#Jacob Capon
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dug out the old doc martins I bought 15 years ago—they were in a floral print that isn’t made any more but the flowers faded so now it’s basically black with hints of flower if you squint but they still fits so well and look fly. bought a fresh pair a couple of years ago but they simply cannot match the energy of a pair of boots that went through several Boston winters and yet survived. suck it fast fashion.
#i also bought an al Capone wanted poster Marc by Marc Jacobs t-shirt for 30 bucks that same year#was a crazy splurge at the time but it still looks so cool and I get compliments whenever I wear it.#have worn and washed it hundreds and hundreds of times#thank you child me for wasting your tips on the good stuff
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Poppins (part 5)
Josh/Jake Kiszka x reader
18+ only! Minors do not interact!
Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, slight angst, etc
Sleep doesn’t plan on dropping in to visit you tonight, that much is clear. Still, it doesn’t stop you from staring up at the ceiling, longing for it.
If you could just quiet the storm inside your head, if only for a moment or two, you might be able to drift away.
All hope is lost completely when your phone begins to vibrate on the night stand beside you. It crosses your mind to ignore it, but no one calls at this hour for no good reason.
With an exasperated sigh, you roll to your side and grab it up.
“Perfect.” You mutter upon seeing Jake’s name displayed on the screen. Yet another facet stepping up to complicate this shit show of a night even further.
“This better be good.” 3 am phone calls don’t lend themselves to a proper greeting in your book.
“Well, hello to you, too, pretty girl.” He laughs, clearly bright eyed and full of piss and vinegar.
“I’m sleeping, Jacob.” You huff, flopping onto your back once again.
He calls your bluff. Of course he does. “No you’re not. You sound wide awake, and I need someone to keep me company.”
“No pretty young thing to follow you home from your gig tonight?” You ask, though you certainly don’t actually want to know.
He makes a sound in the negative, and then adds, “But if I get really hard up, I can just pop my head out the door and flag down one of the hookers that are loitering around this shit hole of a motel.”
“That bad?”
“I’ll put it this way,” he breathes a wisp of a laugh, “If I were to look under the bed and find a dead body, I wouldn’t be shocked. Not even a little bit.”
“Yikes.” You genuinely feel for him. Hotels and their germs freak you out as it is, you can’t fathom being expected to sleep in an establishment as fine as the one he’s describing.
“Make sure you check for bed bugs before you go to sleep.” It breaks your heart to think of him slumbering fitfully while tiny monsters feast away.
“You think I’m going anywhere near that bed?” He sounds offended, but you know better. “I’m sleeping in the fucking bathtub. I wish you were here, though.”
“So, you’d have me suffer through a night in hotel hell just so you’d have someone to keep you company? Narcissist.”
That halting laugh of his, the one you’re completely smitten with, makes an appearance, but his reply comes gently. “No. There’s just something about the thought of seeing something so beautiful surrounded by all this ugliness…I don’t know.”
That, you hadn’t expected.
He glosses over his honesty and begins telling you about the bar he’s playing. About how it used to be a speakeasy. How there are still scattered bullet holes in the walls from a raid. Al Capone once visited, he tells you animatedly, and broke a bartender's nose for speaking without respect…
On and on he prattles, and you let him, paying close attention to his every word. This isn’t your first time being ‘Jaked’ in the middle of the night.
And if you’re being honest, maybe your attentiveness has more to do with the fact that you miss him already. It’s good to hear his voice, that calming, soft rasp. His idiosyncratic tendencies - ‘you know’ as a place filler as he gathers his thoughts, interesting, suppose, it’s all so jake, and it makes you feel safe in the strangest way.
You ask questions in all the right places, not enough to interrupt, but just enough to encourage the stream of thoughts he has decided to share with you.
That is, until he catches on. “Are we whispering because it’s late, or because you’re at my brother’s?”
You pluck at the blanket thrown over you, chagrined. A child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “He was out of sorts with you gone, so I stayed. You know how he gets.”
“I get that way, too.” He points out softly. “Who babies me?”
You shrug, though he can’t see you “A girl in every port?”
“Would you stop with that?” He suddenly sounds sad, and it’s so unlike him you’re shocked into momentary silence.
It stretches on for a while, with you now staring at the wall as the tree outside lends the shadows of its leaves to dance and flutter in the night. And Jake, cooped up in some depressing, filthy room god knows where, breathing in stagnant air and mold spores.
He slices through it first, “Hey, poppins?”
“Hmm?” How easily can make your heart ache and pound without effort. They both can.
“Do you miss me?”
The hopefulness in his query makes you smile. He sounds almost…vulnerable?
“I do, Jake. I always miss you when you go away.”
A discreet hum of satisfaction is his only reply before the quiet returns. Then…
“Why are you at my brother’s, babe? Is this a ‘when the cats away the mice will play’ situation?”
Why is he always so calm and collected? Tipping his hand just enough to stoke the flames of your curiosity. And why is it so sexy?
“Are you the cat?” You ask softly, avoiding his actual question.
He sees your bet and raises the stakes “Are you two the mice?”
Still unwilling to hand over your secrets, you ask a question of your own. “What is this? You both really do get off on the competition of it all, don’t you? Is there a scorecard hidden away somewhere? Because I —“
“Hey,” he soothes, voice comforting like a warm, much loved quilt. “There’s no scorecard. We actually have a scoreboard. It lights up and everything. Cost a shit load.”
He successfully tugs a giggle out of you, plucking the thorn out of your side effortlessly. Seconds later, however, you’re right back where you started.
“Why, then? Sometimes I feel like I’m caught in sibling rivalry crossfire. Like I’m constantly ducking and dodging Kiszka bullets.”
“No such thing.” He’s trying his best to lighten things up. “We Kiszkas are noble and peaceful people.”
He desperately would like to be let off the hook… instead, you keep him dangling on the line. “I’m serious.”
At last, he gives in. “Alright, alright. The thing is, you can’t really blame us. Sometimes it’s unavoidable and that’s just science.”
“Science.” You repeat, unimpressed.
“Yes. Science. Identical twins, such as myself and my lesser half, share nearly indistinguishable brain wave patterns, and —“
“Jesus, do you two carry around some big book of twin factoids everywhere you go?”
Brushing your flippancy aside without comment, he continues on. “So, shared brain waves and 99.9% identical DNA means we view the world around us in much the same way. That’s why you hear those crazy stories about separated twins finding each other later only to discover they’ve been living parallel lives. Essentially, we’re the same person.”
“Is this where I come in?” You ask, trying hard to conceal the fascination hiding behind your nonchalance.
“Possibly.” In your mind's eye, you picture his fingers running over his lips in a gentle pinching motion. An endearing habit of his when he’s feeling contemplative. “But, sometimes I think it has very little to do with all of that. Sometimes I think it’s just you.”
“Me?’
“You’re the lighthouse, poppins…” his voice is soft and thoughtful. “And he and I are the ships. Question is, who will run ashore first?”
“Something happened between Josh and I tonight.” You confess. “And I honestly don’t know why I’m telling you. I just felt like you should know.”
“Doesn’t that make you think?” He questions, backing you into an invisible corner.
“Doesn’t what make me think?”
“The fact that you felt the need to tell me. It’s interesting, isn’t it?”
You’re not sure what to say to that, so you choose the easiest path and say nothing at all.
“Jealousy isn’t a character flaw I struggle with. Never has been.” You listen to the creaking groan of the likely cheap and worn chair he is repositioning himself in. “Territorial? I’ll own that, but almost never with Josh. So you have your fun, love. Get him out of your system. You and I both know which ship your light shines a little brighter for.”
He ends the call with little room for argument on your part. You consider calling him back to tell him he’s wrong (is he wrong?). Instead, you slip out of bed and pad down the hall towards Josh’s room, light and hushed on your feet.
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Josh is dreaming of you. Lost in turquoise waters that lull him deeper and deeper, down down down. You’re everywhere. Your voice, echoing and purring with the delicate current. He is tangled in your silken hair. It glows in otherworldly shades of bioluminescent purple and he longs to touch it, but each lock dissolves into blinding glitter the moment he reaches for it. Closer to the floor of your sea he drifts, as your soft moans grow louder, accompanied by the alien mournful song of whales calling to one another, his unconscious world shifts…
Now you lie beneath him, twisted in wrinkled sheets, clinging to him as he rocks into you deeply. Your nails sting as they bite into and drag across his back and he hopes it burns forever. He likes it better here. Bathing in your ocean was bliss, but here he can touch your face. Here he can search your eyes for their secrets and taste your skin. He can hear the desire thrumming in your hummingbird heart. Here you are his.
He always thinks you’re beautiful, but like this, you are celestial. A supernova captured in his arms.
You call his name, but your eyes are cast over his shoulder. He knows without question who has come to dismantle his perfect world.
“Tell him to go.”
You shake your head languidly with a Mona Lisa smile, “I’d like him to stay.”
Squeezing around him just right, you run your fingertip down the bridge of his nose…
…and he startles awake with a curse.
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His door isn’t closed, but merely pushed to…still, you lift a loose fist to knock lightly. A faint moan in the dark stops you.
It’s a tranquil sound, one you might expect to enjoy while caught up in slow and easy early morning sex. And while it isn’t overtly obscene, it steals the air from your lungs all the same.
