#agent colombina

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

OUR LITTLE FOX

A/n: he waited long enough. It was time he made his move

You see, the things that pisses off Scaramouche was being toyed with. Oh how he hated that, and seeing his comrade trying to disrupt his plans was pushing thin his already short patience.

He would play his tune, he was the Balladeer after all. No man known to earth could stop his wrath, for he was no mere man nor God.

He wasn't number 6 for nothing.

He planned, he schemed and he waited. Soon, Snezhnaya would feel the crackling thunder breaking the clouds...

You were reading in the adjacent chamber of the meeting room, sat on one of the numerous plush sofas with your peluche near you.

You felt comfortable, safe there. Nothing could ever happened to you, not when you were so close to your uncles and aunties.

The door opened slowly, a maid entered with a tray full of snacks and tea. You lost track of time, again, but who could blame you, when you were so engulfed in your book?

"Lord y/n, I brought you your tea and biscuits. Would you like to eat something?" Asked the maiden. She was one of your favourites,she was so calm and patient.

You nodded politely and began to eat. Her smile never went away. Strange you thought,but you didn't think much of it.

Suddenly the door opened again,this time an agent came through. She turned a bit,her smirk falling a bit. You thought something must have been troubling her, if she had such vicious gaze on.

She turned, shielding your body with her. "Lord, please run inside the meeting room and don't turn back. Move Now!" she shouted while giving you an exit to escape.

You fled, fast and frantic, and you ran towards the meeting room, aware of another pair of footsteps following you.

You sprinted, you saw the door in front of you and with all your strength you pushed it opened. You were almost inside when a hand snatched you.

You trashed, kicked and screamed. Hopefully they would hear you from the crack in the door.

And they did.

You felt a swoosh behind you, and you would have been falling if a pair of strong hands didn't catch you.

Not bothering to check who it was, you hid inside that protective barrier. A rumbling yet soothing voice was speaking to you, yet you could hear no words.

Adrenaline, you heard someone say.

You closed your eyes, and let you be lulled to safety by those arms.

"Well well well comrade, what were you trying to do just now?" said a cheerfully eerie Childe. The man could only tremble. Before him were not only the 11th but all the Harbingers.

No word left that mouth. Nothing. Capitano stepped forward and scrutinized the man, silently looming over him. The man gripped by fear started to shake, and collapsed in a puddle on the floor.

Soon enough he would talk. "Dottore, Sandrone would you mind escorting him to have a nice chat?" Said Colombina.

The two smirked dangerously and the traitor pleaded, begged for mercy. And he revealed his plan.

"Please forg-" a chop connected with his neck, and he fell unconscious.

"Take him away. Pantalone, Pulcinella send some of your men in incognito. See if they uncover his hiding place" ordered Pierro.

They nodded and left.

"How are you feeling, darling?" asked gently Arlecchino, seeing you coming around. Something on your face told her all she needed. She and the others nodded and went into the adjacent room, seeing the maiden clean the mess made of the other. "Please excuse me, my lords for this mess" she said, bowing down.

"what have you gathered?" Asked Capitano. It was him who suggested her as your maid, given her impressive abilities, "well my lord not much. I only heard bits and pieces talking about a strange place in Inazuma, but nothing substantial".

Dismissing her once she cleaned the room, they all sat down. You were still bundled in the Jester's arm.

"Agents confirmed this intel. We still have to pinpoint the exact location" said Childe, creating water Oceanides with his vision to entertain you. Seeing you smile was a joy of its own.

"Good, send for me when you find something else. You are dismissed" and he went out, with you still in his arms.

Scaramouche knew his plan was working when some of his men came back to report.

"Inazuma you say. Let's see who'll win this" sneered the Balladeer.

The game didn't end with checkmate.

No, death was the only true end.

#genshin fanfic #genshin impact fic #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin x male reader #fatui headcanons #fatui harbingers

[the-roanoke-society]

i was working in the lab late one night...

when my eyes beheld an eerie sight...

welcome to the final post of horror aus for halloween 2020! i hope you all enjoyed the ride. i apologize for not having everything ready on halloween like i originally planned. remember that the inbox and dms are always open for questions, comments and concerns. if you missed them, here are parts one, two and three. all warnings still apply, so be forewarned.

i know things are scary right now. but to quote the infamous n. gaiman: fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

take it from me when i say that we outnumber the monsters of this world--and more importantly, take heart.

click below the cut if you, too, like doing the monster mash (no offense but it is kind of a graveyard smash...)

there’s bloodstains beneath the carpet - a ∆ au inspired by the super, co-starring technical officer drake and @agents-of-virtue​'s agent annabelle

it was a new start. for both drew and matthew. a new city, shining with opportunities and adventure. they had no shortage of hope--but maybe did have a little shortage of cash.

all the same, the knox-edwards boarding house wasn’t that bad. grimy and with a level of grunge akin to a garage band circa 1995, sure, but nothing unbearable.

but as drew was stuck in the hallway holding up their couch, matthew trying to figure out who needed to pivot and in what direction in order to not have furniture stuck in the doorway, he overheard it:

“what? another one? are you serious?”

two people were walking down the hallway, and they didn’t look to be much older than himself, or matthew. a man and woman, close together, as if they were conspiring.

“wait, drew, i think i got it, turn left a little bit--”

“as a heart attack. that makes it four people in three months. i’m telling you bekah, something fuckin’ weird in goin’ on here. people don’t just up and vanish from their own homes, and--oh!”

