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I can't be the only one who would get down and dirty with Overhaul in his monsterhaul form (Nemoto Fusion), right?
God, imagine if he went feral in that form. X////x
#my hero academia#yakuza husband#yakuza lover#kaichisaki#kai chisaki#fangirl#overhaul#boku no hero academia#monsterhaul#shie hassaikai#toucan king#birdman#random thoughts#thinking about 18+ content#villain lover#100% smash#feral overhaul#crime boss
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Marlon Brando as Vito Corleone
The Godfather (1972)
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New OC!
Cedar Ivester!
Iris Sylvesters father :)
#Cedar Ivester#iris sylvester#crime boss#he chilling#he has a monocle and cane#forget to add them#oc artwork#oc art#oc#my ocs
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Assassin/hired gun Whumpee prompts :)
Because sm of you asked about the assassin Whumpee/guard dog Whumpee prompts from my physical position whump post (which I now know are called stress positions, thank you to the person in the comments of that post), I've decided to make a list of just assassin themed prompts :) Enjoy <3
NON CON TOUCHING, VIOLENT/HUMILIATING LANGUAGE, HUMILIATION IN GENERAL, PHYSICAL ABUSE, SORT OF IMPLIED SA? ITS NOT MENTIONED OR ALLUDED TO VERY CLEARLY, BUT IT CAN BE DEDUCED FROM THE DESCRIPTIONS OF WHUMPEE'S INJURIES.
Note the running theme of possessive Whumper ;)
“You can’t. It’s gone too far, Whumper; don’t do this.” Whumpee protests, shaking his head. His voice is firm but his mind is racing; he’s never questioned his boss' orders quite so blatantly before. Whumper’s expression is blank for a millisecond, before his face splits into a twisted grin. “You think I need your permission, Whumpee?” He laughs. It’s the kind of laugh that makes Whumpee's every instinct scream at him to either turn tail or blast Whumper to kingdom come. He knows better than to try either. “I f*%#$ing own you.” The mirth in Whumper’s face drains away, is replaced by low, simmering fury. He grabs Whumpee by his throat, forcing out of him an involuntary gasp, and rubs his thumb over his pulse point. "You're nothing- not even a person, really. Just a bloody gun." Whumpee tries his best to look indignant, fails, ends up looking pathetically hurt instead. Whumper doesn't care, tightens his hold around his neck in response. "And don't you f%#@&ing forget it."
Assassin Whumpee who's bruised and battered; a direct result of Whumper; not any mission gone awry. He stands behind Whumper while he negotiates with the buyer, exuding charisma, control- dominance. He's the perfect opposite of Whumpee. A soft shuffling sound catches his attention. One of the buyer's armed guards, a ways away, has his eyes set on him. But not his face, or his gun - his neck. His neck, where Whumper's hand prints are plain against his skin, where Whumper had pulled down his collar far enough to reveal his initials, his brand, burned into him. Where Whumper's bite marks are starting to turn a horrible greyish-purple. Somehow, ever omnipotent, Whumper half glances back at Whumpee, smirks. Whumpee's face burns red. He planned this. He fixes the guard with a glare. God, now Whumpee's actually praying for the deal to go bad.
A dog tired Whumpee who's been awake for days, running point on missions for Whumper non-stop. He can't take it anymore. "Please." He murmurs reluctantly, ashamed to admit he's finally reached his limit. "I need to sleep." Whumper, who's back had been facing Whumpee, straightens up, slowly turns around. There's a fire in his eyes that makes Whumpee's mouth run dry. “Do you?” He closes the gap between them, grabs the front of Whumpee's shirt to pull his head down. Whumper's other hand reaches into Whumpee's back pocket, fingers wrap around the handle of his pistol. Whumpee feels the muzzle pressed into his temple. "What you need is to put a bullet in your next target." Whumper clicks the safety off and Whumpee shudders. "Or I'll put one in you."
Crime lord Whumper is leant back against the front of his heavy, mahogany desk, long legs crossed at the ankles and stretched out in front of him. His weight is braced on his arms; shirt rolled up to his elbows and fingers curled around the edge of the desk. He tilts his head playfully, watches as an emotionally and physically drained Whumpee lowers himself onto his knees just by his feet. "Sir." He murmurs hollowly, head hung low. "It's done." Whumper's grin widens, eyes light up. "Good boy." And despite himself, something in Whumpee keens.