He’s sleeping, your eyes have adjusted to the darkness enough to know that, but he breathes another sigh into the air, and then…your name.
Can a sound be poetic? Can inflection be art? Because that is the only way to describe the way your name sounds on his tongue.
He’s dreaming…and whatever world he has faded into holds some version of you inside of it as well. What is going on inside that brilliant, beautiful mind of yours, Joshua?
This is wrong. You should go back to bed and pretend this never happened…but the angel on your shoulder has taken the night off, leaving the shameless devil in charge, plotting nefariously.
A harsh hiss of “Fuck!” bites out of him, startling you. He sounds frustrated and furious. He is awake, and very unhappy about it.
Standing still as a statue, you wonder ridiculously if he can hear the wild beat of your heart.
Knock now, you think. Pretend you’ve just arrived at his door. For the second time, you raise your hand to knock, and for the second time, you stop in your tracks when you see it.
His hand slips beneath the sheets as a shutter of pleasure ripples out of his chest. It’s no more than a strangled gasp, but your body explodes into heated pins and needles.
The drag of his fist against the linens keeps time with the airy moans he is panting into the night. It’s fucking intoxicating and you so badly want to go to him.
Instead, you back slowly away from the crack into the door, retreating further back in the hall. You’ll slink back to bed and it’ll be like this never even happened —
A floorboard creaks. An inanimate object groaning to tattle tale and shine a spotlight on your presence.
He stops instantly as you clamp your eyes shut tightly for a split second…if I can’t see you, you can’t see me mentality.
And while you pray with your whole soul to disappear like smoke in the air, he rises, tucks himself back into his sweats, and confidently closes the space between the two of you.
Before you can process, his fingers lace around your wrist and pull you into the room. Your body is pressed against the door, his breath warm on your neck as he reaches behind you to twist the lock.
A single finger traces along your cheek before tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Were you watching me?”
“I…” You stammer, guilty as sin. “I was just getting ready to knock and…”
His hand slides between your legs to tease his fingers over soaked cotton. “Oh,” he tilts his head, smug and pleased with his discovery. “Someone was enjoying the show. My sweet little thing has ruined her pretty panties.”
He finds your clit and presses against it, remaining still, taunting you with the delicious pressure of his touch. “Do you like to watch?”
You nod, the shame of being caught slowly seeping from your veins.
“Yeah?” He slips into your panties from the side and teases two fingers inside you, curling upward until your thighs are shaking. “You wanna watch me cum?”
A whine of desire trembles out of you, telling him all he needs to know.
His fucks his fingers into you just a hint faster. Building you up nice and easy, creating a heavenly push and pull that you never want to end. “Some other time, sweetheart. I’m far too in love with this soft little cunt of yours right now. Pink as cotton candy and just as sweet.”
Your hands are fisted into the shoulders of his worn out t shirt, steadying yourself as your hips rock to meet him.
“Jake called.” The words leave you as barely a whisper.
“Did he?” There is a conversational edge to his cadence. As though you might be discussing the weather while you clench and drip into the palm of his hand. “Missing you already?”
“I don’t know, he— oh, fuck…right there.”
“Right there?” You catch a glimpse of the cocky smirk playing over his lips in the dark. “I'll touch you right there, sweet girl. I’ll take care of you. Just relax and let me.”
Your back arches away from the door to bring your body nearer to his. You want him pressed against you, skin to skin. You want to melt into him and live there forever, surrounded by his warm light.
“You look so fucking pretty in this light.” The moon is filtering in through the window, cool and blue. You think of winter, and he mirrors your thoughts. “Like a snow angel.”
Your hand delves beneath his waistband of his tattered sweats. A chill races up his spine when you wrap your soft hand around him. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you want…good girl.”
You coil and quiver around his fingers, giving yourself away.
“You like that?” He nips his perfect teeth into your bottom lip. “You want to be my good girl? A perfect princess to make my cock hard and my heart ache?’
Tightening your grip, you stroke him faster, earning a groan, long and low, deep within his chest as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge with just his hand.
“Josh, please,” the air feels charged, the way it does just before a vicious summer storm unleashes. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
“Not gonna stop,” he rocks into your hand a little faster to catch up with you. ‘Not until I have what’s mine. Let go for me. Show me how beautiful you look when you cum.”
With another practiced twist of his hand, he drags you under, free hand covering your mouth to quiet your cries, though he wishes he could let you scream until you were hoarse and spent.
He chases after you, burying his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own cries as he spills over your hand, tiny rivers of warmth that tickle your skin until your eyes flutter closed to savor the feeling.
It’s peaceful for a stretch, but when the words come, you don’t swallow them down like maybe you should. You speak them into existence like maybe you shouldn’t.
“He says you’re in love with me.”
His lips ghost over your cheek, light as the softest feather. “I am.”
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Note: Ten hottest live-action characters, part nineteen. Frenchie’s great. Not one, but two characters commented on how upset he would be to find out he missed Herogasm. I wish I missed it. :(
10. Robert Montague Renfield (Nicholas Hoult) from Renfield
Cutie, aside from the whole live entomophagy thing.
9. Jacob Rose (Oscar Nuñez) from Lucky Hank
Get yourself a man who’ll appreciate your confusing poetry then eff you on his desk.
8. Topper Thorton (Austin North) from Outer Banks
Jealous but (initially) patient boyfriend who actually goes goblin mode.
7. Salesman (Gong Yoo) from Squid Game
Too cute to wear a mask.
6. Kevin Bernard (Anthony Anderson) from Law & Order
I don’t watch this show regularly, but he’s so soft looking. 🥺
5. Zach (Kyle Gallner) from The Walking Dead
Was no one going to tell me Gallner was in TWD??
4. Frenchie (Tomer Capone) from The Boys
“He loves to be punished when he’s bad. It makes him hard.”
3. Tyler Galpin (Hunter Doohan) from Wednesday
Pretends to be a nice guy, while actually bloodthirsty, and transforms into a grotesque monster.
2. Lalo Salamanca (Tony Dalton) from Better Call Saul
Remember when he had a fender bender with that guy at the north gate? I want Lalo to [REDACTED] all over my face and neck like that milkshake on that guy.
1. Jim Chee (Kiowa Gordon) from Dark Winds
Are actual FBI agents this husbandable? Him and Agent Cooper, man…
Note: Previous part.
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What I write and who I write for
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Gotham
Star wars
Spartacus
Boardwalk Empire
Marvel
DC
The Walking Dead
The Witcher
Salem
Star Trek
Harry Potter
Fantastic Beasts
IT
Barry
Stranger Things
The pirates of the Caribbean
Lotr
The Hobbit
NCIS
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Gotham characters I write for
Oswald Cobblepot
Jerome Valeska
Jeremiah Valeska
Jim Gordon
Harvey Bullock
Ed Nygma
Alfred Pennyworth
Mr. Freeze
Victor Zsasz
Butch Gilzean
Star Wars characters I write for
Darth Maul
Kylo Ren
Darth Vader
Han Solo
Poe Dameron
Lando Calrissian
Finn
Boba Fett
Jango Fett
Din Djarin
Paz Vizsla
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Gannicus
Crixus
Agron
Spartacus
Glaber
Caesar
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Richard Harrow
Eli Thompson
Frank Capone
Ralph Capone
Nelson Van Alden
Arnold Rothstein
Meyer
Lucky Luciano
Gyp Rosetti
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Groot (platonic)
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Superman
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Joker (Heath ledger or Jared Leto)
Captain Boomerang
Chato Santana
Rick Flag
Oliver Queen
Slade Wilson (Manu Bennett)
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Wolverine
Colossus
Deadpool
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Aaron
Father Gabriel
Rick Grimes
Negan Smith
Shane Walsh
Daryl Dixon
Merle Dixon
Eugene Porter
Abraham Ford
Paul "Jesus" Rovia
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Geralt
Jaskier
Filavandrel
Mousesack
Eskel
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John Alden
Cotton Mather
Beelzebub/ The Sentinel
Samael
Sebastian Marburg
Star trek characters I write for
Captain Kirk
Spock
Dr. McCoy
Quark
General Martok
Weyoun
Damar
Dukat
Garak
Julian Bashir
Shran
Captain Archer
Malcolm Reed
Trip Tucker
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Harry Potter
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George Weasley
Fred Weasley
Neville Longbottom
Lucius Malfoy
Remus Lupin
Sirius Black
Severus Snape
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Newt Scamander
Percival Graves
Albus Dumbledore
Gellert Grindelwald (Mikkelsen or Depp)
Jacob Kowalski
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Richie Tosier
Ben Hanscom
Bill Denbrough
Eddie Kaspbrak
Henry Bowers
Pennywise/ Bob Gray
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Barry Berkman
Noho Hank
Monroe Fuches (As father figure)
Stranger Things characters I write for
Steve Harrington
Billy Hargrove
Dustin Henderson (platonic or as little brother)
Eddie Munson
Pirates Off The Caribbean characters I write for
Jack Sparrow....."Captain! Jack Sparrow!"