“drew! are you listening to me? turn it left!”

oh shit. oh shit. don’t act like you were obviously eavesdropping, maybe they didn’t notice...

“drew!”

“hi!”

welp. all right. be cool.

“uh--hello!” but he yelped when matthew unexpectedly let go of the couch, and it landed on the ground with a hard thud.

but drew was still processing what he heard. four people in three months? what did that mean?

mini soundtrack sampler includes: rockwell, ‘somebody’s watching me’ + absofacto, ‘dissolve’ + barns courtney, ‘99′

won’t you cut me down? - a second chances au inspired by seven in heaven

joan, normally, wasn’t so forward. at least, not a society-thrown event where multiple agencies were represented, and especially not when he knew lilith was around and not above reprimanding an agent in front of god and everyone else in the room.

but he’d had quite a bit to drink.

the evening was winding down.

and josie... josie was breathtaking.

he couldn’t help it.

“joan--joan!” she laughed as he turned her, taking her elbow and leading her down a hallway close to one of the larger coat closets. “what are you d--”

her voice cut off abruptly to the tune of joan’s mouth on hers, and the closing of a closet door.

joan didn’t stop to think about how this particular door wasn’t room he distinctly remembered. he was tipsy and enamored and his wife consumed his senses. he didn’t care.

but he did care a while later, after they’d made themselves presentable again and opened the door to a manor that was much, much quieter than he was expecting.

and josie felt it too.

it was an odd sensation, to feel that he’d stepped out of one place and into another entirely.

josie asked quietly, “where... where did everyone go?”

mini soundtrack sampler includes: jack white, ‘i’m shakin’‘ + konrad old money & sleep steady, ‘rage’ + k. flay, ‘blood in the cut’

my hands are growing colder - an inverse functions au inspired by eli

ginny knew erik wasn’t broken. she would rather have faced down a demon or some unholy thing sprung out of the gate than ever describe him like that.

but he was--unique.

beyond the understanding of most medical doctors, at least. even aly and caroline were struggling to treat his symptoms. it was like he’d become allergic to everything around him over the course of just a few days. his symptoms were sudden, severe, and left her nervous.

it wasn’t just allergies. she knew that. and if she had to seek help outside of the society, then so be it. all that mattered to her was seeing him brought back to health.

and late one night, during a despair-fueled search through some files in the archives that looked like they hadn’t been touched in years, she found a name: dr. isabella horn.

the fact that lacey, who’d been overseeing the roanoe medical wards for ages, hadn’t heard of her, should have been a warning.

but desperate times call for desperate measures.

the next day, they were on their way to a facility in the middle of the midwest--though ‘facility’ wasn’t quite the right word. it looked more like a mansion, with nothing but wheat fields all around as far as they eye could see. the horizon was only broken by the occasional oil derrick.

and they were surprised when they had to be buzzed through pressurized, completely sterile chambers to even get inside.

but there, right at the front of the welcoming committee, was a woman with dark eyes, and an easy smile.

“good afternoon! you must be ginny and erik, welcome. i’m dr. horn.”

but ginny didn’t trust her grin.

and that should have been the second warning.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: stevie wonder, ‘superstitious’ + the killers, ‘when you were young’ + the revivalists, ‘wish i knew you’

i saw your bones on the road - a pastel goth au inspired by the silence

meli would look back on it and realize with no small sense of irony how loud it was when it began.

the screaming, the terror. how she blasted her spotify on her furious drive to guiliana’s house in the blessedly quiet suburbs, eyes constantly searching the sky. she knew that the responsible thing to do would be to listen to the coverage on the radio, but honestly? she’d heard enough. she had more than half a brain, and she knew exactly what to do.

get her girlfriend and head--okay, maybe she didn’t know exactly what to do.

but giuliana was smart. they’d figure it out together.

the government didn’t know what they were, exactly. nobody did. meli only knew that they were calling them vesps.

it was a word that she mulled over frantically. linguistics was always a welcome distraction. she thought she’d heard it before, but all she could think of was the latin vespere. it roughly translated to ‘from the evening,’ or ‘from the night.’

from the dark.

perhaps that was an apt name.

the sunset had painted the sky in shades that were obnoxiously beautiful given the circumstances, and her jeep lurched in protest as she abruptly slammed the gear shift into park in the glow of guiliana’s porch lights.

in the distance, she could hear shrieking--but not that of human beings.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: mourning ritual, ‘bad moon rising’ + twenty one pilots, ‘ride’ + royal blood, ‘trouble’s coming’

waiting for the vultures - a time traveler’s husband au inspired by the houses october built

it had been dara’s idea.

“oh it’ll be fun! think about it, italy and the states celebrate halloween with way, way different aesthetics. think of this as getting a sampler of how america does it,” she said, sitting in silvano’s lap, charm volume as far up as it would go.

and he agreed. “all right--okay. a grand adventure across the country hitting as many haunted houses as we can.”

