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[riddles-n-games]

Together is Better

Oren retrieved the key from his toolbox but he didn’t give it to me. He gave it to Zara, then told me to get ready for school.

“Have you lost your mind?” I asked him, my jaw going slack with shock. “I’m not going to school.”

“It’s the safest place for you right now,” Oren said.

“Hardly,” I muttered. 

My bodyguard only gave me a brief pointed look before whipping out the biggest gun in the arsenal, “Alisa will agree with me.”

I couldn’t help the scoff that escaped when I retorted, “Alisa’s doing damage control from the interview. I’m sure the last thing she wants is me out in public. No one would question why I might want to stay home.” Home. Yes, that’s what Hawthorne House has become despite the short time I’ve been here.

“Country Day isn’t public,” Oren told me, and a few seconds later, as if clearly intent on putting me in the wrong, he had Alisa on speakerphone, and she was echoing what he stated earlier: I was to put on my private school uniform, put on my best face, and pretend that nothing had happened. 

If we treated this like a crisis, it would be seen as a crisis. Easy for her to say when she wasn’t the one put on the spot on national television with yet another large mystery about her past unraveling before her very eyes.

Since I’d promised to keep Alisa in the loop, I told her everything, and she still didn’t change her mind. “Act normal,” she told me and I gritted my teeth, growling in frustration once she dropped the call. 

“Well, aren’t you two just full of pleasant surprises and moral support?” I snapped at the phone and glared at Oren before I went to my room. He didn’t follow, for once.

I hadn’t been normal in weeks. But less than an hour later, I was dressed in a pleated skirt, a white dress shirt, and a burgundy blazer, with my hair tousled just so and my makeup minimal. Preppy with an edge, for all the world to see—or at least all the denizens of Heights Country Day School.

I felt like I had on my very first day. No one looked directly at me, but the way they were not-looking at me felt far more conspicuous. Jameson and Xander slipped out of the car after me, and each of them took one of my sides. At least this time, it was me and the Hawthornes against the world. 

My eyes wandered over the front of the main building as I tried ignoring the stupid not-stares. Sure, I could take the typical high school nonsense, even at the rich kid private school level, but today I just didn’t want to. I was tired of feeling like a puppet on strings and yet, I had a feeling that for the time being and some years to come, that would be my role to play. 

I lingered for a minute and let out an irritated sigh, dropping my gaze to the ground. It was going to be a long day, after all, so I could afford a few more seconds to steady myself before the madness. The sunlight hit the cement tiles and to my surprise, I saw three shadows instead of just the one. They’re still here. Gratitude flooded me like a river. If there was one thing I wanted at the moment, it was to not be alone and if I could commend anyone for having my trust outside of Libby and Max, it was the Hawthorne brothers. They proved to be loyal and trustworthy to each other and to me. I knew that now. 

It gave me enough confidence to pull myself together and to continue towards the doors. The brothers clearly weren’t leaving without me; that message was crystal to me and everyone around us. And so, we walked together, our footsteps relatively in sync until the very last moment before we reached the doors, another wave of uncertainty hit. 

For what felt like the hundredth time in the last month, I felt out of control. My body seemed to go on autopilot because I stopped in my tracks and my feet refused to move as if I was terrified to go inside the school. But I knew I wasn’t and it was just the constant nerve wracking revelations and shifting narrative that’s been leaving me so disoriented. It felt jarring; the rise in my hesitation was all it took to leave me faltering physically.

The boys looked back. “Avery, you ok?” Xander asked. I didn’t respond but shook my head. Words seemed to be failing me too. 

“Go on without me,” I managed to croak out a little later. I had no idea what was going on with me. So much for acting as if nothing happened and it’s not like that was the most dire thing that occurred up to this point. The younger Hawthorne nodded at me and opened the door to head in but not without leaving me with a worried lookover.

Jameson, on the other hand, didn’t budge. He came right back down the steps and took one of my hands in his. His skin was reassuringly warm and soothing to the touch. I looked at him, confused. 

“You got this, Heiress,” he murmured, rubbing circles over my thumb. I squeezed his hand tighter and for once, I believed him. 

"Thank you,” I whispered.

Jameson’s concerned look softened and he smiled at me. “You’re welcome.”

Then we headed together inside, Xander waiting on us in the lobby. Only after we got to my first class did I notice that he never let go of my hand. But then, neither did I his and maybe I didn’t want to.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this; it's been a while since I've written fanfic for this fandom and I craved some Averyjameson content so here it is. You can find this fanfic on ao3 as well if you prefer that format instead. Also, if you're interested in more Inheritance Games fanfics, I have mine under the tab Hawthorne Vault. Stay tuned for more.

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[mrsbsmooth]

thanks @mrs-youcef for the tag!

I'm on a bit of a pop kick at the moment because I'm using it to write with, so there's a lot of newer stuff in here that normally wouldn't grace my top 15.

Here are my 15 favourite songs right now:

Coast (Feat. Anderson .Paak) - Hailee Steinfeld

Words (Feat Zara Larsson) - Alesso

More Than a Friend - GIRLI

Game Day - Skylar Stecker

Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter

BOYSHIT - Madison Beer

One Right Now (with The Weeknd) - Post Malone

Number One Fan - MUNA

I Don't Wanna Talk (I Just Wanna Dance) - Glass Animals

NOW - Olivia O'Brien

Woolwich Arsenal (DLR) - KwolleM, DC

Coward - Chip

Straight In - Aystar

Baby - Aitch, Ashanti (Yeah, *still* listening to this)

Make Me Feel - Janelle Monae

Tagging @mercedesdecorazon @longbobmckenzie @i-boop-you @crimswnred @sparxaf @oliverslove and @caitkaminski!

[futuristic-coffinnails-x]

In the fetid underbelly of Neo-Tokyo, where neon signs cast sickly shadows and chrome-plated ghosts stalk the night, Silas Stone tinkers with forbidden knowledge. His latest creation, the Yami no Tobira (Door of Darkness), hums with an ominous glow, promising a glimpse into the unseen realms beyond the veil. But in Shimizu's world, such gateways rarely lead to enlightenment, only deeper into the spiraling abyss.

When the Tobira creaks open, it doesn't reveal new worlds, but an echo chamber of nightmares. Grotesque entities with limbs like contorted pipes writhe in perpetual twilight, and the very air hangs heavy with the stench of decay. Silas, caught in the malevolent pull, becomes a hollow shell, his mind imprisoned within the Yami no Tobira's twisted labyrinth.

Enter Zara, Silas's niece, her eyes haunted by echoes of past traumas and her resolve forged in the fires of a city perpetually teetering on the brink. Unlike the helpless victims Shimizu often portrays, Zara carries a burning determination. Armed with an arsenal of ancient talismans and fueled by unwavering affection, she plunges into the Yami no Tobira, ready to reclaim her uncle from the clutches of the unseen.

But the darkness within the Tobira holds more than just twisted landscapes. Lurking shadows coalesce into malevolent figures, each a chilling reflection of Zara's deepest fears and regrets. There's Tetsuo, a cybernetic specter driven by insatiable ambition, mirroring Zara's own buried desire for recognition. Yurei, a vengeful spirit consumed by loss, echoes the pain Zara carries from her past. And the enigmatic Onmyoji, a master of the occult with secrets veiled in shadows, offers dubious assistance with a chilling price.

Zara's journey takes her through landscapes straight out of a Shimizu nightmare: abandoned subway stations echoing with disembodied whispers, decaying skyscrapers where spirits cling to shattered windows, and desolate wastelands haunted by the restless dead. In each chilling tableau, she must confront not only the horrifying entities but also the splintered fragments of her own psyche they represent.

The climax unfolds in a terrifying ballet of spectral shadows. Zara, armed with courage honed in the face of despair and a newfound understanding of her own darkness, confronts the twisted manifestations of her fears. The battle is a chilling dance of flickering lights and inky shadows, each blow echoing the struggle within her own soul. Through sheer will and a flicker of compassion, she shatters the illusions, not only freeing Silas but also finding solace in the acceptance of her inner demons.

Emerging from the Yami no Tobira, Neo-Tokyo appears unchanged, yet an unsettling stillness hangs in the air. Silas, forever marked by his ordeal, vows to use his knowledge to mend the unseen wounds of the city. Zara, scarred but resolute, continues to navigate the shadows, ever vigilant against the malevolent forces that lurk just beyond the veil.

