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Shadow and Veil-Chapter Forty Five

Summary: Eva Moore’s life was a carefully constructed fiction. Every day, she did exactly what her mother in law, her husband, and his best friend expected of her. No mistakes. And, that was going pretty well for Eva right up until a huge complication literally tried to run her over. Now, she’s faced with trying to keep the pieces of her life from falling apart while attempting (and failing) to keep her feelings for her husband’s new business partner at bay.

A/N: This fic is a sister-fic to A Need So Great and A Need Unleashed. You do not need to have read ANSG or ANU to read this fic, but there are Easter eggs from those fics in Shadow and Veil for readers with keen eyes. This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence, and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.

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Three days.

Eva had been in that house for three days.

Mostly, she sat in the armchair and watched the TV with Alexei. Josh, eager to please his friend, had it brought in from somewhere. She’d managed to find a channel with telenovelas (although not her telenovela) and happily explained some of the major plot devices to a dubious Alexei.

During commercial breaks, Eva did what she could for him, although he was further along in his healing than she anticipated. He could walk, if slowly. His range of motion was almost at a hundred percent. And, he was itching to do something other than lie around all day. Eva felt for him. She was also itching to do something. Escape, mainly.

She just couldn’t find her opening.

If it wasn’t Juan at the door, it was another man named Xavier. They rotated on twelve hour shifts at six and six. Eva could only assume it was the same for the man at the door. If that weren’t enough, Myra had a habit of stopping in at regular intervals, claiming that she was checking on her ‘patient’.

She would come in, ask Alexei how he was doing. Sometimes she would give him a small bit of news from town. Every time, she ignored Eva. Which was fine. Eva didn’t much feel like making small talk.

Alexei didn’t seem to sleep. At least, not deeply. He dozed now and again, sometimes falling into a light slumber that lasted maybe twenty minutes. Even then, he startled at the smallest noise. She had to be very, very quiet if she wanted to work on getting the cuff open.

There were no pins like the one Horacio had taught her to use, just a pair of scissors that she’d disassembled. They were small enough to fit into the lock, but not so small that they could catch the hooks to loosen the cuff. It was frustrating work made even more frustrating by the fact that she never got more than a moment to herself.

Eva felt like she was being constantly watched—by Alexei, by Myra, by Juan and Xavier, by Josh. She couldn’t even breathe without someone noticing. It was starting to stress her out, and Eva needed to be calm about this.

After another round of failing to unlock the cuff, Eva tossed the scissors aside and started to look for another tool. The bathroom was full of gauze, and antiseptic, and all kinds of medicine, but little in the way of long, thin, tiny pieces of metal.

Sighing, Eva stood and dragged the chain along behind her into the bedroom. Alexei was snoring softly and the TV was on mute. The room was quiet. Suffocating.

Crossing to the window, Eva looked out onto the street. No one was on an afternoon stroll. No children played with brightly colored balls. There were no street vendors with fruit. It was empty. Barren. Lonely.

Which was kind of weird.

This was a new development, looked like a nice place to live. There should be all kinds of people putting in offers for the available houses. The street should be busy with cars going to and from work in the morning. But, it wasn’t. There wasn’t even a mailman.

“Napping the day away, Alexei?”

Eva turned to find Josh sauntering into the room with a grin. He looked markedly improved. The shadows under his eyes were gone and he’d taken the time to put on a suit. His jovial attitude was as natural as it had ever been, which meant he had some kind of good news to share. Good news that may not bode well for Eva.

Alexei stirred and opened his eyes, “I was having a beautiful dream of kicking your ass.”

Josh laughed, “You’ll get to live out that dream in a few months.”

“Can’t wait,” he replied. Then, “Been in this bed too fucking long.”

Sitting nearby, Josh gave Alexei a sympathetic look, “You’re right. How do you feel about a little field trip?”

Alexei lifted a brow. Eva held her breath.

“Got a new med for you.”

A groan, “Not another experiment.”

Josh held up his hands, “Its just a protein modifier. It’ll help with your muscle tone.”

“A fucking walk would help with my muscle tone, Josh.”

Eva, who had been standing across the room listening to them argue, finally saw her opportunity, “He’s right. He can’t sit here all day watching TV.”

Josh glared at her, “Are you a doctor, now, Eva?”

She shrugged, “Seems like common sense to me.”

“Leave her alone,” Alexei groused. “She’s been putting up with an injured man for three days.”

Angry, Josh stood and paced towards the door, “She’s the reason you’re injured.”

“Diego is the reason I’m injured. Which reminds me, where are you with tracking the man down?”

Josh crossed his arms, “I’ve had men at his apartment. He hasn’t returned. I think someone tipped him off—maybe the complex manager.”

Eva tried to keep her breathing steady while she listened for any small detail that could tell her where Horacio was and what he was doing. If he wasn’t at the apartment, where was he staying? With Javier? Were they anywhere close to figuring out where she was? How long would that take?

“So, you’ve lost him.”

“I haven’t lost him,” Josh sneered, “He’s just being sneaky.”

Alexei rolled his eyes and looked at Eva, “You’re coming with me on the field trip. I need someone with common sense along for the ride.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

“I don’t think you have a choice. Get the chain off her and bring me my cane.”

Josh, who had never taken an order in his entire life, stood up.

Stunned by the strange turn in their dynamic, Eva stood back and watched Josh do as Alexei asked. He left the room and came back with a cane, then pulled a set of keys from his pocket to unlock Eva’s cuff.

Free for the first time, Eva tried to act natural as she reached for her clutch. Josh caught her arm and tugged her towards the door, “You won’t need that where we’re going. Out. Let me help Alexei get dressed.”

Dismissed to the hall, Eva stood awkwardly near the door while Juan waited at the top of the stairs. He was still wearing a bandage from where she’d hit him. It was clean, at least, no residual blood. She hoped he wasn’t going to hold it against her. Seek revenge, and all.

She tried to smile at him, “Uh, sorry about your head. And your arm.”

Juan looked away briefly, “Its fine.”

“Cool,” she replied, not knowing what to make of his response, “Cool.”

The door to the bedroom swung open, Josh waltzing through it with a pleased expression, “Let’s go!”

Behind him, Alexei moved along with his cane. Slow. Steady. Eva had to squash the urge to move to his side and assist. He’d probably rebuff her, anyways. Even injured as he was, Alexei was still a proud man. Together, they followed Josh down the stairs and out the front door to where the car was waiting. Same car, different driver.

Alexei got in the passenger’s seat and Josh climbed into the back with her. Eva would have rather sat next to Alexei. He would have, at least, made conversation. Instead, she was stuck with Josh practically bouncing in his seat with anticipation. Just watching his boyish glee made her stomach turn over.

The drive was very, very short. A matter of a minute and a half. The neighborhood was more or less sitting in the back yard of a warehouse. Eva stared at the brutally minimal construction, the complete lack of any character. From the outside, there was no way to tell what went on within.

It had to be the factory.

Eva turned her head left and right, staring at the cars around them. She looked at every face, hoping to see Horacio looking back at her. He knew where the factory was, knew Josh was staying somewhere nearby. He could be prepped right now to bring her back to where she belonged.

No luck.

“So this is where you’ve been working?” Eva couldn’t help but to ask.

Josh shook his head, “The main plant is about ten miles from here. This is where I do my experimental work.”

Eva felt her heart drop. Horacio knew about the main plant, but there was no telling if he had any idea about the magnet location. A ten mile radius could take weeks for him to work through to find her. It was looking more and more like Eva was going to have to get away from Josh, herself.

The car pulled to a stop in the back near a pair of large loading docks. Inside, massive fans pushed the air towards a ventilation system that was far more advanced than it had any reason to be. Not for simple manufacturing.

Josh strode ahead of them with purpose, making his way towards a supervisor’s office. The supervisor rose to greet him, speaking in heavily accented English. Eva listened to the conversation with half a smile, wondering if Josh had made any attempt to learn the language or if he demanded all his employees speak in his native tongue.

“The samples are ready, yes,” the supervisor assured him. “In the spare office, like you said.”

“Great! Thank you. Wonderful work, as always.”

Eva nearly laughed at Josh’s flamboyant enthusiasm before she caught herself with a light cough. The supervisor glanced at her in curiosity, but seemed to know better than to comment. Josh had him well trained, already.

The spare office was exactly like it sounded. Spare. A desk, some chairs, and a few filing cabinets. On the desk was a black case and a sharps container.

Alexei sat heavily in one of the chair, “Alright, let’s do what we came here for.”

Josh waggled his finger at him, “You just rest there for a minute. There’s no rush.”

“I’m going to miss my show,” Alexei grumbled with a pointed look.

Eva covered her smile with her hand. She worked to school her expression and couldn’t quite manage it. Was her life this ridiculous back in Louisiana? Was Josh?

He opened the up the case and began sorting through its contents with a frown. “Oscar, get Michael in here,” he ordered. Then, louder, “Michael!”

After a moment, the supervisor peeked his head in, “Its, uh, Miguel, Dr. Moore.”

Eva’s hand, which had been covering her mouth, moved to cover her eyes.

“Whatever,” Josh retorted, “There was supposed to be four vials in this case. I only see two.”

Miguel squeezed awkwardly past the driver and held up his hands in supplication, “Yes, sir. The, uh, product, did not come in.”

Josh’s eyes narrowed and his frown deepened, “Why?”

“There was an accident on the highway. Our truck was overturned,” he answered. “I was told that you were aware.”

“I am obviously not aware,” Josh muttered, “Otherwise, I wouldn’t be asking about it.”

Miguel, sensing danger, put his hands together and said, “I am sorry.”

Josh looked at the man for a few seconds in anger, then waved him away, “Have them ready for me by the end of the week.”

“Yes, sir.”

Miguel scuttled from the room while Josh set up the two vials and syringes, saying, “Honestly, you can’t find good help in this country.”

Alexei rested his hands on his cane and fixed Josh with an annoyed expression, “Does this mean that we came here for nothing?”

Josh’s brows lifted, “No, no. You’re still going to get your shot. Eva will just have to wait for hers.”

Eva was all surprise, “I’m getting a shot?”

“Yep!”

Alexei rolled up his sleeve, “Why is Birdie getting a shot? Is she injured, too?”