Captain Barbossa
William Turner
Bootstrap Bill
Davy Jones
James Norrington
Cutler Beckett
Salazar
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Boromir
Faramir
Samwise Gamgee
Mary
Pippin
Aragorn
Haldir
Legolas
Elrond
Èomer
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Bilbo
Thorin
Fili
Kili
Bard
Elrond
Thranduil
Legolas
Azog
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Tony Dinozzo
Tim McGee
Joshany Gibbs
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Mully VR
Josh dub
Your favorite Narrator
Juicy
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Smashing
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Smut/NSFW
fluff
Male character x Fem reader
Traumatized reader dynamic
Mentions of abuse
Mentions of Death
Mentions of Blood
Slight torture
Knife play
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Male Character x Male reader (Unless platonic)
Fem Character x Fem reader (Unless platonic)
Incest
Rape (depends on Character and how graphic)
Pegging
Gore
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the sparkling capone x tommy shelby series.
part 1/ ?
beatrice 'bea' or 'bee' angelina capone, was born on november 30th, 1900 to gabriel and teresina copone, only one year after her older brother al capone was born. she grew up in new york majority of her life before al took his kid sister (and Irish twin) and himself to the second city, chicago where he begun his journey of dealings and life of crime.
my own storyline/timeline for actual capone history and peaky blinders. takes place between 1923 and 1924.
age gap series.
warnings: swearing.
word count: 4.2K
italicized is Italian.
a fact-paced story that takes place over a year, with time jumps.
faceclaims: young lily james as beatrice, dylan obrien as gio, zoey deutch as marissa and jacob eldori as marco.
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december, 1923.
beatrice looked at the port in this shit hole of place, birmingham her brother had asked her to go visit. apparently, he wanted to work with some folks over here and because he couldn't leave chicago at that very moment, he sent her. she was the second in command, and had more brains than he did; though he would never admit. joined by her cousin, gio and longtime friend of her and her brother, marco. she sighed looking down at the ground, heel propped and silently cursing her brother for this job. she'd somehow be undermining the current operations here in birmingham that were run by a group called, the peaky blinders. supposedly she'd get the guys they were working with to work with her brother instead, somehow someway he said. whatever it takes, and that even meant killing a person if it meant that he'd get the connections.
it was just a week ago when he sat beatrice down in his chicago office, letting her know the assignment her had for her. she quickly turned it down, but he held up one finger to let him finish. she sighed, rolling down further in the plush chair and continued to listen to what he had to say. she agreed, reluctantly. "who will be accompanying me?" she questioned, knowing he'd never want danger to come to her. how ironic that statement is. gio agreed the moment al had come to him, and then marco his longtime friend and confidant agreed quickly as well. marco had always looked out for the girl, maybe a little too much sometimes. they had shared some nights together when al was away tending to business, but it never led to anything else. she would not allow it, and she knew he'd be killed by the hands of her brother if he'd found out. either frank or al, it did not matter. the three of them boarded a boat in new york and sailed 9 days before arriving to london, and then drove to this dump beatrice called it. "remind me to kill al when i get back." she huffed, as the three walked back towards their rented car. marco chuckled while gio agreed, he couldn't believe al had tricked him this badly. the three drove into town just a bit, looking for their hotel. "lets stop there." she said pointing at a bar or pub. she was not sure what they called it here. gio nodded, pulling up across the street to a place called, 'the garrison.' marco got out first, placing a hand out for beatrice who took it. she stood up, and began to look around. brick lined streets, dirty walls of homes flooded her vision. she looked towards her right to see a man watching the three while smoking a cigarette. gio eyed the man as he got out, and marco led the girl over. she took in the smell of this city and could not wait to be back in chicago.
hopefully, sooner rather than later.
marco walked in first, looking around before signaling to beatrice that she could walk in. as if she was royalty or had notoriety. she swallowed hard before stepping into the place with confidence and swagger, as if she already owned the place. marco led her to table to the side, while gio walked behind them. as soon as she sat she for a moment before letting them know what she wanted, "just the usual." she said not thinking anything of it. however, the usual wasn't a drink here. she giggled, and asked for vodka instead. she watched as gio went to go fetch the three's drinks, and marco sat down still checking everybody out; nonchalantley. "marco...you can relax for a minute." she said touching his arm softly. "not when you have a group of people staring at you." he said and she shyly looked towards the bar and saw a group of people staring.
those must be them, she thought.
gio was walking towards the two when she looked away. she took the vodka and sipped it sparingly. gio lit a cigar, and she pushed his shoulder to give her a puff. he rolled his eyes as she took off her coat, and took it from him. thomas shelby had never seen anything more attractive, in his 33 years on this earth. the utmost power she held over those 2 was incredible. she took one last puff before giving it back to gio, and she sat back in her chair and closed her eyes for a few seconds. "ill be back, I'm going to make a phone call." marco said and she nodded. she knew he was going to make a phone call to london where the capones had a trusted business partner, who then would send word that the three had made it. beatrice clicked her tongue, taking another sip of her drink. her face scrunched with disgust, "they really need some better vodka here." she said and gio laughed heartedly. a blonde woman walked by asking if they wanted more and beatrice thought for a minute before gio began to hit on the woman. beatrice hit the back of his head, cleanly and sharply. causing arthur and michael to snicker. she took the cigar back and apologized to the barmaid, "i do apologize for my cousin. he clearly doesn't get any attention from the ladies." she said and the barmaid softly smiled at the girl. "but may i have something better than whatever this is." she said shoving the cup to the woman.
the woman took back what she had just thought, and sighed. another entitled girl she thought, but grace smiled and turned back to get the drinks. gio mumbled, and beatrice hit him once again in the head. "ow!" he whimpered, looking back at her. "don't make me shove you out of that chair giovanni!" she warned and he sighed turning around. she had had all the capone boys near and far wrapped around her finger for the last 2 decades. marco walked back into view, and Beatrice watched from the moment he did so. he walked across the bar, and he caught her eye. the two softly smiled at one another, blushing like fools. she breathed in the cigar once more before handing it back to gio. the barmaid came back with the drinks, and she stood there making sure they were fine. or rather, the snooty tastebuds the girl possessed. irish whiskey, she tasted. her blood boiled. marco and gio saw the look on her face, and chuckled. "irish. whiskey." the capone darkly seethed, before standing up. she took ahold of her jacket, threw it on and began her saunter out. the peaky blinders behind the bar were silently outraged at how disrespectful the three were being. well the one in particular.. the young capone. though, thomas found it somewhat amusing
"we'll be outside." gio said to marco who nodded, and she was outside taking in the cold air that hit her quickly. "irish fucking whiskey." she chastised causing gio to just laugh. "lets just get back, and get a long night rest." she said and he nodded, helping her into the bentley. marco walked out, and jogged over to the car after paying the bill. "all good?" she questioned as he sat next to her. he nodded, and gio started the ride to the other end of the city. back at the garrison, they shut it down and had a family meeting. they had no idea who these three were but from the looks of it (and sound) they were american, entitled and, had money. loads of it. marco threw down a 100 dollar bill and walked out. they were all curious on where they got that money from. - - "when she had the whiskey...it was like something snapped in her. like she was appalled and disgusted by it being Irish." grace said to the group who just nodded. "let me call my contact in london and see if he knows anything." tommy said thinking. "i don't know if that's a good thing or not since lover boy here has been transfixed since she took the cigar from the dude." john joked causing michael to his cousin. the two pushed each other a few times, "oi! we are not doing anything stupid lads. hear me?" tommy said with the utmost authority. everybody nodded and they dispanded for the evening.
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bea woke up the next morning, groggy and itching to get out of the uncomfortable bed. she sighed, throwing on her silk robe and walked out into the tea room she stopped when she saw marco already sitting there with a newspaper and coffee. "coffee?" she questioned and he nodded, smirking as he knew her love and adoration for the dark drink. "i thought they only had tea here." she said remembering how worried she was of not getting caffeine overseas. "do you think your brother would send you some place without coffee? god bless that place if he did." he teased and she rolled her eyes, pulling up her feet to sit pretzel-styled. she sipped her coffee in peace, as she felt marco staring. "listen bud, you cant keep looking at me and not expect me to hit you." she teased, opening one eye and catching his. "does...does gio suspect anything?" macro asked after a minute had passed. she shrugged, "if he did, as ironic as it is he is too much of a gentleman to say a word. especially to al or frank." she said and he nodded. "he just wants me to be happy, that's all. i mean we've always seen each other as siblings so i trust him in that regards to not fuck up my life." she breathed. marco leaned across and took hold of one of her hands and brought it in his, and she smiled down at it. during her 23 years on this earth, al and frank had had a way with whom she liked. through small acts of behavior (not always violence), words that haunted the men she went out on dates with, and the promise that they'd ruin their lives if they hurt bea. she wanted this thing to be strong with marco before she went and told her brothers because she knew if she did not do it at the right moment; their relationship would be history and she'd be back in her ivory tower. never able to leave.
they unclasped their hands as they heard gio's door open, and bea eyed her cousin as he poured a cup of coffee for himself. "yknow if you all want privacy just tell me, i will sleep outside." he said and she nearly spit her coffee out. "excuse me?" she said eyeing her cousin, wide-eyed now. "if you want some time together, let me know so i don't have to blow my brains out." he said non chalantly. marco just laughed and bea rolled her eyes; cringing. "come on, i'm not an idiot." he paused as bea laughed loudly. "ok maybe i am just a bit but I've been with you two for what, 2 weeks now? i know y'all have a thing, just don't hurt her or i swear to god." he said turning to macro seriously. bea tried to hide her blushing and face behind her hands before macro pulled them away and kissed her proudly. "oh god." she said pushing him away, teasingly. "leave me alone!" she said hopping up and jogging away from marco. she left the two there and decided she might as well dress before going to the seamstress she'd planned to get information from. she put on her light purple dress, with her iconic black wool coat tied together with a gold bag. "boys, are you ready yet?" she asked as she walked into the tea room. the two nodded walking out, with marco smiling widely as he looked at her. "no no, we have to go." she said walking out of the large hotel suite with gio.