This Shimizu-inspired "Catatonic Man" retains the themes of self-confrontation, the weight of the past, and the terrifyingly thin line between sanity and madness. However, it infuses them with the chilling atmosphere and unsettling psychological horror that define Shimizu's work. It's a tale of resilience, acceptance, and the enduring echoes of darkness that linger even in the heart of a neon-drenched metropolis.

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[linkvaobong88]

Bong88 đưa tin: Juventus quyết tâm "giải cứu" Sanchez

Sanchez được cho là sẽ rời Arsenal vào cuối mùa giải năm nay. Hiện tại, Juventus chính là điểm đến tiềm năng nhất cho ngôi sao người Chile.

Theo talkSport, Juventus rất sẵn lòng bỏ ra một số tiền lớn để có được sự phục vụ của Alexis Sanchez trong kỳ chuyển nhượng mùa Hè sắp tới.

Xem thêm:

https://linkvaobong88ag.club/soi-keo

Sanchez đang một mình "gồng gánh" cả Arsenal trong mùa giải năm nay tại Premier League. Sau 25 trận đấu, ngôi sao người Chile đã có 17 bàn thắng, qua đó góp công lớn vào thành tích hiện tại của Arsenal.

Tuy nhiên, đã có rất nhiều tin đồn cho rằng anh sẽ ra đi vào mùa Hè năm nay sau khi không có được thành công cùng đội bóng chủ sân Emirats. Hiện tại, Sanchez vẫn chưa ký vào bản hợp đồng mới với Arsenal.

Tin Nổi Bật

Bảng xếp hạng Ngoại hạng Anh 2021/22. BXH Ngoại hạng Anh mới nhất. BXH Ngoại hạng Anh mùa này

Lịch thi đấu Ngoại hạng Anh mới nhất. Kết quả bóng đá Ngoại hạng Anh. Danh sách vua phá lưới NHA

Kênh trực tiếp bóng đá hôm nay (V.League, Ngoại hạng Anh, Champions League...) - Lịch thi đấu bóng đá hôm nay

Lịch thi đấu V.League 2022. Kết quả V.League 2022. Bảng xếp hạng V.League 2022. Lịch thi đấu bóng đá hôm nay. Trực tiếp bóng đá hôm nay

Juventus đang đi đầu trong cuộc đua giành lấy Sanchez sau khi mùa giải năm nay kết thúc. Đội bóng đến từ Serie A sẵn sàng chi khoảng 35 triệu Bảng để đổi lấy sự phục vụ của tiền đạo 28 tuổi. Để có được ngân sách cho phi vụ này, Bà Đầm Già sẽ bán đứt Kingslay Coman và Simone Zara cho Bayern Munich và Valencia.

[thedjmusic]

Spotify Top 250 New Melodic Underground 2022-04-30

DOWNLOAD: https://thedjmusic.com/music/spotify_top_250_new_melodic_underground_2022_04_300

DATA CREATED: 2022-04-30 TOTAL: 250 GENRE: Trance, Progressive House, Melodic House & Techno, Electronica

2Sher - Leaving (Extended Mix)

2passion - Stranger @ Night (Extended Mix)

3KM, Lost Knowledge - Can't Help Myself (Extended Mix)

7 SKIES - Sushi (Elevven Extended Mix)

AFTERUS - 3six9 (Extended Mix)

AFTERUS - Drifting In The Dark (Extended Mix)

AIA - Alternate Dimension (6am Instrumental Mix)

AIA - Alternate Dimension (Extended Mix)

AK, Eric Lumiere - Keep Your Light On

AVIRA, Dan Soleil - Surrender (Extended Mix)

Achilles, Lister, Jessie Lee Thetford - As The Rush Comes (Extended Mix)

Adam Taylor - Immortalise (Extended Mix)

Alan Sharkey - Discovery (Extended Mix)

Alessandro Conti - Majestic (Extended Mix)

Alexander Popov, Ahmed Helmy - Resolution (Extended Mix)

Andre Wildenhues - Sunriver (Original Mix)

Andy Cain, Zara Taylor - Music Box (Extended Mix)

Apollo Nash, Julia Ross - You Don't (Extended Mix)

Armin Van Buuren, Florentin, Jordan Grace - Echoes (Extended Mix)

Arsen & Cyan, Jennifer Rene - The Wire (Extended Mix)

Arthesia vs DalNulla - Mantha (Extended Mix)

Asher Swissa, Korolova,Evelynka - Under the Moonlight (Extended Mix)

Atragun, Second Mars - Autumn Hearts (2022 Mix)

Atragun, Second Mars - Autumn Hearts (A.R.D.I. Remix)

Atribut - Life (Extended Mix)

Avenia, Maratone - Lunar (Extended Mix)

BTY - Remember (Extended Mix)

BTY - Remember (Instrumental Mix)

Beat & Voice - Amazon (Extended Mix)

Beat & Voice - This Road We Take (Claas Inc. Remix)

Beat & Voice - This Road We Take (DJ Dean Remix)

Beat & Voice - This Road We Take (Extended Mix)

Ben Böhmer - Slow Wave (Original Mix)

Ben Böhmer - Slow Wave (The Blaze Remix)

Ben Gold, Yasmin Jane - Searching (For A Kinder Love) (Extended Mix)

BetaHouse Mafia - The Evolution (Extended Mix)

Blink Project - Electro City (Original Mix)

Blue Serigala - Push To Shock (Extended Mix)

Blue Serigala - Virago (Extended Mix)

Boriz Vicious - Adios Madre (Remaster 2022)

Boriz Vicious - Blood Moon (Original Mix)

BreaKevin - Push (Extended Mix)

Bryan Kearney, Out Of The Dust, Plumb - Take This (Extended Mix)

Calvin O'Commor - Emotion (Extended Mix)

Casepeat - Crystal Clouds (Extended Mix)

Casey Rasch - Infinite Worlds (Extended)

Che Jose, Jodie Knight - Here With Me (Original Mix)

Chris Connolly - The Beauty Of Them (Extended Mix)

Chris H. - Endorphine (Extended Mix)

Claudiu Adam - No One Else (Extended Mix)

Conjure One, Jeza - Wolves At The Door (Shogun Extended Remix)

Conjure One, Jeza - Wolves At The Door (Sunlounger Extended Remix)

Costa, Hanna Finsen - The Season Of The Broken Heart (Extended Mix)

Cuprite - Gypsum (Original Mix)

Cuprite - We Are The Light (Morttagua Remix)

Cuprite - We Are The Light (Original Mix)

DaWTone, Marat Malakhov - Not Regular (Original Mix)

DaWTone, Marat Malakhov - Touch Of Beauty (Original Mix)

Dan Kingsley - Afterglow (Extended Mix)

Darren Porter - Timelapse (Extended Mix)

David Forbes - Take Me Up (Extended Mix)

Denis Efremov - My Soul (Extended Mix)

Denis Efremov - Outside (Extended Mix)

Dmitriy Osipov - After The Rain (Original Mix)

Dmitry Molosh - River Pond (Andrea Cassino Remix)

Dmitry Molosh - River Pond (Ejaz Ahamed Remix)

Dominant Space, Discordia - To The Moon (Extended)

Dominik Walter - Cocktail Girl (AFTERUS Remix)

Dominik Walter - Cocktail Girl (Kye Murray Remix)

ELSI-X - Imagination (Orignal Mix)

Ed Lev, SFY - Let's Run Away (Bass Agents Extended Remix)

Ed Lev, SFY - Let's Run Away (Extended Mix)

Ed Sánchez - Fallen Tears (Extended Mix)

Elite Electronic, Dmpv, Anveld - Mirzam (Extended Mix)

Eugene Becker - Not Found (Extended Mix)

Eugene Becker, Alex Pich - Cassini (Extended Mix)

Eugene Becker, Staysis - Stowaway (Extended Mix)

Exolight, Frank Waanders - Exception (Extended Mix)

Fabrice - Pinewood (Extended Mix)

Farnoodex - Sound Of Aleph (Extended Mix)

Ferry Corsten, Dustin Husain - Timeout (Extended Mix)

Fonzerelli - When Silence Is Too Much (Extended Mix)

