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He’s looking for love but he never expected her.
Bayou Sweetheart, a brand-new small town cop meets Hollywood superstar romance from New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake, is out now!
Sparks fly in Louisiana’s Butterfly Bayou when a Hollywood starlet falls for a local deputy in a new small-town contemporary romance from New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake.
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Lets Talk About Gunnar Maelstrom
Evil Daddies is where it’s at.
One of the meanings of the word "Maelstrom" is 'A situation of state of confused movement or violent turmoil.
Let me start with Maelstrom, usung the Carmen Sandiego Wiki to break him down as a whole, starting with appearance and personality (Excluding the comments around his action in the show, this will be hard seeing his major inclusion to the story so please bear with me once more as I do this).
Professor Maelstrom is a middle-aged man with pale skin and white hair with a receding hairline. He has broad shoulders and wears a black blazer over a dark gray turtleneck. As stated previously, Maelstrom is seen as being an almost unnaturally pale color, hinting towards possible Albinism.
Now, Middle aged according to the wiki page is between 50 and 60. Seeing the receding hairline and the lines on his face (Also can someone point me to a source about those random chin hairs? Like please I need context).
He obviously has stress and sleep lines. I imagine these are due to his life choices and idiot operatives. His ethnicity is stated as being Swedish but continues to contradict itself when it later states that Maelstrom is from Scandinavia. I think this is to throw the readers and deep show watchers off and it would work better if both ethnicity and race were left as unknown.
Now we move on to the easier things, personality, which is LONG. So let me start writing!
Of the five members of V.I.L.E's faculty, Maelstrom seems to command the most authority and serve as the de facto leader of the group, being the first to speak as well as hand out orders. As one may expect, Professor Maelstrom is criminally insane, which is ironic, considering his forte is psychiatry. Professor Maelstrom often likes to tinker with his patients' psyches and enjoys psychologically evaluating students, much like someone finding joy in pulling the wings off a butterfly. He does possess some level of awareness to his own insanity, though he is quick to brush it off as a mere label that other weak-minded people have given him. He also has an apparent fondness for the more psychotic recruits. In keeping with his name, his main desire is to spread chaos and disorder, with any actual gain being a secondary concern at best. Carmen considered him to be creepy, and rightfully so after he and Dr. Bellum collaborated to wipe Crackle's brain. Professor Maelstrom loathes Cookie Booker as he has no tolerance for her stuck up behavior towards him. He seems to have a fondness for marine life, as his office hosts a giant aquarium filled with jellyfish and other specimens. His use of the term "bait" as a pun is in reference to fishing bait, and in the novel adaptation, it is used twice. Further expanding the psychological exam scene from the show, in the novel, he declares that Carmen gave the "wrong" answer to the Rorschach test, stating that the image was a seahorse. The novelization expanded his sense of humor, though it mentions that even that had a dark and unpredictable tinge to it, showing delight in the lengths that his students would go in order to not be called upon in class. The show does have him throw a small quip every once in a while, often tinged with exasperation at his colleagues' antics or ignorance. He also enjoys making Countess Cleo envious of his fashion style, having asked Le Chevre and El Topo in the "The Fishy Doubloon Caper" to acquire an Ecuadorian Eight Escudos doubloon to be melted into solid gold cufflinks.
As done in my previous post, I will be diving deeper into the statement in the bolded font.
Maelstrom seems to command the most authority and serve as the de facto leader of the group,
I don’t see any major reason for this face besides that there is a level of respect among the Faculty that centers around Maelstrom, seeing as he is one of the psychologically smarter than any of the other members, except Shadowsan but that is a post for another day. He is a very scary character because he is unpredictable, and possibly in the minds of the other, can be blamed for their crimes should they ever had been caught, but this leads me to my second quip with Gunnar Maelstrom.
