#v: syndicate

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

🚬 (for Mafia!Bucky)

send 🚬 to share a cigarette with my muse!

"I have to admit, Sebastian," Taking a long drag from his cigarette, Bucky tapped some ash into the glass ash tray on the end table. "You have proved yourself to be quite useful over the last few weeks. Because of that, I have decided not to kill you." A mischevious grin curled his lips before he took another drag of the cigarette, his feet up on the coffee table and a glass of scotch next to him on the couch, pausing a moment and then nodding to the empty arm chair across from him.

"Get yourself a drink and sit down. Have a cigarette. Take a load off. You've earned it."

@thecockysniper

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

Bucky was well aware of the shit position he was and the few options he had; go back to face the SWAT team or forward to the man calling out for him. One way guaranteed being arrested and a one way ticket to prison, if he couldn't pay off the DA. The other...he didn't know what the hell would happen, though he didn't know if his odds would be much better. In the same token, he would at least have a fighting chance. Quickly resolving himself on what he was going to do, he gave a quick glance in the direction he had come from to ensure the SWAT team hadn't caught up to him yet before finally answering him.

"I'm coming out! Don't shoot!" Bucky called out, pausing a moment for the man to instruct those with him and then stepped out from his hiding spot. The pistol was still aimed at the other to be safe, not wanting a nasty surprise from him or his associates. "A name would be nice, besides your employer's. And for your men not to be pointing their weapons at me."

It was a fucking raid. One of his competitors apparently had it in their head to take him out by dropping some details to the district attorney, most likely to get themselves out of hot water. No matter. He'll make sure to take care of that issue later. This couldn't go unpunished. But for now with the police surrounding and closing in on the warehouse, Bucky's main attention was on getting out and eventually restocking all of his inventory he was about to lose to the evidence locker. A few of his most loyal men volunteered to meet the police coming in through the front in an attempt to distract them long enough for him to get out the back. But he didn't expect was there to be someone coming in through his escape route looking for him.

Pistol in hand, Bucky hugged the wall as he inched himself towards the doorway separating him from the men who came in through the back. It was down to the point where he didn't have a lot options. He shouted back to the man, not willing to just outright trust him. "That depends, who the fuck sent you? And how the hell did you know about the raid?"

[netmors]

Night art with Admiral Ma'kro and the First Syndic of the Mitth's Family - Thalias.

Later I will tell you more about their roles in the "Eleventh Fleet AU", but for now will just drop a little spicy art of this duet.

[watcher1ngellvar]

There's a parallel somewhere about criminal syndicate boss Makal Damas saying "Docktown's ours," in the conversation about freeing it from the venatori and fifth talon Viago de Riva repeatedly saying "the crows rule antiva, and treviso will be free" while local "corrupt" government pushes against the crows presence but I don't have the expertise to put it together.

[x-heesy]

Iris van Herpen (born June 5, 1984) is a Dutch fashion designer.

She opened her own label, Iris van Herpen, in 2007.

In 2011, she became an invited member of the Paris Syndicate of Haute Couture, part of the French Fashion Federation.

Since then, he has constantly exhibited his collections at Paris Fashion Week.

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝1 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝2 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝3

#fashion #fashiongram #fashionable #fashionphotography #fashionlover #fashionart #fashionaddict #fashionphotographer #fashionpost #fashionshoot #fashionlove #fashionlovers #fashioneditoral #editoral #catwalk

𝙵𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 & 𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚣 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚡 𝚋𝚢 𝙽/𝚊, 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊 🎧

[mylionheart2]

Here we go again.

[killuabutgayer]

bloofer lady🩸🗡️🇬🇧

[geckozen]

💥Bang Boys Syndicate!💥

Commission for Link, the manager of the Bang Boys Syndicate YT channel.

The logo spraypainted on the wall was made by Sam_Ava All the characters belong to various twitch streamers that play on the NoPixel gtaV RP server.

[cheezyharu]

Transit Tide Office! ... Tide Office? Eh, I'll figure it out someday.

This technically is just a massive excuse to put them in suits cause I just... want to, I guess :V besides, I haven't drawn them in a while...