Frank Larios, German Ortiz - Musical Essence (Gayax Remix)

Frank Larios, German Ortiz - Musical Essence (Original Mix)

Gareth Emery, Roddy Woomble - This Is Not The End (Extended Mix)

Golden Angel - Victory (Extended Mix)

Graham Wootton - No Other Way (Original Mix)

Grande Piano - White Eagles (40Thavha Remix)

Grande Piano - White Eagles (Intro Mix)

Grande Piano - White Eagles (Orchestral Mix)

Grande Piano - White Eagles (Original Mix)

Grande Piano, DreamLife - Strange World (Original Mix)

Hel:Sløwed - Flashed (Extended Mix)

Henry Caster - Contrast Motion (Original Mix)

Henry Caster - Nova (Original Mix)

Hide & Seek - Equinox (Extended)

High On Mars, Wailey - Spirits Of Dawn (Extended Mix)

High On Mars, Wailey - Spirits Of Dusk (Extended Mix)

Inner Heart - Insomnia (Original Mix)

Inrayzex, Malene - Touch The Sky (Extended Mix)

Interstellar - Space Time (Miles I.D Remix)

Interstellar - Space Time (Original Mix)

Interstellar - Space Time (Ula Remix)

Irregular Ratio - Is It Enough? (Extended Mix)

Isei - Lizards (Clion Remix)

Isei - Lizards (Original Mix)

Jayface - Stratocomulus (Original Mix)

Jhonny Vergel - Pleasant Year (Original Mix)

Johannes Fischer - The Seeds Of Hope (1st Piano Version)

Johannes Fischer - The Seeds Of Hope (2nd Piano Version)

Johannes Fischer - The Seeds Of Hope (Original Mix)

John Askew - Bat Shit Crazy (Extended Mix)

Jordan Suckley - Tribal Senses (Extended)

Joseph Ray - Changing Lanes (Original Mix)

Joss Langdon - Lost In The Abyss (Extended Mix)

Jox - Violetta (Extended Mix)

Joyline Snow - Yesterday (Extended Mix)

Kandar, Morning Delusions - Mar Del Plata (Fabri Lopez Remix)

Kandar, Morning Delusions - Mar Del Plata (Luciano Scheffer Remix)

Kandar, Morning Delusions - Mar Del Plata (Original Mix)

Kenny Palmer - Nagrand (Extended Mix)

Klassy Project, Lokka Vox - Destiny (Extended Mix)

Kriess Guyte - The Volume (Extended Mix)

Lasse Macbeth, Josie Sandfeld - You Can't Save Me (Extended Mix)

atDusk - Poggers (Original Mix)

Last Soldier - Harmony (Extended Mix)

LawLess - Make Me New (Fade Away) (Extended Mix)

Lee Cabrera - Self Control (Extended Mix)

Leo Van Goch, The Sixth Sense - Follow The Sign (Original Mix)

Liam Melly - The Noise (Extended Mix)

Lost Witness, Roberta Harrison - Close To Home (Extended Mix)

Lost Witness, Roberta Harrison - Close To Home (The Conductor & The Cowboy Extended Remix)

Lufthaus - To The Light (Extended Mix)

Luisenhain - Flowers (Original Mix)

Luisenhain - Moonrabbit_#1 (Original Mix)

Luisenhain - Moonrabbit_#2 (Original Mix)

Lukysh - Crossroads (DJ Version)

MYR - Delta (Extended Mix)

Mabshur - Above The Water (Original Mix)

Mabshur - Around The World (Original Mix)

Made Of Light, Zara Taylor - Empty Promises (Extended Mix)

Marc Van Linden, Michael Retouch - Life Beyond (Original Mix)

Marc Ward - Szczecin (Extended Mix)

Marco V - Run & Hide (Extended Mix)

Mario De Caine - Voice Of Eternity (Original Mix)

Mark Versluis - Crystal City (Extended Mix)

Martnello - Take Me Now (Extended Mix)

Masaru Hinaiji, Kayumai - Love Song (Dub Mix)

Masaru Hinaiji, Kayumai - Love Song (Original Mix)

Master Beat Projekt - Atmosphere (Liquidized Elements Remix)

Master Beat Projekt - Atmosphere (Original Mix)

Master Beat Projekt - Atmosphere (Ruben De Jong Techmix)

Michael Mashkov - Coastal (Ericksii Extended Remix)

Michael Mashkov - Coastal (Extended Mix)

Michael Milov - Without Him (Extended Mix)

Michel Westerhoff - Pannenkoeken (Extended Mix)

Minicied - Trust (Extended Mix)

Minicied - Trust (T Davids Extended Remix)

Mino Safy - Constancy (Extended Mix)

Mobil - Childhood (Original Mix)

Modera - Aura (Extended Mix)

Modera, KYAND - To Find You (Extended Mix)

Myde - Thunderstorm (Extended Mix)

N-sKing - Fantastic Moon (Etasonic Club Mix)

N-sKing - Fantastic Moon (Etasonic Extended Remix)

N-sKing, STNX - ERS (Extended Mix)

Nick Callaghan - A New Day Rising 2022 (Extended Mix)

Nick De Wit - A New Life (Extended Mix)

Nick The Kid, Ed Lynam - Lost & Found (Extended Mix)

Nicky Adams - Victims (Extended Mix)

Nifra - Resistance (NOMADsignal Extended Remix)

Nikolauss - KogaiononSimon Patterson - Black Rock (Extended Mix)

Nipika - Lost In Love (Original Mix)

Nomosk - Stay With Me (Extended Mix)

OLAN - Promise To Keep (Original Mix)

OLAN - Wake And Return (Extended Mix)

Oliver Smith - Snowfall (Extended Mix)

Oscar Anzo - Dark Fate (Extended Mix)

PITTARIUS CODE, Konnekted, Tara Louise - Unbreakable (Extended Mix)

Paipy - Heaven (Extended Mix)

Parnassvs - Advanced Circuitry (Extended Mix)

Paul elov8 Smith - Way Out West (Original Mix)

Pete K - Rubicon (Extended Mix)

Phillip J, Kim Casandra - Imaginary Friend (Extended Mix)

Physical Phase - Juno (Original Mix)

Physical Vibes - The Ritual (Original Mix)

Polzn Bladz - Fingers Crossed (Extended Mix)

Polzn Bladz - On Hold (Extended Mix)

Project 8 - Trouble (Original Mix)

Prox - Afterlife (Extended Mix)

Rafael Osmo - Pilot (Original Mix)

Ram, Alex M.O.R.P.H. - Youniverse (Extended Mix)

Rated R - Oogachacka (Extended Mix)

Rayd8 - Let Me Show You (Extended Mix)

ReOrder, Jordan Tobias, Crowd+Ctrl, Ellae - Hysteria (Extended Mix)

Ricardo Guerra - Kingdom Of Light (Original Mix)

Richard Lowe - Midnight Moves (Extended Mix)

Rodri Santos - The Orchid (Interstellar Remix)

Roman Messer, Romy Wave - Leave You Now (Allen Watts Extended Remix)

Sanani - Metaverse (Extended Mix)

Se7en Cycles - Elysian (Extended Mix)

Sean & Dee - New Dawn (Extended Mix)

Semper T. - Afflatus (Extended Mix)

Simon Bostock - Reflect (Extended Mix)

Simon Patterson - Black Rock (Extended Mix)

Smith & Brown - Got The Power (Extended Mix)

Sneijder - Magika (Extended Mix)

Sonalyis, Jose Bumps - Teleport (Iberian Remix)

Sonalyis, Jose Bumps - Teleport (Original Mix)

SoundLift, Susanne Teutenberg - Hoping Against Hope (Extended Mix)

Stan Kolev, SANTIABLO - Tikuna (Original Mix)

StanV - The Embrace (Extended Mix)

StanV - Watershed (Extended Mix)

Starpicker - 11110 (Extended Mix)

Steve Dekay - Nectar (Extended Mix)

Steven Weston, Låpsley - Like I Used To (Original Mix)

Steven Weston, RHODES - Lighter Than Love (Original Mix)

Steven Weston, Taė - One More Time (Original Mix)

T.O.M. - Funkotron (Original Mix)

TEKNO, DJ T.H., Richard Bedford - Make U Mine (Extended Mix)