Professor Maelstrom is criminally insane, which is ironic, considering his forte is psychiatry
When one looks up the term ‘Criminally insane’ we get the following “an accused person that is deemed to be suffering from cognitive illness or fault which frees then of lawful accountability for the unlawful behaviors” from https://psychologydictionary.org/criminally-insane/.
I cannot at all say that I support this terminology on the stance that Maelstrom is more than aware of his action, to the point where he logically makes the choices to leave his fellow faculty behind at the prospect of capture. One cannot say that a “Criminally insane’ person is able to make these choices so quickly and with such calculation as to pack a go bag and hire an escape driver. But I digress.
He does possess some level of awareness to his own insanity, though he is quick to brush it off as a mere label that other weak-minded people have given him.
I don’t think that Maelstrom can stand to be labeled by other people. The exact use of the phrase “Weak-minded’ points me to believe that Maelstrom sees himself as mentally stronger, powerful, and far beyond that of the average person. This points to his class, and I’ll explain this in the next part, being the most critical and important to V.I.L.E as a whole.
His main desire is to spread chaos and disorder
This is WAY too specific to just be a drop in detail. No character is created be be a chaotic mixture, but they are built to SPREAD chaos, and Maelstrom is the perfect character to do this. His favor to Paperstar is a direct jab at this detail about him, she is an element of chaos that he put into play, the disorder of her is why he places her, while the other faculty hate Paperstar, he finds her the perfect wild card.
Professor Maelstrom loathes Cookie Booker
I fully think this is, as the wiki and al of my sources say, Cookie Booker represents the original 1998 Carmen Sandeigo. And the loathing between them is a reference to the original game and books.
He seems to have a fondness for marine life, as his office hosts a giant aquarium filled with jellyfish and other specimens.
Not gonna lie, but I love this detail. The details, that caused me to GO BACK and watch the episodes with Maelstrom, was that the man likes fish. This adds onto the effect that he is rather cold and uncaring towards people, seeing them a thing to observe and keep. I also just love the idea of him having a fish tank and spoiling his goldfish that he named Clyde or something equally related to big time crime, like Al Capone or as said before Clyde.
He also enjoys making Countess Cleo envious of his fashion style
I’m sorry but Cleo and Gunnar challenging each other to see who is better in fashion? I’m sorry but they are the fashion police. Also I think this places WHO he is close to in the Faculty. I am very willing to bet that Maelstrom, who left Coach Brunt to drown and die, would NEVER leave Cleo or Bellum (Possibly) to die because they align more with HIS goals.
Brunt is... Dare I say... THE DUMBEST OF THE V.I.L.E FACULTY
WHAT DOES SHE DO?!?!
WHY IS SHE HERE?!
SHE’S STRONG AND THAT’S IT!
I digress (i used that phrase twice now), I just think his goals line up more with Cleo and (Again, possibly) Bellums’.
Now I go onto my favorite part of these paragraphs, the trivia/abilities. I love trivia/abilities, just because everyone sees this word and they are like ‘oh it’s just dumb facts’. BUT NO! It’s DENSTRAMENTAL to the character and links to their personalities.
He is capable of expertly performing a bait and switch. Professor Maelstrom specializes in psychiatry. He has been shown to have a favorite student, similar to the other faculty, in Paper Star; despite her disregard of the protocol in Mumbai. His grudge against Cookie Booker could be a subtle reference to the hostile relationship that his previous incarnation had with Carmen Sandiego in the 90's cartoon. As shown in the season three episode, The Haunted Bayou Caper, he has a fondness for Halloween.
Most od this is already covered, i know, so I won’t go over what I already did. SO let me just say... I know-
He is capable of expertly performing a bait and switch
I NEED to SEE Maelstrom just- *Pulls and Bait and switch* -STEAL FROM SOMEONE. Like. I could totally believe that Maelstrom is the sleekest, most sneaky, most Swiper is swiping guy in the world. I am okay with letting them tell me this, but NO okay with them not SHOWING ME.