“geez, try not to sound too excited.”

he murmured into her shoulder, “i’m mostly excited to spend time with you. but if a road trip through october is what you want, then that’s exactly what we’ll do.”

he was rewarded with kisses peppered all over his face and a very excited dara dragging him excitedly to best buy to pick up a camcorder. “what? of course we need a camera! if we record everything then it’s like--i don’t know. like it’s ours. we can go back to it whenever want, and we can show all our friends the cool places we saw when we get home!”

dara hadn’t known then.

she didn’t know it would start with one lone figure in a clown costume standing in front of the rv like he was going to charge at it. she didn’t know that they would end up surrounded, followed. abducted.

it had been dara’s idea.

and she would never forgive herself.

mini soundtrack sampler includes: van halen, ‘runnin’ with the devil’ + the 1975, ‘if you’re too shy (let me know)’ + afi, ‘miss murder’

#seraphim speaks #∆ #agent bracken #technical officer delta #agent annabelle #technical officer drake #second chances #agent nephilim #agent ainsel #inverse functions #technical officer alvinne #technical officer theta #pastel goth #agent agave #agent colombina #the time traveler's husband #agent pantalone #agent umbriel

[agent-hood]

// @agentargus bc Giuliana needed one too

#agent colombina #how spooky how sweet #giuliana

[agentargus]

“So which one of you is the goth ballerina who prefers knives and which one of you is the girly jock who prefers handgrenades?”

Roanoke has a goth WLW ship and a girly WLW ship, but I guess it takes Repubblica and Statesman to have the goth/girly WLW ship. There are many nice things about shipping your own OCs and making moodboards is one of them.

#nine of pentacles (agent agave) #seven of swords (agent colombina) #not sure what to call this ship #will probably call it pastel goth because i am uncreative

[djinmer4]

Witness Protection (Amalgam!verse)

Takes place about a month after ‘Beware the Creeper.’

The doorbell to the Wayne Manor rang, but Logan happened to be in the middle of unmolding his new casein bullets, so he yelled for Alfred to answer the door.  “Bruce said he’s going to drop by to discuss Creed’s and Colombina’s incarceration, so that’s probably him.” 

Alfred gave a brief bow and left.  After a few minutes he returned.  “I regret to inform you that it was not young master Bruce at the door.”  Logan looked up.  Beside Alfred was the TV investigator, Kurt Ryder- with a laundry basket.  “How many times do I have to tell you, we are not a laundromat.”  Which of course Alfred promptly put paid to by indeed taking the basket and leaving the two Gothamites to talk by themselves.  “Nor are we a fast food joint, since I’m pretty sure that you intend to mooch off us again.”

“Hey, I was going to do my laundry after my visit here, not my fault Alfred spotted it in the back seat and offered.  I just felt I should at least carry it all the way down here.  He is getting old, after all.”

“But you still expect to be fed?”

“Well . . . “  The taller man meandered in looking over various trophies that Dark Claw had collected from his opponents.  “At least I have more than one reason to come by.  A little bird told me that the head of SHIELD was coming by to discuss our most recent venture.  I thought I’d come by and assist.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but Kurt did have a point.  Bruce probably had a few questions about the recent capture of the Hyena, and this way Logan wouldn’t have to chase down the busy investigator to get his former ward his answers.  Wouldn’t prevent him from ragging on the other though.  “Sure, and has nothing to do with your non-existent cooking abilities or blatant crushing on Colombina now would it?”

“Between the show, the investigations, and vigilantism I don’t have time to cook anymore.  I wish Anne-Marie would move back in.”  Kurt sulked.

“No one wants an overprotective big brother around when they’re trying to get some free time with their significant other.”

“I wasn’t overprotective!”

“Okay, no one wants teasing, pranking big brother around when-”

“I get the point.  And I’m not crushing on Colombina, I was simply being friendly.”

“Sure, is that what you called it with Kokoro?”

They could probably have gone on for hours, but Alfred was back again.  “Young Master Bruce has arrived.”  The younger man wandered into the room, taking the same roving path the reporter had done before.  “Logan nice to see you again.  Ryder, same.” He got down to business quickly.  “Logan, I need to ask you a favor for the prisoner, Colombina.”

“Eh?” One arched eyebrow.  “Shoot.”

“I need you to take her and keep her under house arrest for a while.  Maybe even up to a year or two, although I’ll try to make it shorter.”

The two older men stared at him.  This was not what they had expected.  “I assume there’s a reason for this.”

“Yeah, when we put her vitals through the database, she came up as Kitty Pryde, missing child of twelve reported five years ago.  Her dad’s listed as deceased, apparently a botched mugging a year after she disappeared.  Mom’s also MIA, no contact information at all.  They had divorced after her kidnapping, and her dad was the one who kept in contact with the police.”

“That doesn’t explain why you want her under house arrest.  I mean yeah, that’s not great for her, but that’s what juvenile prison is for, right?”  Logan felt a brief flash of regret when he saw Kurt wince.  The reporter had a soft spot for orphans, being one himself.  But that didn’t mean Logan had to take in every under age criminal he found.

“The problem is she came up twice in the database.  Her DNA is listed under Department K, as Weapon-XXIV.”

“Oh shit.”  Logan didn’t need the other to start putting the pieces together.  Bruce didn’t want her under house arrest as an act of clemency.  He needed to keep her alive to act as a witness against Department K.

After Sgt. Rock had bit the bullet saving the young Bruce from his own recklessness chasing the Green Skull, it had been a wake-up call to the SHIELD agent.  Although still hot-headed, he had forced himself to slow down, and started taking better care of his teammates.  Even Nick Fury had been impressed, saying that the man had eventually earned the promotion that he had initially bought.  Eventually when the time came for Fury to retire, he had handed the reins over to Bruce Wayne.  Logan occasionally went to see the ancient man and as far as he knew, Nick had never regretted his choice of successor.

Of course, being the new head of SHIELD meant that Bruce Wayne could no longer devote all his time to chasing the Green Skull.  One of the many distractions that had popped up was Department K, the joint US-Canada program that attempted to create human weapons.  Logan Wayne himself was a former product of the program, along with the Hyena.  Both had been part of Weapon-X, but while Logan had come through with his sense of decency and morality intact, the same could not have been said for Creed H. Quinn.  The fact that they escaped and both ended up in New Gotham really said everything Logan needed to know about both Fate and Chance.

