisabetta’s pristine lab coat swishes as she preps the X-Ray machine and other tools needed to prep Carina for the surgery. 

“You’ve eaten in the last 12 hours?” Elisabetta side eyes the teen.

“Yes ma’am.”

“No general anathesia for you…local only.” Carina is confused by the remark.

“Why?”

“You could drown in your own vomit maus.”

“Oh.”

Carina’s words are more muffled by the facial swelling with each minute. 

Elisabeta helps the girl into a wheelchair and they make their way through a few sets of doors before she is transferred to the prep room, “I’ll see you in the room. Britta will help prep you for the procedure. You will be restrained so that you don’t move while I conduct the surgery. You will most likely feel parts of the procedure because we cannot place you under a complete general anasthesia. I’ve also opted to not use nerve blockers because you need to be able to use your face. Have you ever gotten a tooth pulled?”

Carina shakes her head.

“Well. There is a long needle that injects a local anasthetic into your gums and it numbs just that area. You will not feel pain but your face will be tingly and asleep. I need to make sure that the subconjunctival haemorrhage has not damaged your sclera and re-structure your zygomatic process so that your face doesn’t appear concave. That man hit you quite hard.”

~~

Britta and London observe as Elisabetta performs the reconstruction on their prized fighter. 

DING

DING

DING

DING

DING

DING

DING

The two bosses look down at Carina’s phone. After sharing a glance, they decide to read the messages. They’re her bosses, she can’t hide anything from them anyway.

12:50 am

Ana: How’d the fight go?

1:30 am

Ana: Aria?? 

Ana: You there?

2:01 am

Ana: They’re going to tell me what happened. I’ll keep you updated. Love you sis.

2:30 am

Ana: Oh my god…Aria. Call me.

Ana: Aria seriously, I need you. Call me ASAP

Ana: DUDE ITS IMPORTNAT

Ana: Important**

Ana: CALL ME ASAP

Britta’s nails tap her glass impatiently as she and her sister discuss whether they should call Aksana or wait for Short-Fuse to get out of surgery and call for her. Lucky for them, the doors on the opposite side of the room open to reveal Elisabetta wheeling a now bandaged and changed Carina. She looks so small and cute in the light grey oversized hoodie. It’s just large enough to be comfy to sleep in and covers most of her athletic shorts. The teen has changed into a new black halter top tank and soft-knit grey socks with burkenstocks. Elisabetta has braided her hair back into two dutch braids and her face is bandaged. A few bandages have been placed on her hands and thighs from when she hit the cage fencing. 

“Hey sweetie, how ya feeling?” Britta pops her gum as she walks over to the teen and her younger sister. Carina mumbles incoherently before giving a frustrated noise and a thumbs up. 

“First things first, your cut,” London walks over with Carina’s backpack in one hand and a wad of cash in the other, “You made $30,000 this time around. Good job kid. The fact that you took a hit that hard and not only walked away but won the fight means that you’ll be bringin in the cash for the time being. Now because we had to use our resources to fix your pretty little face, you’ll be leaving with $6,000 and leaving $18,000 here as collateral.” London pats the teen’s shoulder sympathetically.

Carina’s face contorts into confusion. She shifts with a grunt.

“Oh the other $6,000? That’s going into a little savings account for you and your sister. You don’t really think we’ll let you take all the cash and blow it on stupid things do you? You both need to go to college. It’s important. Now, for our second piece of business,” Britta scoops the girl up and moves to the leather couch. The curly haired woman settles the girl between herself and London while Elisabetta sits in an armchair opposite the couch, “Your sister has been texting you non-stop. Something important. She wants you to call her but given your…current state, we’ll call her for you right now.”

Carina nods, laying her head against London’s warm shoulder. The oldest sister dials Aksana’s number.

RING-RING

…

RING-RING

…

RING-RI-

“ARIA!? What have you been doing?!”

“Now Aksana dear, little Carina can’t talk right now but she is here, she’s listening. So are the rest of us.” London chides the older teen, “You told Carina that there was something important happening?”

“I-ehm- well…Yes. Uhm…I’m at the police station….”

The Jade Sisterhood bosses freeze, eyes narrowing at the phone in their hands. What the hell is Aksana Vilkov of all people doing at a police station?

“Explain yourself.” Elisabetta’s cold voice commands from her position leaned on the armchair. 

“I-Well, um. So I was at basketball practice and everything was going great right? Well these two random cops come in and they start talking to coach while we do drills. That’s all cool and stuff because I’ve never done anything to warrant police activity so why would the be there for me ya know? Well it turns out they were there for me. They called themselves Agents Cass and Wright. Two men. Well they’re not actually cops, they’re in the FBI.” The line goes blank for a few seconds.

“Aksana darling, is anyone listening to this conversation? You said the FBI?” Britta encourages the young, clearly frazzled and exhausted girl.