A Whumper who has Caretaker captured, bound to a chair. A Whumper who has his Whumpee dutifully knelt at his feet, facing his friend, but his eyes are fixed on the ground. "You wouldn't believe how obedient this one is, Caretaker. How eager to please. He follows orders remarkably well." Whumpee looks up at him, shakes his head in a frantic, desperate way. He's begging. Begging to preserve his dignity; The person he was before all of this. The person he still is to Caretaker. Whumper smiles. "You should sit in on some of his missions, watch the way he kills, the way he tortures." He inhales sharply. "It's almost artistic." Caretaker looks at Whumpee; shock, pity and more than a little badly concealed disgust plain in his eyes. Whumpee is humiliated. Whumper is exuberant.
Some fun dialogue ⬇️ ;)
The slimy business man eyes Whumpee predatorily. "You've got a helluva gunman there. How much for his services?" Whumper's face darkens. "He's not for sale." Whumpee smiles bitterly. Whumper's not exactly in the habit of sharing.
"Pretty dog," the man jerks his head in Whumpee's direction. "Does it bite?" It's a thinly veiled question. Whumper smiles like a shark, all teeth, and raises an eyebrow. "Only when it's told."
"Please don't make me do this. I- I'm begging you." Whumpee says softly, watching his friend's movements down the scope of his rifle. Whumper lowers himself down, lips by his ears. When he speaks, it sends a thrum of electricity through Whumpee's body. "Take the f%#@&ing shot."
"But I - I failed you." Whumpee frowns, shaking his head. Whumper gives him a smile. He rolls one of the bloodied bodies on the floor over to it's front. "I wouldn't say so."
Whumpee hisses as Whumper presses a little too hard on one of his wounds. Whumper gives him a humoured smile in leiu of an apology - not that Whumpee was expecting one anyway. The whole 'tending to his injuries' thing is out of character enough. "You're pretty like this." Whumper hums, presses down hard with the guaze again. Whumpee squeezes his eyes shut, pain making his head turn. "Then why are you helping me?" He bites out, gasping as Whumpee's gloved fingers dig into his wound. Whumper's eyes twinkle, corners of his mouth quirking upwards. "Can't play with a broken toy."
Whump is such a big part of my life guys I be listening to a song and think "hm, what a pleasant song to torture one of my characters to." I think it's bad too because they ain't even sad songs they just sound like something my whumper would hurt someone to idk 💀.
#mafia boss#crime boss#emotional whump#whump#whump fic#whump prompt#whump scenario#whump writing#whumpee#pet whump#caretaker#living weapon#verbal humiliation#caretaking#hurt/no comfort#angst
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writing snippet #23
tw: murder, mentioned/implied child exploitation, blood, past captivity
Mercenary grit his teeth from behind his mask, releasing the bruising grip he had on the boy’s arm. He quickly collapsed onto the concrete ground with a pained yelp, cradling his torso.
It was a child. No older than a teenager, he suspected.
His padded clothes and helmet had concealed any childish features Mercenary could now blatantly see, his narrowed eyes darting across his bloodied face swiftly.
“How old are you?” He murmured slowly, trying to hide his anger. The child’s eyes were narrowed into thin slits, shooting him a deadly glare.
“Go to hell,” he spat. “I’m not telling you anything!”
Mercenary closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He slid his dagger back into his belt, shaking off the sticky blood on the knuckles of his gloves. It took him all but one swift movement before he had a fistful of his jacket in his hand, jostling him off the floor. The child gasped in surprise and immediately started squirming, but his strength was unmatched against that of a fully grown adult.
“Let go!” He demanded, smacking his small fists against his wrists. “I’ll kill you.”
“I think you’ve done enough of that today,” the mercenary hummed humourously. His job had been a simple one – hired to assassinate a particularly gnarly crime boss before her destructive influence spread any more than her rivals wanted. It wasn’t in the plan to show up and see that somebody had done the job for him. He would have reigned himself in if he had realised he was attacking a child.