SHIELD had been trying to shut down Department K since Nick Fury’s time.  Now that Bruce had his hands on another eye witness . . . “You don’t trust anyone else with this, do you?”

The younger man shook his head then blue eyes met brown.  “I had her pulled from the general population and put into SHIELD’s cells as soon as I found out, but you know how inter-department rivalry works.  Sooner or later they’ll slip someone past our hiring screens or activate a sleeper agent, and POOF! goes all our evidence.  Moving her here has several advantages.  First, I know that none of you are sleepers for Department K.  Second, you’re pretty high profile.  I want as many eyes on her as I can.  Third, I can also depend on you to be able to keep her under arrest.  You and Sparrow have the necessary equipment and skills to keep her from escaping if it comes to that.  And finally, I think living with you, Alfred and Jubilation will be good for her.  She can see that despite what happened she can still have a worthwhile life.”

“For a second there, I thought you were going to say something about a normal life.” interrupted the TV celebrity.  

“I don’t think anyone in this room can claim to have a normal life, Mr. Ex-Olympic Athlete.  And the only reason I didn’t throw you out is because I want you to use your influence to keep the spotlight on her as much as possible until I’ve dismantled Department K.  Worst case scenario, if they get her, but we make it into a big enough mess I’ll get orders from above to limit the damage.  It won’t be the clean, official sweep I want, but anything’s better than nothing.”

Kurt flashed the man a lopsided salute.  “Orders received, mein herr.” 

Logan gave his friend an exasperated look.  “It’s still my decision.”  He remained silent for a moment.  “I’ll need to run it past Alfred and Jubilation, but if they both agree, then yeah, we’ll take her.  She’ll be here as a foster though, would look kind of suspicious if we treat her as a prisoner.”

“I’m issuing a blanket pardon in return for her testimony against Department K so that’s fine.”  The younger man tilted his head.  “Just a thought, but she is familiar with New Gotham’s underground.  Perhaps you and Sparrow could use her in your operations.”  He turned to the other crime-fighter.  “Or maybe Nightcreeper could use a partner?”

“We’ll see.”

#kurt ryder #logan wayne #bruce wayne #amalgam!verse #no kitty in this one

[italiano1a-nadine]

Benvenuti a Milano

[Ritornello: Bassi Maestro] Benvenuti a Milano Capitale indiscussa del rap italiano Il posto in cui vengono perché sanno chi siamo Dove quando sbagli non ti danno una mano Benvenuti a Milano Dove chi chiede scusa non finisce lontano Dove c'è merda di cui non parla Saviano Dovunque c'è una festa "Pronti raga? Dai, andiamo" [Strofa 1: Lazza] Chiedono "Zzala, che flow c'hai?" Un flow d'oro, Klondike Fai silenzio, sì, quando rimo Tu un cagnolino, Yorkshire Muovo i fili se ho in mano il micro Incontri del quarto tipo La tua tipa è già al quarto tipo Tu chiudilo un quarto, tipo Faccio fuego con Bassi Sono il solito pazzo Cambia poco con gli anni Succhiaci ancora il cazzo Ghettuso, Gattuso Su 'sta maglia frà ci cucio l'8 Parli come fossi Provenzano Ma dal vivo sei un cucciolotto Me ne lavo le mani, nuovo Ponzio Pilato Sai il rap? Sono dello staff Mollo uno stronzo in privato Ehi ehi, stai buono, non ho ancora cominciato Questo suono è C4, colpito e affondato Fai il mio nome da un po', cosa cazzo continui? Tanti chiamano hip hop musica per bambini Il mondo è pieno di bitches, quindi cosa te la tiri? Quello che c'hai tra le gambe L'hanno visto tutti, Laura Pausini [Strofa 2: Lanz Khan] Naqshbandi, solo nella folla Una bolla, tu Bugs Bunny Fottiti che fotto i tuoi soci da rap funny Buttati di sotto, ti shotto bro, Ted Bundy LK, fuori gli AK, Milano è un Golgota Fumo coi califfi, tu suchi Calippi a Sodoma Fuori al Bangla bevo la quarta in meditazione sufi Aspiro la scighera, è la city che suona come I Gufi Divinazione Umbanda Vedo il piombo che si fa divina azione Uganda Bombe nella mutanda Bello di notte in zona, mi dona il frac Presidente della merda: McDonald Trump Molla i guantoni zio, non boxi con Dio Il credo è come l'oppio, sono tossico anch'io Quale reggaeton, flusso esoterico alla René Guénon Rimo, poi ti cago sul cuscino bro, come Rimbaud [Strofa 3: Bassi Maestro] Sulla traccia con Lanz Khan, sale l'ansia Tieni in alto la guardia, ho le rime Ras Kass Più mangi merda più ne hai frà, la vita è aspra Vai via di testa come il pazzo che ha sclerato in Francia Il cielo è il limite, per questo disegniamo cupole È il motivo per cui spesso ho i testi sulle nuvole Lettere ancora più cubiche, santi numi man Metto a fuoco moltitudine, ma quali crudité Dini ha le parole come Scarabeo Ma non è un fottuto gioco, sono in gara e creo Stimolazioni come un cazzo di massaggio thai Quando eri in viaggio hai preso il cazzo, frate' ce la fai? Scrivo for the fuck of it Qui a Milano Dick Dastardly Veterano a capo di una click di bastardi Che ti fanno fare figura meschine Metti in stop la lingua e bevi stop scheming Sopra K-Sluggah porto la tribù È una vergogna questo 16, l'hai scritto tu? Frate', suoni elementare fuori dalle casse E salutami mia figlia quando torni in classe [Ritornello: Bassi Maestro] Benvenuti a Milano Capitale indiscussa del rap italiano Il posto in cui vengono perché sanno chi siamo Dove quando sbagli non ti danno una mano Benvenuti a Milano Dove chi chiede scusa non finisce lontano Dove c'è merda di cui non parla Saviano Dovunque c'è una festa "Pronti raga? Dai, andiamo" [Strofa 4: Pepito Rella] Ho visto sempre Milano dalla periferia Costretto a guardare i palazzi Quando devo sorseggiare la mia sangria Son Don Simon, cinque passi e sono dentro Apro le porte di 'sto inferno usando le chiavi di casa mia Tavoli imbanditi, ma seduti ai tavoli banditi Sopra i tavoli giullari fanno ridere Ancora meno di Geppi Cucciari Rimo seguendo spartiti circolari E se mi cerchi in circonvalla cerchi circolari Imbucato a feste come imbuco lettere Bucato gomme come imburro tessere, non sai chi essere Con il tuo buco hai dato il suo benessere Nel portafoglio tu c'hai soldi mentre io c'ho fototessere 'Fanculo te e Gianluca Vacchi, non vengo ai tuoi yacht party Chardonnay e Chianti, con la mia X sono su Hot Party Da Zona 1 a Zona 9 già mi fanno gli applausi dai parchi E parlano coi pacchi se parlano i fatti Con tutta questa nebbia non ci vede la pula (La pula, la pula) Ma se ci becca Nino 'sto pallone lo buca (Lo buca, lo buca) [Strofa 5: Axos] Agente, questa è Milano, come la viviamo? Cantiamo alla Madunina, poi smadonniamo Ho gli occhi di mia nonna affissi sul rosario Sembra Colombina frà, parla con un santo colombiano Break'n Boss, picchio il dolore qui dove cova Bassi Qui le ossa fanno il rumore del piscio sopra i sassi Birra bionda, fammi cantare prima che Scilla morda Loro han messo gli alberi in zona, mi faccio amica l'ombra È la vergogna degli infami, mi disse un saggio Sedeva fuori scuola sopra un Piaggio Manco un pianto quando nonno è morto, forme di coraggio La freddezza di 'sto mondo ha preso forme di contagio Manco il tempo di guardarmi in faccia E già stavo cambiando forma Tendo alla vitaccia perché so che tutto quanto torna Ed io nel mio ostracismo ti ho mandato via Romanticismo e Bavaria, sputo sulla bara mia e brah