Netflix, I HOPE you see this so you can give me a SHOW on HOW GUNNAR MET MY MOTHER, COUNTESS CLEO.
He has a fondness for Halloween.
Charlie Pants.
Do I need to say any more?
Okay, big ending time. So Gunnar Maelstrom, a deeply interesting character, mysterious backstory that a person can read into, different fun facts that lead to speculation and interest and amazing stories. I love Gunnar Maelstrom’s character, his personality, and his appearance. His effect? 100. His story? 100. His ability to make me rewatch the series? 100.
Thanks for reading this. I’ll have another one out soon! Requests are open
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Rating: 5/5 stars
Date reviewed: july 21 2020
Even though this is a middle grade book, It was ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. Like that cover alone is stunning!
I loved it! It kept me on the edge of my seat, although the whole doll thing was a little predictable since it came from the Caribbean where all that voodoo stuff was, so it was a little obvious that the doll had something to do with voodoo and the creepy-fate kind of stuff.
Although when I was on the chapter where things really started to pick up and I was able to sort of put pieces together and figure out the plot, it became too obvious that the right thing to do was to return the doll to the rightful owners.
All the magic, timetravel, mystery, creepiness, and regular life-ness come together to create a wonderfully written novel.
It also reminded me a lot of Princess and The Frog, I guess because of the bayou, alligator, fireflies, dolls and voodoo, and the multiple New Orlean mentions.
I now also really want to read Circle Of Secrets which concentrates on Larissa's best friend, Shelby Jane, and When The Butterflies Came which concentrates on her 'enemy', Tara Doucet.
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Voodoo, Vodka and Vampires ~Elijah Mikaelsson~
Request: Would you mind writing a Elijah x reader where Elijah saves reader from somewhere and takes care of her? If it's not too much trouble 😇 your writing is absolutely amazing 💕⚜️
Warnings: A slight confrontation between reader and a man (fist fight)
Pairings: Elijah x Reader
Author’s Note:
Thank you so much https://ladytevans07.tumblr.com! I really hope you like it and sorry it took so long. First week of Year 12 was a little bit of a rush. I really enjoyed writing this and feel free to give me honest feedback :)
To all my other followers it would mean the world to me if you give the wonderful person above a follow :) and Like always- If ya’ll have anything in mind that needs writing just shoot me a message.
Currently working on a the Flash with Barry Allen and Daryl Dixon one.
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New Orleans. “The Big Easy” renowned for the birthplace of Jazz was actually and will always be a tumble dryer full of voodoo, vodka and vampires. You didn’t want to be demeaning to the place at all because it was exotic. From the french quarter, to the bayou, from bourbon street to dining at the Commander’s Palace and maybe getting your voodoo souvenir at Reverend Zombie's House Of Voodoo.
New Orleans truly had it all.
But you learned that the hard way.
You were seriously reconsidering the trip to the ‘big easy’ as your friends finished yet another bottle of vodka and you hadn’t even left the accomodation.
“Y/N!” your best friend’s voice lolled from within the bathroom as the other one was sprawled out on the bed laughing hysterically at a magazine article.
“Yeah!?” you called back pulling yourself up from the bench on the porch your room gave you access to. You were watching the little shops prepare for the festival that was about to make it’s way down the street towards the French Quarter.
“Help me with this darn dress pleaaaaaaasssseeee.” she lolled again and you shivered at the amount of alcohol you could hear in her voice.
You didn’t drink much. You tried to stay as sober as possible with your friends being the ones that usually drink till they can’t remember a thing. You were just cautious. The mother-hen of the friend group. And you were damn proud of it.
You stepped into the bathroom clearly seeing your tipsy best friend struggling with her skin tight sparkling dress’ zipper. She turned and pouted- her dress falling so that her bright pink bra was visible as her shoulders slouched.
“Oh c’mon” you said motioning for her to turn around and with that her giggle and babbling returned.