The boy winced as pain flared across his face, spitting a mouthful of blood on the ground. Mercenary spared him a single glance before speaking.
“You do realise you killed a crime boss?”
The child continued in his useless struggle, feet dragging against the ground. “Of course I do. I work for her.”
“Is that so?” He replied grimly.
“Not willingly.” He frowned. “She...She had me working with these pervy old men at the club downtown. On Coral Row.”
Recognition sparked in the mercenary’s chest, and his grip on the jacket tightened. He’d heard of that place in one of the files he was given upon accepting the job.
“How old are you?” He growled.
“Not telling,” the boy huffed, sweat beading on his forehead. He was starting to tire himself out. “She took me away from my family and there was nothing I could do! I tried to hire you to do it for me but you wouldn’t!”
Mercenary suddenly stopped in his tracks. That gave the child a chance to regain his footing, finally freeing himself from the man’s hold and stumbling away from him. The mercenary sighed lazily under his breath and gripped his wrist firmly, yanking him back before he could make a break for it.
“Are you trying to tell me you came to hire me?”
He stared at his face. Even though it was covered in blood, exceptionally pale and worn out, Mercenary didn’t recognise him. The story didn’t ring a bell. The boy’s face was twisted into a frustrating sneer.
“I came to you with hundreds of pounds,” he yelled in anger. “But you turned me away.”
“I’m more expensive than that, kid,” he sniffed.
The boy’s shoulders sagged. “That’s what you said last time. I was desperate – you didn’t even give me a chance.”
“Then you should’ve just hired another contract killer,” Mercenary shrugged lazily, tugging the boy along. He was hesitant, but this time he didn’t fight.
“They said you were the best.”
“Oh, that’s flattering.”
The child fell into silence. Mercenary threw a brief glance behind him to find that tears were starting to collect in his eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks. He sighed heavily and shook his head. This really shouldn’t be his responsibility.
“Do you realise what you’ve done?” Mercenary spoke calmly. “You’ve killed a crime boss.”
“You said that already.”
“It’s called reinforcing a point.”
“I just wanted to go home,” he sniffled, and Mercenary noted how his voice had started wobbling. “I just wanted to see my family again.”
He sighed out loud heavily, eyes darting across the alleyway, before he took a sharp right. He would have travelled by rooftop by now, but he couldn’t just abandon this kid. Taking him with him simply wasn’t an option either.
“Again, you killed a crime boss,” he gently pressed, keeping his voice as firm as he could. He didn’t know how to console a crying child, so he was trying to make sure the boy wouldn’t start screeching in front of him. “It won’t be that easy anymore.”
The child fell into silence.
Mercenary would find him a place to clean up, and stay low for the time being. He could cache in a favour with an old friend, and keep the child out of harm’s way.
It was the best he could do.
#oh no#the urge to#to flesh these into actual characters#writing#writing snippet#story snippet#snippet#not a prompt#mercenary#contract killers#child#my writing#villains#father figure type beat????#oh my days yes please#crime#crime boss#avvail snippet
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A fresh illustration from this week!
This here is Vanna, a character I’ve had in the works for a while. I’ve been focusing on her a lot this week, really building her connections and story.
I had so much fun with this illustration and enjoyed painting it and trying new techniques.
I will reveal more about her at a later time 🤫
#digital art#illustration#original character#demon#clip studio paint#crime boss#world building#red#so much red#perspective#aesthetic art
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WOAH LOOK AT THAT GUESS WHO GAVE IN???? It couldn't possibly be me, could it? No never! Can you please do the Race and Jack whump thing?? I am going to cry, but it will be worth it. Angst away and enjoy yourself with it. Have a great day/night, darling! <3
Of course I can!
Part 1
Jack didn’t even bother tugging on the chains that held his wrists above his head at first. He was forced to stand barefoot on the cold cemented floor. They’d taken his clothes. He stood there in his boxers to ensure that even if he did manage to get out, he wouldn’t run away. The humiliation was just a bonus. Jack watched his baby brother willingly return to the cage in the corner. It was made of chain link. All that was inside of it was a mattress and a chain for the boy’s ankle, which he secured back onto his own leg.