“Yes Auntie. Agent Cass and Wright are in the room, they wanted me to explain to Aria.”

“Alright darling. You said that these two strange men came to see you at your basketball practice?”

“Yes Auntie. Uhm. They came to get me and Aria and bring us down to the station because mum and Greg got into some trouble or something. Uh… as it happens, apparently Greg was involved with The Kings which got mom involved and they’ve been lying to us about their jobs this whole time and I guess there was an accident involving a chemical explosion and they’re both….”

“Dear, Were The Kings the ones who caused the explosion or were your mother and step-father involved with them?” London pulls Carina to her side as tears well in the blonde’s eyes. The teen may not have been close with her mother, may have resented her even, but she was still her mother. 

“I erm…Agent Cass says that mum and Greg were part of the Diamond Skull Syndecate and The Kings attacked them. Mum was a meth cook and Greg was a dealer. Greg manned the books?! I-I…CARINA! THEY’RE DEAD!” Aksana’s voice got increasingly hystaric as she spoke.

Both sides frowned as the twins broke into sobs. The Jade sisters could hear one of the agents telling off the other for not having the two together to share this news.

There was shuffling from the other line as Agent Cass picked up the phone, “Excuse me, Ma’am..or Ma’ams, we need to get Carina Vilkov down to the station as soon as possible so that we can start the paperwork to find their next of kin and get them home. If you could give us your address or bring her here, we’d appreciate it. 

“I’ll drop her off in thirty minutes. Goodbye.” Elisabetta hangs up the phone before striding out of the room. 

Carina’s mind goes blank as she trys and fails to process the information. Her head throbs slightly as her painkillers start to ebb. She vaguely feels London move from the couch to call a car for the girl and Elisabetta. 

“Brit, you will stay here until Elisabetta returns. Gather any intel on this attack that you can. I’m sure that if The Kings are picking a fight with those Diamond Skull sleazebags, things are about to get messy. Make sure our people know what’s up and give them their orders. Elisabetta will bring our dear niece to the police station as she is the least likely to be recognized.”

Britta pinches the bridge of her nose, “Shorty, I’m going to take all but $100 from your backpack. If you walk into that station with six grand in illegally earned bills, you’ll be questioned and, not that we don’t trust you to keep your trap shut, you could expose us. That wouldn’t be good for any parties involved.”

“Whermf yohr nn pft mfy monef?” Carina’s swollen face muffles her words.

“We’ll put it into the your emergency savings and…encourage…the teller’s silence.”

Britta’s curly hair swishes as she leans down to grab Carina’s backpack and gym bag. They sit on the leather sofa as she rummages for the cash and the girl’s clean sneakers. Carina, having gained enough strength to move her sore muscles, takes her mentor’s silent cue to trade her birks for the sneakers. The queenpin helps the teen stretch and gets her some more painkillers and a power bar. She knows how much the young girl loves white-chocolate and strawberry bars so she throws a few more in the bag along with a few chocolate chip ones for Aksana.

[localmochasquid]

What would it mean to try to take her on, beat her? What would it be like to smoke-and-mirror the queenpin herself?

(And she had never opened herself to me. She had shown me what to do, how to do it, but she had never let the veil drop, the mask fall. If she had done that... if she had done that...)

(And this too, wouldn't it mean we'd be closer even than now, thick as blood, because it would bind us forever in some way? It would either be the secret thing, the only thing I would keep from her, or if she found out, it would be the thing that would bind us forever, like locking horns in battle, bound in blood.)

Queenpin, Megan Abbott

[dwellordream]

"She, lit all through, filled with light, sparking with it... even in her spattered pumps, even with that shovel in her ungloved hand, she was a star. And I cursed her for it. Because she was solid gold, fourteen-carat, barely burnished despite twenty years of hard molling. But beneath it, I knew, beneath that gold and stardust, she was all grit and sharp teeth gnashing, head twisting, talons out, tearing flesh. She was all open mouth, tunneling into an awful nothing. I hated her. And I felt closer to her than ever. Goddamn her."

Megan Abbott, Queenpin

[rottenzone]

my silly little sketchbook part 4

[comma-tose]

You know what? At this point I am fully on board the Vallory is a Flynt theory/headcanon. I know it's been around for a WHILE but I really only thought about it when playing BL3 earlier and hearing Zane's mention of his sister.

"my sister always loved a good explosion"

Vallory's main weapon being a rocket launcher, plus her being "The Queenpin" that lead a group of bandits, being acknowledged as intimidating or a threat by other characters including vault hunters.

And with August looking kinda similar to Zane, yeah I'd believe that they're Flynts.

Is it right or wrong? No idea, but it's a fun theory and I think Zane would like to have a drink in the Purple Skag with August sometime. He'd probably be excited that his nephew ran a bar.

[krotiation]

once again spreading my susan x vallory agenda