Talla 2xlc, Alessandra Roncone, Madwave - Eclipse (Extended Mix)

Taylor Torrence, Ava Silver - Oxygen (Extended Mix)

Tensteps, Dean Chalmers - Chasing Fires (Eximinds Extended Remix)

The Conductor & The Cowboy, STOBY, G Coulter, Aero Vaquera - Sirens (Beautiful Lies) (Club Mix)

The Conductor & The Cowboy, STOBY, G Coulter, Aero Vaquera - Sirens (Beautiful Lies) (Enigma State Extended Remix)

The Conductor & The Cowboy, STOBY, G Coulter, Aero Vaquera - Sirens (Beautiful Lies) (Original Extended Mix)

The Conductor & The Cowboy, STOBY, G Coulter, Aero Vaquera - Sirens (Beautiful Lies) (STOBY & G Coulter Extended Remix)

This Culture - It's Not Too Late (Extended Mix)

Thomas Santosa - Fading Away (Extended Mix)

Tim Van Werd, Diana Miro - Too Many Games (Extended Mix)

Trey Mirror, bailey - Going Home (Original Mix)

Trey Vinter - Extraction (Extended Mix)

Trey Vinter - Malachite (Extended Mix)

Tritonal, Marlhy - Back To My Love (Original Mix)

TyDi, JES - Just Believe (Darude Extended Remix)

Tycoos, Kate Miles - Edge Of Paradise (Deme3us Remix)

U-G - 80,000 Ft. (Extended Mix)

U-G - 80,000 Ft. (Maxeus Remix)

UDM - Airwave (Extended Mix)

Ula - Vegapunk (Original Mix)

Vallenya, FOYT - Sayuna (Original Mix)

Weekend Heroes - Dragonfly (Extended Mix)

Weekend Heroes - Elevate (Extended Mix)

WhiteLight - Eternal Spring (Extended Mix)

Will Atkinson, Cari Golden - Cigarettes & Kerosene (T78 Extended Remix)

William Schneider - Communication (Extended Mix)

William Schneider - Dreams We Made (Extended Dub Mix)

William Schneider - Dreams We Made (Extended Mix)

William Schneider - Stellar (Extended Mix)

Yvvan Back, BigNoise - Enough (Extended Mix)

[gonuclear]

happy father’s day to zara ideale 🥴

#black clover #father’s day #zara ideale #arsene speaks #for legal reasons im joking

[worldwidewagsstyle1]

Jessica Sterling (David Ospina | Arsenal) wore:

Zara Colored Flowing Pants -$69.90

#jessica sterling #david ospina #arsenal #colombia nt #zara #wags #arsenal wags

[rookvonhunt]

Tell me more about your redhead anarchists, please.. Perhaps I can throw one more into their group if they allow new guys.. :)

GSHHDDHDJ okay so like of course... They're always open for applications

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Mauve

Mauve is. Mauve. She has no maiden name and is one of DAC's token problem children.

The only authority she respects are those from her school, knowing they're able to absolutely body her.

She's a flirt, and because of this everyone is genuinely surprised when they find out she is in fact an engaged woman.

She never goes past casual flirting though , her partner has given her their blanket consent to flirt ♡

She's related distantly to Candice Pip.

Says fuck the patriarchy every day of her life.

Of course she has pink and blue hair and has pronouns

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Zara Destok

Listen one thing about these next three is that they are my most popular characters among the public and Zara is the current offender ♡

He doesn't take well to men , or those that are masc aligned BUT he's loved for his boobs and the fact that with his hands he will protect women. Except that one time.

Able to crush metal in his bare hands.

He's well known to be stupid. All brawn absolutely no brain. His first instinct in a dangerous situation isn't fight. It is Kill.

But also look at him. Look at his pretty ass. Could you possibly hate him.

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Alucard Bathory

He's twisted from Alcina Dimitrescu.

He's hot He's evil He's tall and he hates men.

Also loves his three little brothers with all his heart they are all that matters to him.

+ he has a rare blood disorder that can kill him but by God he will kill you first.

Need i say more

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Dixie

Ah yes... the first ever tenko tumblr sexyman

Dixie is twisted from the evil queen's dagger and has been described as the bisexual dream.

He's a southern heartthrob and the fourth most famous person in Twisted wonderland. Famous for his punk rock music and non conformist way of life.

He is Riddle Rosehearts' older cousin , and an older brother of three that raises them for the most part when he's home.

He's known for being a lover of blondes, showcased with Sunny Daze ( @/lanssorien ) and Vil Schoenheit.

An arsonist also , though his management has never been able to catch him in the act. Dont worry he only burns the fed buildings ♡♡♡

Loves helping people, the most genuine person on this list, but he has an arsenal of personal issues that I shan't elaborate upon right now.

#mauve #nuraveil #zara destok #arachninox #alucard bathory #villamania #dixie #vixen d. rosehearts

[harebrainedscheme]

Soft Edges, Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Fethry in FOWL AU courtesy of Zara 2148

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Same warning tags as in the previous chapter, but the violence and implied child abuse is a bit more detailed this time around.

He learned how to take a blow before he learned how to deal one.

In a house with fragile and brittle air, that could be shattered at any moment- by one wrong move, one wrong word,-he learned to watch the movement in a shoulder, to predict where the blow would land, learned when to steady himself in preparation and when to go limp, learned how to tell by feel and pacing when the hits were coming to their end or when they were going to start up again.

Curled up in his best hiding spot, beak clamped shut, fists balled tight, he spent hours staring at the peeling wallpaper decorated with flowers bending to a non-existent wind. In that small and dusty space between the wall and couch, he’d squeeze his eyes shut, trying to force back the hot burning tears, choking on the dust coating the floorboards, swallowing his own shaky breath because he couldn’t let himself cry out or else he’d be found and his best hiding space would be ruined. He'd pull his knees to his chest resembling a small, trembling ball, pressed into himself, trying to make himself disappear entirely.

“What are you, stupid???”

The shout that shattered the walls.

He had spilled a purple drink, adding the newest stain to the already splotched carpet.

“What are you, stupid???”

They ran out of laundry detergent, so he tried using dish soap instead. The result was a flood of soapy bubbles spilling from the washing machine.

“Worthless! Ruined! How could you be so stupid???”

His shoes had become too tight but he was too afraid to ask for a new pair so he cut a slit in the back so at least his spur- which he realized was growing longer, stronger, and sharper- wouldn’t cut into the rest of his foot.

"What are you, stupid???"

The question rang out, harsh and sharp, shattering the air, shattering the walls, sending a rain of broken bits of crystal, all down on him.

The question echoed through his skull, sending tremors up and down his body, aching like the bruises blossoming under his feathers.

Every inch of him trembled. His hands were balled into tights fists, squeezing so hard as if what he was feeling was physically manifest in the palms of his hands. As if, if he squeezed tightly enough, he could squish it out of existence, crush it, kill it.

“I’m not,” he risked a hoarse whisper, voice thick and raw, edged with everything he was trying so desperately to contain within himself.

“I’m not,” he whispered again. He felt a large hot tear slide across his beak.

He memorized the pattern of the floral wallpaper. It would permanently be tattooed to his mind..

He used to not mind school. He liked it because it wasn’t home. But then the teachers started making them read aloud. He couldn’t unhear the snickers and giggles sneaking in the corners of the classroom as he stared at a block of text that became a wall of words torn by slippery rivers of white space. No matter how hard he tried to zone in on a single word, break it into parts like the teacher said, the letters seemed to shift before his eyes, to jump from one space to another.

After that he stopped raising his hand during class. Stopped sharing his ideas and strategies on how the revolutionary soldiers should have fought the Birdish in 1776, or how he would have defeated the villain of the stories. His teachers always deemed his ideas as “very creative” or “how imaginative” through a tight, wavering smile. That was probably just code for stupid. Everyone thought he was stupid now.

He wasn’t sick this particular day he decided to stay home from school. But Rhodie Barkley hadn’t gone to school the day before. Which meant Rhodie Barkley wasn’t there to bully into doing his homework for him after school. Which meant he had no complete homework assignments to turn in this morning.