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bea stood in the middle of the room with the seamstress, polly she had been told was her name. "so where does one yank like you, come from?" polly asked and bea smiled, "a far, far place from here." bea said not wanting to reveal too much. "you have a accent i cant quite decipher." polly said wanting to know more. bea knew what she was getting at, "i am originally from new york so you could say i picked up the accent there." she said acting as if she was dumb. cheeky girl, polly thought. "are you the only child?" polly asked looking up at bea. she sensed a change in the young blonde. "sometimes i feel as though i am, and other times i wish i were." bea said somewhat sadly before perking up again. she loved her brothers, but what they were doing was not for the faint of heart. her family had been torn apart when al took her and frank to chicago, and never allowed her to look back. he wanted to give her everything their parents could never give. he wanted to keep her safe from the hands of those that just wanted to take advantage of her and get even with her brothers. it had its obvious drawbacks, isolation, anxiety, and brothers who were gone more often than not. "so how did a flower like you end up here?" she questioned bea. bea cleared her throat, "a new beginning, a place to make a name for myself." and my family she did not say. after this 'operation' she'd have a bigger role back in chicago and that meant she could possibly start her new life and role in los angeles, like she'd always yearned for. bea eyed herself in the mirror, throwing the infamous capone glare through the mirror at herself.
awhile later, she was walking out of pollys shop. she thanked polly and told her that one of her two men would be around to get her outfits the following week. "have a wonderful afternoon." bea said respectfully before turning around to marco and gio. she heard some laughing coming from her right, and saw two guys she had seen last night. the one's that had laughed after she hit gio in the back of the head. "lets get going." marco said taking her hand and helping her in the car. michael and arthur eyed the three as they got in and drove off. they quickly walked into pol's to get information. "she didn't say much, i know there's more there." she said taking a long breathe of the cigarette. "you tellin tommy?" arthur asked and polly looked at him like he was dumb. "shes a peculiar yank sounds Italian- immigrated Italian." polly said and the two boys nodded. "and we all know where the italians went." she said referencing ellis island in new york. "well if she's Italian we ought to get rid of her right?"arthur said and polly shrugged. "she may not be a threat but tommy will make that decision." polly said walking towards the back.
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marco walked in with bea as gio pushed them out the door, saying they needed a proper date. so the two walked into an upscale restaurant, and as soon as they did people look towards them speaking in hushed tones. the host walked them to their table which was conveniently located to the right of the shelbys table. with michael and tommy having a clear view of them. the waiter walked up with water and asked them for drinks, "may we have a bottle of your finest champagne?" marco asked. "any special occasion?" the waiter asked and the two looked at one another unsure of what to say, "first date." marco sheepishly said causing bea to blush. "congratulations, i will be right back!" the waiter said and bea tapped her hand against his, and he just laughed in response. she shrugged off her coat and the waiter came back in time to take it from her. "thankyou." she said and she took the champagne fluke in exchange, hitting hers with his. "here's to freedom!" he said softly, "here's to taking chances." she smiled and they sipped their bubbly drink. "what did the guy say in london?" she questioned and marco set his fluke down. "just said that he'd relay the message as soon as he could. apparently, your brother left the city." he said and her eyes widened. "seriously?" she questioned and he nodded. "didn't he i don't know just get it?" she whispered, referencing the position he just made on a situation on the northside of chicago. the irish land. she sighed, rolling her eyes. "he's gonna get himself killed, marco. fucking Irish are going to kill him." she said worrying. the tensions between the southside and northside at the moment were tense. everyday there was a threat that the Irish gang was going to storm their humble abode and shoot him in the night. al even feared it at times, though would then drown himself with alcohol and cigars. marco took hold of her hand and rubbed her thumb, "if anybody can escape death its your brother." he said knowingly, but it still didn't make her feel better. she turned to look to the right of her and saw the group from last night. as well as the woman from that afternoon.
she looked back towards marco and pulled her hand away from his, feeling nervous. "marco- I'm about to start speaking in Italian." she said and he was confused. "there's people listening to us." she said, and he knew who it was. "that woman i was with today is at their table." bea added and marco nodded. "is it true, he's sending more men this way from london?" she questioned marco and marco nodded. her brothers were sending trucks of men to help out this operation and keep her safe. she sat back in her seat, trying to figure out what to say next. she had a lot on her mind, like they had been since al pushed her into this operation. "he's going to be the death of me, marco. the death of me." she said in english, sighing as she did so. the two spent the rest of the evening talking about anything but al and the family business. marco also told her that he'd be visiting poland in the upcoming weeks after new years to talk to some vodka people out there. she did not like hearing that but she knew he had no choice, what al says; goes.
later on in the evening, as the two were just finishing their meals the waiter came over with two glasses of pure irish whiskey. their eyebrows knit in confusion until he pointed over towards the group of shelbys. tommy raised his glass of whiskey ever so slightly, staring at the young capone. she gave him her fake and famous beatrice capone smile. the one that dazzled everyone she came in contact with. tommy's heart raced. she chugged it down in one go, setting it back down and then looking towards the shelbys once more. she smiled, before standing back up and taking her coat from the waiter. "thankyou." she said before marco followed her out with a hand on her back.
"fucking italian scum." tommy thought, downing the rest of his whiskey.
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it was two days later when anybody saw the young capone on the streets, after the trucks of men came through she would be able to start the operation. she had eyes and ears in factories, distillaries and pretty much all business across the city. beatrice and gio were walking down the street, minding their business as they were not too far from the cafe they had heard served coffee. just her luck, her hat flew off behind her as a huge gush of cold air hit the two midwesterners. she cursed loudly before turning around to come eye to eye with a blue eyed man. her blue eyes pierced into his soul, like he was made of glass. gio didn't like them staring at one another, so he snatched her hat from the hands of a peaky blinder. bea raised her hand and gio flinched. she snatched her hat back, and gio sighed walking a few feet away. she watched him until he was at a certain length and she turned back to the nicely dressed blue eyed man. "thankyou, for getting my hat. i apologize about my cousin. he's a menace to society." she said tucking some hair behind her ear. he waved him off, "the names michael gray." he said holding out his hand. she eyed him curiously before shaking his, "bee monroe." she said giving him a childhood nickname and her alias. "bee." he said almost mesmerized. she took her hand away and slipped her hat back on, "stay warm out here. you'll catch a cold." she said a matter of factly before smiling and walking towards her cousin. tommy stood there watching them walk into the cafe before heading off to pol's house.
"i got her name!" michael said walking into the house, not realizing tommy was there with arthur. tommy quirked an eyebrow, "her name is bee." michael said and arthur sighed. "first name, last name michael. we've been over this how many times?" arthur said as john laughed from the kitchen. tommy sat their drinking his earl grey tea. "no no arthur, bee is good. beatrice is her name." he said. "beatrice is her first name, shes called bea or bee though." tommy said confirming what he overheard at dinner the two nights before and at the bar. whoever she was with called her those three names. "she was with her cousin but she didn't say his name." michael added and tommy nodded. "are we gonna talk about this or the number of guys that just so happened to show up when she did?" arthur questioned and tommy sighed. "i was just getting to that." he said tensely. "apparently the woman you fancy, has an ulterior motive to being here and of course we are going to get to the bottom of it." arthur explained and tommy tensed softly. he had a sneaky suspicion on why she was here but there was seriously no way she'd be involved in something sketchy. "i know what your thinking michael, its true. my contact in london already confirming." tommy said setting his now empty tea cup down, trying to convince himself. "oi sit down and no more business talk!" polly said coming in and shoving her son towards the empty seat.