The young man scowled as Snyder’s men left. He tried to keep the anger at the front of his mind so that the desperation and fear took a back seat. But when he saw how contented Race was to sit down in that cage and just stare up at Snyder like he’d hung the moon, Jack couldn’t help but try to fight.
The chains clanged as Jack let a growl rip from his throat. “You’re a monster, Spider, you know that?!” The old man turned and smirked at him but Jack didn’t let that stop him. “Brainwashing a kid?! For what?! Because I wanted out?!”
Snyder walked over to him and Jack tried to back away, only for his captor to grab his face with one hand, squishing his cheeks together as he sighed. “Oh, you foolish boy,” he whispered. “I let you go, what kind of guy does that make me?”
“Human,” Jack responded, barely able to talk with the strong grip the man had on him.
“You do have a mouth on you, kid. I’ll give you that,” Snyder laughed. “It’s a shame too, I thought you had real talent. Such a shame to waste you so soon…” Behind the man, Race crawled over to the barrier between him and the world. Jack glanced at him before Snyder forced his gaze back onto him. “We could’ve done so many great things together.”
“Fuck you,” Jack growled. The old man slapped him hard at that and Jack barely heard Race gasp before a punch hit him in the guy, knocking the air right out of him. He coughed and gasped for air.
“Enjoy these next few hours, Jackie… they very well could be your last,” Snyder said, patting Jack’s cheek before he headed for the door.
The heavy thing slammed shut, leaving Jack alone with his brother for what may be the very last time. He yanked on the chains, letting out a loud cry as he realized he was stuck. There was nothing he could pick the lock with, nowhere he could go and no way to save his brother.
Jack managed to catch his breath as he looked up at the cage his baby brother was in. The boy was staring at him. Just, watching. Jack just stared back at him for a moment before he managed to blink back the tears. “H-hey, hey, Racer-kid,” he whispered, trying to sound calm and normal. “Listen ta me, okay?” The boy didn’t respond to him. He looked confused and scared and Jack swallowed hard, just continuing. “This is not your fault. It’s mine, all of this is my fault, and one day, when you get free and you’re safe with a big family and the puppy you always wanted, I want you to remember how much I love you, okay? How I would do anything to be there with you, you remember that,” he pleaded.
The boy in front of him just let a few tears trail down his cheeks. He reached up to touch them like he wasn’t sure why he was crying. He looked back up at Jack who let out a breath, a long defeated breath.
He just wished his brother would talk to him one more time. Before it all came to an end.
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Mr. Londo Malicio is one of the most influential crime bosses of RatTown in the current age. He is the leader of the Felid Kings, which prides itself on being a wealthy club with a love for the feline, yet in truth is a criminal organisation, focused on extortion and contraband. Malicio holds a monopoly within the black market, and he personally overlooks the illegal import of exotic animals.
Malicio also has his hands deep in the pockets of the RatTown Senate. His enterprise remains active and uninvestigated thanks to the kind donations he gives to the powerful members of RatTown's leadership, including the current Master of the Senate.
Captain Vayanas Cree is the Tyrant of the Stormy Seas. A Goblin of ill repute; he and his crew travel across the ocean in their vessel the Stormpiercer, raiding and sinking merchant vessels crossing the ocean from RatTown to Pospori.
Cree is a sadistic seafarer. He takes a sick joy in the wrecking of other ships, often preferring to sick them instead of boarding and looting whatever valuables lies in their holds.
As a Goblin, the ocean storms are never far away from him, and he uses that fact to further fuel his infamy as one of the most dangerous pirates on the War-torn Seas.
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Made in 2019
Part of my Fantasy setting - Warmonster
#my art#artists on tumblr#illustration#fantasy#dark fantasy#modern fantasy#my setting#warmonster#worldbuilding#crime boss#organized crime#mob
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The "Golden Escalator" moment in Waco. :: March 27, 2023
Robert B. Hubbell
Trump began his 2016 campaign by descending on a golden escalator into a gaggle of reporters penned in the basement of Trump Tower. That tawdry entrance—and the alarming speech that followed—were portents of the chaos and havoc that followed in the ensuing sixteen months. Trump's advisers have since admitted that he began his 2016 campaign to boost his failing brand and eroding finances. He had no intention of winning and every intention of fleecing the American public—intentions that were widely understood by the media and the public. To our everlasting regret, we underestimated Trump until it was too late.