Rhodie Barkley always got gold stars on his homework assignments, Rhodie Barkley was adored by the teachers. Rhodie Barkley always brought a brand new soccer ball, to share with the other kids at recess, or a new video game, or a comic book or whatever new treasure his parents had bought him. Rhodie Barkley always got a new backpack every school year, never came to school with his books in a grocery bag or with shoes with holes in the bottom. He wasn’t a particularly big kid but Rhodie Barkely was a particularly small kid.

But yesterday Rhodie had been absent from school. So there was no point in going today.

He was thinking about stupid smart Rhodie Barkely and his stupid smart glasses and his stupid fresh, brand new backpack when he kicked the rock. A second later he heard the crash. The large jagged edges of glass lay there in the grass, glinting in the sunlight. The gaping hole in the window stared at him.

He knew he would be punished for it. Even if he hid all the broken pieces, even if he boarded up the window with cardboard , or better yet plastic wrap, it was only a matter of time- a handful of hours- before his mistake was discovered, and he’d be punished. So, instead, he ran away and never looked back.

He would find someplace better, travel the world, get rich on treasure hunting. If Scrooge McDuck could do it why not him? He just had to keep running and he’d find his palace eventually.

Instead, he found himself in the slums of St. Canard.

He wasn’t the only kid on the streets but he might have been the youngest. They weren’t a gang. Not exactly. There was no misunderstanding of loyalty or trust between the rag tag group of hoodlums. They just knew it was easier to survive in a community. Easier to pick a pocket if someone was the distraction. Easier to scavenge if the scouts could split off and report which neighborhood had the best haul for that day. Easier to evade the cops if someone was playing lookout.

It was there on the streets when he first learned how to throw a punch. Being the smallest in the group made him an easy target. But because he had spent so much time learning to prepare for them, he was good at predicting when and where the punches would be thrown. And that made him good at dodging them. He noticed when his opponent shifted their weight, when they pulled their shoulder back, took into consideration the length of their arms.

The first time he hit someone, it was another street kid, three years older and probably a good head taller than him.

He used to hide in the space between the couch and the wall, with nothing in view except for the floral wallpaper. He used to curl into a ball, staring at the flowers in the wallpaper, squeezing his fists tight, trying to hold everything in. And now, with his fists curled the same way, he let everything out.

It felt good. Really good.

Pretty soon, he became known for never shying away from a fight. Even if it was 5 to 1. Pretty soon, he became known for picking fights, even if it was 5 to 1, with the odds against him. And pretty soon, he got good at throwing punches, really good.

Brutal. Ruthless. That’s what they called him. When he eventually found his way to the fighting ring, like so many in the street gang wound up, he learned to be quick, learned to use every tool in his arsenal, including his beak and spurs. The spin kicks didn’t come naturally. For someone of his size, they took hours of training before he could perform them with the dangerous efficiency needed. But that made them all the more of a surprise advantage when he did use them in the ring.

Using his beak though, that was second nature, came as easy as breathing. It became his signature move. Left hook, right hook, and finish it off with a peck straight to the skull. The goal wasn’t to actually do damage to the skull, bone was stronger than beak after all, just to hit the other guy with enough force that the brain rammed against the skull and the opponent dropped like a fly. It was his finishing move. Instant knockout, every time.

It’s how he won the title rank. It took years of training by day and competing by night but eventually he became the reigning champ. But his signature move was also how he lost his beak.

He took the title from a badger. She was a heavy hitter but a lousy dodger. He tired the badger out with evasive movements, leaned out of reach, and struck mostly with kicks. Until he finally got her against the ropes. Then it was lights out.

A year later, the badger came back to reclaim the title. He should have known something was wrong from the start.

The badger wasn’t striking with the same ferocity, wasn’t doging like she was trying to reclaim her title. When he finally got her where he wanted her-left hook, right hook-and was rearing back in preparation for the final blow she smiled at him. He didn’t think anything of it though, he went in to deliver the finishing blow. But at the last moment, she reared up and lunged herself towards him, meeting his beak with the front of her skull.

CRACK.

Pain laced through his entire body. He stumbled backward, hand reaching up to protect his beak but the slightest touch sent waves of white hot pain flaring across his nerves.

He would later overhear the cops say that since their last fight, the badger had a titanium plate surgically implanted in her skull.

He had felt the beak split when they made contact. He knew it had to be fractured. He had to regain his footing, had to get through the blinding pain, he was able to focus his vision just in time to see the badger advancing on him, something metallic around her knuckles caught the light.

He swung at the badger, but his footing was no good. Still backpedaling from the hit, his beak still splitting with the worst pain he ever felt, he didn’t stand a chance. The badger easily blocked his swing before advancing, shoving her full weight on top of him. The badger had him pinned to the floor, an illegal move, even in the underground ring, but no one was rushing in to stop it. The badger was delivering blow after blow. Blood spewed from his beak as the brass knuckles came in contact with his already fractured beak, he felt it split further, felt it cave under the force of the badger’s fist.

His vision swam as he teetered on the edge of consciousness. He probably would have died that day, if the cops hadn’t chosen that day of all days to bust the place. They hauled him away, kicking, screaming, injured, and bleeding... but alive.

Prison, the more he thought about it, wasn’t all that different from the underground ring. Sure his freedoms were limited to one hour of outside rec time, but other than that, the concrete walls, the absence of natural lighting practically made it homey. He even had plenty of his former competitors- those who hadn’t been lucky or quick enough to fly the coop once the feds busted the place- under the same roof with him.

He stared at the gray concrete ceiling through the darkness of his cell, trying to figure out which of his former fighting rivals had set him up. Someone had to have paid off the bouncers so they didn’t intervene when the badger pinned him against the floor, an illegal move, or smuggled in the brass knuckles, another illegal item.

Maybe the badger worked alone, to get revenge for her loss of the title, or maybe any one of his prison bunkies was waiting for the right moment to send a shiv in his belly.

“Hey you’re not allowed to be in h-” a guard’s voice was cut off by what sounded like the low buzz and crackle of raw, unfiltered electricity. The sound was followed by the satisfying thud of a body hitting the floor.

“Sorry man, we’re just going to have a quick look around,” came a woman’s voice, one he didn’t recognize as belonging to any of the guards. “What exactly are we looking for Heron?”

A second voice, an older, annoyed voice responded, “The buzzards seem to think, despite my reasoning to the contrary, that F.O.W.L needs more muscle lurking around the base. If you ask me, there’s already too many pea-brained goons in proximity of my lab and research.”

“Ugh. Tell me about it,” the first voice cut in “one of those egg heads barged into my lab thinking it was the bathroom. Walked right in on my light-sensitive nano tech experiment. Cost me an entire morning’s worth of work.”

“Why they sent us to this cest-pool of imbeciles to collect I’ll never understand!” The second voice responded. “Just find a couple of meatheads willing to work on F.O.W.L.'s dollar. Shouldn’t be too hard. This place stinks of desperation.”

The clack of footsteps echoed off the concrete floor, a figure appeared outside his cell door. Beyond the bars, he could make out the silhouette of a woman with short choppy hair wearing ripped and baggy jeans. He glowered at her, even pulling back his mangled maw, what was left of it, into a fearsome snarl, he imagined that without the bandages to hide his mutilated horror, he must look pretty monstrous.

But this girl had nerves of steel. Didn’t even flinch. Instead she smirked.

“Hey Heron, I think I found your next pet project.”

“What on earth are you talking about,” came the second voice more annoyed than before.

“Just get over here and look. You can thank me later.”

The first figure stepped away only to be replaced with a second, older woman, dressed in a red dress and flashy white boots at least three decades out of style. But what captured his attention was the shiny robotic arm hanging at her side.

He shot her the same scowl he gave the first woman, if not with a few added degrees of malice. But this woman in red met his glare with a sharp and devilish grin that would have turned a lesser man’s nerves to jelly.

“Well, well, well,” her words rolled polished and sharp, “what do we have here?”

The choice she gave him wasn’t much of a choice. Join them in their plot to steal the world or be left behind in the hole.

He was a lousy poker player. He knew because sometimes when there was a delay in fights because of a sting operation the underground circuit barely caught wind of in time, fighters would pass the time by playing cards in the backroom of their secondary location.He often took too high a risk for too little reward. Sometimes he had trouble remembering which hands were the good ones.

“You don’t know when to fold kid,” a one-eyed boar had told him as he raked in a pile of chips after his pair of sevens and jack high hadn’t delivered the victory he was banking on.