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

"I forgot; you also love me for my charming personality and handsome good looks." What Bucky wouldn't give to be able to get his hands on Steve and have at him. To be able to do all the fantasies that flashed through his mind over the years without fear of recourse.

"You can't be threatening Barton's life like that. It's not fair to him." Bucky couldn't help the smile that came with the thought, rubbing his brow with the tip of his thumb in consideration. "The look on his face would be entertaining though...the threat alone might work." A cheeky grin before he glanced around the office from the seat, looking for where Steve had moved his stash of liquor.

"You going to offer me a drink? Or are you going to make me work for it? I already drove all the way down here and hiked up all those stairs. I put in a lot of work today for you, Rogers. That envelope was heavy. I've at least earned a drink. Not the cheap shit either." It was all playful with the same smile curling his lips.

“Oh, now I’m naughty?” With a scoffing chuckle, Bucky shifted how he sat in the chair as his blatantly raked his eyes over the length of Steve’s body, the way he was leaning against the desk making him look far too tempting. "Ennis already hates me and I'm not gonna lie, she is mildly terrifying." The secretary had a no nonsense approach to everything that had to do with the office. Not to mention, she had a particular dislike of him and his business dealings. The glares she would give when he waltzed into the office would send a chill down his spine. On more than one occasion he had debated about offering her a job as one of his enforcers.

"Come and get it Mister Lawyer-Man." Smirking, Bucky splayed his legs wide and motioned to his lap with his hands. Obscene, very much so but that's just how their friendship had been for as long as he could remember. Playfulness and jabs with the occasional flirting mixed in. Though to him the flirting was real. He would give anything for one night with Steve.

"Here. The only reason you love me." He dug into his suit jacket and pulled out the envelope of cash, tossing it at him. "It's all there, as always. I ain't gonna start cheaping out on you now when you're all the only reason I'm not in prison. Though I might steal Ennis and put her as one of my enforcers. Barton just isn't doing it like he used to."

[nando161mando]

V for Vendetta - Alan Moore

[megamanrecut]

Return to the Night, Part 6 (Now on Ao3!)

After ushering Elec Man back up the creaking, rotted stairs, they returned to Elec Man and Top Man's apartment without much difficulty by calling a cab (the driver had questioned if they were sure they didn't want to go to a hospital, but Elec Man had glared so fiercely at this suggestion that the driver just shrugged and muttered that they could do what they wanted, he didn't care anyway. Elec Man was sullen and embarrassed the entire trip, and no one talked, though Top Man had gotten over his previous indignation and had warmed up to Proto considerably, occasionally catching his eye and giving him a small smile).

Winston, Top Man's valet-drone, let out a startled beep when they first entered the small apartment, then quickly began fussing over Elec Man with a microfiber cloth and lint roller until Elec Man pushed him away impatiently. He sat slumped on the edge of his bed like an angry, flightless bird, sipping dismally at an energy can while Proto carefully inspected his injuries.

"Well, you're real lucky this time, ya know? Your damage isn't too bad," Proto pronounced finally after performing a few spot repairs. "Nothing internal. I think you can skip a trip to the repair shop this time around."

"Good, because I have a full agenda of tasks I must catch up on," muttered Elec Man, slipping down to the floor and teetering unsteadily.

Top Man looked aghast, but Proto only snickered, pushing Elec Man back onto his bed.

"Some things don't change—sit back down, hot shot, before you hurt yourself," Proto told Elec Man in a mock-sanctimonious voice, reaching toward Elec Man's hair and ruffling it until it no longer swept backward in its usual neat lines. "You're not going anywhere."

"You're messing up my hair—"

"Yes, I am. Because today, you're not playing the role of 'big bad mobster' or the intimidating 'Mr. Smith' —today you're just Elec Man, who never takes a day off and sorely needs to rest."

Catching Proto's eye again, Top Man let out a small laugh, amused at Elec Man's discomfort (seeing the critical, 'never a thread or hair out of place' Elec Man being grounded was a rare sight indeed, for few had the nerve to boss Elec Man around). Proto smiled back. He had finally gotten Top Man to laugh after all; mission accomplished.