“I love you so much Y/N” she smiled as she landed her frail hands on your shoulders after you quickly and easily fixed her dress. I nodded and she laughed hysterically. The plain swing dress you were wearing nothing in comparison to her and the other two girls’ clothes.
“WE ARE READY!” she screamed leaping out of the bathroom- both of their squeals echoed down the hallway. You sighed bolting out of the bathroom trying to grab everything that you needed for tonight’s festival.
“fuck.” you hissed as you knocked over an empty bottle of vodka and it clattering to the ground. You ignored it and slipped on your flats.
“Phone, keys, purse, money, camera.” you listed and with that you were out the door struggling to keep up with the squealing friends. You quickly glanced at your watch. It was already 9:00pm. You most certainly missed the family friendly part of the festival.
Tonight was going to be fun.
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In all honesty.
You’d much rather be doing some historical tour of New Orleans than being stuck counting the heads of your drunken friends as they hung around locals at a alcohol stand on the busy streets of the French Quarter.
‘one, two.’
You glanced around you feeling utterly out of your comfort zone. You had walked about three or four blocks from your accomodation towards this area with a massive struggle as the two girls were just picking up drink after drink.
You feared what was going to happen later tonight. You were awkwardly seated at one of the bars and upon arriving you quickly claimed the table that gave you just enough view of the street to keep an eye on your friends. Other than that you were deeply lost in a novel you had strung along in your handbag.
But as your eyes grazed across the crowd in habit something odd caught your gaze. When you looked again your eyes were glued to one spot. Someone was staring at you. The tall man with the sleek suit was leaning against a pole blatantly starring at you. His skin like porcelain. A small smile playing around his lips.
You stiffened and he immediately noticed. And offered you an even softer smile which you returned slightly.
He was suddenly pulled out of his gaze by a woman with bright blonde hair hitting him on the shoulder and your heart and stomach sunk. Slowly you turned back to counting the heads of your three friends and trying your best to focus on the words on the page. But you couldn’t and looked up.
The man was gone and you groaned slightly. Then you counted again.
‘one, tw-’ you counted but the last brunette was nowhere to be seen.
Your eyes flared up in horror and your chest flamed at the thought of loosing one of them in New Orleans. Drunk!
Your eyes started scanning. But in the ocean of heads your eyes strained.
“Mel!” you called your best friend’s name prepping to grab your bag and start running into a crowd much like a chicken who had just got his head chopped off, but when no one’s head’s turned- you realised the seriousness of the situation. Your toes and fingers went numb.
“Me-” but before you could finish your sentence a icy cool hand shed over your bare shoulder.
“She’s over there.” a deep voice spoke in your ear almost. You turned around, startled slumping back down in the chair. The same man that was staring at you was standing before you his hand slightly rested on your bare shoulder.
You glanced at the direction his slim finger held and relieved you sighed out loud seeing the brunette.
“Thank you for that.” you blurted noticing how gorgeously perfect the man that hovered over you was.
“It’s my pleasure. May I?” he questioned motioning towards the open chair you smiling cautiously.
“Yes of course.” you smiled as he took the seat in front of you. You flipped your book closed and looked up at then mysterious man- who first stared at you and now wanted to sit with you.
“My name is Elijah Mikaelsson.” he introduced himself, asking for your hand. You slowly gave it to him as he planted a kiss on the back of it and you flustered slightly.
“Y/N...Y/L/N.” you smiled as he let go of your hand you slowly retracted it.
“It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you Y/N.” he softly smiled. Your tummy lit up in butterflies. Like a match being ignited.
You then suddenly noticed with a shock what you were wearing. In comparison to the rest of New Orleans and especially in comparison to Elijah.
Your eyes shifted uncomfortably, looking nervously as people passed, to your friends, to him and he immediately noticed.
“You look extraordinary Y/N.” he spoke as if reading your thoughts.
“Thank you, I’m not really one for events like this” you painfully stated.