[antgprats]

El Ayuntamiento llama a la Junta a la responsabilidad en el ejercicio de sus competencias para aplicar el protocolo del Covid-19 en los espectáculos taurinos de Colombinas

El Ayuntamiento llama a la Junta a la responsabilidad en el ejercicio de sus competencias para aplicar el protocolo del Covid-19 en los espectáculos taurinos de Colombinas

El Ayuntamiento de Huelva ha trasladado a la Junta de Andalucía su preocupación por las imágenes que se están difundiendo de los festejos taurinos que organiza la empresa Plaza de Toros La Merced en los que aparentemente no se cumple con el protocolo de distanciamiento social y aforo que exige la Junta de Andalucía. Así, desde el Consistorio se insta a todos los agentes implicados, la empresa,…

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#ayuntamiento de huelva #covid-19 #espectáculos taurinos #huelva

[almayego672]

Una joven sevillana de 20 años sufre una agresión sexual durante las Fiestas Colombinas de Huelva

EFE * Se ha detenido a un hombre de 25 años y nacionalidad dominicana, que ya ha ingresado en prisión. Una joven de 20 años, natural de un pueblo de Sevilla, ha denunciado haber sufrido una agresión sexual durante las Fiestas Colombinas de Huelva, hechos por los que se ha detenido a un hombre de 25 años y nacionalidad dominicana, que ya ingresado en prisión por orden judicial. La joven fue encontrada por unos viandantes la madrugada de este jueves malherida en la calle Sabino Negral, en una zona de arboleda ubicada tras las zonas donde están instaladas las hamburgueserías de dicho recinto. Estos alertaron a la Policía Local, cuyos agentes se personaron en la zona y prestaron una primera aiótencn a la joven que fue trasladada al hospital Juan Ramón Jiménez de Huelva para valoración, interponiendo con posterioridad la correspondiente denuncia por los hechos ante la Policía Nacional. El juez ha decretado su ingreso en prisión provisional comunicada y sin fianza y le investiga por un presunto delito de agresión sexual; la causa por estos hechos la llevará el Juzgado de Instrucción número 3 de Huelva, según ha informado el Tribunal Superior de Justicia de Andalucía (TSJA). http://dlvr.it/R9XdxH

[agent-thorn]

🎁

Harry- The twins love to encourage Harry’s ‘old man’ side where he just putters about with his sweets, so to encourage that they invest a lot of time in a basket full of snack cakes from around the world (the ‘Tokyo Banana’s are a big hit), and Carter procures a collection of antique tie clips and cuff links (purely decorative, no modifications allowed) while Parker knits the coziest rose-tinted cardigan for him to wear when not on missions (plus the color keeps Rae from stealing it). Mr Olive meanwhile gets his own basket of treats