Of course, two impeachments and a failed insurrection later, we will not make that mistake again. But neither should we succumb to the mythology about Trump that developed later in his campaign and during the early portion of his tenure—that he is invincible, untouchable, or somehow above the laws of politics and physics. He is not, and we do ourselves a disservice if we fall victim to that carnival-barker mythology. Trump's core base makes him a perennial threat, but he is a terrible candidate. He is, in fact, the worst candidate who will ever seek the office of the presidency—and that is saying a lot.
Note well: I am not saying we should dismiss the threat posed by Trump. I am saying we should be smart and realistic about what that threat is so that we are better prepared to defeat his 2024 presidential bid.
Trump held the 2024 equivalent of his "golden escalator ride" over the weekend in Waco, Texas. As widely noted, he did so during the 30th anniversary of the months-long confrontation in Waco between the Branch Davidians and federal law enforcement that resulted in the deaths of 86 people, including 28 children. Trump had no reason to hold the first major rally of his presidential campaign in Waco except to invoke memories of armed resistance against the FBI, ATF, and Texas National Guard.
For those who doubt that Trump is willing to attempt a second coup and insurrection, the selection of Waco for his first major rally could not be clearer. And if you missed the clue in the location, Trump reinforced the point by playing his "song"—"Justice for All"—recorded with convicted January 6th defendants currently serving prison time. Per the Los Angeles Times,
With a hand over his heart, Trump stood at attention when his rally opened with a song called "Justice for All," performed by a choir of people imprisoned for their roles in the Jan. 6 insurrection at the U.S. Capitol.
Widely available video shows that a substantial crowd of several thousand supporters attended the rally—but others noted that supporters started leaving early as Trump droned on about personal grievances not relevant to many of his supporters.
And that is the major takeaway from the 2023 "golden escalator" speech compared to the 2016 version. In his 2016 campaign kick-off, Trump spoke about the grievance culture of disaffected Republicans. In 2023, he spoke about his grievances—the perceived political prosecutions, the 2020 election, and Joe Biden's accomplishments that overshadow the miserable failures of Trump's presidency.
When Trump veered away from whining about personal grievances, every utterance was a lie. The media is now forewarned and forearmed, and "fact-checking" articles abound. I recommend you keep a few near at hand to forward to your (least) favorite Trump-loving uncle / brother / cousin / bowling buddy. See, e.g., CNN, Fact check: Trump repeats false claims during rally in Waco, Texas.
Per CNN, Trump lied about:
The 2020 election;
The trade deficit with China under Biden vs Trump;
The existence, amount, and source of trade tariff payments under Trump vs prior presidents;
Construction of the border wall;
Inflation under Biden compared to prior presidents;
The amount of military equipment left in Afghanistan;
The amount of aid to Ukraine during the Obama administration;
His opposition to the Nord Stream 2 pipeline;
Michael Bloomberg's 2020 campaign;
Blah, blah, blah.
You get the point. Trump is incapable of stating facts. Never accept any (allegedly) factual statement from Trump without doing independent research.
But apart from the lies, Trump also repeated alarming statements about what he would do if reelected. He called for the arrest and imprisonment of journalists and editors who published portions of the Dobbs v. Jackson Women's Health draft opinion. Trump repeated claims that he won the 2020 election. He said 2024 would be the "final battle," saying, "Either the deep state destroys America, or we destroy the deep state."
All of this is cause for worry—to a point. Trump is the clear frontrunner for the 2024 GOP nomination. Indeed, stumbles by DeSantis in his first exposure beyond the borders of Florida highlighted his flaws as a candidate—elevating Trump in the process, at least in the GOP. See Intelligencer, GOP Insiders Say Everything's Coming Up Trump. Indeed, Trump is feeling so confident that he will drive DeSantis out of the race that he is telling consultants and vendors that if they work for DeSantis now, they will be banned from working for Trump in the future.
