#Lukas Reed
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suckening oc because im already so cringe that i might as well do this
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Da "il Re di New York" la biografia di Lou Reed.
Il 19 febbraio del 1993 Reed prese parte a una serata di cantautori al Bottom Line con Rosanne Cash, David Byrne e Luka Bloom. Il concerto fu presentato dal dj di WNEW-FM Vin Scelsa, un intervistatore con cui andava d’accordo. Reed oscillò tra serietà e stand-up comedy. Nell’introduzione a «Heroin» osservò: «Mi piace questa canzone, ha soltanto due accordi. Si dovrebbe essere in grado di scrivere un’ottima canzone con un solo accordo. Due sono davvero troppi. Con tre, è jazz»
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cold secrets, warm light (simon “ghost” riley x f!reader) - part 2/3
Note: This got longer than expected, so now it’s gonna be 3 chapters instead of 2. LMAO. This takes place in the same universe as cold hands, warm heart and is seen as a continuation of that fic.
Rating/Warning: Canon typical violence, blood/injury/and minor gore. Thigh grinding and making out. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) haha ! nice! (also those gloves make me feral)
** All the names of politicians are fake/do not relate to any living or deceased person. I also created 2 entire locations because I don’t want to use the real world lmao. (Al-Qunbar & Noreth)
No use of Y/N. Reader is described as muscular/toned with scars from active combat/torture, and no other descriptors are used.
(Read on Ao3) ||| 🔪🔪🔪
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In the days that follow, you settle into a routine with Ghost and Soap at the safe house. Samira looked after Soap. She attended to his medical needs and physical therapy. He’s a decent patient until his frustration boils over and then he’s huffing like an old goat and crossing his arms. Agathi’s boys worked the farmland. They shovel manure, or prune plants, or tend to the harvest. The security of the safe house is organized into scheduled shifts. The perimeter of the property, the barn, and the house itself are your main concerns.
However, Ghost took over the sniper position at the barn. Instead of following the six-hour schedule, he stayed up there for twelve to fourteen hours. When he returns to the house, he talks to Soap, rests, then returns to the barn without speaking to anyone else. You don’t take it personally. Ghost is a diligent operative. He never wavers. He never falters. You are safer, Lukas is safer, with him here.
Your nails are encrusted with dark, rich earth from digging up carrots with James and Lukas. Lukas’ favorite task is to unearth food you’ve grown. He smiles brightly, holding aloft potatoes or carrots or stalks of green onions, and you cannot help but smile in return. He is a sweet and tender boy. And its awe inspiring someone so sweet and gentle could come from you. A trained killer. A girl made of ice. A woman without identity, without roots.
You skim your dirty hands across the stalks of tall reeds while walking down the dirt, pebble-strewn road. A lone bird calls out to signal that night is upon them and the predators will awaken soon. Your smile tugs errantly at the corners of your mouth.
The sky is bruising purple and dusky blue. The clouds on the horizon promised rain. You can smell in the air – fresh, biting, and green. You unscrew the cap of your flask and swallow a warm, robust mouthful of black tea. The dilapidated barn leans against a backdrop of dying sunlight like a wounded animal. Sven emerges from the grass with a sheepish smile. His blue eyes dart briefly to the barn loft.
He says, “time for shift change already?”
“I’m early.” You ruffle his stringy, blonde hair. “Go on. Your brother is waiting.”
Sven flushes bright red. “Thanks.”
You watch him jog down the road with a flashlight in his hand. You check under the tire well of the abandoned truck and find the hidden pistol. You check the safety and clip. You tuck it away again. Price, the thoughtful bastard, managed to arrange a covert supply drop. Ghost collected it earlier in the week. It contained ammunition, infrared lights, night vision scopes, and supplies for Soap and Ghost.
Price can get into serious trouble by his superiors if anyone finds out about it.
You aren’t sure why he keeps sticking his neck out to help you, but you’re grateful. You think of Lukas. You wonder if he suspects anything. Samira often says fondly, ‘it’s as if God took the blueprints of you and made him.’ You don’t see it. And whenever you tell Samira this, she laughs, and her scarred skin stretches with joy.
The wooden ladder creaks when you ascend it. Ghost is perched with his sniper and completely unmoving. Your nostrils itch as the scent of old, dusty hay fills them. You sniffle and wipe your nose with your knuckles.
“All clear,” drawls Ghost.
“Yes, I know. I was just outside.”
Ghost scoffs. You settle crossed legged next to him. You glance at his stark black-and-white profile. His sandy eyelashes flutter against his black-painted skin. Your body hums with acute unspoken desire. You trace the shapes of his tattoos on his forearm. You would give anything to touch him and feel the hot expanse of his skin across your palms. You’ve lain awake in your cold bed, tossing, and turning and coiled with taut desire, and wondered if he’d shun you if you came to find him. But you always manage to talk yourself out of it.
There’s no benefit in complicating matters further. Noreth is at war. You and Lukas can’t leave. Soap and Ghost can’t leave. The best course of action is to lay low and keep safe until extraction. You swallow another gulp of tea and watch the cloudy, star dotted horizon and swaying tall grass.
“What’re you drinking?”
“Tea.” You wipe your mouth with your fingers.
“Nothing stronger?” He grouses.
“We’ve got vodka back at the house.”
He gives a small shake of his head. “Foul.”
You extend your arm toward him, the flask pinched between your fingers, and Ghost glances sidelong at you. Seconds pass. You’re about to pull it away. But then Ghost reaches and accepts the flask without touching you. You force yourself to look away rather than look at him. You imagine the shape of his lips closing over the mouth of the flask. You imagine his muscled throat shifting when he swallows. You imagine him wiping away a teardrop of tea from the corner of his mouth with his gloved thumb. You wait until you hear the sound of the cap screwing back on before looking at him again.
His mask is pushed up to right below his nose. His jaw is shadowed with dark blonde stubble. You recall how it scratched against your bare skin and left faint, irritated red lines. You avert your eyes.
“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” He mumbles.
You shrug, “things have changed.”
“Have they?” He says and the words are deep and rumbling. You take the flask from him and drink to delay answering his question. Things have changed. You are no longer an intelligence agent. You deserted. You have a child. You have good people relying on you. You have a reason beyond survival to carve a place for yourself in this new world.
“A bit.” You respond vaguely. The silence stretches, weighted and poignant, and you crack your knuckles one finger at a time. It never used to be awkward with Simon. Or has nostalgia completely skewed your perception? Or is it your guilt? Your fingertips touch when you pass the flask again. An electric jolt fires across your skin. You meet his heavily lidded, shadowed eyes. The unsaid words and confessions linger on your tongue. The distance between you is miniscule. It’s mere inches, but it feels like an endless chasm. You risk the danger and shift closer.
His skeletal gloved fingers graze along the feverish skin on your inner wrist.
“We shouldn’t complicate things.” You blurt. Your secret presses on every of your chamber of your heart. His presses his lips together and cocks his head to the side.
“We’re well past that, Lux.”
“There are things you don’t know about me, Ghost.”
The rough texture of his gloves glides up to your shoulder, lightly touching your neck, and you feel his index finger slide under the golden chain of your necklace. Your pulse throbs in your carotid artery. The moth charm twirls, pretty and light, between Simon’s large fingers.
“I’m not saying this to be coy or mysterious, Riley.” When you use his name, his eyes dart from your throat to your face, and you feel every ounce of his attention on you. You feel like a butterfly pinned to a display frame.