Dante & Guiliana- it was a little daunting at first to meet a set of siblings possibly closer than they are, but if anyone understands the relationship those two have, it’s the twins. So to show solidarity, the twins learn a bit of metal working to make a matching 4-piece set of friendship bracelets (Carter and Dante already get along alarmingly well, and Parker actually finds Guiliana charming and fun the creepiness only adds to it). And if a joke book, lace wristlets, and some black orchids are thrown in then that’s just a cherry on top

Pru- Carter and Pru don’t have a relationship outside of ‘I am aware of your existance and am a fan of it’, but he still gifted her some catnip (a resilient breed, great for a first time plant-owner) in a pot shaped like the head of the guardian robot from ‘castle in the sky’. Parker however adores Pru and strives very hard to be someone worthy enough to be designated ‘friend’- and so very meticulously collected poems, essays, and letters from figureheads such as Maya Angelou, the Dalai Lama, Alice Walker, etc., and put them into a journal with a blank page facing it so she could write down her thoughts on the subject (part of the human experience is figuring something out and coming to a new conclusion as you’re talking about it)- and of course Alan Purring gets a silly hat to wear.

#holiday gifts #agent argus #agent pru #agent alichino #agent colombina

[agentargus]

//A bonus mythology AU for @spookylilmoonpie because they’ve been really supporting me lately.

#the fool (agent thorn) #strength (agent hood) #the page of swords (agent alichino) #seven of swords (agent colombina) #mun’s moodboards #broship: disaster siblings

[agentargus]

//My girls wanted to join the “women in suits” party.

#seven of swords (agent colombina) #the page of cups (agent pru)

[agentargus]

Silvano is much less cynical than he thinks he is. When he studied art in Italy, he was lead by little more than excitement at the prospect of exploration and creativity. (He saw that same excitement in Dara before he realized it, which is part of why he fell in love with her, but that didn’t happen until later.)

His time working as one of the Nine, an order of alchemists working in interdimensional transmutation was what started the cynicism. These so-called higher minds, with the farthest reaches of the galaxy at their disposal, were even more concerned with superficial human vices—growing wealth, expanding their own lives, moving up social ladders, using their abilities to control others—than the average human being seemed to be. It was artifice rather than art, the illusion of exploration, and he thought that was all there could be on a larger scale.

Going back to his family was bittersweet. He appreciated being understood and nurtured, but having been away would have changed him even without the alchemical rituals. Falling back into the role he had before he’d left just didn’t work for him anymore. Time went on and he saw his parents die and his sisters grow older. Safiya got married, had children, and was the only member of that family who had a relatively normal life. I like to think she was fine with that.

The first time Silvano met Dara (but not the first time she met him) was when she took Amira back with her to the future. Already, Dara was a positive presence in Silvano’s life, both freeing him from his perceived responsibility of taking care of his baby sister, and insuring they would meet again in the future. (TLDR, Amira became immunocompromised after a bad childhood illness and probably would have died of the Plague had she stayed in her own time period.)

Silvano’s time with the vampire colony was an attempt to rebuild what he no longer had: a close-knit community whose concern with survival bred devotion even where it might not otherwise exist. It felt safe for awhile, but eventually became stifling. Art became the only way he was able to distinguish himself from others and he found himself less and less able to take time to pursue it.

For a time, Silvano thought there was something inherently artistic and therefore freeing about romantic relationships, but this made more sense in theory than in practice. Likewise, the flamboyantly brooding facade that Dominic presented was really something form of controlled aberration—think the surly goth cousin that still comes to all the once-mandatory family gatherings in full makeup and spikes even after they’ve become an independent adult and aren’t being forced by their family to come. Dominic was very much part and parcel of that family unit, more than happy with what he was able to do and be within it, and I think that’s just as much the reason he and Silvano broke up as it was Silvano joining Repubblica.

Gemma—later Agent Virgil—was the only member of the Nine with whom he’d shared what might be called a friendship. It was strained at times, but surrounded by aging pseudo-immortals with old-world ideas, they took comfort in having someone their own age around. She was the one who convinced him to join Repubblica eventually. (He has a habit of being too loyal at times. This was probably one of them.)

The whole thing felt a little farcical, a song and dance of diplomacy, but these things required creativity. There was a reason he and three three vampires from the colony who joined chose agent handles from the Commedia De l’arte. (Maybe one day, I’ll write something about Former Agent Colombina, Agent Arleccino, and Agent Brighella.) It felt superficial but at least this was a self-aware superficiality. It was a job he’d taken because he didn’t think there was a better option.

Dara represented some of the first times that Silvano felt like he could be completely himself, creative without artifice, loving without being stifled by his role in a family unit. He could enjoy himself without feeling self-conscious. And when he did feel himself getting cynical again, that cynicism would always be challenged. (I think at the beginning, he saw her as a bit of a manic pixie dream girl, but once he came to know her as an actual person, he loved her for who she was, not just for how he felt when he was around her.)

It also helped that the little community he built within Repubblica mostly loved her. When Arleccino and Colombina Sr. retired, he built a close relationship with their successors and all four adored her. (Because this probably doesn’t make sense otherwise, “Alichino” is a pun on “Arleccino,” and also one of the demons in “The Inferno,” so the switch in code names was the successor joking on the original.) Even the other vampires came to love her. (Dominic goes to her for fashion advice on a regular basis.)