But, before you surrender to despair, we must recognize that Trump is weak and vulnerable—and about to become even more so. Rupert Murdoch has apparently turned against Trump— if the most recent front-page headline in the New York Post is any indication. On a front page adorned with Trump holding a baseball bat, the headline reads, "BAT HIT CRAZY / Deranged Trump Threatens Violence Against Bragg."
The NYPost editorial board addressed Trump's supporters directly, telling them to ignore Trump's call to "Take back our nation," as follows:
If you actually "rose up" and were arrested, Trump would abandon you, just as he has every ally who wasn't useful to him anymore. What did he do for those locked up for months over Jan. 6?
Do you want a leader who will fight for you? Then you have to pick someone who can actually get elected. Republicans can't throw away their shot in 2024.
While the NYPost is not widely read among Trump supporters outside of New York, it shares an owner (Rupert Murdoch) with Fox News. That common ownership does not bode well for Trump, given that Fox was the media outlet singularly responsible for Trump's election in 2016.
And, of course, Trump has yet to be indicted. When that happens (and it will), the GOP will have a gravely wounded frontrunner, a has-been flash in the pan (DeSantis), and a bunch of candidates currently registering at 1% in polling.
The above is a long way of saying that if Trump's 2024 golden escalator equivalent in Waco is any indication, we have reason to be hopeful. We understand the threat we face, and Joe Biden has a list of solid accomplishments under his belt. He has outmaneuvered the GOP on Medicare and Social Security cuts and is drawing a line in the sand over the debt ceiling. Six months ago, gasoline prices were touted as the single factor that would end Biden's presidency. Today, it is inflation (allegedly). Next month, it will be something else. The point is that although Biden has problems, none end with a ten-year prison term.
So, what do I think after Trump's "golden escalator" moment in Waco? I think we have every reason to be hopeful and no reason to be complacent.
[Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter]
#Waco#Robert B. Hubbel Newsletter#Robert B. Hubbell#political#Rupert Murdoch#political rally#golden escalator#organized crime#crime boss#Gary Markstein
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Zemo Highlights
A collection shots from the new video from Marvel Contest of Champions depicting new January playable character Baron Zemo
#Baron Zemo#Zemo#Helmut Zemo#Masters of Evil#swordplay#guns#handgun#crime boss#wealthy#villain#Captain America rogue#sword#January#2023#Marvel Contest of Champions#mcoc class skill#adhesive
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Anemone Bar
18x24
Oil on Hardboard
A painting I finally finished.
#crime fiction#noir#femme fatale#crime boss#smoking#bar#wine#oil painting#character illustration#illustration#art#my art#chinese aesthetic
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FROM THE BADLANDS...
...images from the lost continent of cult films, b-movies and celluloid dreamscapes
Crime bosses in 90's films
...you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to do murder for money.
No, we've come to give you the bill for removing that headless dead horse from your garage.
The Godfather Part III (1990) King of New York (1990) New Jack City (1991) Reservoir Dogs (1992) Pulp Fiction (1994) The Usual Suspects (1995) Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead (1995) Desperado (1995) Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (1998) Payback (1999)
#crime boss#crime lord#mafia#the mob#the godfather#quentin tarantino#noir#from the b-movie badlands#from the badlands#the usual suspects#christopher walken#al pacino
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Old man 😞
Anyways, now you know where Iris gets most her traits. Her mom was a horrible horrible person. 
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Silhouette by Amanda Meuwissen
Guess what's next for a pocket paperback? Silhouette!
Also on KU and in audio, narrated by the talented Kevin Earlywine, you can now get this contemporary MM romance suspense short story in print - with burlesque, a mob boss, and a performer who's never been touched.
Buy Here!
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🐇 Meet Jace 🐇
•Art by me
❌ DO NOT REPOST ❌
Another revamped old baby! This time a bunny 🐰!
•Name: Jace Mitchell
•Age: 24 (Died 1986)
•Occupation: Crime Boss (Art Theft Circle) Jamal’s Boss.
•Personality: Sassy, Sexual, Cunning, Smart, Manipulating and Self-Absorbed.
#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin hotel oc#helluva boss oc#hazbin hotel#hazbin oc#helluva boss#helluva ocs#rabbit#crime boss#bunny boy
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