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bea and gio sat across from each other in the cafe, laughing and chatting about life and childhood memories. the two hadn't had some time with each other in months, with all the running around gio was doing for her brothers. "please tell me that one day you'll get out." she said seriously swirling her coffee. he sighed, "gio please." she said leaning forward and grabbing his hand. "you know your mother would have wanted that for you. to make a life of your own, away from the capones." she said softly and he nodded. "i know i know, once this job is over I'm gone. i'm heading someplace warm." he smiled and that made bea happy. she took her hand away and looked down and that's when she heard shouting. but not directed towards her but a group of men were going in on one of her men that her brother hired. her head shot up, looking at gio. "lets go!"" gio" he said not wanting to be caught in the middle of this. gio took ahold of bea's hand and they ran off the way the way they had come from. shots rang out and that made bea stop in her tracks. "bea we have to go, they cant know." gio said grabbing and then pulling her further and further towards the hotel. the guys that shot her men walked out and shot twice into the air, causing bea and others to scream. the two continued to run, their hearts beating fast. the shelbys heard the gunshot down the road and they stood up. they came outside after the next two rang out. bea and gio continued to walk back towards the hotel along with other patrons, with bea panicking at the situation. gio had an arm around her middle back, pushing her to keep walking. tommy walked out in front of pol's residence and just as luck would have it, bea and gio walking past. bea held onto gio, shaken.
out of all the years she worked with her brothers, she'd never been remotely close to the scene of the crime after she witnessed one back on new york. they made very sure to keep her away. tommy caught eye of the girl and watched as she walked with her cousin. polly eyed him from behind, smirking just a little bit. tommy of course then going into cleanup mode. as soon as gio and bea made it back to the hotel, she clung to marco with gio explaining what had happened. marco and her laid in her bed, as he rubbed her back trying to soothe her thoughts as she stared at the dresser. gio sent word back through a trusted wales associate. bea could not fathom how her brothers could live this life and continue to go on like nothing happened. bea turned towards marco and cuddled into him, unsure if she could leave his side again in brimingham.
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i know i know, there was not a lot but this is just setting up the tension and high stakes !!!
#michael gray#peaky blinders#tommy shelby#polly gray#arthur gray#al capone#michael gray x oc#john shelby#Tommy Shelby x oc#Tommy Shelby fic#Thomas Shelby#Thomas Shelby x oc#Thomas Shelby fic
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Also thank you liking my black wizards ideas, almost like you can do black peoples using magic without a victim complex
Okay Harry Potter explains why the Wizarding world isn’t in control because muggles would be over reliant on them
Also…the historical witches, actually Assassin Creed is going to have a gaming that under the working title Codename Hexe(witch in German) and people figured out it going to take place during the 16 century Holy Roman Empire with the Wuzburg trials most likely being the main focus
But what I been reading up, it’s a dark af event in European history to the point I can see the game heavily using survival horror aspects
Sorry but black people have magic but are still subvert to white people?
Hmm who was the commander in chief white generals had to listen to from 2008-16 again?
But I just thought about those black martial artists from the 70’s settle down and having kids so in modern times a lot of black wizards their kids or grandkids gender the rise of martial art magic
But here something I did for free?
Welcome to the American society of magical wizards we have:
The East Coast black wizards who most classic European wizards, well beside the creepy lovecraft ones
The black druids (representing the intermingling of Irish and black people)
The midwestern who will use their wind power to blow your ass all the way to Oz (I live in the Chicago are)
The southerners who love to do voodoo shit-Ow! Which one of you made a doll of me?!
The Texas warthogs will go in gun blazing and release hell wort hogs on your ass
The African immigrants wizards that avoid us like a plague a lot
The random Afro Latinos who should be with the other Latino wizards but the council are too dense to realize that
Oh there the black Jews, uuuh, sorry Jewish people I’m not trying to be offensive but I was think about Jewish wizards able to make golems or have similar powers to Moses
And the urbanites who are very trigger happy, though a lot of them are Asian mixed so they magical arts
But I was also thinking the black wizards who use staff have beautiful age colorful robes or the midwestern ones like to where 19 century outfits or even 1920’s Al Capone outfits
Man there a lot of black magic you can do if you don’t have a victim complex up your ass!
Also thank you liking my black wizards ideas, almost like you can do black peoples using magic without a victim complex
I like seeing things that people are passionate about, I get 2nd hand excitement/serotonin/endorphins.
Also…the historical witches, actually Assassin Creed is going to have a gaming that under the working title Codename Hexe(witch in German) and people figured out it going to take place during the 16 century Holy Roman Empire with the Wuzburg trials most likely being the main focus
But what I been reading up, it’s a dark af event in European history to the point I can see the game heavily using survival horror aspects
Ohhh fun.
Sorry but black people have magic but are still subvert to white people?
That's also a question that gets asked when the whole black supremacy thing gets kicking in to full gear, if you were so technologically advanced and are the smartest and strongest group of people in the world explain, well explain.
Yakub (Nation of Islam)
That's as close as they get to explaining it, if you don't know short version is he's the Biblical Jacob, who was a scientist who was expelled and for revenge he made white people to rule over black people.
Incredibly condensed version, if you don't know their deal quick skim on that wiki article may give you a headache.
Hmm who was the commander in chief white generals had to listen to from 2008-16 again?
I had more than one person call him a 'half breed abomination' and they weren't white people saying it.
But I just thought about those black martial artists from the 70’s settle down and having kids so in modern times a lot of black wizards their kids or grandkids gender the rise of martial art magic
Dolemite, Shaft, and Black Dynamite at the retirement dojo. Lookin like Black Cobra Kai.
The East Coast black wizards who most classic European wizards, well beside the creepy lovecraft ones
The black druids (representing the intermingling of Irish and black people)
The midwestern who will use their wind power to blow your ass all the way to Oz (I live in the Chicago are)
ECT.....
Those are good and I don't think the golem thing would upset anyone that matters, so long as you were respectful about it just like if you do voodoo or anything else culturally significant.
But I was also thinking the black wizards who use staff have beautiful age colorful robes or the midwestern ones like to where 19 century outfits or even 1920’s Al Capone outfits
Do 70's Chicago pimp instead, lmao, that'd be for one of the houses, some could dress up like Cab Calloway.
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Man there a lot of black magic you can do if you don’t have a victim complex up your ass!
Ya, wild that isn't it.
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Your mw please?
halsey, madison beer, ashley benson, troian bellisario, ian harding, jeremy allen white, jonathan daviss, karen fukuhara, tomer capone, zendaya, jacob elordi, austin butler, aj michalka, chris hemsworth, liam hemsworth, brie larson, ben barnes, zachary quinto, tom holland, carlacia grant, nick zano, holland roden, britt robertson, zoe kravitz, zoey deutch, sophia bush, jeffery dean mmorgan,jennifer lawrence, dove cameron, cody fern, sofia carson, maddie phillips, ross butler, kelsea ballerini, megan thee stallion, colton haynes, riley keogh, sam claflin, florence pugh, and charles melton all come to mind. what about you, members?
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@containatrocity / closed starter / absinthe capone
setting: middle of town
Almost every morning now, Jacob found himself constantly walking the length of the crack in the middle of town on his way to the church. There was more than one thing quite ominous about it and at the moment, it left him with an incredible pit in his stomach.
He bent down today, taking note of what he could see, and so transfixed as he was, trying to observe details, he had hardly even noticed there was another person there with him.
"Oh, j--" He clutched his chest, sitting down so he wouldn't accidentally fall right in. That was when the laugh started breathlessly out of him. "Absinthe, you scared me. Was I really staring down there for that long?"
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The Final Takeover - Part Five
Annie had a spring in her step as she made her way through the Cicero streets. She glanced at the former headquarters of the FBI and remembered the previous week’s massacre there that had made headlines not just in America, but even across the world according to some people she had talked to. The death of Mr Hoover had decimated the FBI and they would not be able to rebuild their operations any time soon.
The women had benefited but Annie had also noticed that the Cicero gang was becoming more blatant in its dealings too. Every evening she might spy a gangster holding a Tommy gun. Some were trying to threaten businesses into paying greater extortion fees. Without the FBI, Capone had decided to try and increase his grip on the city.
“Don’t be concerned” Helen had told Annie when she told her these things, “the more they move in the open, the easier targets they will become”. The previous week had seen Annie not perform any more hits, and Helen’s groups had become more quiet. Tonight though, that would change.
She entered a small clothing shop and smiled at the owner briefly before making her way through the storeroom and down a flight of stairs to a basement area. Underneath the store was a nice little office area that Helen would use sometimes and she was here today along with Suzy, Nellie and Ruth.
“Ah Annie, just in time” Helen said, welcoming her in with a kiss on the cheek, “I was just giving you your assignments. Suzy is going after Malone, Nellie, on Maxy Jacobs and the distillery, Annie, Ruth, I want you to disrupt the meeting between Frank Nitti and Michael Bell”.
Annie celebrated in her head. It was the job she wanted and to do it with her lover and partner Ruth would be a special moment. Frank Nitti was a crime boss for his own region of Cicero but had recently allied himself to Capone when many of his lieutenants had been wiped out by Helen and her gang. The man he was meeting, Michael Bell, was Cicero’s top property developer. There was a saying in the city that if you could see it on the skyline from the lake, Michael Bell had built it. “Where are they going to be?” she asked Helen.
“They will be meeting at the Grand Tower” Helen told her. “This evening, at nine pm. From what my informants tell me, Nitti is trying to get Bell to complete construction earlier so Capone can get his money in. The workers are on site almost 24 hours a day at present. What do you say we give them a break?” she said cruelly.
“Oh yeah, a nice permanent break” Annie agreed, chuckling. The Grand Tower would be an epic location for the hit. It was already Cicero’s tallest building despite still not being completely finished. Capone had been involved in the financing of it, and would reap the rewards of its construction when finished as he had from other projects with Michael Bell.
“Good” Helen said, “tonight ladies we show the city that Capone is not the one to fear, it is us. With the FBI gone, we will be the new power in the city. Now go, assemble your teams and make every bullet count”.
“Yes boss!” the four women said, and Annie and Ruth walked out of the shop, hand in hand, already talking about who they wanted to join them on this murderous exhibition.