“Well-” he stated, “You do look the part.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself Elijah.” you smiled.
He chuckled heavily making you laugh with him.
“If I may- those friends of yours. The ones that are a little bit over intoxicated. Are you looking after them?” he innocently questioned.
You chuckled, “Spot on Elijah Mikaelsson.”
He chuckled and you smiled towards him.
“Speaking of them- I should go check up on them.” you smiled, “I’ll see you around.”
He smiled- “it’d be a pleasure”
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1:58 am. Your watch flickered and you with that you flipped your book close.
That’s enough for one night. And with that you grabbed your belongings.
After struggling to get a hold of both your friends and pry foreign hands off them- it was safe to say that you were on your way back to the accomodation.
The night’s events embedded deeply in your memory. Elijah’s name and gorgeous smile making you grin like an absolute idiot. You knew it was only a short conversation but oh how you wished for it to be much longer. You disappeared into your own thoughts but your dreamworld was rudely interrupted.
Your best friend’s shrill scream echoed in the empty alley you had wondered in within your daze of thoughts. Within seconds you pushed the other one behind you to see what was going on. The panic flaring up in your chest for the second time in two days. Someone was pinning her against the wall.
“Hey! Get your bloody hands off her!” you yelled without thinking. You stepped forward and tugged at the person who held your whimpering best friend. But he didn’t budge. Only turned his head to snarl at you and once he opened his mouth you had to stifle a scream.
Fangs. Protruding from his mouth like that of a dog’s. And cracks appearing under his demon eyes. You then in the darkness of the alley saw the liquid coating not only his fangs but his whole mouth and the liquid that stained your best friend’s sequenced dress.
“No!” you screamed and flung your fist at his cheek. But as soon as it connected with his face your hand flared up in agonising pain. You had- although- startled him so much that he had moved away from Mel and hollered a foreign word.
You grabbed a hold of your friend and tugged her towards the other trembling girl behind you- but before you could register- the man recoiled and hit you hard across your face.
You hit the ground with immense force and your friends let out a shrill cry for help.
“You bastard!” You yelled as you leapt to your feet. You readied your fists once again and the man laughed planting another fist to the same cheek.
You wanted to vomit from the pain but stood your ground. You then hit- he dodged- you hit again- and then kicked- catching him off guard only slightly. Then he hit you again and your knees buckled.
“What were you doing with the Original?” he questioned as you tried to pull yourself upright. Two or three other men had decided to show up and was harshly both your friends in their un-Godly strong arms.
“I-” you spat out blood, “Don’t know what you are talking about.”
Then a kick came to your ribcage and you recoiled. The screams from your two friends not seizing. Another kick. And another. Your sprawled on the ground as the man with the dirty blonde hair- hair that looked black in the alleyway lifted you by the collar.
You had never regretted wearing a dress this much before. But another blow came to your face and you could feel your face swelling.
“Let them go!” you yelled out. “Please!” you screamed.
“They are mine- you and that Original- I saw the way he looked at you. I’m going to make him suffer” he angrily shouted and you almost vomited. How was he going to make someone else suffer by beating you?
“Kill them-” he uttered.
“NO!” you screamed. “No, no!”
He let out a shrill laugh as he kicked you again but suddenly someone was towering over you- much taller than the man who was beating you.
You regained some energy and crawled away. But as you turned your eyes connected with a horrifying scene.
“Elijah-” your voice stammered. He had quickly extended his hand and snapped the man’s neck letting him fall limply to the ground. Elijah’s fangs blood red. The same cracks visible under his eyes. You felt your head spin as another figure advanced towards the men holding your friends- two actually.
Then Elijah advanced toward you, trying to pull you up. “Elijah what are you?” you called.
“Y/N don’t be afraid” he reassured and you felt the darkness drag your eyes closed.
“Y/N” he sternly stated and within a flash he was by your side- catching you before you hit the ground.