A hot and prickly sensation burns in your throat, “I have secrets you’d hate me for keeping.” You whisper.
You swallow with some difficulty. His tongue sweeps across his lower, chapped lip before he pulls his lower lip between his teeth briefly. Your heart stutters. You force your eyes from his mouth.
“I doubt that very much.” His voice is rumbling, and quiet, and its reverberation echoes into your spine. Your skin burns. Your breath, ragged and warm ,drags itself through your lungs and out your parted lips. You tilt forward and press your forehead against the cool, hard plastic of his mask. Your eyes shutter closed.
Simon says your name longingly. His breath tickles your chin. Your heart pangs to tell him the truth about Lukas, about Al-Qunbar, about Price and his help. Yet, pragmatism pinches your tongue in a vice grip. Lukas’ safety and well-being is everything to you. The less people who know the truth the better.
His lips ghost across yours. His stubble is prickly and rough. Without further prompting or encouragement, you kiss him and slide your tongue between his lips. You tremble and your breath huffs desperately through your nostrils. You hold his jaw. You need him close. You want to wrap your bodies together and remain glued. An overwhelming sensation of bliss floods through your veins. Simon’s tongue moves languidly and tastes of robust black tea. He squeezes the back of your neck, holding you tight and refusing to let you pull away. A heady sense of warmth explodes inside your chest and launches your heart into a tailspin.
You throw your leg over his big thigh, straddling it, and Simon makes a low, pleased sound at the back of his throat. His other hand clutches your hip—tight, possessive, his thumb digs into your flesh. He pitches your hips forward, then pushes back, and you quickly get the idea. You clothed cunt grinds against his muscled thigh. You encircle your arms around his neck, pressed chest-to-chest, and feel Simon’s every rough inhale and exhale. Your original plan to remain distant and uncomplicated has crashed and burned into ash and charcoal.
His tongue flicks obscenely and wetly into your open, panting mouth. “Can you come like this?” He asks, “or do you want my hand, hm? My fingers?” The thought of Simon’s hand shoved between your legs is enough to make your body tighten with anticipation and desire. You wonder if he’ll keep the gloves on.
“We have to keep watch.” You whimper.
He chuckles like deep, dark wine. “I can multitask.”
The temptation threatens to drag you underwater. You are swept into the current of Simon’s influence and your own intoxicating desire. His warm, rough burr. His large and deliberate hands. His strong, muscled arms and legs. His chiseled abdominal muscles quiver as you push your hands up his shirt and touch his hot, damp skin.
“God,” He drags the word out and tilts his head back to look up at you, “you’re gonna kill me, Lux.”
You smile. You are lost in the deep, coffee color of his eyes shadowed by ashen blonde lashes and smudged with black camo paint. They are the same shade as Lukas’. An arrow of guilt spears your heart. What are you doing? Noreth is at war. You’re on watch. You’ll never forgive yourself if Lukas got hurt because you let your lust overwhelm your logic. You clear your throat.
You say, “we – we should wait until we’re inside.” You climb off his leg and adjust your rumpled shirt. “Okay?”
Ghost licks his lips and watches you with dark, hungry eyes. “I’m a sniper. A few hours is nothing.”
“Great.” You reply, your voice tight, “I’m going to walk the perimeter.”
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The walk back to the heaven is tense. It is filled with piping hot anticipation and coated in white foam that tastes like a hopeful dream, a beggar’s wish. Two dimly lit windows peer like eyes onto the dead lawn and black skeletal shape of Kaja’s motorbike.
Simon’s palm glides along your lower back and blistering heat floods your stomach. Your body clenches and your clit throbs with pressure and desire. You’ve thought of nearly a dozen different positions and fantasies during your walk. This is unlike your time with the task force. You don’t need to avoid detection. Neither Samira nor Agathi will judge you. Although, for the sake of those sleeping, you resolve to do your best to stay quiet.
The front door opens to the sound of Lukas crying. Agathi is holding him, bouncing softly, and her tired face looks relieved when you cross the threshold.
“Nightmare.” She explains. Lukas reaches his tiny hands toward you.
“I’ve got him.” You bundle Lukas into your arms and kiss his flushed, sticky-with-tears cheek. You glance apologetically toward Ghost. Perhaps this is for the best. Maybe you shouldn’t sleep together. Maybe this was some unseen force ensuring that you and Ghost remain uncomplicated. Maybe it’s saving you from breaking your heart again. Once Soap is clear, Ghost will leave. You know it. You believe it.
You sway Lukas in your arms and mutter softly.
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Ghost stands frozen in the doorway. The boy has his eyes. And the realization is like a leech. He cannot shake it. He cannot bear to be in the same room as you and the crying child. The child with his eyes. He stalks down the hall and ducks into the small room arranged for him and Soap.
Soap is asleep. He’s glad for it. He doesn’t want questions. His breath his ragged and edged like shrapnel in his lungs. His skin is flushed and stretched uncomfortably over his bones. You held Lukas sweetly. You kissed his face. You showed him more affection than James or Sven. How did he not see it earlier?
Lukas looks nothing like Sven or James or Agathi. He looks like you. It wasn’t possible. It wasn’t. You must’ve had a child with someone during your time in Al-Qunbar. He scowls. The maths didn’t add up there either. He guessed Lukas’ age is close to 3. Lukas would be younger if you gave birth to him in Al-Qunbar. Then when? With whom?
He swallows thickly and recalls your short time together. Lukas can’t be his. Can’t be. Can’t. He’s not fit to be a father. He’s a dangerous man. A killer. And a damn good one at that. His palms are sweaty and clammy. He peels off his skeletal gloves and tucks them into the back pocket of his pants. He chews his tongue with his back molars.
If Lukas is yours then he doubts the agency knows. A child is a target. A vulnerability. He starts cleaning one of his guns to keep his hands busy. The gun oil is slick and warm against his fingers. He clears his dry, uncomfortable throat. He thinks about your weighted words in the barn. You mentioned you had a secret. You said it was something he’d hate you for.
His slick, oiled hands move purposefully over the metal. His gaze flicks upward to Soap. He watches his chest breathing evenly beneath the dark sheets. They will stay here for a few weeks and then they’d leave. He can endure it.
You were never meant to have a reunion. And he is a fool for wishing for anything other than what he got. Regardless of who Lukas belongs to—he’s no one’s father. He’s not destined for a civilian life. He’s comfortable in the danger. He’s comfortable wearing the mask. He likes it too much to walk away.
He can’t go and live on a farm and change nappies. That’s not who he is. And he won’t bring danger to your doorstep. But he doesn’t want to say goodbye again. He doesn’t want you to disappear. Ghost sighs heavily and sets the pistol on his bouncing knee.
He needs to talk to you.
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It took an hour to get Lukas back to sleep. You settle into one of the wooden chairs on your small, porch balcony outside your bedroom and watch the darkness and swaying grass. You roll the night vision scope between your palms and feel the roughed, grip texture. You peer through it ever-so-often toward the barn. You consider joining Kaja, but you don’t want to leave Lukas in case he has another nightmare.
A floorboard creaks. The smell of gun oil permeates the air. Ghost sits in the chair beside you.
He asks, “what’s the story between the kids here? They got family on the outside?”
You bite your lip. “Not really.”
“What about their dad?”
“Agathi’s husband is dead.” You explain.
Ghost rests his elbows on his knees, “and the small one?”