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“We’re almost there” Ruth said as she sped through the streets of Cicero towards downtown. It had just turned 9pm and Annie knew that now would be the right time to strike. Nitti, his goons and Bell would all be at the Grand Tower’s construction site, doubtless meeting on a high floor in the building to try and impress each other with their power.
Annie looked at her Tommy gun, Ruth, and then to Daisy and Eva in the back. This was the only true power she knew you needed. A well-organised group and a clean submachine gun. They were all dressed in their pinstriped suits with their fedoras on and looked like the soldiers that they were. She knew Jane and a couple of other women would be driving to the site too. There were two entrances, and they planned to seal both off to create a killing zone in the centre. They would work their way up the tower, floor by floor, shooting everyone in sight. There would be some danger from the gangsters that Frank Nitti would have brought with him but most of the workers would just be sheep ready to be slaughtered.
“Get ready” Annie instructed the women in the back. There would be no need for subtlety here. The cops were unlikely to come and help, most officers finding themselves too sick to walk the beat after seeing what happened to the FBI. Daisy and Eva wound down their windows from the back of the car as Ruth turned a corner to the entrance of the Grand Tower construction. There were two men in long coats trying to disguise their small Tommy guns outside it. Ruth sped up the car as they approached the two men and Annie leaned out of the window with her gun.
She fired as they approached the men, as did Eva and Daisy. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The men had no time to react before they had been lit up by the rapid fire of bullets. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. They cried out in pain and Ruth stopped the car as their bodies fell to the floor and the four women clambered out of the car and went towards the tower construction. It was an impressive building, the bottom already bricked up with glass windows whereas the upper floors were still being built, a mass of concrete floors and steel framed bars. Annie tried to ignore its impressive beauty. Around the top were cranes designed to lift up the remaining materials.
“Make the most of your ammo” Annie instructed her team. “We want some spare for the top when we find these assholes”. Daisy and Eva nodded. They walked towards the buildings concrete entrance and as they did so, a man came out towards them, perhaps unsure what was happening. He wore blue construction overalls and a flat cap. He shone a torch towards the women. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Annie gave him a slug of bullets into his chest and he fell back. She walked over his body and aimed at his head. BAM-BAM. She gave a quick tap of the trigger and put neat holes in his head. “Like that” she said, smiling at the other women who chuckled.
The inside of the building was still being decorated but there was already a couple of marble columns in the entrance hall. Inside were two men in shirts sharing a cigarette together and looking bored. They turned towards the women but this time it was Ruth and Daisy who opened fire. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM, BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. They dispatched the two men and Annie looked at their contorted bodies. Both had pistols tucked into their waistbands. She shook her head and hoped the bodyguards upstairs might have a little more respect for their prowess and have proper submachine guns.
The door behind them opened and in walked Jane and Jackie, two of the newer recruits, both wearing their pinstriped uniforms and carrying their Tommy guns. “You two stay down here” she instructed them, “anyone who isn’t us comes down in one of these damn elevators, you waste them. No mercy. No survivors”.
Jackie and Jane both smiled. Their instructions were clear as day and they both seemed to be secretly hoping that some men would make it past the women and try to get out, only to be gunned down by them.
Annie looked at the elevator shaft in the building. There was only a crude metal structure inside but it would hold her, Ruth, Eva and Daisy as they made their way up the building towards the top floors. That would be where most of the remaining workers, bodyguards and of course, Nitti and Bell would be. They all stepped in and began their ascent slowly, Daisy and Ruth keeping their guns at the ready, looking for anyone to pounce on at any floor. They passed completed floors, eventually reaching the 25th in the building.
They were luckier here. Annie stopped the lift when they saw eight workers on the floor, still constructing in the evening, joining strips of steel or putting glass into the windows. “All yours Daisy” Annie said and the blonde stepped out of the elevator with her Tommy gun pointing from her waist.
A couple of the men turned round and one started to say “Hey!” as they saw her but it was too late. She opened fire. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Annie watched proudly as Daisy swung her gun around the room, firing at everyone in sight. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. A few arched swings with the weapon was enough and soon the eight workers were all dead.
“Mmm, that’s nice to watch” Ruth said, turning and grinning at Annie. She was right, Annie thought. She had as much pleasure watching their proteges from other cities becoming bloodthirsty killers as she did from pulling the trigger herself.
Daisy was walking around the room, checking the bodies before she looked to the staircase being built to connect all the floors. She pointed her gun towards it and began to walk up while Annie got the elevator moving again. She continued up to the 30th. They passed a couple of workers looking around who had evidently heard the shots but left them for Daisy. Sure enough, there was the occasional faint burst of BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM from her Tommy gun as Daisy made her way up.
Eva got out of the construction elevator on the 30th floor and finding nobody, began walking up the stairs to the next one. Annie started the elevator but immediately heard the BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM sound of Eva’s Tommy gun firing. As they rose up to the floor she saw Eva had stumbled onto four workers in overalls and was giving them their payment for the day in lead. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The former gangster’s wife looked happy to be doing some slaughtering of her own.
Annie and Ruth continued up in the elevator all the way to the 36th floor. There were only a few more above them with floors in but they finally saw someone who was not a worker. A man in a suit stood on a concrete floor, smoking with his Tommy gun by his side. The air whistled on this floor as there were no windows in place and there was exposed steel everywhere. He was looking at the other workers on the floor. There were a couple of dozen, hammering nails and rivets into the steel or putting up walls and the man seemed to be overseeing them.
“This is our stop” Annie said to Ruth, “time for us to go to work”
“And for us to help them poor bastards stop!” Ruth joked. Annie looked into her partner’s eyes. They shared a quick kiss before getting out of the elevator. Annie took aim towards the gangster and whistled. He turned away from the workers towards her and she opened fire. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She pummelled his chest before he had a chance to raise his gun and he dropped it.
Around him, the workers looked around with frightened faces but both women were ready for them. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. They both opened fire, hitting as many men as they could in a single volley. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. They kept their fingers on the trigger as they swept the room, massacring the workers. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Eventually their guns ran dry and Annie took a second to appreciate the mass of bodies at strange angles, all full of bullet holes.
They both changed to a new 100-bullet magazine and Annie began their ascent up the stairs. She bounded up them in time to see two gangsters running the other way with their Tommy guns from the floor above. She spun and gained her balance to aim at them before they could see her. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She hosed them down with a rapid fire they could not compete with. Their grey suits became a mess of bullet holes and red marks from their wounds.
BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She added some further shots to make sure. “Shit boss, we got to run!” she heard a panicked voice say from above them, so she shot up towards the floor above her. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. That would force them to go higher and she changed her magazine again.
She covered Ruth as Ruth went up the next stairs before joining her. Ruth had her weapon pointed at three workers with their hands held high. “Haha, surrender!” Ruth chuckled at the three men. “There’s only one form of surrender we accept”. She opened fire. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The men were cut down and Annie grinned. She loved to see Ruth being so ruthless. It was the adjective she was born for.
Ruth finished her slaughter before covering Annie as she went up the next stairs. She could hear shouting above her, presumably as Michael Bell and Frank Nitti tried to formulate a plan to defend themselves. She turned on to the floor and saw another man in a suit with a pistol in his hand. He was also holding a worker with his arms. “Stop! Stop or I’ll shoot this man!”.
Annie smirked before raising her gun. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. She gave a volley into the chest of the man and the gangster, her bullets piercing them both and they both shouted in pain as they fell over, bleeding and dying. A noise above her made her spin and Annie saw about a dozen more men in overalls rushing towards her from the floor above.
She still had plenty of bullets in her magazine thanks to its enlarged size so she turned and opened fire. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Ruth appeared by her side and joined the shooting. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The staircase began to be littered with bodies as they were all cut down before they could reach the women.
One or two towards the back of the pack began to turn and run. Annie and Ruth turned their guns towards them to make sure there was no escape. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. They finished the killing spree and changed their magazines again.
Annie could feel the cold air whistling through the floors and in her hair. They were near the top of the building that still had floors. She heard the noise of the elevator rumbling behind her and turned towards it, gun high, but then smiled as she saw Eva and Daisy joining them.
There was shouting from the floor above and Annie guessed that Nitti and Bell would be arranging their guards to make a last stand. She formulated a plan quickly. “Go in the elevator whilst we go for the stairs” she said to Daisy and Eva, “simple crossfire”. The women nodded and returned to the elevator whilst Ruth walked to Annie’s side.
“Ready for this?” Ruth asked her quietly.
“With you by my side, always” Annie said. They shared a passionate kiss and then made their way up the stairs. As soon as they reached the top, they both ducked down, hiding behind concrete pillars as BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM, Nitti’s remaining goons fired on them. There seemed to be four of them, all firing wildly. Annie remained patient and grinned towards Ruth. Their Tommy guns still had more ammo to fire.
The firing of Nitti’s men stopped and Annie and Ruth swung round from their positions. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The gangsters dropped behind some tables and concrete but the elevator arrived at the floor with Eva and Daisy and the men realised the trap too late. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. Daisy and Eva slaughtered them as they sheltered, laughing as they did so.