…The fact that Elec Man needed to rest was of course obvious to everyone (including Elec Man), still, Elec Man wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"Why?" he demanded.

Proto smirked. "Uh, because of what you went through? Because you're damaged? Because you never take a break? …Because you want me to help you keep this quiet?" Proto added the last one in a warning undertone. "Pick one. Now, let's get you undressed—" he said, unbuttoning Elec Man's suit jacket.

Elec Man gave an involuntary jerk, flustered. "Thank you, but that's unnecessary—"

But Proto had tugged off Elec Man's ruined suit jacket and tossed it carelessly to a heap on the floor. From its perch on Top Man's vanity, Winston gave a scandalized beep. Proto went for the tie next, then the buttons of Elec Man's black dress shirt, Winston trilling like a police car toy—

"Really! That's unnecessary!" snapped Elec Man quickly, squirming away when Proto reached for his belt. Glaring reproachfully, Elec Man pointedly gestured with his eyes toward Top Man, who was still in the room watching them.

At this, Top Man had hastily turned his back on the scene, his gaze averted toward the ceiling, though Proto could see him shaking with silent laughter.

Finally, Elec Man was dressed in a pair of black silk pajamas embroidered with small lightning bolts that Winston had presented him from the bottom of Elec Man's dresser. Elec Man sank back into his small, uncomfortable bed. Save for his pale piercing eyes (which by now could have incinerated concrete) there was nothing even remotely mobster or even intimidating about him, his short black hair sticking wildly out in every direction. "There…happy?"

"Actually, yeah. Thanks for the assist, Winston," said Proto pleasantly, pulling the covers up over Elec Man's shoulders and smoothing out his collar (Winston, who had cleared away the ruined suit and was now hovering by Top Man, gave Proto a cold, tut-like beep). "Nice PJs. They look comfortable."

"Shut up."

Top Man stood at the foot of Elec Man's bed, beaming down at him. He appeared to be thoroughly enjoying this and cast a regretful glance over at the clock on his nightstand. "I have to go to the theater—I've missed three performances already, they'll be worried. Will you be alright?" he asked Elec Man anxiously.

"Don't worry, Top Man, I'll stay and make sure he takes it easy tonight," Proto assured him. Elec Man shook his head and muttered something under his breath on how unnecessary this all was, but his eyes were already drooping and the protest seemed perfunctory.

Top Man gave Proto a large grin. It really looked more sincere and attractive on his face than any of his closed-off Syndicate sneers or haughty looks had. Finally, Top Man tore himself away, grabbing a duffle bag filled with ballet gear.

"Be careful—watch out for anyone suspicious, and take a laser pistol just in case!" Elec Man called after Top Man.

"I know!" replied Top Man, rolling his eyes as he stepped out the door with Winston hovering dutifully behind him. He looked over at Proto. "I'll be back later, okay?"

Still grinning, Top Man shut the door, leaving Elec Man and Proto alone.

It was quiet in the apartment—Proto suspected the walls were soundproofed. He rolled Elec Man's office chair over to the bed and sat down, taking off his aviators and sticking them in his pocket.

"So, you two share a room?" Proto asked to break the ice. He was both amused and interested in the situation, for neither Elec Man nor Top Man were very much alike.

"Top Man insisted," Elec Man responded wearily. "A scrapper ambushed us one night when we were walking home. I dispatched it quickly of course, but ever since then Top Man doesn't like to sleep alone, he wants me for protection…so now we share a room."

"I can't imagine what that's like for you."

"It's been a bit of an adjustment."

"Not to mention your new human-like programming?"

"…It's a nuisance, all part of the upgrades my creator made to my programming to protect me from becoming reprogrammed—I guess I have you to thank for that, he was inspired by your systems."

With a heavy sigh, Elec Man rested his head deeper into his silk pillow, staring up into the ceiling.

"You weren't supposed to be here," he said finally.

"But I am here. And you're stuck with me again, at least for a little while."

...A small smile flickered across Elec Man's face, though he quickly banished it, making his face as blank and unreadable as pavement. "Thanks for everything. Though I still think this is a bit overkill, Top Man will feel much better knowing you're keeping me safe tonight."