You chose your next words carefully. “He’s alive. I tell him his dad is a soldier working hard to keep everyone safe.”
Ghost stares at you, unblinking, and his gaze is like holding a lit cigar to your skin.
“That the truth?” says Ghost gruffly.
The crickets chirp, a chorus, a symphony, lonely and desperate for connection.
“The truth would hurt everyone, ” You shrug.
“It would hurt him.” You look meaningfully over your shoulder toward Lukas’ bedroom door adjacent to your room.
Simon’s tone is commanding and harsh as nails, “tell me the truth.”
You squeeze your eyes closed. A swirl of black and purple spots spin on the canvas of your eyelids. You had hoped to avoid this conversation. But Simon has connected the dots and you played your hand too heavily when you told him you carried a guilty secret.
“Do you remember Al-Qunbar?” You ask.
He hums, “Mhm.”
It was the last place you and Ghost met. A city of dust and smoke, a marble fountain that gurgled with blood.
“I was Qadir’s mistress,” you begin, referring to the politician that governed Al-Qunbar, “that was my cover. It was not uncommon in their culture for people of power, regardless of gender, to have multiple partners or spouses. And they considered multiple children as a sign of virility and good fortune.”
You inhale slowly. This is the part of the story that is like traversing a minefield. You’ve imagined telling him, but never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d get the chance.
“Qadir had many children. But his regime was unstable. I begged him to send the children away. I groveled.” Your voice quivers and tears sting your eyes like wasps. You bite down on your lower lip and compose yourself.
“Qadir refused. He said we’d all go together in the end. He gave poison disguised as medicine to his wives, his mistresses, his personal guards…his children…his children…”
You knew those children. You cared for them. You scrub a hand over your face. Finding the courage to topple dictators or stare at the barrel of a loaded gun is easy. But looking at Simon is impossible. You focus on a spot in the dark, starry horizon. The high grass that surrounds your property sways like whispering dancers.
“I knew I couldn't’ save them all, so I chose Lukas.”
“Samira helped. She was Qadir’s midwife and served in his military as a doctor. The day Qadir was assassinated, I got Lukas out, but I couldn’t leave Al-Qunbar. Not yet. The extremists, the loyalists, the American agents. None of them could know he was alive. I need to make it seem like everyone in Qadir’s family perished in the uprising.”
The wooden chair creaks like an old ship underneath Simon’s weight.
“You were the one who torched his compound.” He says. It’s not a question. You wonder if he read the file. You wonder if anyone told him your undercover name and saw you were listed under ‘killed in action’. You wonder if Price mentioned his part in helping you escape from under the thumb of imperialism.
You nod. You burned Qadir’s house, and all the bodies within, and fled. You earned yourself a deep wound from a sniper at the town square before you reunited with Ghost’s team.
Simon scoffs, “I think you’re a bit of an arsonist, Lux.”
You recognize his attempt at humor, but you can’t summon the energy to smile. You’ve told him the background, you’ve set the stage, but you haven’t brought the main actors into the play. You haven’t revealed the truth.
Your voice scratches as it travels up your throat. “I told Qadir the baby was his, but the timing was off.”
“He’s yours, Simon.” You finish weakly and your heart capsizes inside your chest, “he’s ours.”
He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t look away. The mask hides everything from you and his eyes are guarded and cold. He will hate you. You are sure of it. He will hate you for lying, for not contacting him, for keeping Lukas.
You lift the night vision scope to your face to hide your hurt expression.
~~~~~~~~~
“Shit!” You jolt upright, blood pounds in your ears, and your eyes swivel across the black landscape. You peer through the night vision binoculars to assure you saw Kaja’s signal accurately. You’re not mistaken. She flashed her infrared twice. Trouble.
“What is it?” Ghost is beside you, alert.
“Kaja is in trouble.”
He huffs. You think there’s a question poised in his eyes, but then a burst of gunfire illuminates the darkness like white fireworks. You drop like a stone into fight-or-flight. You run into the adjoining bedroom and scoop Lukas into your arms, waking him, and he cries – startled – in your arms. There is nothing inside your head beyond the checklist of tasks you must complete for your sons’ safety.
“It’s alright, lovey. It’s just a storm.” You assure him.
You barrel down the hallway. James and Sven step into the hallway with Agathi clutching their shoulders. You swerve pass them, taking the steps hurriedly, your heartbeat thundering in your ears and drowning out the sounds of Lukas’ tears and the encroaching gunfire. You don’t bother to look behind you or check for Ghost. He doesn’t know the household protocol, but he can handle himself in a fight. You aren’t worried about him.
“If you get out of that wheelchair, I’ll kill you myself.” Samira snaps. She shoves a loaded shotgun into Soap’s hand. “Protect the little ones.”
You duck into the basement. The door is heavily fortified, and along with supplies, the back left corner equipped with an escape tunnel.
“Alright, there, there, sweet boy.” You kiss the side of Lukas’ head, “it’s going to be alright.” You bounce in him in your arms, kissing and repeating platitudes, promising him that everything will be OK. You never expected motherhood to come equipped with so many desperate lies.
Agathi opens her arms for him.
Lukas’ little fingers cling to your neck, unintentionally scratching, and he is grabbing your shirt, red-faced and screaming. You pry him off. Your heart breaks. Your mouth is dry. You swallow your tears as Agathi cradles your son to her chest and rocks him. Her steely blue eyes meet yours—fierce, red-rimmed, and determined. You share a meaningful, wordless look. You’ve always known the role you would play if shit hit the fan. Agathi and Samira are the protectors.
And you?
You’re the fucking executioner.
“Be safe.” James says, squeezing your hand once before you hurry upstairs. The second your foot hits the landing, Samira shuts the door and extinguishes her lamp. In near-darkness, Sven tosses a body armor vest toward you. You clip it hastily, grabbing equipment from the case, and affixing it to your body. You grab a few extra throwing knives and tuck them into the holster on your chest.
Ghosts’ footfalls are quick and deceptively quiet as he comes downstairs, “counted five approaching.”
“There’s likely more with Kaja.” Samira says knowingly, pinning her dark hair away from her face and scowling.
“What’s the plan?” asks Soap.
“Defend the house.” You nod toward the basement door, “this door especially. If there’s any risk of breaching, hit the switch here, and they know to get the fuck out.”
You walk confidently backwards and toward the door, “if I don’t come back—assume I’m dead and don’t come looking for me.”
You spin on your heel and slip through the partially ajar door. You knew the conflict would eventually reach your doorstep, but you wish it hadn’t happened when you had so much to lose inside. Their flashlights cut through reeds of tall grass and flicker like ghosts across the lawn. They’re shouting at each other in Noreth’s native language. You’re not fluent, but you get an idea of the instruction, and you weave through the grass. Your fingers curl around the knife’s grip.
A low hum of insects buzz around your sweaty face and tall grass whispers as you move through it. You sharpen your focus. The moon illuminates the silent battlefield in a ghastly, blue-white subdued glow. You taste salt on your lips. You cling onto the memory of Simon’s warm, deep eyes. If you died here, or fucked it up, he’d never let you hear the end of it.
You catch your breath in your lungs. You attack, swift and deadly, your knife plunging wetly into your target’s chest. You vanish into the grass, crouched low, and using the light breeze to your advantage. You move with the wind, in bleached moonlight, and you strike down his partner before the others notice. The assailants approaching the front yard were easy. They spread themselves thin, they were too jumpy, and they held their rifles awkwardly. You surmised based on their gait and posture that they were newer—likely fresh recruits.