BAM, BAM, BAM. Three shots from the floor above made all the women duck. “Come and get me you fucking whores!” the deep voice of Frank Nitti boomed. “Come on!”. He fired some more as he ran towards the stairs. BAM, BAM, BAM. “Whores!” he shouted again.
Annie ducked low and rolled on the ground, quickly finding her aim and firing BAM-BAM towards Nitti’s exposed leg on the stairs. He shouted in pain and she knew her shots had been successful. “Fuck, fuck!” Nitti called as he ran upwards.
“You good?” Ruth said, helping Annie off the floor.
“Oh yeah” Annie said. “Let’s go finish this son of a bitch”.
The women regrouped by the stairs and made their way up. The sound of the wind grew stronger. They were looking up towards the clouds over the city and the howl of the Cicero wind at times was deafening. There was nowhere else to go for Frank Nitti and Michael Bell. Bell was dressed in a smart suit and raised his hands in surrender whilst Frank Nitti cradled his injured leg. His hand was shaking as he raised the pistol in his hands.
BAM-BAM. Annie took a careful aim and shot at his arm. Nitti cried in pain and dropped the gun. Bell continued to surrender. The four women walked towards the two men, forcing them backwards towards the ledge of the concrete floor.
“What do you want?” Bell spoke, looking nervously around, “please, let’s make a deal. You’re Helen’s gang yes? I can be useful to you, very useful”.
“Fuckin’ rat” Nitti said, looking at Bell, “fuckin’ sell out”.
“Please” Bell continued, “let me live and I’ll make you the richest gang in the city, no, the whole damn world!”.
Annie chuckled. She looked round at Ruth, Daisy and Eva. “Ladies, do you think we need these men to get us rich?”.
“The only currency I need is more bullets” Ruth replied loudly, “and luckily we’ve still got a lot of those!”.
“No, no!” Bell shouted.
“Ladies, time to make these two assholes go over the ledge!” Annie shouted. She pressed the trigger on her Tommy gun. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. The four women pummelled the two men in the guts, making them stumble backwards. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. They used the angle of the guns to keep their targets upright. They began writhing and going backwards, taking steps involuntarily backwards. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. They continued to rip into the men until finally…BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM….the two men both toppled off the edge of the Grand Tower, shouting in pain and fear as they fell nearly forty stories to the site below.
Ruth turned to Annie and they shared a passionate embrace. Annie couldn’t wait to get Ruth home and spend the night with her making love as was their custom after a night of slaughter. They descended in the elevator and found Jackie and Jane at the bottom, with three bodies of workers by them who they had gunned down.
“We saw the bodies fall to the ground” Jackie said, “it looked epic!”
Annie smiled. It was epic and the symbolism of two powerful men being gunned off a building would send a shudder around all of Capone’s remaining allies. They ran back to their cars and got in, driving away from the Grand Tower. For the second time, there would be another building on the Cicero skyline to remind the city about what happened when you defied Helen Monroe and as the skyline grew, the number of enemies would be constantly falling.
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UK Government Security Minister speech on fraud and AI
This is a transcript of the speech, exactly as it was delivered on 31st October 2023 by The Rt Hon Tom Tugendhat MBE VR MP
It’s an enormous pleasure to be with you and I’m very grateful to be back at RUSI.
I gave my first foreign policy speech when I took over the Chairmanship of the Foreign Affairs Committee here.
I know RUSI’s vision has always been to inform, influence and enhance public debate to help build a safer and more stable world.
The mission has endured for 200 or so years now. The mission has not changed but the medium has.
Today the range of challenges we face has never been greater.
So it’s right that here, at the home of strategic thinking, we’re gathering to build on the foundations of those who shaped our security in the generations before us to make sure that endures for the generations to come.
So a profound thanks to our hosts, and also to you all, for being here on the eve of the first major global summit on AI security.
As with the summit itself, we have representatives here from government, from industry, from civil society, academia, and law enforcement.
Whatever your profession, whatever sector you represent, you are here because we need you.
Because we need each other.
Like so many areas of my responsibility, the government cannot do this alone.
Our role in government is to understand the threats that we face and target resources, helping others to come together and meet our challenges in the most effective way possible.
You can tell a lot about a government from the operating system they build for society.
Some countries build a system that are designed to control.
Other build a system designed to exploit.
Here in the UK we build systems that are designed to liberate.
To free individual aspiration and creativity for the benefit of all.
And that’s what security means to me.
It’s not a means of closing things down.
It’s about creating the conditions required to open up a society.
A safe environment in which ideas can take root, and opportunity is available to all.
That’s why we need to get this right.
Because technology as transformative as AI will touch every part of our society.
If we succeed, hardworking families up and down the country will reap the benefits.
If we don’t we will all pay the price.
The stakes are very high, but coming together today, in this way today sends the right message.
There are two core themes for the programme today. They come from different eras.
The first is fraud, which in its various guises, is as old as crime itself.
When Jacob stole Esau’s inheritance by passing himself off as his brother, that was perhaps the first description of fraud in the Bible.
The first record of fraud actually is possibly older, it dates from a fraud case related to copper ingots and is recorded 4000 years in Babylon.
The last time I spoke about Babylon in RUSI I was in uniform describing how I was one of many armies to have camped under its walls.
The challenges posed by Artificial Intelligence are comparatively new.
Its democratisation will bring about astonishing opportunities for us all.
Sadly that includes criminals.
We know that bad actors are quick to adopt new technologies.
Unchecked, AI has the power to bring about a new age of crime.
Already we’re seeing large language models being marketed for nefarious purposes.
One chatbot being sold on the darkweb - FraudGPT - claims to be able to draft realistic phishing emails:
mimicking the format used by your bank, and even suggesting the best place to insert malicious links.
That doesn’t just have implications for the realism of scams.
It has huge implications for their scale as well.
I don’t want to be in a situation where individuals can leverage similar technologies to pull off sophisticated scams at the scale of organised criminal gangs.
We don’t want to find the Artful Dodger has coded up into Al Capone.
At a fundamental level, fraudsters try to erase the boundary between what’s real and what’s fake.
Until relatively recently, that was a theoretical risk.
It wasn’t so long ago that I believed I was immune to being fooled online.
That is, until I saw a viral picture of the Pope in a coat.
Not just any coat.
A fashionable puffer jacket that wouldn’t look out of place on the runway in Paris.
One that my wife assured me was ‘on trend’.
I quickly forgot about it.
That is, until I learned that that image wasn’t actually of the Pope at all.
It was created on Midjourney. Using AI.
On the one hand it was a harmless gag, Pope Francis had never looked better.
On the other hand, it left me deeply uneasy.
If someone so instantly recognisable as the Holy Father could be wholly faked, what about the rest of us?
The recent Slovakian elections showed us how this could work in practice.
Deepfake audio was released in the run up to polling day.
It purported to show a prominent politician discussing how to rig the vote.
The clip was heard by hundreds of thousands of individuals.
Who knows how many votes it changed - or how many were convinced not to vote at all.
This is of course an example of a very specific type of fraud.
But all fraudsters blur the boundary between fact and fiction.
They warp the nature of reality.
It does not take a massive leap of imagination to see the implications of that in the fraud space.
Thankfully, relatively few AI-powered scams have come to light so far.
However, the ones that have highlight the potential of AI to be used by criminals to defraud people of their hard-earned cash.
The risks to citizens, businesses and our collective security are clear.
A few lines of code can act like Miracle Gro on crime, and the global cost of fraud is already estimated to be in the trillions.
In the United Kingdom, fraud accounts for around 40% of all estimated crime.
There’s an overlap with organised crime, terrorism and hostile activity from foreign states.
It is in a very real sense a threat to our national security.
But while there is undoubtedly a need to be proactive and vigilant, we need not despair.
And the wealth of talent, insight and expertise I see in front of me here gives me hope.
For the Government’s part, we are stepping up our counter-fraud efforts through the comprehensive strategy we published this summer and the work of Anthony Browne, my friend, who is the Anti-Fraud Champion.
Fraud is a growing, transnational threat, and has become a key component of organised criminality and harm in our communities. So international co-operation is essential.
That’s why the UK will host a summit in London next March to agree a co-ordinated action plan to reform the global system and respond to this growing threat.
We expect Ministers, law enforcement and intelligence agencies to attend from around the world.
The Online Safety Act which has completed its passage through Parliament and will require social media and search engine companies to take robust, proactive action to ensure users are not exposed to user-generated fraud or fraudulent advertising on their platforms.
And we are working on an Online Fraud Charter with industry that includes innovative ways for the public and private sector to work together to protect the public, reduce fraud and support victims.
This will build on the charters that are already agreed with the accountancy, banking, and telecommunications sectors to combat fraud, which have already contributed to a significant reduction in scam texts and a 13% fall in reported fraud in the last year.
New technologies don’t just bring about risk.
They create huge opportunities too.
AI is no different.
We know that the possibilities are vast, endless even.
What’s more it’s essential.
As the world grows more complex, only advanced intelligence systems can meet the task before us.
We need the AI revolution to deliver services and supply chains in an ever more globalised world.
I’m particularly interested in the question of how we can harness this new power in the public safety arena.
As we will hear shortly, AI is already driving complex approaches to manage risk, protect from harm and fight criminality.
There is a real-world benefit in combating fraud and scams, such as payment processing software that is stopping millions of scam texts from reaching potential victims.