"Well, I dunno if you're ever safe with me, pal," Proto said mischievously. He leaned forward to whisper into Elec Man's ear. "Say…I have a crazy idea. What if I were to capture you like you did to me a year ago? …For your own good."

"Proto…"

"—Have Light reprogram you as a lab assistant, force you to live in the lab like a human…to always have messy hair and wear the same baggy polyester clothes from the mall most humans wear, to spend your afternoons playing video games in the family room, to sleep through every night in a proper bed with cotton sheets, to act like a normal brother to Top Man instead of his strict Syndicate mentor…"

Elec Man wrinkled his nose. "Well, Top Man would like that. Is this supposed to be revenge for me telling Dr. Light where you were and forcing you to go back home?"

"No…but I am livid you almost died and wouldn't even call me."

"You shouldn't be involved. …You were supposed to be happy."

"You should have called me." Proto leaned back in his chair, surveying Elec Man for a moment. "…I can't possibly tell you how irresponsible this is. Not just for you, but how you left Top Man completely in the dark."

Elec Man winced. "I thought I could do it, I didn't want him to get involved either."

"He was freaking out when you went missing, didn't even know who to call, suspected the worst—with good reason. I know Syndicate matters are secretive, but if you're going to pull a stunt like that you should have at least left him some sort of emergency contact!"

"I know," Elec Man admitted feebly. He seemed to be shrinking deeper into the sheets.

"Speaking of which…How did Top Man know to find me? Pretty sure you were supposed to keep quiet about me…seeing as I'm not in the Syndicate anymore."

"Yes, I was…" It was a moment before Elec Man elaborated, and when he did, his voice was very soft, as though afraid of being overheard, yet direct. "A few weeks ago, Top Man had something going on with one of the human dancers in his ballet troop that he had to break off because, well, Top Man's not human, he's Syndicate, and some worlds shouldn't mix." Elec Man swallowed. "He was feeling really down about it, so I told him about you."

"…Oh."

Elec Man's eyes darted away from Proto's again, and neither said anything for a while.

Finally, Proto cricked his neck restlessly, glancing over at Top Man's vanity and the vase packed with slightly wilted white roses, and said, "I don't think Top Man wants to be Syndicate, he only pretends to play the part to please you, ya know?"

Elec Man nodded. "I know. He wants to be human." He gave a small shrug. "I don't get it."

"Rock's like that…I don't get it either. But you should be happy at least about how much Top Man looks up to you."

"I get that even less," Elec Man responded gruffly.

Proto chuckled softly, and began slowly ruffling Elec Man's already disheveled hair again, his thumb massaging Elec Man's temple. "Well, some things are softer than they look."

The small beginning of a smile softened Elec Man's face, and he closed his eyes.

"You make yourself miserable with all this self-discipline you impose on yourself—" Proto added. "Maybe you should take up my offer, come back to Light's lab with me."

"It'd never work. Like I said, some worlds shouldn't mix. Nice suburban families don't like dangerous robots like me."

"You don't know that…they tolerate me, after all." Proto smiled softly to himself. "…Who am I kidding, you'd hate domestic life as much as I do, too boring. Still, kinda hoping you'll drop by some night. I know you're busy, but it's been what…another five months since I last saw you? I started working on this jet in Light's garage. Ever been flying? It's incredible. You should come flying with me. I'll take you somewhere you've never been. You won't believe how freeing it feels when you can just hop in a jet and get far away from it all…"

Elec Man didn't respond. He looked relaxed and appeared to be listening, a small, unconscious smile on his face—but then a few moments later he had finally drifted off to sleep, his breathing light and even. Yet as he slept, his guard completely down, a sadness had settled into his face—he seemed exhausted beyond what even a good night's rest would cure.

After watching Elec Man for a moment longer, Proto's hands fell into his lap again as he leaned back in his chair again and sighed.

Later that night, Proto heard the soft creaking of stairs as Top Man returned to the apartment. Quickly, he replaced his aviators, stood up, stretched, then walked out the door.

"Hey, how was your performance?" he asked as he met Top Man in the landing outside.