The three approaching the back entrance wouldn’t be so simple. They move cohesively with experience. You weigh your odds. You can kill one, but the other two will engage with you. If this had been any other mission, you would divert their attention slowly, pick them off using traps and tricks. However, the sands of time are pouring through your fingers, and you’ve got people inside to protect. A man you want to talk to, a child you want to raise, a friend you need to see again.
You test the weight of the throwing knife in your palm. It’s risky. But what choice do you have? These fuckers likely have reinforcements at the barn. Kaja is in danger. You grit your jaw and find the best position among swishing grass and damp, spongy earth.
You wait for the flashlight to illuminate his partner. Your knife spins in the dark, twirling, unseen and the target exclaims a short – “Ah!” as the blade sticks into the meat of his shoulder.
It’s off-mark. You leap to the second target, spry and agile. You are a weapon of death, a herald of doom. Your knife cuts across his throat in brutal efficiency and soaks your wrist in hot blood. You pivot, tucking your arm, and use the target’s body as a meat shield as they fire several rounds at you. You count the bullets.
He spasms and jerks against you as bullets whiz by and you wait for the reload. They might be experienced, but they’re spooked enough to fire all their ammunition simultaneously. You drop the body the second you hear the resounding click of an empty chamber. You draw your silenced pistol. Your last resort. Your breath catches in your lungs.
There’s only one man in front of you. You fire your shot. It goes through your target’s throat. He gurgles wetly, painfully, before falling backward. You scan the area for the threat, the missing attacker, but suddenly something hits you in the back of the skull.
Sharp and biting pain blossoms and stars dance in front of your vision. Their forearm wraps around your throat, pinning you to their chest, the muzzle of their sidearm pistol against your temple. Your time off the field has made you sloppy. Overconfident. Careless. You mentally berate yourself and plant your feet to try and throw him off before he can pull the trigger.
A bullet rings through the darkness. A torrent of hot blood and chunks of bone splatters wetly onto your cheek and side of your head. Your target collapses into you and you roughly shoulder him away. Half of his skull is missing and his brains and blood gushes over the marshland.
You look toward the house. You can’t see Ghost’s sniper scope in the darkness, but you feel it. You feel him watching. You holster your gun. You walk away from the house and toward the barn. To Kaja. To finish your hunt.
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Ghost watches the flashlights disappear from your window. He has every intention of providing cover fire with his sniper—if you need it. He is watching you through the scope, remembering Spain, and his cold heart pangs weakly. He isn’t sure how he feels about you. He wants to be angry for keeping secrets. But, that’s bollocks, isn’t it? You both come from special ops backgrounds, from troves of classified files, and hell—his identity has been a secret for years. You don’t even know what he looks like. The kid’s got my eyes. There’s some small part of him that carries on throughout the world and you’re the only two people who know about it.
He doesn’t have a leg to stand on when it comes to being angry. You made the right call. You kept the kid—Lukas—safe. His kid. Ghost’s throat threatens to tighten. He shoves it down. The feeling smolders inside his chest. It’s not like it matters. You’ll go your separate ways once Soap is cleared to evac. Assuming everyone lives after this evening, he thinks wryly. He adjusts his hold on his sniper and breathes deeply.
A burst of gunfire crackles in the distance. He swings his scope to the swaying reeds. One of the targets have veered off into the darkness while the other fills his dead friend with bullets. He catches brief flashes of your body, hunched, before you duck from beneath cover and stand—your form exquisite and lethal. A muted flash appears before the muzzle of your gun.
The second target appears from the darkness and grapples you. Ghost holds his breath. His finger hovers over the trigger. The pistol touches your skin. He imagines it firing. He imagines your body going inert and dropping like a sack of rocks into the strangers’ arms. His jaw clenches. He has seconds to react. The targets’ face hovers next to yours.
He fires. An explosion of blood and brain and bone spews around your head. You knock the body contemptuously away and somehow manage to meet his eyes through the rifle scope. Ghost’s heart thumps painful and hard into his ribs. You’re half-covered in someone else’s blood like the final girl in a slasher horror film. He thinks of kissing you. You turn and vanish into the darkness. He releases the breath he was holding.
Samira swings into the room, hand clutching the doorframe, “Ghost.” She says, “I need you to go to the barn.” Her tone brokers no argument. Despite that, however, he still says…
“Why?”
“Kaja’s not back yet which means she didn’t escape.”
“How’d you know?”
Samira huffs, “we have a system of triggers and alarms and codes. She hasn’t signaled the all-clear.”
“Could mean she’s dead.”
Her gaze darkens, “they do not often kill women in Noreth. They make them suffer first. Go. An order, Ghost. It’s an order.”
He dislikes taking orders from her, but Samira has your trust, and that means something. And although you claim you don’t have a hierarchy at the haven, it’s clear they look to you for leadership, and Samira is your second.
His head is still fucked from everything. But he’s thankful for the clarity of battle—of conflict and fighting—it gives him something to focus on. He follows the tracks you made through the grass. The air smells like car exhaust fumes, and gun smoke, and dark, damp earth.
“Leave her alone!” Your voice jabs into his gut like a well-placed and serrated knife. Ghost moves silently through the brush. His blood is hot and pounding in his neck.
The glaring headlamps of their truck illuminates your bruised face. Your teeth glisten wet and red. There is more blood covering you, but he can’t tell what’s yours and what isn’t. Someone has you pinned to the ground, your hands behind your back, and your legs are pinned by a second body. The man in front of you drops to a crouch and speaks lowly. Ghost doesn’t hear what he says. Your gaze hardens and your lips press into a tight line.
Your eyes move past the man speaking to you. Your gaze strikes his through the blades of swaying grass and encroaching, tall weeds. Your eyes are red-rimmed and filled with vengeful tears like the oil-painting of Lucifer.
“Bring them both in!” The man pinches your jaw roughly, his tone scathing, “You will sing like a songbird for me, little viper.”
Your jaw shifts. You spit a bloody glob of salvia into his face.
“Bitch!” He yells. He back-hands you, and you head lolls sideways into the dirt, wheezing, a fresh cut blooms on your lower lip. Rage burns through him, hot and corrosive, across every limb, every nerve, until he’s certain the dry vegetation around him is going to burst into flames. He’s never wanted to tear somebody limb-from-limb before. Not ‘till this moment.
He’s shaking. He realizes it almost distantly, like he’s not inside his body, like he’s viewing everything from a sniper’s scope but he’s without his calculated, cold ease. A voice inside his head informs him of the amount of bullets he has, the target locations, and the cover the barn could provide.
Kaja’s lilting voice appears from somewhere near the back of the truck—her words are thick with phlegm and barely distinguishable—but Ghost can tell she’s begging. He can hear it in her tone, how she sobs around the broken syllables. It’s not you who will break. It’s Kaja. Young, inexperienced Kaja. Another voice inside his head tells him he needs to silence her before she blows his cover or more importantly, your cover and the safety of Lukas. There’s only one target with Kaja and his back is to the shadows. Big mistake.
He shifts into the dark, lush undergrowth. He circles around the barn. You’re still goading the leader. He suspects you’re doing it to keep the focus away from Kaja, to take her pain, because you know she’s fragile and you’re trained to take it. He hears your brusque, insulting tone and it is nearly always followed with the sharp, biting sound of his skin striking yours. His heartrate skyrockets.