Maybe the boar had been right. He had learned a long time ago to never let your opponent know when they had an advantage over you. Even if you were clueless to the situation, never admit your ignorance. Any advantage of your opponent was a weakness of yours and weakness got you killed. Play along, bluff your way to the bitter end and maybe, just maybe, you’d make it out alive.

So when this cyborg lady stood outside his cell, extending an invitation to ditch the hole for something else, he weighed the situation. As far as he could tell, she had every advantage over him. She was the one on the other side of the bars, she was the one with the robot arm. He on the other hand, was left with a gruesome, gaping, grimace in place of what used to be his livelihood. He was in no position to be bargaining.

And yet, he recognized he had one, and only one advantage. For some reason, this cyborg lady wanted him. She took one look at him, and smiled with that wicked grin. She wanted him as her “pet project” whatever that meant. So, he decided to leverage the only advantage he had. Play hardball. Make her up her ante.

He wasn’t entirely sure how he did it to be honest. He didn’t follow half the things the lady in red told him but he did understand that they were looking for some guys to play the role of muscle. He could do that sure, better than any other guy in the hole. Any one of his prison mates could play the part of a low-level stooge, but he knew he was worth more than that. So, he took the gamble. He wanted better and he was willing to bet, the punk rock and disco duo had it up their sleeve.

She threatened to leave him to rot. But he didn’t fold. It looked like she was about to storm off without so much as a glance behind, but her eyes lingered on the stump that used to be his money maker. She frowned, glared, conflict crossed her features before she finally snapped “Fine!”

Next thing he knew he was trading in his orange jumpsuit for personally tailored suits, wrist shackles for mother-of-pearl cufflinks, and a broken and bloody stub-his trophy for a lifetime of violence- for something fierce and gleaming.

They never asked for his name and he didn’t mind. Standing in front of the mirror, admiring the foreign metal object welded to the center of his face, he decided ‘Steelbeak’ was as good a name as any he previously had.

He had a name back in the house with the flowery wallpaper, but that was seldom used, not as often as ‘Stupid’ anyway. But those memories weren’t visited anymore. They were tucked away, wrapped in cellophane and hidden in the recess of his mind.

He had been a nobody. A nameless, unidentified street urchin nobody was looking for, and then a nameless, rookie in the ring. He was either “hey kid” or “hey you”. In the ring he was either the winner or the loser. When he started winning consistently he was “the returning champ.” When he started getting more attention and more bets, he was brutal, ruthless; Not a name, a description. In prison he was given a number, but more often than not the guards referred to him as “the guy with the busted face”

His entire life, summed up in one crummy phrase. He had punched and clawed his way to the title, to the top. Fighting guys as desperate as he was. But in an underground fighting ring, the summit only reaches so high and the view at the top isn’t nearly as sweet as you hoped.

It almost wasn’t a loss when the cops broke it all up. At least from behind bars, the air was cleaner. But what was his victory? Caged off from the rest of the world with only the memory of being the best of the lowest, the champion of the gutters to keep him afloat?

But the lady in red, Black Heron, had told him he was going to help them steal the world from those who didn’t deserve it.

The world. It sounded like a good start.

The name Steelbeak could mean something, could strike fear into the hearts of anyone who heard it. As an agent of F.O.W.L. he could be somebody.

But he wasn’t stupid.

He had been around long enough to know how groups like this one worked. You were either useful, or you were dead.

He had thought that Black Heron was his partner. But she had made it clear to him that wasn’t the case and he was not about to make that mistake again.

Just like the gang of street kids, just like the underground ring, just like prison. No misunderstandings of friendship or loyalty. You don’t trust anyone farther than you can throw them. If you form an alliance, it’s because each has something they can gain from the other. Lower your guard and get a knife in the back, maybe literally.

So no, he wasn’t about to let his guard down.

And then he met Fethry Duck.

After the intelli-ray incident, Steelbeak and Heron were suspended from field duty. Heron sulked and withdrew to her private lab. Steelbeak was left to wander the halls aimlessly before the glorified babysitting duty was his newest form of punishment. His job was simple. Keep the asset clueless and make sure he didn’t stick his beak anywhere it didn’t belong. It was a mission so simple, that, according to Director Buzzard, not even Steelbeak could screw it up.

He hadn’t known what to expect from this obscure McDuck nephew. He knew from all the F.O.W.L. briefings he had been forced to sit through that all members of the McDuck family were threats, dangerous in their own way, even the little ones.

And then there was Fethry.

Fethry Duck, dismissed as a non-threat and an idiot by Director Buzzard. Stupid enough to hand himself over as an oblivious hostage. Fethry Duck, the subject of Heron’s under-the-breath mutterings, something about “playing into the stereotype” and “you sure that guy is only half loon?” Fethry Duck, who bought the cock-and-bull story of lab security being present to protect pending patents and unlicensed intellectual property or whatever the buzzard had come up with.

Fethry Duck, who hummed while he worked. Fethry Duck, who bobbed his head while he hummed. Fethry, who named each specimen he brought into the lab and spoke to them in a kind, reassuring way.

Steelbeak had tried to come off as menacing at first.

He was less than pleased to be forced to sit in a lab all day when Agent G or ghost guy were out doing who knows what, causing whatever havoc to the McDuck family. Meanwhile, he was being benched, reassigned to idle work that any egghead could have done in their sleep.

He retreated to the corner of the lab, arms crossed, glaring as the little guy from his metal stool as he rambled on about whatever he was working on. Steelbeak had tried the occasional interjection, cutting in with quips, borderline insults, or vaguely aggressive remarks. But they seemed to go right over the asset’s head. His persistent sunniness kept him buoyant, like an unsinkable battleship.

That was...a first. Steelbeak knew was an intimidating guy. His intimidation tactics were usually either met with cowering or matched aggression that usually ended in a brawl. Even when Steelbeak tried kicking it up a notch, casually dropping the fact that he had once dislocated the jaw of a grizzly with a single uppercut, or that he had been in prison prior to his current employment, the McDuck nephew responded with his characteristic smile and babbled on about something to do with the formation of pearls.

After weeks of being unable to get a rise out of the hostage, Steelbeak retreated to silence from his corner across the lab. But boredom overtook him in a matter of days and he eventually ventured over to the lab table where a shallow touch tank had been set up to cover most of the table.

“So what’s this mess?”

“Oh Mr. Steelbeak!” The duck beamed up at him, surprised but welcoming of his sudden interest. “I was just cataloging my newest specimen, say hello to Mr. Steelbeak, Angeline!

In his hands, the asset held a...well he wasn’t sure what… a weird, spikey looking ball. Steelbeak wouldn’t have guessed it was alive but the needle-like spikes shifted slightly, as if waving hello.

Fethry cupped the creature gently in his hands.

“You did fantastic Angeline! Thank you for your help, you can go back to your friends now,” and with that, he lowered his hands below the surface of the water, parted his palms, and allowed the small thing to slowly sink back down to the bottom of the touch tank.

He was always like that, Steelbeak had noticed. He always spoke to his lab specimens encouragingly with a gentle voice and moved with an even gentler touch.

Black Heron didn’t use live specimens very often in her lab. But even when she did, he couldn’t remember her ever speaking to them, never moving them with any consideration beyond getting them from point A to point B. Where Heron was all sharp angles and pointed glares, Fethry was all rounded edges and soft smiles.

Fethry gestured to the table behind him where more of the spiky balls sat unmoving in the touch tank.

“Magenta, Henry, Spike, Yolanda, Franklin, Gilbert the Gallavant, Rocky, and Rostia are deep sea urchins from the the Atlantic trench,” he said as he pointed out each one. “I’m trying to understand the effects of a mutanant agent on deep sea creatures.”

Steelbeak was a good deal taller than Fethry, so the duck had to look up to meet his eyes as he spoke. But that did nothing to hinder the enthusiasm of his voice.

“You see, these guys live on the ocean floor by hydrothermal vents. Those are cracks in the sea floor where superheated fluids and toxic minerals escape through. It’s a harsh environment but species like Angeline and her friends still find a way to live there. I think that the hydrothermal vents mutated them, that’s why they’re a different color and their spines are shaped differently from their cousins.”

He said this while gesturing to a cluster of bright red urchins Steelbeak hadn’t noticed earlier.