Josh circled the desk with the vial and syringe in hand, “I guess you could say that.” He drew the medicine in to the syringe, “I know that you’ve noticed Diego forced the bond on her. You can’t be too weak as to miss that stench.”

Alexei’s eyes met Eva’s with the barest hint of sympathy, “I noticed.”

Eva tried not to convey anything with her expression—positive or negative. She leaned into old habits and made her expression neutral and passive.

Josh chuckled, as if he’d made a particularly funny joke, “Can’t have her smelling like a dirty drug dealer, can I?” A pause while he administered the injection, “I’ve got a lovely little cocktail that should eliminate the bond entirely.” With a happy smile, he added, “Its new!”

Alexei looked shell shocked, “That’s impossible. You’ll kill her.”

Throwing the syringe into the sharps contained, Josh replied, “Nothing is impossible with the right formulation, Alexei. I think I’ve found something that will do that job nicely.”

Eva had never been more grateful for a car accident in her life. But, deep down, she knew it could only provide a slight delay in Josh’s plans. As soon as he got his hands on the new batch of product, he would be bringing it to the house to test on her—and, God help her, if he was anywhere near successful. Even if she didn’t die from the shot, itself, Eva would die from the force of the bond breaking apart.

Alexei noticed her vague panic and started arguing with Josh about how dangerous it was to perform that kind of procedure outside of a clinical trial. He spouted off facts Eva didn’t even know he had picked up over the years, relaying his points in words she had absolutely used in the past.

“And,” Alexei concluded, out of breath, “there is an easier way to fix this problem.”

Red faced and frustrated, Josh made a sweeping gesture with his hand, “Alright. Let’s hear it. What is this better way?”

“We kill him,” Alexei said, simply.

Eva felt her heart constrict at the suggestion. She held it back by the skin of her teeth.

Josh paused, as if the thought had not occurred to him, “You think it will be that easy? To kill Diego?”

Alexei nodded, “We have something he wants.”

“So we, what, lure him into a trap and put a bullet in his back.”

“I’d prefer his head.”

“Good point,” Josh acknowledged. He looked at Birdie with an assessing gaze, “You think he’ll go through all that trouble just to get you back?”

Eva, uncomfortable, replied, “He can get an accountant anywhere.”

Alexei groaned and put his head in his hands. Then, after a long breath, looked up and said, “She’s his bonded omega. It doesn’t matter if he wants her, or if he needs her. If Diego is going to have any kind of sanity, he’s going to get her back. That’s how it works.”

The room fell into silence while Josh thought about Alexei’s proposition. His mouth screwed up in thought and his eyes settled into the middle distance. Alexei watched Josh with a focused look, possibly trying to will the other man to agree with him.

Across the room, Eva crossed her arms and hoped Josh would side with Alexei. Best case scenario, Horacio got information as to her whereabouts. At minimum, it would buy her time that she might not have had otherwise.

“Alright,” Josh said after taking his time to seriously consider what Alexei was saying, “I guess we’ll have to extend an olive branch to him.”

Alexei, looking at little relieved, said, “How are we supposed to do that when you can’t even find the man?”

Josh smiled, “I have some contacts in the area. Locals, you know? I’ll give them a little incentive to get me information.”

Humming doubtfully, Alexei replied, “You haven’t tried that already?”

“Well, I’ve been a little busy making that protein modifier for you,” Josh shot back, defensive. “I haven’t even heard a thank you.”

“Thank you,” Alexei murmured dryly.

“Honestly,” Josh bit out, “I work day and night to get our life back together and this is how you treat me?”

Alexei lifted his chin, “I got shot in the head, Josh.”

Josh drew back a little, “Yes. I know. Thank you for not dying.”

“You’re welcome.”

Eva stood there during this whole exchange, growing increasingly confused. She was used to their arguing, but actually resolving the issues between them was new. In the space a few minutes, they had gone from being at each other’s throats to...whatever this was.

She didn’t like it.

Alexei pushed to standing with a tired groan, “Are we done here?”

Josh nodded, “Yes. I suppose we are.” Then, “Myra’s making a nice gumbo for dinner—just like home. What do you say we eat downstairs tonight?”

Eva did not get to eat downstairs. As soon as they were back in the house, she was pushed back into Alexei’s room and chained for safekeeping. This time, she didn’t mind it so much because she finally had something more precious than gumbo—privacy.

With care for how she disturbed the chain behind her, Eva picked up her clutch, intending to find a spare hair pin in its depths. What she found, other than money, lipstick, a scarf, and Horacio’s spare lighter, was a gun.

How could she have forgotten? Fucking how?

For three days, she had the ability to fucking shoot someone, and Eva had fucking forgot about it.

She was an idiot. An absolute idiot.

Cradling the weapon against her chest, Eva decided that she needed to use it wisely. She only had the advantage of surprise once, and there were a lot of variables to work out to make sure she used that advantage efficiently. A gunshot was going to make sure everyone in the house, and possibly the neighborhood, paid attention.

Eva stopped—what if she wasn’t in the neighborhood?

What if she waited just a little bit. For the next field trip. For the next dose of Alexei’s medication.

She could get out of that warehouse quick-like, and then the highway was seconds for her running feet. It wouldn’t matter who chased her, someone would see. Someone would stop.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Eva carried the gun into the bathroom and closed the door. She then lifted her shirt and (after double checking the safety) tucked the gun into her bra. Turning side to side, she examined the way the fabric fell over it, hoping that everyone would be a little too busy to notice the slight hump between her breasts. Wanting extra security, she pulled the scarf from her clutch and draped it beneath the collar of her shirt.

There. Much better.

Later, Eva curled up in the armchair with TV muted and Alexei half asleep. She stared out the window towards the warehouse, calculating the distance in her head. The angle of the house and the height of the window weren’t much more than guesswork, but Eva thought she could make it if she hauled some serious ass across the road.

The next day, she would keep careful watch to see when the traffic was the most dense. From there, it would be a matter of working to manipulate Josh into letting her out of the house for even a few minutes.

Pressing her hand to her chest, Eva felt the weight of the gun. The metal was warm from her skin and strangely comforting. She could do this. She could do this.

Alexei stirred, half awake. Eva watching him turn over restlessly. She would need to sleep, too, if she wanted to get away safely. Knees to her chest, Eva closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was at home, in Colombia. She tried to pretend that the fan was going at top speed above, that Horacio was laying next to her, and that tomorrow she would wake up to the smell of coffee and the sound of him puttering around the kitchen.

#horacio carrillo #narcos #carrillo #a/b/o dynamics #au #Shadow and Veil #Maurice Compte

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World Tessellation Day

World Tessellation Day is celebrated on June 17 every year. Tessellation is the art of tiling a plane using geometric shapes in the form of tiles that require specific measurements. This holiday is dedicated to appreciating the fascinating art of tessellation and honoring these math-inspired visual artists who don’t often get recognized. Today also allows kids to explore this art form as a hobby. While it’s all about creativity, it also requires analytical skills — a great exercise to boost young children’s left and right brain functions. Learn more about the activities you can do to celebrate World Tessellation Day.

History of World Tessellation Day

The origin of the mathematical art of creating patterns, or tessellation, dates back to 4000 B.C. when ancient Sumerians discovered the use of clay tiles as home and temple decorations. It wasn’t too long until the next civilizations quickly adopted tessellation both in art and architecture. The Arabs, Chinese, Egyptians, Japanese, Romans, Persians, and the Moors practiced the use of repeated patterns and geometric designs in their decorative arts. During the classical antiquity period in the 8th century, tessellation became a staple for mosaic tiling decorations using small square blocks called ‘tesserae.’

In the 4th century, one of the most famous tessellation art was made by the Muslim Moors in Grenada, Spain: the Alhambra, an Islamic tessellation artwork composed of countless tiles in geometric positions that were constructed for the residence and court of Mohammed ibn Yusuf Ben Nasr.

In 1619, Johannes Kepler conducted the first official and documented study of tessellation art. In his book “Harmonice Kundi,” he cited regular and semi-regular geometric designs that heavily influenced modern-day tessellation. He’s also the first person to explore and document the hexagonal features of honeycomb and snowflakes.

In 1891, Russian crystallographer Yevgraf Fyodorov explained in a more advanced study that every periodic tiling in a plane has one of 17 isometries. This study marks the first official recognition of tessellation as a mathematical study. This was further explored by Otto Kienzl and Heinrich Heesch in 1964, and Alexei Shubnikov and Nikolain Belov in 1964.

Today, contemporary artists introduced different modern permutations such as surreal landscapes, hand-print patterns, and paper tessellations.

World Tessellation Day timeline

4000 B.C. The Birth of Tessellation

Sumerians introduce tessellation using clay tiles.

4th Century The Most Famous Tessellation Art

Muslim Moors construct the Alhambra as a residence and court for Mohammed ibn Yusuf Ben Nasr.

1619 The First Study of Tessellation Art

Johannes Kepler studies and explains regular and semi-regular geometric designs of tessellation art.

1891 Tessellation as a Mathematical Study

Russian crystallographer Yevgraf Fyodorov introduces tessellation as a form of math.

World Tessellation Day Activities

Create your own tessellation art

Take tessellation courses

Try digital tessellation art

From tiles to paper designs, you can create your own tessellation art design by just using the simplest materials found in your home. Follow D.I.Y. tutorials on YouTube and let your creative juices flow.

Tessellation art classes are ideal for kids who show artistic and creative potential. Enroll your child in your local art school and let them take weekend classes to boost their creativity and analytical capacity.

Spend the day on your laptop and try out the latest tessellation trend: digital art patterns. There are several apps for tessellation making. Be sure to save your final product and upload it on your social media with the hashtag #TessellationDay

5 Interesting Facts About Tessellation

Only three regular polygons tile a plane

A cube in 3.D.

Tessellation is science

Three ways to construct a tessellation

The father of modern tessellation

Only a square, triangle, and hexagon can completely tile a plane.

A Cube in 3.D. is the only regular polyhedron that can independently tessellate.

Science supports that beehive honeycombs, snowflakes, and dried-up mud are all geometric.

The three categories of tessellation construction are translation, reflection, and rotation.

Dutch artist M.C. Escher is considered the father of modern tessellation.