He’s shaking again. He bites his lower lip, tasting copper and salt, and it forcefully yanks him back to reality. He creeps through the darkness. He strikes. His large palm covers the target’s mouth, dragging him backward into the shadows, he snaps his neck quickly and efficiently. He drags the body into the grass and approaches the truck bed where Kaja is tied with a black canvas bag over her head.
“Please!” She’s trembling. “We’re just a little farm! We’re not rebels!”
Ghost yanks the bag over her head. She meets his gaze with glossy, frightened eyes. He motions one finger to his mouth. He doesn’t have time to cut the ropes that dig into her bony, bird-like wrists. He grabs her and pulls her from the truck. The weight is shifted and the springs beneath the back tires groan and squeak.
His blood curdles with the abrupt sound of your scream when his boots hit the grass. Every instinct in him wants to—to drop Kaja and fire every bullet into the men that circle you like hungry lions. He resists. If you’re screaming, then it’s part of the act. You wouldn’t give these slimy assholes the satisfaction. He believes that.
He drags Kaja into the darkness.
“We need to go back!” She whispers harshly when they’re several minutes away from the barn, “untie me. We need to save her.”
Ghost says nothing.
<< Part Three (Final) >>
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TAG LIST: @k1llerch4n // idk why sometimes it looks like it works and othertimes it DONT.
@iwantmethgivememeth // @levisbebe // @solidly-indulgent
#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley reader insert#simon ghost riley fanfic#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#call of duty fanfic#ghost cod x reader#call of duty modern warfare fanfic#ghost x you#ghost simon riley imagine#ghost x y/n#ghost x female reader#ghost mw2#ghost mw2 x you
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the moment you've been waiting for has arrived...
We have a bracket!!
Yeah. It's a 64-person bracket, the font is small, all that. You can try to zoom in, or there will be a list of matchups below the cut.
All but the first matchup have been randomly generated, please don't complain about the seeding or having to choose between characters. It just worked out that way ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (ig you can complain about the first one)
Polls will be released Monday afternoon. The first round will once again be a week long, but after that we'll go to 24-hour polls until the final matchup.
May the best musician win!
Side A
Orpheus (Ulysses Dies at Dawn by The Mechanisms) on mandolin vs The Toy Soldier (The Mechanisms) on mandolin, glockenspiel and others
Theodore (Alvin and the Chipmunks) on drums vs Wylan Van Eck (Six of Crows) on flute vs Squidward (SpongeBob SquarePants) on clarinet*
Hitori "Bocchi" Gotoh (Bocchi the Rock) on guitar vs Vice Principal Nero (A Series of Unfortunate Events) on violin
Murdoc Niccals (Gorillaz) on bass vs Tsukasa Tenma (Project Sekai) on piano
Ibuki Mioda (Danganronpa) on bass guitar vs Jasiker (The Witcher) on lute
Grover Underwood (Riordanverse) on reed pipes vs Marceline "The Vampire Queen" Abadeer (Adventure Time) on bass guitar
Wei Wuxian (The Untamed) on dizi vs Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid) on drums
Toki Wartooth (Metalocolypse) on guitar vs Eddie (The Rocky Horror Picture Show) on saxophone
Chai (Hi-Fi Rush) on guitar vs Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock Holmes) on violin
Wirt (Over the Garden Wall) on clarinet and bassoon vs Alec Hardison (Leverage) on violin
Raine Whispers (The Owl House) on violin vs Scanlan Shorthalt (Critical Role, The Legend of Vox Machina) on lute and flute
Raiko Horikawa (Touhou Project) on drums vs Undyne (Undertale) on piano
Riebeck (Outer Wilds) on banjo vs Candace Flynn (Phineas and Ferb) on a variety of instruments that begin with the letter "B"
Lisa Simpson (The Simpsons) on baritone sax vs DJ Octavio (Splatoon) on turntables
Ronan Lynch (The Raven Cycle) on uilleann pipes vs Venti (Genshin Impact) on lyre and flute
Rocky Rickaby (Lackadaisy) on fiddle vs Hoid (The Cosmere) on flute
Side B
Sonic (Sonic Underground) on electric guitar vs Sal "Sally Face" Fisher (Sally Face) on Guitar
Demyx (Kingdom Hearts) on sitar vs Achilles (The Iliad) on lyre
Jade Harley (Homestuck) on bass guitar vs Ryan Akagi (Infinity Train) on guitar
Wednesday Addams (Wednesday) on cello vs Maki Nishikino (Love Live! School Idol Project) on piano
Sally Thorn" McKnight (Scooby-Doo) on guitar vs Hunter Sylvester (Metal Lords) on electric guitar
K.K. Slider (Animal Crossing) on guitar vs Will Treaty (Ranger's Apprentice) on mandola
Edward Cullen (Twilight) on piano vs Miguel Rivera (Coco) on guitar
William the Gonagle (Discworld) on mousepipes vs Marzipan (Homestar Runner) on guitar
The Phantom of the Opera (The Phantom of the Opera) on organ vs Dr. Teeth (The Muppets) on piano
Kris (Deltarune) on piano vs "Soul King" Brook (One Piece) on piano and guitar
Manolo Sanchez (The Book of Life) on guitar vs Greg Universe (Steven Universe) on electric guitar
Ebony Dark'Ness Dementia Raven Way (My Immortal) on guitar vs Figueroth "Fig" Faeth (Dimension 20's Fantasy High) on bass guitar
Link (Legend of Zelda) on ocarina and panflute vs Max Rebo (Star Wars) on organ
Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney) on guitar vs Luka Couffaine (Miraculous Ladybug) on guitar
Melody (Crypt of the NecroDancer) on lute vs Musa (Winx Club) on all the instruments
Marcy Wu (Amphibia) on drums vs Victor Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) on violin
*due to an unfortunate counting error, a 3rd person has been added to this matchup.
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Some quick colored sketches I did yesterday cuz' I've been wanting to practice some new art methods.
Been getting unsatisfied with a lot of my works lately and I have so much to post but I'm unmotivated to LMAO
Character:
- Lukas Reed
- Latius Huxade (@hailskull)
- Zephyr (Gender bent | Sona)
- Eclipse (Half-sona)
#digital artist#digital drawing#digital painting#digital art#my art#small artist#artists on tumblr#artwork#oc#original character#sketches#original character art#originalcharacter#oc art#hailskull#hailskull latius#Flause altary#artist on tumblr#fantasy artist#artist#god oc
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Here’s our line up guys. 👍
Here is the list right now, there is a lot so they’ll be seperated into 8 groups and then we will go through all of those 8 groups to get to the end.