“They’re all part of the same family, but they’re different from each other. I’m trying to understand how and why the vents made them different.”

“So you’re trying to figure out what’s wrong with them?”

For the first time, Fethry’s smile slipped.

“Well, nothing’s wrong with them. They just changed,” he said softly. “Sometimes living things have to change to survive their environment. It’s called adaptation. Sea urchins can live almost anywhere, in tidepools where they’re close to the sunshine, in coral reefs where they have lots and lots of fish neighbors, or even in the deep, deep, total, absolute, very, very, bottom zone.”

“Adaptation?” Steelbeak repeated, “Is that good or bad?”

“Well…” Fethry rubbed the back of his neck as he picked his next words, “Just because something is different doesn’t mean its bad. And just because something changes from what it used to be doesn’t make it bad, but it doesn’t always make it good either. If Angeline and her friends wanted to move back to the tidepools, they might have a hard time adjusting. Does that make sense?”

Steelbeak shrugged.

“So what about this thing over here?” Steelbeak said, leaning in to stare at the slippery looking creature in a separate tank.

“That’s Noodle!” Fethry’s voice chimed from behind Steelbeak. “Usually electric eels live in shallow and murky waters, but Noodle here is a real marvel! You should see him when he sparks up! His natural bioluminescence lights up as he generates his electricity.”

Steelbeak frowned. Fethry had to be pulling his leg. But the genuine awe in his voice made Steelbeak hesitate.

“An electric eel? Even I know that water and electricity don’t mix. How could a fish make electricity without frying itself?"

“That’s a great question!” Fethry exclaimed, guileless enthusiasm rising to the surface again. Steelbeak waited for the snarl of laughter, waited for the duck’s features to twist into annoyance followed by a harsh bark of laughter at Steelbeak’s expense. But it never came.

“Scientists have been asking that same for years! The truth is that we don’t know. Electric eels can produce electricity to help them detect what’s in the water around them and even stun their prey. But for some reason, they’re not affected. Scientists don’t know if it’s a special coat of proteins on the eel’s skin or if they’re just resistant to their own shocks. ”

Steelbeak made the mistake of looking down at Fethry. He was surprised to see the duck was gazing back at him, with a soft, light smile brightening his features.

Steelbeak was caught off guard by a sudden...something. Some kind of movement, some kind of twist in his chest like a wet cloth being wrung out to dry.

“Yeah, w-well, I got electrocuted once. No big deal. Maybe all the other fish are just a bunch of wimps, ” he said crossing his arms.

“Were you okay?”

The duck peered up at him with wide, round, eyes, brimming with a gentle, genuine concern Steelbeak could not remember ever receiving.

And he felt it again, a sharp...pain?? Bigger this time, spreading like a jagged tear ripping at his ribcage.

He averted his eyes.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. It was no big deal. You should have seen the other guy.”

‘The other guy’ being a tiny plane flown by a group of dumb rats turned smart. But Steelbeak chose to omit that detail.

“Was it your beak? Is that how the other guy hurt you?”

“What? Why would you-” Steelbeak only then realized that at some point he had lifted his hand and began lightly rubbing his beak.

He tore his hand away. “This trap!” he snapped, a pointed finger gesturing towards his face “is the best on the block! I use it to hurt people who get on my nerves, not the other way around!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

But Steelbeak didn’t wait for Fethry to finish. Not wanting to deck the asset in a fit of sudden anger, Steelbeak stormed away, back to his usual corner. He slumped into his stool and let the asset continue to work in silence. At least that was his intention. But for the next few hours the asset kept glancing up in his direction while Steelbeak pretended to be staring across the room towards the door.

Steelbeak was content to ignore it, but as the hours passed and the day drew near its end, the McDuck sighed and looked up at Steelbeak.

“Mr. Steelbeak, I really am sorry. I always did have a bad habit of sticking my foot in my mouth.”

He rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke, eyes jumped from Steelbeak to the floor.

“And uh, well that just makes it all the more likely to start off on the wrong foot with someone.”

Steelbeak kept his arms crossed and his eyes forward.

“But uh- I don’t want to do that with you. I really do like having you around the lab and...I would never want to do something to upset you.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“But I do! And-and I’m going to!” The duck said with more force than Steelbeak was expecting.

He turned his head, channeling a glare like the kind he was used to receiving. The asset didn’t waiver, despite the perturbed look displayed across his face.

“What’s your deal?”

Umm...sorry, how do you mean?

Steelbeak leaned forward in his seat and locked eyes with the strange McDuck nephew.

“I mean, I tell you I get into fights, bad ones, the kind where you get electrocuted and maybe almost die. I tell you I spend time in prison, you know, where they throw away low-down criminals? I tell you that my face can be used to hurt people, and...and…”

For a moment, Steelbeak’s beak gaped for words, “and you don’t even flinch! You treat it like I just told you I pick daisies on weekends.”

To his credit, Fethry Duck didn’t seem to whither under his gaze as Steelbeak was half expecting him to do. Maybe this McDuck nephew was made of tougher stuff than he had been led to believe.

“Well, I-umm…” Fethry’s beak opened and closed as he searched for words. Open and honest in his nervousness as he was in all things. He lifted one arm to rub the sleeve of his oversized sweater.

Slowly, thoughtfully, he said, “I learned a long time ago, from someone important to me, that...that people are complicated...and its not fair to judge them before you know them.”

He chewed his lower beak before continuing. “My, um, my brother spent some time behind bars too...but well, no one is all good or all bad.”

“You have a brother?”

Steelbeak raked his mind trying to recall every member of the McDuck family tree they had been briefed on at those endless FOWL meetings. There was sailor nephew, lucky green nephew, lady nephew, the four mini-nephews.

Fethry nodded absently.

“My brother, Abner, he’s...he’s not a bad person. Everyone always said he was trouble, always glowering, kinda had a gruff way of talking to people but..”

Fethry’s voice had become softer, “He did some bad things but…”

He sighed and lifted his eyes back towards Steelbeak. As disarming as it was, Steelbeak forced himself not to look away.

“It doesn’t bother me that you were in prison, Steelbeak. I know that detail isn’t enough to make a fair assumption about someone.”

He looked up at him with such a clarity, eyes wide and clear like polished glass.

Steelbeak felt something catch in his chest. He fished his brain for something to say, but it felt like someone had taken a fork to his thoughts and whisked them like scrambled eggs. Fethry beat him to his next words anyhow.

“We’re going to be around each other a lot, and if it's alright with you, well, I hope we could start over, on the right foot.”

He was unguarded, Steelbeak realized. Not just in this moment, but all the time. That’s how he would describe him. Unguarded enthusiasm when he worked, unguarded sincerity when he spoke, unguarded softness in his smile and warmth in his eyes.

And for some reason, he didn’t want to shut that down.

“Yeah, sure,” he rasped, far lower than he had intended.

And Fethry smiled. That bright, beaming, smile that seemed to light up the rest of the underground lab.

It took an unfairly short time for Steelbeak to realize he enjoyed the company of Fethry Duck.

Weirdo, oddball, Fethry Duck.

Fethry Duck who sang to a jar of shrimp-no krill. Steelbeak remembered, Fethry had told them they were krill.

Fethry Duck, who always smiled when Steelbeak entered the lab. Fethry Duck, who always nodded and listened, really listened, whenever Steelbeak was talking, who never glared like he was waiting for Steelbeak to finish speaking, and who never, not even once, called any of his questions stupid.

Fethry even interjected with “great question!” or “I like the way you’re thinking!”

Talking to Fethry was easy, in a way Steelbeak had never experienced with anyone before. He never felt like he was in over his head when Fethry explained sciency stuff. He always did it in a way Steelbeak could follow with ease. Steelbeak never felt the need to bluff his way through the conversation, it always felt like they were on the same page and could build off the other’s train of thought.

What’s more he liked talking to Fethry. It wasn’t strategic, there was no underlying motive to try to get information out of one another.

Well other than the whole secretly-holidng-you-as-hostage-to-get-the-upper-hand-on-your-uncle thing. But Steelbeak tried to think about that as little as he could.

He liked listening to him ramble on about the social behaviors of arctic krill, he liked watching the way he would bob his head and flail his hands when he got really excited while describing strange-looking barnacle formations he’d come across.