Why We Love World Tessellation Day

It uses both the left and right brain

Tessellation in fashion is trending

It’s an underappreciated art

Tessellation art is a good exercise to be both creative and mathematical. Unlike other art projects, tessellating requires math while executing your creative vision. It’s perfect for kids’ brain development.

The minimalist era of fashion is on the rise. Tessellation designs of repeated patterns on clothes are hip and trendy. It’s a great excuse to wear these designs on World Tessellation Day.

Not many people know about the cultural, scientific, and mathematical history of tessellation. It’s a great way to introduce this to people to honor the artists and scholars who dedicate their lives to this art form.

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Vietnam War - Galaxy Science Fiction Magazine, June 1968

Sourced from: http://natsmusic.net/articles_galaxy_magazine_viet_nam_war.htm

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We the undersigned believe the United States must remain in Vietnam to fulfill its responsibilities to the people of that country.

Karen K. Anderson, Poul Anderson, Harry Bates, Lloyd Biggle Jr., J. F. Bone, Leigh Brackett, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Mario Brand, R. Bretnor, Frederic Brown, Doris Pitkin Buck, William R. Burkett Jr., Elinor Busby, F. M. Busby, John W. Campbell, Louis Charbonneau, Hal Clement, Compton Crook, Hank Davis, L. Sprague de Camp, Charles V. de Vet, William B. Ellern, Richard H. Eney, T. R. Fehrenbach, R. C. FitzPatrick, Daniel F. Galouye, Raymond Z. Gallun, Robert M. Green Jr., Frances T. Hall, Edmond Hamilton, Robert A. Heinlein, Joe L. Hensley, Paul G. Herkart, Dean C. Ing, Jay Kay Klein, David A. Kyle, R. A. Lafferty, Robert J. Leman, C. C. MacApp, Robert Mason, D. M. Melton, Norman Metcalf, P. Schuyler Miller, Sam Moskowitz, John Myers Myers, Larry Niven, Alan Nourse, Stuart Palmer, Gerald W. Page, Rachel Cosgrove Payes, Lawrence A. Perkins, Jerry E. Pournelle, Joe Poyer, E. Hoffmann Price, George W. Price, Alva Rogers, Fred Saberhagen, George O. Smith, W. E. Sprague, G. Harry Stine (Lee Correy), Dwight V. Swain, Thomas Burnett Swann, Albert Teichner, Theodore L. Thomas, Rena M. Vale, Jack Vance, Harl Vincent, Don Walsh Jr., Robert Moore Williams, Jack Williamson, Rosco E. Wright, Karl Würf.

We oppose the participation of the United States in the war in Vietnam.

Forrest J. Ackerman, Isaac Asimov, Peter S. Beagle, Jerome Bixby, James Blish, Anthony Boucher, Lyle G. Boyd, Ray Bradbury, Jonathan Brand, Stuart J. Byrne, Terry Carr, Carroll J. Clem, Ed M. Clinton, Theodore R. Cogswell, Arthur Jean Cox, Allan Danzig, Jon DeCles, Miriam Allen deFord, Samuel R. Delany, Lester del Rey, Philip K. Dick, Thomas M. Disch, Sonya Dorman, Larry Eisenberg, Harlan Ellison, Carol Emshwiller, Philip José Farmer, David E. Fisher, Ron Goulart, Joseph Green, Jim Harmon, Harry Harrison, H. H. Hollis, J. Hunter Holly, James D. Houston, Edward Jesby, Leo P. Kelley, Daniel Keyes, Virginia Kidd, Damon Knight, Allen Lang, March Laumer, Ursula K. LeGuin, Fritz Leiber, Irwin Lewis, A. M. Lightner, Robert A. W. Lowndes, Katherine MacLean, Barry Malzberg, Robert E. Margroff, Anne Marple, Ardrey Marshall, Bruce McAllister, Judith Merril, Robert P. Mills, Howard L. Morris, Kris Neville, Alexei Panshin, Emil Petaja, J. R. Pierce, Arthur Porges, Mack Reynolds, Gene Roddenberry, Joanna Russ, James Sallis, William Sambrot, Hans Stefan Santesson, J. W. Schutz, Robin Scott, Larry T. Shaw, John Shepley, T. L. Sherred, Robert Silverberg, Henry Slesar, Jerry Sohl, Norman Spinrad, Margaret St. Clair, Jacob Transue, Thurlow Weed, Kate Wilhelm, Richard Wilson, Donald A. Wollheim.

#sf #vietnam war #galaxy science fiction

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2024-25 Grand Prix - Top Seeded/Invited Pairs

These are the Pairs, according to the World Championships, that will be top seeded/invited to the 2024-25 GP Series.

Deanna Stellato-Dudek / Maxime Deschamps (CAN)

Riku Miura / Ryuichi Kihara (JPN)

Minerva Fabienne Hase / NIkita Voldoin (GER)

Maria Pavlova / Alexei Sviatchenko (HUN)

Annika Hocke / Robert Kunkel (GER)

Sara Conti / Niccolo Macii (ITA)

Anastasia Metelkina / Luka Berulava (GEO)

Lia Pereira / Trennt Michaud (CAN)

Lucrezia Beccari / Matteo Guarise (ITA)

Anastasia Golubeva / Hektor Giotopoulos Moore (AUS)

#figure skating #grand prix

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Tetris (NES) - online game | RetroGames.cz

Hi this is Steven Moore little children can play the puzzle game called Tetris in 1989 that's why the computer game called Tetris is Rated E because that's why the computer game called Tetris has no violence and no killing in it that's why the computer game called Tetris is Rated E for Nintendo NES that's why little children can play the computer game called Tetris because that's why the computer game called Tetris has no violence in it that's why the computer game called Tetris is Rated E for Nintendo NES from Steven Moore

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Introducing: Renzo Barnes aka REVENANT

"Oh honey you shouldn't have~..."

The current unwilling avatar of the conveniently slumbering grandmama of all eldritch abominations and the abstract personification of discord itself: KHAOS. Renzo is the resident ultra dramatic, full-tilt diva of the Avengers (well, co-full-tilt divas with Stark) who loves more than anything to mess with people, beat the shit out of nazis (along with so-called “realists” who are nothing more than nazis in a trenchcoat with an anatomically-incorrect symbol), and be the most well-dressed bitch on the team~✨. With both a lust for life and a lust for blood, Renzo is the one you call upon when you need a bit more fire power to take of particularly stubborn enemies; supernatural or otherwise. Now the thing to know about them is that they usually like to “play with their food” and tend to not take things so seriously. However, if you manage to actually piss them off you better pick a God and pray that they finish you off quick instead of taking their sweet time with it. There are worse things than death after all…Normally when they’re not doing the odd superhero work around New York, you can find them either hanging out and having overdrawn fan discussions about the Star Wars prequels with one Peter Parker at their apartment near Empire State University or arguing with Eddie Brock and whining about the listicles they have to write as a Daily Globe intern for their day job. That or practicing for the current semester play their drama department is putting on. Also they tend to help out their “Grandpa” Alexei with some totally “legal” missions much to their mother and father’s chagrin along with teaching Morgan new and exciting swear words in both English, Spanish and Voidspeak to mess with Stark~✌️✨

Full Bio Below 🔽

Full Name: Renzo Yelena Barnes-Romanoff

Alias(es): Revenant (main alias)/Night Spinner (only used during the 5 years post snap as a way to honor Peter)

Nicknames: Ren, "Little Shit," Hot Topic, Life on the Murder Scene, Depeche Mode, Ren Ren (used only by Kobik), Kid (used by Bucky), Little Blackbird or “Маленький дрозд/Malen'kiy drozd” (used by Alexei and Melina), “Femme-Presenting Patrick Bateman,” “Netflix Adaption of Yuno Gasai,” and "RENZO NO"

Age: 23 (in 2027)

Birthday: May 27, 2004 (Gemini)

Face Claim: Indya Moore

Gender: AMAB femme-presenting non-binary

Pronouns: They/Them

Family:

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes (Adoptive Father)

Natasha Barnes-Romanoff (Adoptive Mother)

Richard James “RJ” Barnes-Romanoff (Adoptive little brother)

Kobik Rebecca Barnes-Romanoff (Adoptive little sister)

Melina Vostokoff (Adoptive Grandmother)

Alexei Alanovich Shostakov (Adoptive Grandfather who is absolutely proud of Renzo’s pre-teen kill count much to Natasha’s annoyance and Bucky’s horror)

Yelena Belova (Adoptive Aunt)

Anthony Stark (biological uncle because Howard Stark had a bit too much “fun” in Mexico during the 70s)

Virginia Potts-Stark (aunt by marriage)

Morgan Stark (Biological half-cousin)

Steven Grant Rogers (honorary uncle/Godfather)

Samuel Thomas Wilson (honorary uncle/Godfather)

Clint Barton (honorary uncle/Godfather)

Laura Barton (honorary aunt/Godmother)

Appearance: (please note that since one of Renzo’s main abilities is shapeshifting they can technically have any kind of appearance they want. They following is what they “lovingly” call their “default skin”)

Skin color: brown skin with a reddish, summer undertone

Hair: black, full-bodied, spiky and wavy, mid-length hair with 3 distinct cowlicks

Eyes: blood red eyes with a permanent “smoky eye” and eye bags that also do “fun” things like glow, leak out black smoke and/or a black, ink-like substance along with their scleras turning pitch black as well.

Powers: Mediumship, Retrocognition, Empath Abilities, Umbrakinesis, Pyrokinesis, Shapeshifting, Flight/Levitation, Chaos Magic, Teleportation, Enhanced Speed/Strength/Healing Factor

Likes: Iced Coffee, High Fashion, sunglasses (especially if they’re heart-shaped), cheesy 80s movies, old musicals, watching old musicals and movies with Barnes, vintage fashion, charcoal (when you’re the KHAOS proxy you get “interesting” cravings…), hamburgers, french fries, salty foods in general, pocky, bad horror movies, anime, manga, broadway musicals, drama, drama (again but this time it’s theater-related), performing, singing, hot vampires, trying to hook up with vampires and get the big titty goth gf vamp gf of their dreams, gossiping, beating the shit out of and killing nazis/hydra agents/fascists, ABBA, disco in general (is pissed off that they were never around for the 70s and 80s), citypop, messing with Flash Thompson, messing with Mary-Beth Asger (ex-member of a “Christian” cult/proxy to KHAOS’ equally “slumbering” counterpart of Order, who honestly hasn’t completely stopped believing everything that she was taught even though admittedly she’s gotten better and is still your stereotypical, pompous, “nice white girl”), flirting, knives, messing with General Ross, getting to “let loose” (AKA letting their murderous impulses run wild on nazis), messing with “Tio Tony,” constantly shoving in “Tio Tony’s” face that they’d totally be “Team Cap” if they were around for the Airport Fight, honestly just messing with people in general.