group 1:
Rom vs Puss in boots
Alex (stardew) vs Jim Kirk
Roulx Kaard vs Jin Zixuan
Caleb wittebane vs 2bdamned
David Kostyk vs Mirabel’s dad
Kanji tatsumi vs Papyrus
Bob vs weyoun
Donkey vs Duster
Gren vs Janus the silverdeath
Lloyd vs Hannibal lector
Todoroki vs Gajeel redfox
David (lilo) vs link (botw)
Sugawara vs Pixel-Mess
M!Robin vs Stanley pines
Ben Chang vs Quirrel
Saul Goodman vs Will graham
Group 2:
Kiryu vs Hero
The medic vs Ron
Percy Jackson vs professor Layton
Neelix vs Iggy frome
King Harrow vs Lucas (Runs factory five)
Yu Narakami vs Elliot (stardew)
Jakob vs Aoi kurashiki
Sokka vs Moxie
Nightwing vs tatsu
Archer (emiya) vs Master splinter (2018)
Barius vs Forrest
Ryuuji vs Jay walker
Sanji vs Garmadon
Quark vs Kaito
Fox mulder vs tenma tsukasa
Leon (Pokémon) vs Delbert Doppler
group 3:
Berdly vs Marten Reed
Kai (ninjago) vs James
Usui vs Gobber
Charlie vs Steve Harrington
Alec lightwood vs kronk
Paper vs Dr octopus
Discord vs Dedue
Arven vs Harvey Dent
Hunter vs Christopher Pike
Narciso vs Kermit
Cletus Jones vs Gomez Addams
Tom vs The king
Klavier Gavin vs Greg Universe
Kamado Tanjiro vs Brock (unikitty)
Ashe vs Louis Moriarty
Sisko vs dale lee
Group 4:
Trip vs Brady
Franky (one piece) vs Tom Wambsgans
Shinra vs Jaskier
Your father vs Banquo
Silver the hedgehog vs Troy Barnes
Archer vs Space Boyfriend
Donald Duck vs Mr clean
Ren vs Nandor the relentless
Cove Holden vs Magnus Burnside
Bail organa vs Hiccup
Riker vs Corpus
yoo joonghyuck vs Kazuki
Fan vs kunikida doppo
Lazlo cravensworth vs loid forger
Peter b Parker vs Ken
Ryunosuke Naruhodo vs venti
group 5:
Prince Fluff vs Sarek
Nagito vs Zagreus
Macbeth vs Lucas (mother 3)
Stede vs Anakin skywalker
Tack vs Felix Madrigal
Jason mendoza vs N (murder drones)
Ren (oxenfree) vs Soren
Saru vs Kaveh
Castiel vs Yarne
Ivor vs King furgus
Kuboyasu Aren vs James Wilson
Yeza Brenatto vs Kristoff
Makoto Naegi vs Stoick
Tomohisa Kaname vs hunk
Peeta vs Jadzia
Kim Gonja vs Henry clerval
Group 6:
Ron delite vs wang pangzi
Sam (Sam and max) vs Emmett
Kazuha vs serizawa katsuya
Jayce talis vs Asmodeus (iruma-kun)
Kai satou vs Professor Saguaro
Steve cob vs Minato Namikaze
Dean Winchester vs Chakotay
Eugene Fitzherbert vs Chat noir
Spitelout vs Spock
Matt hooper vs Childe
Siegblut vs Worf
Edric Blight vs Yanki
Control (from southern reach) vs Tuco Salamanca
Seteth vs Louis de pointe du lac
Maes hughes vs Kazuma Asogi
Dr Watson vs Thoma
Group 7:
Tennisball vs Barry bluejeans
Luigi vs Hatsuharu
Snotlout vs howl
Jay (ghosts) vs dj Octavio
Gregory house vs Elliot Spencer
The mad hatter vs Joe tazuna
Basil hallward vs Harvey (Stardew)
Ethan winters vs olruggio
Albedo vs pleakly
The heavy vs Jake English
Bruce Wayne vs Shen wei
Naven NukNuk vs Dante (mystreet)
Phillip vs bow
Anji Mito vs Fishlegs
Stanford vs Speedwagon
Bariel vs Jesse Pinkman
Group 8:
Ralsei vs Goofy
Sam (stardew) vs Seymour (little shop of horrors)
Ethari vs Cecil
Fix it Felix vs Kaoru hakaze
Ignus scientia vs Lukas
Majima vs Hercules
Magolor vs Calcelmo
Fred vs Randy Hapukurk
Kurogiri vs The riddler
Declan lynch vs Philza
Jaune vs Sergeant Schultz
Reiji Sakamaki vs Q
Luo Binghe vs King of hearts
Thatcher Davis vs Jonathan buyers
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Montreal Worlds 2024 Day 4!
My voice is completely shot, my hands are legitimately sore from clapping, ears still slightly ringing, and I had the best damn time!
FREE DANCE
Mrazek's easily won the Swan Lake Battle, team nepotism were fucking awful, and it was even more apparent when a superior team skated to the same music directly after them. Diana Davis walked on the ice for 4 minutes, and did one lift that was supposed to be impressive, but was just shaky. Woof.
Olivia Smart deserves so much better, judges were not kind.
Lim and Quan got a standing ovation and they more than deserved it, they were stunning. I adored every single second of that free dance.
I didn't watch that team, so don't know, don't care, and fuck 'em.
I still don't love Turkkila and Versluis that much, in person they skate quite small and it felt like the program dragged on forever.
OKAY SO. A documentary is being made about the Reeds it seems like, a dude came and set up a camera next to us because Cathy Reed was sitting two rows behind, and he made the people right behind us come sit in our row and us scooch down so that they could get a good shot of her watching her sister. So that was both cute and a little annoying. We were stuck there also for Cpom, since Cpom had already started by the time the camera guy left and we didn't want to disturb others watching. A nice program from R/A though!
Cpom were SO very good. They were captivating and lovely, definitely had more speed at the start of the program, but wow have they ever improved. A joy to watch.
Back in my seat, in time for the small most boring most rip of P/C program of them all. 2/10.
Lajoie and Lagha had me right from the start. Just. I adore them so much. I'm so proud of them for coming back so strong after injury, I cried, I clapped, I cheered. I was fully moved.
Fear and Gibson were just fucking awful. I hated it. She's throw around in lifts and never needs to hold a position, they are doing push ups on the ice, they are standing still for 45 seconds in their choreo step, they are the second slowest team, and god just can they go away already?
Chock and Bates ARE SO FUCKING SLOW. I don't know if I didn't notice it in the RD, but jesus christ so glaringly obvious they were trudging through molasses the entire program. I didn't like the program. It was two cool lifts, and then a slow slog through Madison Chock being off the ice as much as possible. 1/10.
The first time ever the Italians made me happy. A nice program, a nice moment. The dress mishap at then was a little funny, still annoyed they will likely stay in until Milan.
Gilles and Poirier, the third slowest team. After the emotional moment with L/L, I just wasn't as moved or interested in this program. It felt melodramatic more often than not. Glad for them winning the free, now retire already.
MEN'S FREE
Adam coming from 19th to 3rd, what a moment. The crowd loved the back flip, and in the moment, I did too. Why not? He had nothing to lose. Redemption skates always give me warm fuzzies.
Donovan was a lovely time, she's got such razzle dazzle, he needs to work on his speed though.
Goodbye two spots of Canadian Men, that's all I have to say about that.
Love Selevko, he's my favourite.
Kao, it was not your day, or your competition. He kept drilling and fucking up his quad in front of me all warm up, I wanted to shake him.
Jun, it was also not your day or your competition, but you have a nice ina, so it's all cool.
Deniss was a lovely moment, I enjoyed his skate a lot. When he got standing ovation, a rude American behind me loudly said 'why are people standing up, he didn't do that well?' Which was wild.
Jason Brown!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So beautiful. The single axel honestly made me laugh. What a treat it was to see him skate.
Lukas was also a very fun moment, he's a skater I enjoy waching.
Shoma, I love you. <3
Yuma! What a moment, a shame about the triple axel, but that step sequence is so gorgeous. Can't wait to see him grow and evolve as a skater.