Gemma never entirely warmed up to Dara, and the weirdness of it was the first red flag that Silvano took seriously. Despite the gossip of some of the other agents, it wasn’t a romantic rivalry. (Gemma’s super gay.) I think it was more that Gemma bonded with a more insecure, people-pleasing version of Silvano who only saw himself as the older brother figure and not as an individual. (I think one of the reasons she decided to take Dante on as a protégée after Agent Arleccino retired was because she saw the same qualities in him.) She didn’t feel like she knew the person Silvano was when he felt more comfortable and confident with himself. He changed in ways she didn’t understand and that was terrifying. She’d become so devoted to her practice in an attempt to understand forces out of her control and she couldn’t even understand her former best friend. In truth, she’d become the very sort of stuffy old alchemist set in outdated ways that she’d once befriended Silvano to escape.

(Their friendship became even more strained when Silvano found out that Gemma did a lot of bad things in the name of science and didn’t take responsibility for them, but that’s another story.)

I think Silvano realizing that she hadn’t changed while he did made him rethink his cynicism. There’s a lot of reason to be cynical, but you can’t become so set in your ways that you lose sight of the fact that you can make positive change in little ways.

#the emperor (agent pantalone) #muse info #I’ve been re-reading watchmen and I thoroughly disagree with Alan Moore on the nature of omnipotence #it would have been more powerful to me if Manhattan had more childlike hope from having seen the future #omnipotence should mean seeing everything and knowing that you can find meaning in at least some of it #anyway this is why I have ocs

[the-roanoke-society]

now presenting...

mission and instrumental themes as composed by disparition for assorted members of roanoke, kingsman, statesman and beyond.

one of the ways i’ve been dealing with my seasonal depression this year is going back and re-listening to old episodes of welcome to night vale. disparition is the man behind the music, and it’s--a little experimental. consider these both gifts and possible sound prompts, if you so desire.

all that aside, this was just for fun. i know there are some handles that might’ve gotten left off the list, but i assure you that the intent’s not malicious.

mix below the cut.

the roanoke society.

agent seraphim.

agent succubus.

agent houdini.

agent lycan.

the scribe.

lilith.

agent sprite.

agent seance.

agent crowley.

agent specter.

mothman.

agent ondine.

agent arizona.

agent cherub.

agent rougarou.

agent annabelle.

technical officers wyvern, drake & longma - the washington avenue project.

agent sentinel.

agent zed.

agent elfin.

agent nova.

agent zenith/charlie hesketh.

agent phoenix.

agent judas.

agent pru.

agent hood.

technical officer rook.

agent chimera.

agent nightcrawler.

agent iuniore.

agent cerberus.

agent archivist.

agent thorn.

agent exorcist.

agent nephilim.

agent ainsel of the borley council.

technical officer signal.

agent bracken.

technical officer delta.

agent jötunn.

former agent nova.

technical officer alvinne.

technical officer theta.

agent umbriel.

statesman.

champ.

agent whiskey.

agent tequila.

agent rum.

ginger ale.

kingsman.

former agent galahad.

agent galahad.

agent lancelot.

merlin.

repubblica dei lupi.

agent pantalone.

agent colombina.

agent alichino.

princess tilde.

billie joe.

#the roanoke society #agent seraphim #agent succubus #agent houdini #agent lycan #the scribe #lilith #agent sprite #agent seance #agent crowley #agent specter #mothman #agent ondine #agent arizona #agent cherub #agent rougarou #agent annabelle #technical officer drake #technical officer wyvern #technical officer longma #the washington avenue project #agent sentinel #agent zed #agent elfin #agent nova #agent phoenix #agent judas #agent pru #agent hood #technical officer rook

[agentargus]

Portal, Tomb, Elixir 💖💖

Portal: What’s the inspiration behind your agent(s) code name?

I had SO MUCH FUN choosing code names.

Harry was pretty straightforward: “Argus” is the name of a family of butterflies with eye-spots, named for Hera’s bodyguard in Greek mythology. Argus was transformed into a peacock when he failed to guard something (in some versions it’s the Golden Fleece, in some it’s the Golden Apples, etc.) Argus is also the name of one of the Knights of the Round Table in some versions of the myth. So we have a badass gentleman knight who struts around like a peacock and loves butterflies. It seems pretty appropriate.

Pru (Public Relations Unit) just uses her own name. I just played with potential acronyms until I found one that worked.

For Erik, I live relatively close to the source of the Hicks Road colony legend and was trying to use it in a way that separated it from the ableism of the original. In the original legend, the members of the colony were all albinistic because ableism says albinistic people are scary/weird apparently. “Alvinne” comes from the same root term (meaning “pale/white,”) but it refers to these specific ghost witches in French legend. It tied in nicely with my weird alchemical lore.

For my main three Repubblica characters, I just straight up took the names of Commedia Dell’Arte characters. Pantalone is the rich guy who the servant characters (including the clown characters) work for, so it made the most sense for Silvano, the fancy senior officer who got saddled with training the disaster siblings. Colombina is essentially the Italian version of the ballerina character in “Petrushka,” so it fit Giu, who I’d originally kind of intended to be a Burton-ized version of Natasha Romanoff lol. “Alichino” is actually a pun! In “The Inferno,” Alichino is one of the demons, but it’s also one of the names for “Harlequin.” In addition, it’s also the name of a species of androgynous demons in a manga I loved when I was a kid. So of course I had to give it to my genderfucked demon clown boy Dante.

Dara and Amira’s codenames, “Umbriel,” and “Abali,” respectively, are both stars. They work in space-time. Self-explanatory.

—

Tomb: Do they live at the manor or on their own? What does their room/place look like?