Dislikes: egg creams (no matter how hard Barnes tries to make them like it, they refuse to drink it and they think that it’s nasty), ghosts, being able to see ghosts, their “Seer” powers overall, nazis/hydra/fascists, cults, other eldritch abominations in the AMARANTHINE (court of eldritch abominations that KHAOS is technically the head of), KHAOS because they have to clean up their (KHAOS’) messes, Christian cults (i.e. Evangelicals, Fundamentalists), terfs, boring people, boring movies, when people try to pick on Peter and Ned, having to write “listicles” for the Daily Globe, Blade constantly dashing their big titty goth vamp gf dreams

Personality: Theatrical, petty, vengeful, crafty, mischievous, sarcastic, but surprisingly compassionate, and empathetic (whether they like it or not). When not acting like they're trying to go for a Tony award in a notable revival of a classic production, they can be pretty out-there with a little bit of the uncanny valley mixed in. Not to mention, they can be also pretty laid-back and nonchalant; especially when dealing with villains trying for the umpteenth time to take over New York. Additionally, and not surprisingly, due to their background, they can be rather cynical and distrusting; however over the years they have been slowly but surely trying to look more at the bright side of things and give people the benefit of the doubt. However, God forbid you actually piss them off though, because that's when their sadistic side comes out. When that happens, you better pick a God and pray that they decide to kill you at all, let alone kill you quick...

Love Interest: Peter Parker

Bio: Renzo has never had the best time growing up. Born a "Seer" or otherwise known as a medium, they've always been able to see ghosts to their utter displeasure. However, they were the only one in their bio family that could see ghosts and thus was written off as an "insane" problem child by said family. Heavily medicated and then eventually abandoned after the death of their bio parents, Renzo was forced into the foster system at the age of 9. However that didn't last long, as Renzo eventually ran away and the then impressionable 10 year old fell into the clutches of Dr. Darius Titus Solomon and the Esoteric Cult of the Maverick. After being love-bombed to heck and back by Solomon due to their Seer "gifts," Renzo soon became enthralled with him and would literally do whatever Solomon wanted: including becoming an assassin for him.

However that all came to an end when Renzo found out that they were nothing more than a sacrifice and after inadvertently getting their revenge and unwanted new powers, they ran away to New York and became a part of the Parker Family. From there, they went to space, survived the snap, grieved their loss and ended up unexpectedly bonding with James "Bucky" Barnes and Natasha Romanoff. So much so, that a couple of years later after the Snap, Barnes and Romanoff (who ended up getting married themselves) adopted them, and then later on adopted RJ and then Kobik. Now years later, after helping to kick Thanos' ass, losing their memory of Peter and then regaining it; they're currently just trying to survive college and their internship at the Daily Globe, along with dealing with some "interesting" feelings concerning their best friend...

“Fun” Facts:

When they were formally adopted by Barnes and Romanoff, they decided to offer their new parents a chance to give them a middle name to help them better get a clean slate. Romanoff ended up deciding to use “Yelena” to honor her (still dusted at the time) sister, and thus Renzo officially became Renzo Yelena Barnes-Romanoff.

They are the absolute epitome of a theater kid and helped to run the drama club at Midtown High with an iron fist.

They were also surprisingly part of the Midtown High cheer squad and tended to do most of the acrobatic stunts when on the team.

They absolutely detest their mediumship and empath abilities due to making their early life a literal, living hell. It’s not fun when ghosts that only you can see have forgotten the meaning of “no” and try to turn you into their own personal “errand boy” after all. Especially when your own family thinks you’re insane and need to be institutionalized. Not to mention in terms of their empath abilities, it took a long, long time for them to finally get a hold of them. Before they would heavily get overwhelmed by other people’s emotions to the point that it would even influence their own. Though nowadays, if they’re not careful they can still get overwhelmed; especially in a crowd.

Going hand-in-hand with the previously mentioned empath powers: When Thanos first enacted the Snap, they could feel the devastating, vast loss of life in the same way Mantis could...

When they first escaped the Esoteric Order of the Maverick, they lived on the streets for a while trying to avoid any remaining members by constantly traveling. They were 12 when they came to Queens and ran into a sympathetic May Parker who after realizing that they had trauma-related to the foster system, made it her mission to coax Renzo into a stable home environment. It took her over 5 months but she and Peter were finally able to coax them into living with them.

For the longest time before the “Blip” they were basically known as “Parker’s weird, little ‘brother’.”

Has a petty feud with Peter over who’s taller. Back when they were 12, obviously Peter was taller, but then after the Blip, Renzo was the new reigning champ of height. However, during college Peter got a growth spurt and managed to get a couple of inches on them. To which, Renzo immediately used their shapeshifting powers to make them exactly 1 inch taller than Peter.

One of their most precious possessions is an old, black hoodie that Peter gave to them when they first met, after seeing the shivering, pre-teen, ex-assassin in the rain in an alley behind his and May’s apartment. It’s pretty much has become a comfort object for them and they even still wear it around their apartment sometimes to Peter’s surpise no matter how ratty it’s gotten. Even when they lost their memory of Peter, they still kept it and couldn’t bear to get rid of it, even if they couldn’t remember why exactly it was so important to them...

Another valuable possession of theirs was an old burner, flip phone that they had from their days in the cult that during the 2 years they lived with Peter and May became filled with pictures of them, Ned, and MJ. For the longest time it was a symbol of them overcoming their past as a killer and healing from it, and then during the 5 years after the “Blip,” it became a symbol of mourning for them. They ended up using it however on Vormir as a loophole since it was “something” they loved, by throwing it over the edge in order to prevent their mom from sacrificing herself.

Speaking of their time during the “Blip,” they ended up inadvertently going on a “revenge roadtrip” across the western United States with Barnes, Romanoff, Logan, Wade, W’Kabi, and a teenaged Dora Milaje in training called Thandiwe. Basically when they were 16, they found out to their horror, the Order was starting to gain power again, so they were trying to stomp out all of their hideouts during their summer break. At one of said hideouts they ran into Barnes and Romanoff who were trying to wipe out any Hydra remnants, W’Kabi (who was sent out as a War Dog as penance for his betrayal of T’Challa) and Thandiwe (who was also there to keep an eye on him) who were tracking down illegally trafficked vibranium, and Logan and a teenaged Wade, who were trying to get revenge on people in involved in the “Weapon X” program. There all of them found out that they were basically dealing with a “quadfecta” of evil, where the cult and hydra were working together with illegal vibranium and experimenting on mutants to create human weapons. From there they all decided to work together so they can all make sure that all factions of that network were taken down.

During this time, this was also where they, Barnes, and Romanoff first met Kobik, when they came across a mysterious town called “Pleasant Hill”...

For the 5 years after the “Blip” they also became “Night Spinner” as a way to honor Peter, where they even used Peter’s old, original, homemade Spider-Man hoodie. They felt that New York needed a Spider-Man and while they felt they were a poor replacement, they still felt that it was necessary. Stark even hooked up a version of Karen with their outfit too.

A 14 year old Renzo also was given Peter Quil’s zune by Rocket during the “Blip” years due to them reminding Rocket and Kraglin of Quil. During the time they were stranded in space waiting for a rescue with Stark and Nebula, Renzo found the zune and started using it a lot to distract themself. After recovering a bit when they got back to Earth, they tried giving it back to Rocket and Kraglin, who ended up telling them to keep it. For the next 5 years Renzo took care of it and was almost never seen without it Obviously when everyone came back after the final defeat of Thanos, Renzo gave the zune back to Quil; albeit with some extra future funk additions~

To their horror (well more like embarrassment and annoyance), they found out that they were the illegitimate nephew/niece (nephice? niecephew? we really need to come up with something gender neutral that’s not nibling) of Tony Stark when they were 20 during a routine medical checkup at the Avengers complex. Apparently Howard Stark had a bit too much fun in Mexico during the late 70s which ended up producing Renzo’s biological mother. Nobody in their bio family knew about it; not even their egg donor and their bio maternal grandmother took that secret with her to her grave.

Is basically (one-sided) sitcom nemeses with Blade due to the fact that Blade keeps killing all of the hot vampires that they kept trying to hook up with.

Currently has undiagnosed BPD [Borderline Personality Disorder]

Still has “Girls Nights” with Wade and a reluctant Peter.

Constantly gets harassed by KHAOS’ cult and their [KHAOS'] “children” who think that they’re “literally” KHAOS who’s just “playing one of their silly little games with them...”

Can be “bound” via very specific casting sigils/circles which are normally used to essentially put them in a “time out” where they can’t leave until the spell burns out.

Was unfortunately used by Peter to prevent a rage-filled Renzo from murdering Norman Osbourne after Peter spared him, and later prevent a despondent Renzo from stopping him having Strange erase everyone’s memory of him...

When they first went to Empire State University (at age 20 after taking a gap year or two) and still couldn’t remember Peter, they ironically got paired up with him (who after getting his GED and applying like crazy for student aid, scholarships, FAFSA, etc. was able to qualify for student housing) in the dorms. They didn’t understand why they had an immediate camaraderie with him, why Parker always seem to know what they liked, and why they liked spending time with him so much (nor why Parker always looked like he was in pain and about to cry whenever they were spending time together...)