He looked forward to seeing him in the lab every morning and at the end of the day, he replayed the conversations in his head long after they had ended. He could remember every detail of Fethry’s expression while he gave a rambling lecture on carcinisation and the way he tilted his head and softened his smile when Steelbeak spoke.

And that scared him, more than anything.

#fethsteel #tw implied child abuse #tw some violence #hare brain writes

[yeaahishowedupatyourparty]

THE SOCIETY - ROLES ANNOUNCED

The Society follows the story of a group of teenagers who must learn to run their own community after the rest of the population of their town (West Ham, Connecticut) disappears. The mystery begins when the students of the local high school return early from a canceled field trip and find that everyone else is gone.

A new series for netflix coming soon! written and directed by me :) 

ALLIE PRESSMAN - PLAYED BY CHARLIE BARHAM 

Little is known about Allie's previous history, other than she has lived her life in her older sister Cassandra Pressman's shadow, often ignored in favor of Cassandra. Despite this, she was a loyal supporter of Cassandra.

CAPMBELL ELLIOT - PLAYED BY LUKE PITMAN 

Campbell is revealed to be a psychopath. He is also a brother to Sam Eliot and cousin to Cassandra and Allie Pressman. He is considered to be one of the main antagonists in the series as he doesn't care much about survival, but rather stirring up trouble and things benefiting him only.

CASSANDRA PRESSMAN - PLAYED BY ELOISE CALLOWAY

Cassandra Pressman is one of the main characters, and, as a natural-born leader, initially the authority figure in New Ham.

HARRY BINGHAM - PLAYED BY WESLEY HIGGINS 

Harry is the epitome of privilege, being handsome and wealthy but other than that entirely unremarkable. Harry finds himself the leader of the roughly half of the population that would choose to recreate, in the New World, an exact replica of the world they left behind.

KELLY ALDRICH - PLAYED BY ZARA CALLOWAY 

She is essentially the Queen Bee of West Ham. She's smart and has a firm moral compass. But now that the rules have been rewritten, she may as well take the opportunity to rewrite herself as well. In doing so, she finds herself torn between the old high school hierarchy and the new world order. 

SAM ELIOT - PLAYED BY OLIVER (IDK LAST NAME)

Sam is deaf but can communicate through sign language, often his friend Becca Gelb interpreting for him. He is painfully acute of the unfair vicissitudes of fate, and is often withdrawn. He is the younger brother of Campbell and the cousin of Cassandra and Allie Pressman.

ELLE TOMKINS - PLAYED BY BRIELLE QUINN 

One of the outcasts of New Ham, she eventually finds comfort with Campbell Eliot as he believes that the two of them are one and the same. However, Campbell is a psychopath, and charms her enough before showing his true colors. 

BECCA GELB - PLAYED BY RILEY JAMES 

She's the daughter of a single, alcoholic mother and in order to keep the rest of the world at bay, she hides behind her camera, viewing the world with a reporter's eye.

WILL LECLAIR - STILL OPEN 

He is a foster kid, though not on good terms with his foster father, who appears to be neglectful. Because of this, he did not have a lot of adult role models in his life and depended on himself. Living outside of West Ham originally, he was an outsider when the teens are transported to New Ham, but forged a close relationship with Allie Pressman, taking refuge in the Pressman House.

HELENA WU - MADISON SINCLAIR

All of Helena's certainty – about her boyfriend Luke, about God – masks her deep-seated uncertainty. More confident in Luke's ability to lead the town than Luke himself, Helena finds herself stepping into that role in the face of conflict. Before the trip she was known as one of the popular girls. It seemed that it had carried on into New Ham as she seen as sort of a leader. Her family ran the church and she carried that on. Her father loved guns and had an arsenal in the basement.

LUKE HOLBROOK - PLAYED BY DOMINIC ROMANO 

Despite acting oblivious and easy to manipulate, Luke is shown to be quite intelligent and show compassion. When his loyalties are tested, he attempts to quit being a part of The Guard, not liking the idea of using force when the election arrives to choose a leader of New Ham. 

CLARK BEECHER

He is a member of the football team and the Guard.

GORDIE MORENO

Gordie is smart and grounded, he proves to be indispensable in the new world. He secretly pines for Cassandra. When he learns about her health issues, he vows to teach himself basic medicine so he's prepared should crisis strike.

GREG DEWEY

Greg Dewey was an outcast who tried to fit in, but was an incel who believed all women in town owed him their affection. It is also said that he was a nobody who had friends, but was not close with anyone. 

GWEN PATTERSON - PLAYED BY SAWYER SLOAN

In high school, Gwen was the girl you didn’t want on your bad side. Not quite Queen Bee, but certainly a member of the royal court. In New Ham, her social status is more precarious. Though Gwen is prone to fits of anxiety that leave her vulnerable and isolated, her wit, humor, and hidden talents will help redefine her role in the new world.

BEAN AKKAD

She one of Gordie's best friends. She is keen to help out around New Ham and is one of the explorers that join Grizz to find new land suitable for farming and agriculture.

#zaraswork #project: the society #the society: auditions

[ottomanladies]

Hey this question isn't about beauty as much as beauty rituals and toilette. I'm interested in historical skincare/historical beauty traditions- do you know any details from rituals in the hammer (loofahs or soaps) to makeup traditions?

Hello! I was able to find this:

“Women ladled perfumed water over one another and hennaed their hair, hands, and feet. On special occasions, like weddings, floral designs made from henna were stamped on their bodies. In I Costumi et i modi particolari de la vita de Turchi, Bassano da Zara details the use of henna:  They are fond of black hair, and if any woman by nature does not possess it she acquires it by artificial means. If they are fair or grey through old age they use a red dye like that with which horses’ tails are dyed. It’s called Chnà [henna]. The same is used on their nails, sometimes whole hand, sometimes the foot following the shape of the shoe, and again some dye the pubic region and four fingers’ length above it. And for this reason they remove their hairs, considering it a sin to have any on their private parts.”

“It is not altogether easy to define the beauty of the Turkish women,” Edmondo de Amicis explains in his 1896 travelogue Constantinople. “In thinking of them, I may say I always see a very white face, two black eyes, a crimson mouth, and a sweet expression. But then, they almost all of them paint, whiten their skin with almond and jasmine paste, lengthen their eyebrows with India ink, color their eyelids, powder their necks, draw circles around their eyes and put patches on their cheeks; but in all these they employ taste and discretion, unlike the belles of Fez, who use whitewash brushes to beautify themselves with.”

“To have body hair was considered a sin, and harem women, especially observant of this point, scurried off to the hamams at the first sign of hair. They removed hair not only from their legs and underarms, but also from all orifices, even nostrils and ears. They spread a burning paste on their bodies which was later scraped off with the sharp edges of mussel shells. According to Jean Thevenot’s Travels into the Levant (1656), “A certain mineral called rusma, beat into a powder, and with lime and water is made into a paste, which they apply to the parts where they would have their hair fetcht off, and in less than half a quarter of an hour, all the hair falls off with the paste, by throwing hot water upon it: They know when it is time to throw water by seeing if the hair comes off with the paste; for if it be left too long sticking on the place, after it had eaten off the hair, it would corrode the flesh.” Rusma contained arsenic and could tarnish the flesh unless applied meticulously. The advantage of using a depilatory rather than a razor was that the paste removed the hair at the follicle, while shaving only leveled off the surface of the epidermis, and the hair grew back faster and stronger than before.”

Everything is from Alev Lytle Croutier. Harem: The World Behind the Veil 

#anon #ask post #ask: ottoman history #ottoman harem #women in the ottoman empire #Anonymous

[bi-disaster-kit]

Ash: Zara has gone to far. As Shadowhunters we have to end her.

Kit: What?

Ty: We have to yeet Zara like Vine.

Kit: Say no more bae.

*Kit reveals his whole arsenal of weapons under his “My Little Pony” blankets.

Ash: WTF!

Ty: Ponies... cute and deadly!

#kit herondale #ty blackthorn #kit x ty #ty x kit #kitty #gucci kit #ghost of the shadow market #gotsm #the dark artifices #tda #bronies #my little pony #the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #ash morgenstern #dru blackthorn #i mean probably #incorrect quotes #zara dearbitch #zara dearborn #big yeet