I only have two actual Roanoke agent characters and the rest work for sister organizations except for Billie, who is basically a squatter at the manor and crashes/charges on the couch. Pru lives there too, but she has her own room. It’s pink and pastel and pretty like something you’d find on an aesthetic blog, except for all the miscellaneous robot parts. It’s a little macabre, things like extra limbs, extra eyeballs, etc. I don’t know what living arrangements are like at Washington Avenue, but I would imagine that Erik probably shares a place with Ginny, whether that be in the manor or otherwise. There are at least five computers, if not more. Also comic books everywhere. I kind of get the idea that when left to his own devices, he leaves piles of clutter for days before flushing it out into the great expanse of the eldritch realms. Poor Ginny.

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Elixir: How does your agent(s) act when intoxicated? Is there a society event they’ve embarrassed themselves at?

Harry holds his booze well. He has a lot of practice. Merlin could tell you stories about when he was young and stupid, though—despite being one to talk because we know what Merlin is like when he’s drunk lol.

Pru and Billie can only get synthetically drunk but when that happens, both have been known to just sort of stumble up to pretty girls, be like, “I just wanted to tell you’re really pretty and it makes me happy,” before kind of wandering away.

Giuliana is not allowed to drink anymore, even though her healing factor means that it takes a lot to get her drunk. As you would expect from someone with a lot of barely-repressed rage, she’s the least fun kind of drunk. Thus far, she hasn’t actually killed anyone at an Annual Gala, but she’s stabbed enough people that precautions are necessary. The worst time was when she beheaded someone (luckily, this particular individual was able to regrow two heads in its place, so it was fine. Many jokes were made about it for years to come.) Dante isn’t a very fun drunk either, but he mostly just cries a lot, usually about Lorenzo not liking him back. (Eventually, he moves on, but he nurses that crush for years lol.)

Silvano doesn’t drink. He likes to be as in control of his senses as possible. Erik doesn’t really like the taste of most alcoholic drinks. He tends to take one or two sips before “forgetting” where he left his drink.

Dara and Meli are my only fun drunks lol. They do a lot of silly party dances and stuff, it’s all just good fun.

[agentargus]

Finally an updated list of OCs and NPCs!

Roanoke:

Agent Pru

Name: Public Relations Unit (P.R.U.)

Aliases: Prudence Jane Doe, Pru, formerly Prototype Unit

Position: Public Relations, Press Secretary,

Mentor: Agent Ginger Ale, Agent Succubus

FC: Daphne Groeneveld (formerly Moriah Poppy)

Technical Officer Alvinne

Name: Erik Winchester Gibson

Aliases:

Position: Archivist Apprentice, cyber-intelligence

Mentor: Agent Archivist, Former Agent Alvinne

FC: Jade Puget

Former Agent Alvinne

Name: Sybelle Blanche

Position: Sensitive (position since made obsolete, responsibilities changed when code name was passed down.)

Mentor: Lilith

FC: Judith Roberts

Washington Avenue Project:

Agent Umbriel

Name: Dara Hadassah Daochin

Aliases:

Position: Space-time field agent

Mentor: Former Agent Nova

FC: Helen Lasichanh

Technical Officer Abali

Name: Amira Alya Albarado

Position: Interdimensional communications

Mentor: Former Agent Nova

FC: Janelle Monae

Statesman:

Agent Agave

Name: Melinda Margarita Medina-Tomas

Aliases: Meli, former Miss Teen Roseville

Position: intelligence-based field agent

Mentor: Agent Champagne

FC: Alexa Penavega

Repubblica Dei Lupi

Agent Dante Alighieri

Name: Padre Vitus Michaelangelo Xaviero

Aliases: Professor X.

Position: Head

Mentor: Former Agent Dante Alighieri

FC: Al Pacino

Agent Virgil

Name: Gemma Selena Angelini

Aliases: Gem, Virge

Position: Head quartermaster, head of technology department

Mentor: Nicholas Flammel

FC: Victoria Cabello

Agent Cesare

Name: Simona Julia Lombardo

Position: Werewolf ambassador, senior field agent

Mentor: Former Agent Cesare

FC: Marisa Tomei

Agent Pantalone

Name: Silvano Giuseppe Bilal Albarado III

Aliases: Papa

Position: Undead specialist, senior field agent

FC: Pharrell Williams

Agent Colombina

Name: Giuliana Maria Argenti

Aliases: Giu, Giu-Giu

Position: field agent

Mentor: Agent Pantalone

FC: Christina Ricci

Agent Alichino

Name: Dante Feliciano Argenti

Position: Field medic

Mentor: Agent Pantalone, Agent Virgil

FC: Davey Havok

Other:

Name:Ana Paula Argenti

FC: Olivia Hussey

Name: Unknown

Aliases: Il Dottore

FC: Brian Cox

Name: Andrew Lawrence Rees

FC: Robert Englund

Name: Unknown

Aliases: Ted, Teddy Bear

FC:Gerard Butler

Name: Battle-Integrated Laser Lifeform Intelligence Experiment (B.I.L.L.I.E.) #J-03

Aliases: Billie, Billie Joe Adams

FC: Bryan Dechart (formerly Ash Stymest)

[agentargus]

Goth Girls Club: Archivist, Succubus & Colombina. An eldritch monstergirl, a sexy witch, and a hit-woman. They’re like the holy trinity of goth girl goals lol.

(Rae and I decided that Olga Danilchenko was an acceptable occasional faceclaim for Succubus because just look at her, she radiates Succubus energy.)

@agent-absinthe @theagentofarchives

#mun’s moodboards