Regained their memory of Peter when a second Spider-Verse event occurred and due to their stint as “Night Spinner” they technically counted as a “Spider-Person.” Peter had been kidnapped by the “Inheritors” and while spending time with Peter 2 and 3 who were confused as to why Renzo didn’t remember them and Peter 1, something in their mind snapped when they tried to think about certain things that didn’t make sense about their “roommate.” That was when after having the absolute worst headache of their life, they finally remembered who Peter was and was absolutely pissed that he went through with erasing their and everyone else’s memory of him. Basically after one-shoting of the Inheritors who were holding their Peter hostage, they initiated a fight with him out of feeling betrayed and the fact that it made them feel like Peter didn’t trust them enough. They did eventually make up though; though Peter had to deal with everyone else remembering who he was since Renzo brute-forcing through Strange’s spell helped MJ, Ned, Happy, and all of his other loved ones remember him. Well at least no one else remembered that he was Spider-man at least...)

While Peter, Ned and MJ went on the school trip to Europe, “lucky” Renzo and Mary-Beth got trapped within Westview and got to be “special guests” on Wandavision due to being in the wrong place and the wrong time (aka Renzo went with Mary-Beth to look at colleges in the Jersey area against their will and only intended to stop in Westview to get something to eat when Wanda had her mental breakdown). Strangely though, while both of them were still forced to follow Wanda’s unconscious machinations, they still retained more of their free will than other Wandavision “cast members”...

Obviously the universe that they occupy has a lot of things go differently than the main MCU universe. For example, instead of Bucky, Sam, and Shuri being one of the people dusted, Steve and Sarah Wilson get dusted instead and Shuri has to try and run Wakanda by herself without her brother nor her mother. Also Alexei doesn’t get dusted either and has to deal without having Melina and Yelena with him.

And since his sister got dusted while leaving her sons alone, Sam had to step up and move down to Louisiana to take care of his nephews (with Bucky and Nat becoming an honorary uncle and aunt).

Also Bucky and Tony managed to begrudgingly come to an understanding and while they’re not “friends” per say Tony doesn’t want to kill him anymore and doesn’t blame him for his parents deaths. He still wants to slap Rogers though...

Of course Bucky and Nat become closer and end up dating and eventually married.

Nat and Tony don’t die. Renzo uses a loophole on Voromir to prevent their mom from sacrificing herself and since Tony “shares’ the load of the Infinity Stones with Nebula (who was the one actually wearing the glove) and with a powered-up Renzo and Mary-Beth (basically another Seer who was a proxy to a slumbering eldritch creature: this time KHAOS’ counterpart: KOSMOS, who was the personification of order/ frenemy of Renzo). Tony still ended up in a coma for a couple of years, and Nebula almost died and was out of commission for a couple of months. Same with Renzo and Mary-Beth.

Also Sam and Steve get married as well when the Blip is reversed and Steve doesn’t go back in time to be with Peggy. Sam still becomes the new Captain America though, and Steve becomes the nephews' cool but dorky, Uncle Steve. Steve also basically becomes a “trophy husband” as he likes to joke and has full on retired but will still be an ornery, stubborn, bastard that tries to unionize everything and protest against injustice.

Extras:

Drawn Reference: https://www.deviantart.com/faint-requiem/art/MCU-OC-Renzo-Barnes-Revenant-937451201

Tumblr Tag: https://dolce-elegy.tumblr.com/tagged/renzo%20barnes

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0f5SO3CbQGkH9El9i4d9tb?si=f267a9dfd6d44fae

Pinterest Board: https://pin.it/66kniAC

Taglist: @ocappreciationtag @ocs-supporting-ocs @allaboutocs @multifandom-oc-hell @arrthurpendragon @fyeahocsofcolor @fyeahmarvelocs @marvelocsdaily @marveloccommunity

#marvel oc #mcu oc #mcu ocs #ocappreciation #ocapp #ocfairygodmother #renzo barnes #revenant #you will pERCEIVE

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ohtheseskaters · 2 years

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A goodbye

After almost 12 (!) years, it’s time for me to say goodbye to this blog. It will not be deleted though.

Here’s a (pretty rough and I’m sure not full) list of skaters featured here. They’re listed in alphabetical order by the first name (so “Ashley Wagner” is under “A” and not “W”). I know it’s not the correct way to do this thing but it was easier for me. Also, if you can’t find someone, try searching within the blog or just general Tumblr search.

Thank you for the company and bye!