Ilia was there. LISTEN. Okay. Objectively the things he is doing are impressive, I just personally do not find it interesting. You know what I mean? My and my friend were at a sensory overload high and we just booked it out of the venue during his standing ovation before the scores cause we had to get out there. That rude American I mentioned would not stop fucking yelling at the top of his lungs during the skate, I had to plug my ears several times. Good for him, but he's not my thing at all.
GENERAL THOUGHTS AND HAPPENINGS!
Okay, so that rude American I mentioned a couple times, he was honestly hilarious. Another guy was sitting next to him, and the rude American kept giving him all wrong information about skating. Just confidently, with his whole chest, attempting to educate someone with nothing but false info. He kept calling jumps wrong (called flips toe, calls loops sals, and sals lopps), he said that V/M skated to Umbrellas at their first worlds (it was their second) he pronounced salchow like sal-CH-OW, no card C, but chow like chow down, he called several elements wrong all ice dance events, got coaches wrong for several skaters, etc. So hilarious.
I saw Corey Circelli and almost asked him he's like Italy but then didn't.
On our way out, we walked next to Lia, Trennt, and Hannah Lim all talking about Ilia's skate, that was fun.
Thinking of drafting an official complaint with the Bell Center to make their seats 4 inches bigger on all sides. I'm so serious my right hip, and lower back still hurt. Those seats were made for babies.
My wonderful amazing friend who I hadn't seen works at the Bell Center on the weekends, and I got to catch up with him, and then during the men he brought me a hot chocolate. Shoutout to him, he's the bees fucking knees.
I shan't be going to the gala. Thought I could do it, but I am so sensory overload from four straight days of bright, loud, and crowded. I am a person that like dim, quiet, and 3-4 people at most, and I am at my limit. Also, fuck those seats, I can't sit in them for one more minute.
ALL IN ALL! I had SO much fun, it was truly amazing seeing all these skaters I've loved for so long, and being able to really watching and analyze so many different things. I've gained new appreciation, new perspectives, and some new favourites. I am, however, very ready to get home to my bed, my cat, and my space. I'm flying out dumb early tomorrow, and I can't wait!
#konner talks skating#WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE#what a time it was#i'll never go a worlds again for at least 5-6 years#if it comes back to canada in a decade#ill consider it#but im getting a sky box if i do lmao
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Brooklyn baby is THE Lukadrien song
- my boyfriends in a band, he plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
Adrien to Luka
-I’ve got feathers in my hair
Senti symbolism
-I think we're like fire and water. I think we're like the wind and sea. You're burnin' up, I'm coolin' down. You're up, I'm down. You're blind, I see
Their opposites sun and moon/ prep x goth vibes
All the things she he said is a close runner up too.
#lukadrien#luka x adrien#adrien x luka#adrien agreste#luka couffaine#miraculous lb#miraculous fandom#miraculous ladybug#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#miraculous les aventures de ladybug et chat noir#miraculous
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HUUUM - s/t LP - Iranian-Austrian experimental folk trio (voice, reeds, electronics)
HUUUM's debut embodies the essence of Folk Futurism. Identifying as a band that reinterprets folklore in the present and envisions its role in the future, HUUUM recognizes folklore as a potent source of a community’s emotions—rage, desire, and sorrow. The band sees various dialects, dances, and tunes as a form of revolution, preserving elements that may one day be lost. Folklore music, shaped by times of war, oppression, uprising, and rebirth, continues to resonate.
The region known as Iran today is a mosaic of diverse cultures and languages. HUUUM's members express curiosity about delving into the music of this region, exploring its evolution through time, landscapes, history, and experimentalism. This debut album marks the beginning of HUUUM's musical journey.
Produced by: Rojin Sharafi
Composed by: Omid Darvish
Lyrics by: Omid Darvish
HUUUUM:
Omid Darvish: Vocals
Rojin Sharafi: Electronics
Astrid Wiesinger: Reeds
Guest Musicians:
Sarvin Hazin: Violin
Mahan Mirarab: Fretless Guitar, Bass
Recording by: Lukas Froschauer, Maz Vafaei
Mixed by: Patrick Pulsinger
Mastered by: Rupert Clervaux
Artwork: Hosna Darvishi, Ciaran Birch
Logo Design: Sahar Haghgoo
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2022 Kentucky Derby Field
Mo Donegal -- Irad Ortiz -- Tod Pletcher
Happy Jack -- Rafael Bejarano -- Doug O’Neill
Epicenter -- Joel Rosario -- Steve Asmussen
Summer is Tomorrow -- Mickael Barzalona -- Bhupat Seemar
Smile Happy -- Corey Lanerie -- Kenny McPeek
Messier -- John Velazquez -- Tim Yakteen
Crown Pride (JPN) -- Cristophe Lemaire -- Koichi Shintani
Charge It -- Luis Saez -- Todd Pletcher
Tiz The Bomb -- Brian Hernandez Jr -- Kenny
Zandon -- Flavian Prat -- Chad Brown
Pioneer of Medina -- Joe Bravo -- Todd Pletcher
Taiba -- Mike Smith -- Tim Yakteen
Simplification -- Jose Ortiz -- Antonio Sano
Barber Road -- Reylu Gutierrez -- John Ortiz
White Abarrio -- Tyler Gaffalione -- Safe Joseph Jr
Cyberknife -- Florent Gereoux -- Brad Cox
Classic Causeway -- Julien Leparoux -- Brian Lynch
Tawny Port -- Ricardo Santana Jr -- Brad Cox
Zozos -- Manny Franco -- Brad Cox
Ethereal Road -- Luis Contreras -- D Wayne Lukas
(AE) Rich Strike -- Sonny Leon -- Eric Reed
(AE) Rattle N Roll -- James Graham -- Kenny McPeek
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what fucking ever. madk panel redrawn as vex and cori (suckening oc). nothing matters
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Tad and his friends voices and singing voices
@jakkiisthatboy2
Main Voices:
Tad: Trevor white
Sara: Alex Kelly
Mummy: Joseph Balderrama
Tiffany maze: Gemma whelan
Ramona: Pippa Bennett Warner
Victoria: Elena Sanz
Ramirez: Elena suarel
Reena Roberto Ramirez: Olivia Rodrigo
Flora peace: Ariana grande
Minnie wakanda: Kiki Layne
Snowy Moscow: Taylor swift
Jessie wakins: Tiffany haddish
Kelsey swells: Ariel winter
Chai Ming Kong: akwafina
Nagham hugh: beyonce
Lukas Williams: Patton oswalt
Indiana jones: Harrison ford
Princess kida: Jenny slate
Nathan drake: Louis C.K
Dora: keke Palmer
Tiffany mordon: Sheila Victor
Riña: Brittney spears
Blair: dove Cameron( also singing voice in the crystal’s odyssey)
Andrea: Christina Vee
Ying: Constance Wu
Max: Adam James
Jack: Ramon tikaram
Pickles: Gary Martin
Queen Rosalina: Christina apple white
Shanlina: Nicki Minaj
Sarafina: Catherine Keener
Amy Jefferson: Eden Riegel
Jasmine Jefferson: Ciara bravo
Singing:
Tad: ZAYN
Sara: Tori Kelly
Mummy: Joseph Balderrama
Tiffany maze: Taylor swift
Ramona: Bebe wood
Victoria: auli’i Cravalho
Ramírez: auli’i Cravalho
Reena: Olivia Rodrigo
Lukas: Justin Bieber
Tiffany mordon: Renee Rapp