"Excellent as always," grinned Top Man, but then he frowned, casting Proto a sharp look. "…Where are you going? Surely you're not thinking of leaving so soon after all this! It's late. Please, spend the night with us. It's not much, perhaps not up to the human standards you're used to, but we will try to make it comfortable for you. You can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the floor—"

"Whoa whoa whoa, kiddo…I can't stay here. Elec Man doesn't want me to."

"Oh." Top Man's face closed back up into the cold Syndicate facade like a door locking. "Well, when will we see each other again?"

"Up to your older brother. Here are my digits—" Proto handed Top Man a slip of paper with the laboratory's home phone number on it. "Call me if Elec Man does that disappearing trick again, I guarantee he's up to no good. Oh, and feel free to visit anytime."

Though Top Man seemed pleased at this, he gave Proto a curt nod, returning to unnatural formalities, almost like how a prince might treat a foreign ambassador. Proto waved goodbye, then chuckled to himself as walked down the dirty creaking stairs.

The lights at Dr. Light's laboratory were dark when Proto returned to New York. Proto brightened. Hopefully everyone had gone to bed, yet as he crept silently in through the window to his room, a light clicked on and two faces were staring disappointedly from the edge of his bed.

"I am going to kick your ass so hard you won't need a jet to go flying around the world, mister!" said Roll, standing up with her hands on her hips. Though she kept her voice low, it was as scolding as a shout. "Where were you? The air raider was gone, no note, no phone call, you could have been kidnapped by gangsters for all we knew!"

By her side, Rock was also frowning. Both were dressed in their pajamas, Roll's a creamy yellow, Rock's a true blue.

"Uh, sorry if I worried you, but you see this troubled ballet star showed up on our doorstep and I had to help him rescue his brother from a botched assassination mission."

"Shut up! Your stupid-sounding stories get old after a while, ya know?"

"…Where's Dr. Light? Was he worried?"

Proto had a slight sinking feeling. Dr. Light disapproved of Proto going on secret adventures. It wasn't that Proto was worried about getting into trouble, but he hated Dr. Light's gentle lectures about roles and responsibilities. It made living here all the more…suffocating.

Roll rolled her eyes. "No, I covered for you, as usual. But seriously this has to be the last time, I hate lying to Dad for you when he trusts you so much. I swear if you ever get into serious trouble, don't expect me to come rescue you! You're not supposed to sneak off on your own like this!"

"…Are you mad because I didn't invite you?"

"Yes!"

"You wouldn't have liked it, I didn't even bring my armor, and didn't get into any fights."

"…Really?"

"Really."

"Oh. Huh."

Roll's anger seemed to abate a bit, though she still cocked a brow skeptically at Proto. Meanwhile Rock stared at Proto in grave silence. It always surprised Proto that Rock never tattled on either of them. Perhaps Rock was hoping he could guilt Proto into coming clean with his silent, accusing stares. So far, his strategy had no effect.

"Well, I'm home now, and all's well that ends well, right?" said Proto with a careless shrug and a winning grin.

Roll just glared.

"I'm glad you're alright," Rock said finally, looking tentatively from Roll to Proto and resigning himself to the fact that Proto wasn't going to be properly remorseful for his mysterious disappearance tonight. He crossed over to Proto's door. "It's late and I'm going to bed. Night, Proto."

"Yeah, night Proto," said Roll, sticking out her tongue at him as she followed Rock out.

"Night guys," Proto called softly after them, cringing internally. Great, they were annoyed with him. Again. He got it, he'd have to make it up to them tomorrow—being a responsible older brother was a lot of work!

Sighing, Proto closed his window which had been left open behind him, shutting out the tempting night breeze.

A/N: this mostly concludes this little interlude but there will be a final chapter I’ll post eventually

[batmanbeyondrocks]

The Hurt Syndicate

Performed by M V P, Smoke DZA, Westside Gunn

Written by Alvin Worthy, Hassan Assad, Sean Pompey,

Produced by cartune beatz

[multiversal-fusion-reborn]

“Nobody asked for your presence. I don’t celebrate Christmas.”

-Banter from Serial designation V to the absolutely deranged Butcher V.

[da-riya]

I love when a game is in development and I get to do something that only just was implemented without having any idea how it works