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You woke with distant voices tugging you from your slumber. In a matter of seconds the events of the night before hit your mind like a bullet and your body convulsed against a sheet.
“Elijah!” you gasped springing up from the incredibly soft mattress you were laying on and the immediate headache that came with a pang.
The room you were in was absolutely elegant. A gold trim decorating the accents of the cream coloured walls. You didn’t take much notice further because your eyes landed on Elijah and you had to stiffen a scream.
His eyes lit up and he strolled over to you.
“No you stay away from me!” you stammered as Elijah stopped in his tracks.
“I am not going to hurt you Y/N.” he said sternly. “I am not going to hurt you- I promise. Your safe. Your friends are safe. Those men are gone-”
You interrupted him quickly, “You call them ‘men’ they were monsters!” you exclaimed. His eyebrows furrowed in regret and exhaustion. He then continued to walk towards you.
“You...you looked like them.” you whispered and he nodded.
“I need to tend to your wounds.” he said. You nodded. He seated himself on the bed as he pulled a cloth out of a bowl of murky looking water. You dodged it by leaning back, your eyes flicking over to the bowl and then back to him.
“It’s an antiseptic Y/N.” he sighed and you sat upright once more. You winced as he pressed the dap cloth onto an open crack above your eyebrow.
“Elijah.” you whispered, “What are you? What was that man looking for? He said I talked to an Original and that he was going to make him suffer by beating me. I don’t understand.” Your lower lip trembled.
Elijah put the cloth back in the bowl and played with his own fingers.
“He was looking for me Y/N” he spoke deeply lost in thought, “I’m an Original.”
“What does that mean?” you questioned angrily, hands shaking. His hands landed on yours. The one purple and pink. The one you punched the man with.
“I’m an Original Vampire.” he said and you nearly punched him square in the nose but your jaw just tightened.
“That man- he- he- was one?” you questioned and he nodded his head.
“I was planning on catching up with you later the evening and one of them must’ve overheard my conversation with my sister.” he rambled.
“I punched a vampire.” you whispered and he chuckled slightly.
“You put up one hell of a fight Y/N.” he whispered and you smiled.
“I wasn’t prepared to die for a guy who hasn’t even taken me out on one date.” you smiled and he returned it but it quickly faded.
“What happened to my friends?” you questioned as the panic started to set in.
“My brother- Niklaus- took them to their accomodation. He- compelled them.” he stated, “He made them forget.”
You looked up at him. “Can you compel people to?”. He nodded,
“If you want I can do the same for-” he stated painfully but you quickly interrupted him.
“No!” you blurted.
“Your not frightened of me are you?” he questioned slightly locking eyes with you once more.
“You saved me Elijah, and you looked after me.” you explained, “I don’t think I’ll ever be afraid of you.”
“I’m a monster Y/N.” he sighed irritably.
“You saved me- a person you barely knew.” you defended. “Your taking care of me Elijah- you are not a monster.” you forced.
He nodded, “Maybe we’ll argue this later?”
You shook your head the dull ache returning, Elijah taking the towel again. Slowly dabbing it onto the open wound on your forehead.
“We may continue arguing the case over dinner perhaps?” he stated, a sly smile curling from his lips.
“I can’t help but accept Elijah.” you smiled, only slight mimicking his own words and tone. You smiled up at him. How beautiful he was and yet he still believed that after saving you- he’d still be a monster. You were determined to change that. He wasn’t a monster.
He might be a vampire- but not a monster. You were sure of it.
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Roxanne King left the big city looking for a simpler life, but after years of proving herself on a SWAT team in…
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Seraphina Guidry loves Butterfly Bayou. A young, single mom, she’s trying to find a place for herself in the town she cherishes, but past mistakes have made her wary. She adores her son but has sworn off men. She’s dedicated herself to restoring an…
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Caught between the woman he’s coming to love and the only family he has left, Harry knows he has to follow his heart.
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