Riña: Brittney spears
Max mordon: Adam James
Blair: dove Cameron
Ying: Constance wu
Andrea: Christina Vee
Queen Rosalina: Jennifer Lopez
Shanlina: phillpha soo
Sarafina: phillpha soo
Jasmine: Matilda(Ronald daul musical)
Amy: auli’i Cravalho
Other voices:
Elena: Aimee Carrero
Isabel: Jenna Ortega
Mateo: Joseph Haro
Gabe: Jorge Diaz
Naomi: Jillian rose reed
Felice: Elle fanning
Victor: Dane dehaan
Camille: Maddie Ziegler
Odette: Carly Rae jespen
Eep: Emma stone
Guy: Ryan Reynolds
Dawn: Kelly Marie Tran
Thunk: Clark duke
Tad’s army:
Sam S: Anna faris
Winnie: Geraldine viswanathan
Alexandra: Aimee Garcia
Jun: Ashley Liao
Asha: Ariana debose
Mavis: Selena Gomez
Claire: Lexi medrano
Nita: Mandy Moore
Esmeralda: Demi Moore
Aja: Tatiana Maslany
Barbera lake: Amy Landecker
Morgana: Lena Headey
Tulip: Katie crown
Mario and Christopher: chris Pratt
Princess peach: Anna Taylor joy
Sonic: Ben Schwartz
Tails: Colleen o shaughnessy
Knuckles: idris Elba
Queen Amaya: Angelique carbal
Dahlia: Jennifer kumiyama
Simon: Evan Peters
Hal: Niko vargas
Gabo: Harvey Guillén
Safi: ramy youssef
Bazeema: Della saba
Dario: Jon rudnitsky
Kenny: Ken jeong
Kevin: Kevin hart
Ryan: Roger Craig smith
Anne: Philpha Alexander
Song list:
Runaway: one direction; (playing in the background when Tad’s late for work)
A different beat: little mix;(Rini’s cheerleading practice)
Do what you gotta do: dove Cameron: (pickles and Reena’s argument)
Meet the plastics: Renee Rapp (Tiffany mordons introduction)
Take look through my eye: Phil Collin( the mind of memories form first to third film)
Close your eyes: (mummy’s capture)
I’ll be there: ( Sara’s promise to get him back)
Born to be brave: Dane Rene, Olivia Rodrigo (Jessie wakins and Reena Roberto Ramirez helps tad convincing him that he was brave all along)
Welcome to this day: (the adventure begins)
World burn: Renee rapp (Tiffany Mordon’s villain song with dove Cameron; takes place to where she first meets Reena)
Shadows: (the ladies have a chance to cure him)
Granted: Olivia Rodrigo( rini realizes what she had done)
All of these things I’ve done: (the ladies realize what they’ve done to Rini)
Hearts of courage (Tad’s training)
This is really happening: (tad realizes for what Sara and Ramirez said)
Holding on for a hero (Tad’s training 2.0)
The final countdown( Tad’s final training)
Little Wonders (The Triple Team in new style)
Someday: (tad gets worried about mummy)
The rose song: Olivia Rodrigo and ZAYN (Reena cheers tad up)
Love always comes as a surprise; (Ramirez and Tad having fun together)
Go the distance: (rescue mummy time)
Can you feel the love tonight (Sara and tads romantic moment)
Mountain chase: (mountain discovery)
A whole new world: Olivia Rodrigo and Justin Bieber and ZAYN and Tori Kelly (the love between the two)
It takes two: (Elena, felice, eep, and their friends count on the team)
Rise to the heroes: Michael Rubino: (Tad’s upset stomach plan)
World burn reprise(1:44) Renee Rapp (Tiffany mordons villain song 2.0; she starts making everyone mean using her powers; her revenge on tad)
Love someone new (shanlina convinced tad to move on)
Wonder: Rachel platterns: (playing in the background during Tad’s transformation)
We’ll meet again: (mummy and Tad’s reunion)
The end of the world: (tad and Tiffany’s final battle)
Don’t go yet: (Mexican Independence Day, and the Chicago cats cheerleading squad)
A wish worth making: (end credits)
Empire: Ella Henderson ( playing in the background when end credits rolling)
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Edwin L. Marin directs Rosalind Russell as Doris Reed and Paul Lukas as Philo Vance in THE CASINO MURDER CASE (1935)
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peace talks have seemingly gone on for endless days if you ask those simply waiting about. invited for the grand gesture but turned to dive into what highgarden has to offer to avoid dying of boredom. the southern king showboats to his greatest, pandering to those he can and taking up all of the other monarchs' time as much as he's able. they indulge him, but at what cost?
as the week comes to a close, many are hopeful the talks have gone well and they might see respite from this forced visit to the reach's capitol.
but you know what they say about wishful thinking...
most of our nobility and their staff are simply indulging in highgarden when suddenly troops storm from every space. fear rises, screams are heard, and questions are yelled as the troops bar everyone in highgarden where they are found in that moment.
the largest question circulates, what in the hell is going on?
hello demons ! it is time for another chaos drop. as you can see southern knights have flooded highgarden and barred everyone where they were found. there are no answers being offered, simply guards refusing to budge.
this plot drop does not go into affect IC until monday, we will make a post from the main when you can begin threads revolving it.
to avoid characters being stranded alone, we are offering the following locations for people to be trapped in: highgarden markets, the grand ballroom (being used as a giant dining room), the largest private garden of the tyrell family, or within the hedge maze.
please send in to the main what characters will be in what location by monday, aug 21. after this we will assign who is left at random and dm you with the results. please be sure to spread your muses around so each location has a diverse group of writers. multiple muses in one space are allowed for those who have more than 4 characters.
you can only thread with the people who are trapped with your character, so be mindful of the list and be sure you are responding to opens accordingly.
you are very much welcome to still continue your older threads.
as usual if you have questions, just ask !
HIGHGARDEN MARKETS
tharon redsmith
lucerys targaryen
vorian dayne
alys karstark
denyse martell
calla tarth
pimchanok targaryen
quellon greyjoy
tobias tarth
jelena dayne
willas marbrand
lukas harlaw
aranya baratheon
victario
rickard karstark
tessaria
myriah yronwood
elaena targaryen
aravis baratheon
talyn templeton
THE GRAND BALLROOM
emira tyrell
abraxas martell
alexia stark
ferah tyrell
kaelys greyjoy
kaina upcliff
aaliyah mormont
belthasar stout
vaella swann
anisa silk
sebastian manderly
nymeria martell
kieran bolton
cemal tyrell
darnell arryn
maery greyjoy
ryon martell
melina hightower
soren snow
brynden tully
PRIVATE GARDEN
hugo mormont
cedrick ryswell
dovasary dayne
thalina tully
sharra martell
doran martell
jon stark
serena karstark
alicent arryn
harrion stark
helaena mallister
cailin mallister
mace redwyne
aiyla frey
sunwoo lannister
meghan tully
alister wynch
BRIAR MAZE
daegon greyjoy
eirelia bracken
qhorin drumm
mavrick lannister
andar royce
melony drumm
osric arryn
sybell marbrand
oberyn martell
daeron
katerina blacktyde
guinevere lannister
vika ryswell
visera waters
cregan stark
brandon reed
timur blacktyde
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Remaking unpleasant memories into loveable new ones <3
Characters:
- Teddy (By @recklessidi0t)
- Lukas Reed
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