Women

Adelina Sotnikova

Akiko Suzuki

Alaine Chartrand

Alena Kostornaia

Alena Leonova

Alexandra Trusova

Alexia Paganini

Alina Zagitova

Alissa Czisny

Alysa Liu

Amber Glenn

Amelie Lacoste

Anna Pogorilaya

Anna Shcherbakova

Ashley Wagner

Audrey Shin

Bradie Tennell

Carolina Kostner

Christina Gao

Cynthia Phaneuf

Ekaterina Gordeeva

Elena Radionova

Elene Gedevanishvili

Elizabet Tursynbaeva

Elizaveta Nugumanova

Elizaveta Tuktamysheva

Emmi Peltonen

Eunsoo Lim

Evgenia Medvedeva

Gabrielle Daleman

Gracie Gold

Haein Lee

Irina Slutskaya

Jenna McCorkell

Jenni Saarinen

Joannie Rochette

Josefin Taljegard

Joshi Helgesson

Julia Lipnitskaya

Kaetlyn Osmond

Kailani Craine

Kanako Murakami

Kaori Sakamoto

Karen Chen

Kiira Korpi

Kristi Yamaguchi

Ksenia Makarova

Lara Naki Gutmann

Laura Lepisto

Laurine Lecavelier

Loena Hendrickx

Madeline Schizas

Mae Berenice Meite

Mai Mihara

Mao Asada

Maria Artemieva

Maria Sotskova

Mariah Bell

Marin Honda

Michelle Kwan

Miki Ando

Mirai Nagasu

Polina Edmunds

Polina Korobeynikova

Pooja Kalyan

Rachael Flatt

Roberta Rodeghiero

Rika Hongo

Rika Kihira

Samantha Cesario

Sarah Meier

Sasha Cohen

Satoko Miyahara

Shizuka Arakawa

Sofia Samodurova

Stanislava Konstantinova

Viktoria Helgesson

Yelim Kim

Yu-Na Kim

Wakaba Higuchi

Zijun Li

Men

Adam Rippon

Adian Pitkeev

Alban Preaubert

Alexei Bychenko

Alexei Yagudin

Artur Gachinski

Brendan Kerry

Boyang Jin

Brian Joubert

Brian Orser

Chafik Besseghier

Daisuke Takahashi

Daniel Samohin

Denis Ten

Deniss Vasiljevs

Dmitri Aliev

Evan Lysacek

Evgeni Plushenko

Florent Amodio

Han Yan

Ilia Kulik

Jason Brown

Javier Fernandez

Jeffrey Buttle

Jeremy Abbott

Jeremy Ten

Johnny Weir

Joshua Farris

Jun-Hwan Cha

Max Aaron

Ryan Bradley

Michal Brezina

Keegan Messing

Keiji Tanaka

Kevin Aymoz

Kevin Reynolds

Kevin Van Der Perren

Kurt Browning

Matteo Rizzo

Mikhail Kolyada

Maxim Kovtun

Misha Ge

Moris Kvitelashvili

Nam Nguyen

Nan Song

Nathan Chen

Nobunari Oda

Patrcik Chan

Richard Dornbush

Sergei Voronov

Shawn Sawyer

Shoma Uno

Stephane Lambiel

Stephen Carriere

Takahiko Kozuka

Takahito Mura

Tatsuki Machida

Tomas Verner

Vincent Zhou

Yuma Kagiyama

Yuzuru Hanyu

Pairs

Alexa Scimeca Knierim and Chris Knierim

Alexandra Boikova and Dmitri Kozlovski

Alexandra Paul and Mitchell Islam

Aljona Savchenko and Robin Szolkowy/Bruno Massot

Amanda Evora and Mark Ladwig

Anabelle Langlois and Cody Hey

Anastasia Mishina and Alexander Galliamov

Ashley Cain and Timothy Leduc

Caitlin Yankowskas and John Coughlin/Joshua Reagan/Hamash Gaman

Caydee Denney and Jeremy Barrett/John Coughlin

Dan Zhang and Hao Zhang

Deanna Stellato and Nate Bartholomay / Maxime Deschamps

Ekaterina Alexandrovskaya and Harley Windsor

Ekaterina Gordeeva and Sergei Grinkov

Elena Berezhnaya and Anton Sikharulidze

Evgenia Tarasova and Vladimir Morozov

Felicia Zhang and Nate Bartolomay

Gretchen Donlan and Andrew Sperroff/Nate Bartolomay

Haven Denney and Brendan Frazier

Jamie Sale and David Pelletier

Jessica Dube and Bryce Davison/Sebastien Wolfe

Julianne Seguin and Charlie Bilodeau

Katarina Gerboldt and Alexander Enbert

Keauna McLaughlin and Rockne Brubaker

Kirsten Moore-Towers and Dylan Moscovitch/Michael Marinaro

Kristina Astakhova and Alexei Rogonov

Ksenia Stolbova and Fedor Klimov

Lubov Iliushechkina and Nodari Mausiradze/Dylan Moscovitch

Maria Mukhortova and Maxim Trankov

Maria Petrova and Alexei Tikhonov

Marissa Castelli and Simon Shnapir/Mervin Tran

Mary Beth Marley and Rockne Brubaker

Meagan Duhamel and Eric Radford

Miriam Ziegler and Severin Kiefer

Narumi Takahashi and Mervin Tran/Ryuichi Kihara

Natalia Zabijako and Alexander Enbert

Nicole Della Monica and Matteo Guarise

Paige Lawrence and Rudi Swiegers

Peng Cheng and Hao Zhang/Yang Jin

Qing Pang and Jian Tong

Rena Inoue and John Baldwin

Riku Mihura and Ryuichi Kihara

Stefania Berton and Ondrej Hotarek

Tae-Ok Ryom and Ju-Sik Kim

Tarah Kayne and Denny O'Shea

Tatiana Totmianina and Maxim Marinin

Tatiana Volosozhar and Stanislav Morozov/Maxim Trankov

Valentina Marchei and Ondrej Hotarek

Vanessa James and Morgan Cipres

Vera Bazarova and Yuri Larionov/Andrei Deputat

Wenjing Sui and Cong Han

Xiaoyu Yu and Yang Jin/Hao Zhang

Xue Shen and Hongbo Zhao

Xuehan Wang and Lei Wang

Yuko Kavaguti and Alexaner Smirnov

Ice Dance

Albena Denkova and Maxim Staviski

Alisa Agafonova and Alper Ucar

Alexandra Aldridge and Daniel Eaton / Matthew Blackmer

Alexandra Nazarova and Maxim Nikitin

Alexandra Stepanova and Ivan Bukin

Anna Cappellini and Luca Lanotte

Anna Yanovskaya and Sergei Mozgov

Carolane Soucisse and Shane Firus

Cecilia Torn and Jussiville Partanen

Charlene Guignard and Marco Fabbri

Ekaterina Bobrova and Dmitri Soloviev

Ekaterina Riazanova and Ilia Tkachenko

Elena Ilinykh and Nikita Katsalapov/Ruslan Zhiganshin

Elisabeth Paradis and Francois-Xavier Ouellette

Emily Samuelson and Evan Bates

Federica Faiella and Massimo Scali

Federica Testa and Lucas Csolley

Gabriella Papadakis and Guillaume Cizeron

Isabella Tobias and Deividas Stagniunas/Ilia Tkachenko

Isabelle Delobel and Olivier Schoenfelder

Kaitlin Hawayek and Jean-Luc Baker

Kaitlyn Weaver and Andrew Poje

Kana Muramoto and Chris Reed / Daisuke Takahashi

Kavita Lorenz and Panagiotis Polizoakis

Kharis Ralph and Asher Hill

Ksenia Monko and Kirill Khaliavin

Laurence Fournier Beaudry and Nikolaj Sorensen

Lilah Fear and Lewis Gibson

Madison Chock and Greg Zuerlein / Evan Bates

Madison Hubbell and Kiefer Hubbell/Zachary Donohue

Maia Shibutani and Alex Shibutani

Mari-Jade Lauriault and Romain Le Gac

Marie-France Dubreuil and Patrice Lauzon

Marina Anissina and Gwendal Peizerat

Margarita Drobiazko and Povilas Vanagas

Meryl Davis and Charlie White

Misato Komatsubara and Tim Koleto

Nelli Zhiganshina and Alexander Gazsi

Natalia Kaliszek and Maksim Spodyrev

Nathalie Pechalat and Fabian Bourzat

Nicole Orford and Thomas Williams/Asher Hill

Nora Hoffmann and Maxim Zavozin

Oksana Domnina and Maxim Shabalin

Olivia Smart and Adria Diaz

Penny Coomes and Nicholas Buckland

Pernelle Carron and Lloyd Jones

Piper Gilles and Paul Poirier

Sara Hurtado and Adria Diaz

Sinead Kerr and John Kerr

Shiyue Wang and Xinyu Liu

Tanith Belbin and Benjamin Agosto

Tatiana Navka and Roman Kostomarov

Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir

Tiffany Zahorski and Jonathan Guerreiro

Vanessa Crone and Paul Poirier

Viktoria Sinitsina and Nikita Katsalapov

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shelbbswrites · 2 years

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In Vampire Academy, what are your thoughts on Romitri's conversation outside the Dhampir bar when she asks him to teach her?

I always knew that those two characters would be a ship (I read the first book many years ago, and I saw the movie when it came out), but that scene sealed the deal for me.

The direction of that scene is exquisite and intimate and dreamy. Rose’s face when Dimitri says, “But I would never bet against you, Rose Hathaway,” is such a moment. Rose Hathaway is rarely stunned into silence, and that’s one of the fine exceptions.

It’s everything that you can hear the music pounding in the bar, but it’s so still and quiet where Rose and Dimitri are. Kieran Moore’s slight snicker as Dimitri recounts how Alexei always hounded on Dimitri to take care of himself is SO GOOD. It’s almost as though Dimitri is hearing Alexei’s voice in his head at that moment.

Mason exiting the bar and seeing them at the moment he does and the blocking he brings to the scene is a good way to actualize that love triangle.

“I want everything he wanted for you” is another loaded line that intertwines Rose and Dimitri’s stories while juxtaposing their paths. I like that scene!

#vampire academy #va #romitri #shelbbsanswers

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saramunro · 1 year

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Small Business Saturday At Studio 33

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#15% Discount on Selected items #Alexey Moore #art #artists #authors #books #Demo #June Angelico #Lori McClain #new london #Shop Small #Small Business Saturday #Studio 33 Art & Frame Gallery #Studio 33 Art and Frame Gallery

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transpidergwen · 2 years

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Why is Danny fucking Stevens alive and unharmed while my baby boy Alexei Poletev died on an operating table next to the love of his life sometimes I want to throttle Ron Moore I swear to GOD.

#why can't we just have good boys??!!???#screaming crying throwing up #for all mankind #for all mankind spoilers #for all mankind season 3 #for all mankind 3x08 #fam spoilers #fam s3 #danny stevens #alexei poletev

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bug4bee · 1 year

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my bardbarian, elijah and alexei moore

#original art #character design #d&d oc #d&d bard #d&d barbarian #body horrow cw #? I’m pretty sure at least.#original character #they’re conjoined twins

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downwiththeficness · 5 months

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Shadow and Veil-Chapter Thirty

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The house was quiet that morning. If Eva was honest with herself, she would admit the house had been quiet since the moment its occupants returned from the scene of Ivan’s murder. The passing of time was nothing more than a waiting game—waiting for the Sheriff to show up with a warrant, waiting for the lab to be raided, waiting for Diego to make another move.

Even though Eva knew full well what was going to happen, the rampant anxiety in the house was getting to her. Josh refused to let her leave and, with nothing to distract her, she began to pace the house in a never ending circuit.

Bedroom. Hallway. Stairwell. Hallway. Kitchen. Dining room. Side door. Back yard. Terrace. Bedroom.

She ignored the annoyed looks from her husband and the endless sighs from Alexei. Eva didn’t care if she wore a hole through the fucking carpet. She walked until her legs ached and counted the days on the calendar.

The note on her door came as a surprise.

The Lounge. Now.

Eva pulled the post it from her door and stared at it with a curled lip. Then, because she knew it would piss him off, Eva went to the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee before ambling down the hall to see what it was that Josh wanted. The door was open, but she didn’t bother knocking. Eva simply walked into the room with her coffee held to her chest and an expectant look on her face.

Josh was standing on the far side of the room, looking out the sliding glass door. When he didn’t acknowledge her presence, Eva turned her attention to Alexei. The Russian was sitting on the couch with his knee cross over his ankle. He shook his head and her, then ticked it subtly to the side.

Her eyes dropped to the floor, followed by her stomach. On the coffee table was a nondescript black bag. The nylon fabric was pulled taught around its contents, stuffed full and bulging.

The money.

Moving closer, Eva looked for the second bag and was relieved that it was out of sight. The more important items were safe, for now. She was grateful she had the foresight to move it to the trunk of her car before all this shit went down.

She swallowed and glanced back Alexei for some kind of direction. With a movement that was hidden by the back of the couch, he extended two fingers in a right angle with his thumb. Eva shook her head and dipped her chin towards the bag. The gun he’d given her was at the bottom of half a million in cash.

Alexei looked away and breathed deep. Eva narrowed her eyes at him, annoyed that he was annoyed. It wasn’t her fault that Josh happened upon the only weapon she had available.

“I’m disappointed, Eva,” Josh said.

He was still facing away from her, but Eva knew that he wasn’t disappointed. He was angry. Furious, even. His calm demeanor could only be maintained because he had a plan of action in front of him.

Eva remained silent and sipped at her coffee to pump a little caffeine into her system. She might have a fight on her hands and she needed all the help she could get.

Josh looked over his shoulder, “Nothing to say.”

She shrugged.

He sucked his teeth and walked towards her, “I expected better from you.”

No explanation was going to placate him, so she didn’t give him one. Eva kept her mouth shut and her expression neutral. All the years of practice were paying off with dividends against the hammering of her heart and the slow creep of fear.

Josh pointed at the bag, “Is this my money?”

Its mine, she thought, Consider it back pay.

A step forward, “Is it?” Then, “Answer me!”

Eva took a casual sip of coffee, “Its extraneous.”

“Oh, extraneous,” Josh sneered, “Big word for a hillbilly. How many times did you have to check the dictionary before you got that right?”

She shrugged again, refusing to feed into his anger.

“Alright,” he said as he reached into his pocket, “was this also extraneous?”

A chill went over her when he presented her with the stolen bottle of fentanyl. He’d gone through her room, through her things.

“You know,” Eva replied, “snooping is generally considered rude.”

Josh spluttered, “Rude? Me, rude? What about you? Stealing from your husband. And, what were you going to do with this?” He waved the bottle around, “Planning on killing me?”

“No,” she said honestly, “I wasn’t.”

But, I am now, Eva finished in her head.

He had to at least suspect the Eva was going to run, leaving him holding the bag with the warrant. His blood had to be boiling at her sheer audacity. She expected that she was about to receive the beating of her life and, later, she would wake up cuffed to her bed.

“What do you think about this, Alexei?” he asked as he put the bottle back in his pocket.

Brows lifting, Alexei said, “I think its collateral.”

That gave Josh pause, “Collateral?”

Humming in confirmation, Alexei picked lint from his pant leg, “I think I’m not the only one who was cleaning house. The feds are going to lock up your accounts as soon as you get served. You’ll need liquid funds to grease the wheels while this whole thing gets sorted out.”

Josh was confused enough by Alexei’s explanation to stare at his friend for several long seconds, “Really…”

Alexei shrugged, “What else could it be?”

“Uh,” Josh retorted, “The obvious answer is she’s stealing from us. Eva’s not smart enough to think that far ahead.”

An eye roll, “Sure.”

“I can’t believe you don’t see what’s right in front of you!” Josh exclaimed, clearly put out by Alexei’s lack of buy in.

Eva almost felt bad for him. Josh was right, after all, and Alexei wasn’t siding with him. If she weren’t worried about what he was going to do with her, she might have had it in her to laugh. Instead, she sipped her coffee.

“Fine,” Josh bit out, “Let’s just say you gathered an emergency fund. Why not tell me about it? Hmm?”

She was pretty sure the question was rhetorical. Josh wasn’t looking for answers, he was looking for guilt. Eva didn’t feel like playing along.

“See?” he turned to Alexei, “Nothing to say to that, either. The bitch is lying to us.”

Alexei stood and went over to the bar, “She’s not saying anything, Josh. We need to set this aside for now and focus on the real problem.”

“Which is?”

“The fact that all of us are going to be behind bars any minute now.”

Josh blew a raspberry, “I’ll make bail. Won’t take more than a day.”

Alexei poured a healthy serving of vodka, “There will still be a trial.”

“Exactly.”

Eva watched the back and forth between them, wishing she could go back to the kitchen and get another cup of coffee. It was possible that they wouldn’t notice if she was quick, but she didn’t want to chance it.

“Josh,” Alexei leveled a pointed look at him, “I’ve done a hell of a job clearing out the evidence, but you’ve left a trail behind you a kilometer wide. Its going to take serious work to keep you out of prison.”

“But, that’s not the plan,” Eva cut in to the surprise of both men. “You told me you were setting up shop across the border.”

From the look on Alexei’s face, it was clear that this was the first he was hearing of this plan. He glared at Josh, expecting an explanation.

Josh smiled, “You’re right. That is the plan. And, now that we have the supplier, I don’t think we’ll have any trouble making it happen.”

Smug little shit.

Alexei threw back all the vodka in his glass, then set it on the bar, “This is so fucking stupid. Do you have any idea how fucking stupid that is? No, of course you don’t.”

Crossing his arms, Josh replied, “Its not stupid. Our business model is a well oiled machine. We can be just as successful in Mexico.”

“With what factories?” Alexei asked in an angry tone.

“We’ll buy the factories. Or build them.”

“What what money?”

Josh gestured towards the bag on the coffee table, “That’s a good start, don’t you think?”

Jaw working, Alexei scoffed, “Sure. Okay. We’ll just become international fugitives.”

“Well, what do you want to do?”

“We let the trial play out,” Alexei said evenly, “We bribe, pay off, threaten, or kill whoever we need to in order to get the verdict we want. We keep on the straight and narrow. Put that new stimulant on the market. Make more money than we know what to do with and retire to a fucking beach somewhere.”

That actually sounded like a really good plan.

Josh cast his eyes around the room. Eva watched him think about what he wanted to do while sipping the last of her coffee. He palmed a pill bottle, rattling its contents around.

Alexei stood and approached his friend, “I know this is difficult and I know you’ve been working very hard on your next project. I just think we need to be realistic.”

Something in Josh’s demeanor shifted and it set Eva’s teeth on edge, “Realistic? You want us to be realistic?” He tossed back a pill, “What’s real is that my wife has been stealing from me. What’s real is that my entire life is about to be blown to bits by a DA who has a fetish about justice.” A pause, “What’s real is that I am tired of working so hard not to live the life I want to live.”

He shrugged off Alexei’s hands, pacing to the bar. Uncaring that he might break the delicate crystal, he poured a hefty helping of bourbon into a glass. Eva thought he might swallow it down, but he set it aside and pushed his hand into his pocket. Out came the bottle of fentanyl and he tapped about a tablespoon of it.

After using a swizzle stick to stir it around, Josh turned and held it out to Eva, “Drink it.”

Hands curling around the mug, Eva shook her head.

He couldn’t be serious. He could not be serious. A dose like that would be…

Lethal.

From Alexei, “Josh, think about what you’re doing.”

“I’m thinking,” Josh replied. “I’m thinking that I confronted Eva about the fraud and the theft and—hell, let’s add cheating onto it. I’m thinking that this is all her doing and that she couldn’t take it.”

What the fuck? What the actual fuck?

She took a step back.

Eva knew Josh hated her, resented her, wanted nothing to do with her outside of the way she managed the books. That was all fine. How he felt about her didn’t matter. But this...this was more than hatred.

Or, less?

Possibly.

She didn’t know.

In any case…

“I’m not drinking that.”

“Yes, the fuck, you are,” he replied.

Alexei tried to cut in and was silenced by a hard swipe of Josh’s hand.

“No,” Eva bit out. “I’m done doing this with you. I’m done.”

“You don’t get to tell me when you’re done!” Josh yelled, “I tell you when you’re done.”

Alexei shushed him, “You need to calm down.”

Taking a calming breath, Eva tried again, “I think you should listen to Alexei.”

“I don’t need to calm down,” Josh replied in a shuddering voice, “I am perfectly calm.”

“You’re trying to kill your wife,” Eva asserted, “That doesn’t scream calm.”

Josh pointed a finger at her, “Shut the fuck up and drink what I give you.”

She squared her shoulders, “No.”

Eva wasn’t the only person in the room that was tired.

His eyes narrowed, “You’ve gotten mouthy lately. Obstinate, too.”

“And,” she replied, “you’ve gotten reckless. You threw away the life you wanted for...what? I really don’t see what you’ve gained over the last few months.”

Josh’s spine straightened, “What have I gained? What have I gained?” He drew a breath, “I have gained so much. The things I have made, the formulas...I have created an advancement in pharmaceutical science.”

“Woo fucking hoo!” Eva crowed, “What good is it if all this leads to is...a fucking court case?”

He looked at her as if she’d grown a second head, “What good...what good...Its progress, Birdie. I have made progress.”

She shook her head, “Progress that leads to nowhere.”

Josh’s brows drew together, “You don’t get it. You don’t fucking get it.”

“No,” Eva breathed, “I don’t. I don’t get it. I don’t get how you could have all of this,” she gestured around the room, “and still end out so...you.”

His lips pulled back from his teeth, “Look who’s talking. I pulled you out of nothing. I made you. What would you have become if I hadn’t picked you out of that one-room church, out of utter obscurity.”

Eva smiled at him, feeling oddly light, “I would have been just fine, Josh. Just. Fine.”

Josh sucked his teeth. He shifted on his feet, looked at her as if she’d slapped him across the face. Eva waited, hoping against hope that she moved the needle even a little bit. Otherwise…

The glass remained on the bar.

Silence was held aloft by the sheer stubborn pride of every person in the room. Eva’s heart was loud in her ears, the pulse of her blood almost painful in her ears. She chanced at glance at Alexei, who looked like he was going to have a stroke with the way the vein on his forehead was throbbing. He might not truly be on her side, but at least Alexei recognized the bullshit position they were in.

Would it be enough to save her life?

A knock on the front door.

The Eva froze along with all the air in the room. There were no appointments, Myra was covering for her at the ladies’ luncheon, anyone who had any business being in the house was standing right there.

Which left…

Josh let out a triumphant cry, “Perfect timing! Alexei, hold her down. They’ll be too busy with Eva’s suicide to execute the warrant.”

She gripped the only weapon she had, a mug with a tiny painted bird on it—another unwanted gift from Myra. There was no way she was going down without a serious fight and if she screamed loud enough the agents outside might break in and intervene.

Another knock. The doorbell rang.

Alexei crossed his arms, “She dies and we lose our scapegoat.”

Swiping at dismissive hand, Josh replied, “She’s the perfect scapegoat if she’s dead.” His eyes turned to her, “Dead birds don’t sing.”

A loud crack, the shattering of glass.

Eva clenched her jaw and backed away towards the oncoming footsteps. She turned just in time to see Horacio clearing the doorway with a wide, manic grin.

“I’m always interrupting,” he announced.

There was gun in his hand—not the gold one she’d seen last time—a standard issue firearm. It sat in his hand like an extension to his arm, perfectly natural.

“What the fuck is this?” Josh blurted.

Horacio, arms akimbo, replied, “I’m here to kidnap your wife. Got a new route to run and I need an accountant.”

Eva couldn’t help the way she let out a relieved breath. Fortunately, everyone else was too busy processing Horacio’s sudden appearance to notice. Alexei started to move and Horacio took aim. The Russian stilled, his gaze focused and murderous.

“I don’t think I’m going to let you out of this house alive,” Josh replied. “But, for the sake of courtesy, would you like a drink?”

He held out the fentanyl laced bourbon with a charming smile. Eva sucked in a gasp, afraid that Horacio might take it. She looked at him and shook her head hard.

Horacio pursed his lips, “I think I’ll take her word on it. Besides, I have better at home.”

“I’ll be right behind you,” Alexei muttered, “You won’t get to drink it.”

Laughing, Horacio made a kind of abashed shrug, “I meant my home. I’ll be out of the country by sunset.”

“I’ll call it in,” Josh bit out. “Border patrol would just love to take down a known drug dealer.”

Another shrug, “You can try.”

While the men were posturing, Eva noticed a small, red dot dance across the wall. It flashed across her face and disappeared. She tried to trace where it had come from, but couldn’t find a source.

Josh, in a fit befitting a toddler, threw the tumbler of bourbon at the wall. It shattered, all that fine crystal falling to the floor. Eva yelped at the sound, holding the mug close to chest in an act of self protection.

Horacio sighed, “Its over, doctor.”

“Not quite,” came from Alexei.

He was suddenly holding a gun of his own and it was pointed at Horacio. Eva shifted on her feet, afraid for him.

To his credit, Horacio was remarkably nonplussed, “Take a step towards the windows and look at the back of Josh’s head.”

Alexei’s eyes narrowed and remained on Horacio while he followed the directive. His icy eyes flicked to the side and widened before returning to Horacio’s.

“One of my men is an excellent shot. Put your weapon down and I won’t have them paint the carpet with his brains.”

Horacio gestured towards her, “Time to go, Mrs. Moore.” Her hesitation earned a soft hiss from him, “Now, woman.”

Moving quickly, but carefully, Eva stepped towards the coffee table with the intention of picking up the duffel. She didn’t anticipate the way Josh’s arm snapped out and caught her around the neck. Her hauled her into his chest and held her in a bruising embrace.

“She’s not going anywhere.”

Horacio licked lips that curled into a sneer. A strange movement with his hand, then, “Because I am a reasonable man, I’m going to give you a choice. Your wife, or your best friend. Ten seconds, doctor.”

Eva wriggled in Josh’s arms, unable to break away.

“You are in my house, my town—,”

“Time!”

The sliding glass door exploded inwards. Instinct had all the muscles in Eva’s body relaxing so that she could fall through the circle of her husband’s arms and to the floor. She covered her head and waited.

Josh was yelling Alexei’s name. The Russian wasn’t replying. A hand grabbed her arm and pulled her to standing. Horacio’s face wavered in front of her. He started to pull her towards the door. Eva veered off to the side and grabbed the money before following.

It was a mistake to look back.

Alexei was laying on the floor in a steadily growing pool of blood. His skull was cracked open and his eyes were vacant. Josh’s hands were hovering over his head, as he was trying to figure out how to put him back together again.

Horacio dragged her into the hall.

The front door was kicked in. She could see the remains of the deadbolt on the floor. Sunlight streamed through the opening, nearly blinding her.

He took the duffel from her, shouldering it. Eva moved with him down the hall, barely remembering to snag her keys from the hook on the wall. She stumbled outside and down the porch steps.

“Wait,” she called out, rushing to her car.

“We have to go!” Horacio called out.

Eva ignored him, opening the trunk of her car and grabbing the large tote back from the depths. She slammed it shut and turned just in time to see a white van careen up her street. Horacio held up one hand to signal the vehicle while the other reached for her. Palm to palm, he guided her inside and crawled in after her. The door hadn’t even shut when the engine gunned and the tires screeched.

There were no seats in the back of the van and the windows were deeply tinted. Eva looked around to find herself sitting among the members of Stag Nation. Lizzy was driving like a bat out of hell and Gene gave directions from the passenger’s seat. To her left was Jim and to her right was Marcus. The bassist was disassembling a sniper rifle and setting its parts into a case.

In front of her was Horacio.

He was kneeling less than a foot away, looking out through the front window. Eva followed the lines of his profile, noted the crease between his brows. She looked at him as if he were a dream. It certainly felt like a dream.

“Where is Javier?”

Horacio glanced at her, “He’s waiting to serve the warrant. I want us far away when our team walks through the door.”

“You mean the door you broke down?” she deadpanned.

He smiled, “I had help.”

“Yeah,” Jim quipped, “a battering ram really helps.”

She nodded absently, “Where are we going?”

Easing down to sit beside her, Horacio said, “The state line. That’s as far as they can take us. Once we’re there, we can make some decisions.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “Try to relax. Its going to be a long day.”

#Shadow and Veil #Horacio carrillo #carrillo #maurice compte #au #A/B/O dynamics

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task 001: npcs

Timmy Alston, 1989-2044 (age 55), enforcer, fc: peter krause

gracious men are those who suffer

An architecture academic prior to the outbreak, who would have seemed like a mild-mannered, friendly colleague and probably the least likely to screw you over during the apocalypse. It's always the ones you least expect. Actually, he was only ever decent to those he considered part of his own circle - and the kindness he showed to others was deceptive. In the early phase of the Volkov revolution, he actually served as a double agent - gaining the confidence of FEDRA soldiers and betraying it, which sent them to their deaths. Admittedly, FEDRA was also terrible, and he could quite happily have called himself a freedom fighter against fascism. As an enforcer, he often played the good cop to Alexei's bad cop. That's not a high bar, and he was also capable of cruel and unnecessary violence - just very good at extracting information without it. He was both liked and feared in almost equal measure. Sometimes you live long enough to realise you’re the bad guy, and sometimes you don’t. He wouldn’t have seen the similarities between the FEDRA regime and the Volkov one, constructing opposition in his mind as ungrateful behaviour - often coming from people who were too young to properly remember having fought in the uprising. Timmy was killed in an Infected ambush while scoping out a bank as a potential new lookout in April 2044, and saved Matty's life by pushing him out of a window before their position was overrun. He always saw Matty as his successor, probably in around 2050, although Matty hadn't necessarily understood that he was going to be entrusted with that because of the number of times his dad had had to reel him in over his latest nonsense.

Kiera Alston, 1988-2044 (age 56), soldier, fc: julianne moore

do you understand i deserve the best?

Kiera was also an academic prior to the outbreak, in English Literature. She was a ruthless grader, and her students probably wouldn't have been surprised that she became a ruthless soldier. She was opportunistically so - and quite happy to joke that she was the spiritual successor to Lady Macbeth. You probably didn’t want her leading your patrols, because mercy was not a word in her vocabulary. She wasn’t above testing newcomers by handing trespasser kills off to them and observing what they did with the opportunity. A sizeable chunk of her husband’s intimidation factor came from the spectre of Kiera’s presence. She could have been an enforcer herself, but didn’t see why she should when she could have all of the perks and none of the silly macho militaristic planning responsibilities. To an extent, she kidnapped Matty as a baby because she could - having long since accepted her life without children of her own. When the opportunity presented itself, she could just take a kid and frame it as another one of FEDRA's crimes, which people were all too willing to believe. It was always her who was the creative one - crafting narratives, and she was also the reason Matty's such a storyteller. It was a shame that he wasn't much of a reader, she thought, but she was just happy he liked to pass on stories either way. She also encouraged his art, despite it not being a particularly useful skill, because there was more to life than simply survival. Kiera was killed in the same Infected ambush in April 2044.

Tracy Vázquez, 1996-2044 (age 48), soldier, fc: keeley hawes

I blinked and the world was gone

Things had been looking great for Tracy before the world went to shit. She was set to go to law school - might even have ended up as a successful politician in a different world. Instead, she was married to a man 12 years her senior, with a kid, by the time she was 19. There wasn't a world left to change, which meant the only way was to rebuild it. At first, she could believe that any new leadership could be better than what FEDRA did, but the sheen came off Volkov really fast. She also thought there wasn't anything she could do about it - she was only one soldier, with a little kid. Except, she could - she had some control over what the first post-outbreak generation turned out like. Alexei wasn't going to live forever, and maybe her boy could be the leader she'd wanted to be when she was young. Actually, if any of the kids needed an alibi, a shoulder to cry on, or just any kind of help in general - she’d have given it to them. please feel free to borrow her for this in past lore-building!!! By 2033, following the assault on Jackson, she had come to oppose the Volkov regime - but had only confided that in her son. In the long run she may well have given Timmy - and by extension Alexei - a taste of the betrayal the FEDRA guys must have felt from being spied on. Alas, we will never know how that one would have shaken out. Tracy was killed in the same Infected ambush in April 2044.

Rodrigo Vázquez, 1984-2044 (age 60), soldier, fc: andy garcia

and may my people rise up

Rodrigo was one of Timmy's friends from work, another architect who was much more into the partying than the studying part of academic life. He probably wouldn't have survived the initial outbreak without Timmy and Kiera's help, and has essentially been mooching off them ever since to get out of the difficult jobs. He did fight in the uprising, and would tell anyone who would listen about his war stories. Several of those war stories were things that happened to other people who weren't around to tell their own side of the story. His behaviour as a father was similar - he would do none of the hard work and take all of the credit for having a good soldier for a son. This also meant Tracy and Pedro could get away with sharing their dissent with each other, because he was almost never really paying attention anyway. If you ever needed a guard that you could have snuck past to cause Shenanigans with little to no consequences, you planned them for when this guy was on patrol. That was the worst kept secret in the QZ, and the only reason it continued was because Timmy let it continue. The flip side of that was, if you took advantage of it to cause major trouble, you would still have someone far more assiduous and terrifying to answer to. Rodrigo also died in the Infected ambush in April 2044.

Pedro Vázquez, 2014-2044 (age 30), soldier, fc: ryan guzman

i’d always hoped for better

Surprisingly well adjusted for an apocalypse kid, Pedro would have been well known and genuinely well-liked - most commonly for playing the guitar and taking requests. Some people might have known him for attempting Fight Club and losing - badly, having only been there for the relative freedom of the enforcer-free zone in the early days. He was also incredibly organised, and basically in charge of Matty's schedule as well as his own. Being subtle in his dissent towards the powers that be, he would say that his potentially revolutionary-sounding songs such as the one linked under Rodrigo’s title were inspired by his dad’s stories about fighting and winning against FEDRA (which Rodrigo would proudly agree with, resulting in a level of militaristic fervour that Pedro was fundamentally uncomfortable with). He had a strong fairness and justice streak that was all Tracy, although in a place like Idaho Falls sometimes that could only amount to offering someone a more merciful end than another soldier would. People were probably taking bets on when he and Matty would get over themselves and get together, but they were ironically bad at words for a pair of creatives. We’re in “singing to an entire crowd while looking meaningfully at one person” territory here. Pedro was also killed in the Infected ambush in April 2044. Had he survived, he would have been absolutely *furious* about what happened to Ray - which in turn would have influenced Matty to do more than just try to clean up the mess.

Katherine 'Katy' Davis, 1989 - (age 55), carer (jackson), fc: naomi watts

wrap yourself in petals for armour

Katy Davis loved her life before the outbreak. She’d got married the year before to the best guy in the whole world, and they were going to have their first kid. The cordyceps was still just a news story when Liam was born, and he’d only been in the world a month when it changed beyond all recognition. Martial law, almost overnight - and her town had ‘QZ’ on the end of its name. She could have just given up when the world went to shit, but she’d always been wildly stubborn. Her best friend told her she wouldn’t be able to sneak out of the QZ, not with all those guards on duty - but she didn’t listen. Those FEDRA assholes stole her baby and let her husband die when they kept all the medicine for themselves. She wasn’t going to hang around and wait for something even worse to happen, or for them to take her out and shoot her. She pulled it off, somehow, with a hell of a lot of luck. Had no idea where to go from there, so kept herself to herself - picking over what little was left in shops and houses, hunting animals, and taking over what looked like an old holiday home for herself - with a little garden. The cultists and the militia terrify her, so she trades with them but retains her independence - sometimes allying with other traders and travellers. Once Jackson Town is established, she’s so relieved that normal people still exist that she joins up almost immediately. Some of the people there tell her that all the FEDRA soldiers in her old home town were executed, but something tells her that her kid is still out there somewhere. She doesn’t know why, but she just knows it. Over the years, she ends up caring for multiple children who’ve lost their families, and people who are injured or sick. She tells them about her boy, and they open up to her about their relatives, but nobody they bring in’s ever come to tell her they’ve seen him.

#;tasks #tw: death #;rel: timmy #;rel: kiera #;rel: tracy #;rel: rodrigo #;rel: pedro #//no relationship tag for katy bc he's never met her :(

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