No doubt I’ve barely scratched the surface, and there’s lots more excellent work going on.
What we absolutely have to do is break down any barriers that might exist between the different groups represented here this evening.
The only people who benefit from a misaligned, inconsistent approach are criminals, so it’s critical that we work hand in glove, across sectors and borders.
I want to come back to the point I started on.
For me AI and the security it enables is an essential part of the State’s responsibility to keep us all safe.
It’s not to increase our control.
Not to keep people in a box.
But to set people free.
We cannot eliminate risk, but we can understand it.
Using AI to map and measure today’s environment will ensure we do that.
The pursuit of progress is essential to human experience.
And the reality is that even if we wanted to, we cannot put the genie back in the bottle.
That does not mean, though, that we simply sit back and what and see what happens.
We can’t be passive in the face of this threat.
So what I want us to be thinking about is how we move forward.
Well, the way I see it there are three key questions that align to the aims of the AI Safety Summit:
- The first, how do we build safe AI models that are resilient to criminal intent?
- Second, as the vast majority of fraud starts online, how do we harness AI to ensure that harmful content is quickly identified and removed?
- And lastly, what do governments need to be doing globally to balance progress and growth with safety and security?
That’s far from an exhaustive list.
But I think by addressing these core questions we can put ourselves on the right path.
So, thank you once again for being here; thank you RUSI for hosting us, I hope you will find it a valuable exercise.
And most of all I hope we can look back and say that today was a day when we took important steps forward in our shared mission to reduce the risks and seize the opportunities associated with AI. I remain hugely optimistic, but that optimism depends on the work we do today together.
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Earl J. "Hymie" Weiss (born Henryk Wojciechowski) was born on January 25, 1898 and died on October 11, 1926. He was a Polish-American mob boss who became a leader of the Prohibition-era North Side Gang and a bitter rival of Al Capone. He was said to be "the only man Al Capone feared". Hymie Weiss became a petty criminal while still a teenager. After he knocked over a fragrance shelf during a botched burglary, police dubbed him "The Perfume Burglar". He befriended gangsters Dean O'Banion. With Weiss and George "Bugs" Moran. Dean O'Banion established the North Side Gang. Around that time Hymie started to use the name Earl. The criminal organization that his new friends founded eventually controlled bootlegging and other illicit activities in the northern part of Chicago. At that time, he was nicknamed "Hymie" and "Hymie the Pole", later in his career. Despite the "Jewish-sounding" name, he was Polish-Catholic known for carrying his gun and his rosary. During Prohibition Hymie Weiss wasthe first to coin the phrase "one way ride" when he was last seen driving off with local criminal Steve Wisniewski who had hijacked a Northside beer shipment, in July 1921. Five years later in 1926, Hymie's brother Fred was questioned about his whereabouts. He replied, "I've seen him once in twenty years...that was six years ago when he shot me." When photographers tried to snap his picture, Fred glared at them and said in a low voice, "You take a picture of me and I'll kill you." His close friend Dean O'Banion was killed inside his headquarters flower shop on November 10, 1924. Hymie Weiss succeeded him as North Side gang leader and took revenge against the Torrio-Capone Gang and the Genna Brothers. He didn't care about his own safety during the attacks because he was terminally ill with cancer. In January 1925, the North Siders shot up Al Capone's car on 55th and State St., missing Capone but wounding several members of his entourage. Later that month, Weiss, Moran, and Drucci ambushed Torrio outside his southside home, shot him several times and left him for dead. But Torrio survived and recovered in a local hospital. Shortly after this incident, Torrio relinquished control of his gang to Al Capone. After Torrio's flight to New York City, Chicago got hit with a city-wide gang war. Weiss joined his North Side Gang with the Westside O’Donnells, the Saltis-McErlane mob, and the GKW gang. In August 1926, Weiss and Drucci and their entourage were attacked by a group of Capone gunmen, including Paul Ricca, who was arrested at the scene. The gun battle took place on South Michigan Avenue, near the Standard Oil Building. The North Side Gang leaders survived the attack, reportedly due to Drucci’s personal efforts in driving off the assailants. Hymie Weiss retaliated against Capone on September 20, 1926. A procession of ten vehicles unloaded gunfire into Capone’s Hawthorne Hotel, on 22nd St. in Cicero. Over 1000 rounds were fired. Police at the time believed Weiss, Drucci, Moran, the Gusenburg brothers, and other North Siders were the gunmen in the attack. Capone was on the premises at the time of the shooting, but was able to flee out of the back of the building during the ambush. Paul Ricca, who was wounded in this attack, reportedly warned Capone and others just as the North Side convoy came down the street. Jury selection for a murder trial of Joe Saltis began on October 11, 1926. Weiss and four of his men were sighted there, with Weiss's bodyguard Sam Pellar, gangster Paddy Murray, attorney William W. O'Brien, and Benjamin Jacobs (an investigator for O'Brien). At four o'clock that afternoon, Weiss and his men left for their State Street headquarters inside Schofield's Flowers, parked their cars on Superior Street and rounded the corner to cross State when two gunmen hidden in a nearby rooming house opened fire with a submachine gun and shotgun. Weiss and Murray were fatally wounded. William O'Brien was hit four times and staggered into a nearby stairwell. At the initial sound of gunfire, a panicked Sam Pellar drew his .38 and instinctively fired a shot in the general direction of shooters. This is the bullet that unintentionally struck Weiss as he collapsed onto the sidewalk. Pellar and Jacobs, both wounded, staggered back the way they had come as bullets rained down and chipped the cornerstone of the Holy Name Cathedral directly across the street. According to the Chicago Police, Jack McGurn was behind the tommy gun that day. Sam “Golf Bag” Hunt, was supporting McGurn from a nearby building, where police found his signature golf bag with a shotgun inside it after the murder. Frank Nitti was credited with masterminding the use of the machine-gun nest in Weiss’ assassination. Hymie Weiss died on October 11, 1926 at age 28. He is buried at Mount Carmel Cemetery in Hillside, Illinois, the same place as Al Capone and Dean O'Banion. Vincent Drucci took over as leader of the North Side Gang.
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PAPER Fashion: 'Home'
"Home" is a celebratory piece about the ever-evolving merging of cultures between the South Asian community and Britain created in collaboration between creative director Rosie Bonnar and photographer Keerthana Kunnath.This community has brought its vibrant culture over to the United Kingdom in many ways. Over time, the integration of the South Asian community into the British way of life has formed its own unique hybrid identity. "Home" explores the question: What does home mean and how does it take shape? The fashion in the story includes South Asian and UK designers that reflect this cultural coming-together.Creative direction: Rosie BonnarPhotography: Keerthana KunnathDOP: Celine Hong Photography assistance: Iggy Wardrobe styling: JuanJose Mouko Nsue Makeup: Augustina ValiaugaiteHair: Terri Capon Models: Dinesh Gillela, Karanjee Gaba, Farhan Alam, Jacob Siriwardena, Kangkan Rabha Production: Tina London, Charlotte Skeate Production assistance: Jaanki MajithiaStylist assistance: Alex KimComposition: Felix Morgan
https://www.papermag.com/rosie-bonnar-keerthana-kunnath-2659282693.html
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its time for a new monthly masterlist! this will be updated regularly, and reflect the starters for the month; just in case you wanted to go back and reply to any — which will be updated, and if you wanted to reply to any of our older ones? you can check out our june masterlist here! be sure to tag any new starters with #mmstarter & mention us in the post, so we never miss it! remember to reply to other starters before posting your own — you gotta give love to get love!
JULY 25 - 31
Norman Reedus
Blake Lively
Jamie Campbell Bower
Bill Skarsgård
Austin Butler
Brittany Snow
JULY 18 - 24
Hailey Baldwin
Kendall Jenner
Kristine Froseth
Zayn Malik
Dylan O’Brien
Lili Reinhart
Misha Collins
Florence Pugh
Joe Keery
Jacob Elordi
Joseph Quinn
Hunter Schafer
Leigh-Anne Pinnock
Natalie Portman
JULY 11 - 17
Chris Hemsworth
David Habour
Naomi Scott
Finn Balor
Nicholas Gonzalez
Angelina Jolie
Helena Bonham-Carter
Sophie Turner
Cora Jade
JULY 4 - 10
Ben Barnes
Jack Quaid
Becky Lynch
JULY 1 - 3
Connor Swindells
JUNE LEFTOVERS
Tomer Capon
Ncuti Gatwa
Jamie White
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Halloween 2018 best pics pt 15.
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warnings: THIS IS AN AU. mentions of death, mentions of torture, mentions of mafias/mobs/gangs. STRICTLY 18+. MINORS DNI
'I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, the sinners are much more fun'
Some people believed that the whole mafia, gangs and mobsters died back in the 1940s, but the truth was, those monsters just went into hiding. Everything is run by the mob. The girls on the corner, the guns the cops used, the drugs in the prisons, the boxing matches on pay-per-view, sometimes, even the clothes on your back.
Most of the famous mobs had died out when Al Capone finally bit it, so did the crash of the New York Five. But between the mobsters tearing each other apart, between the shadows, two other families were building up their ranks.
The shift between the downfall of the Luciano family and the rise of the Kiszkas was easy. Nobody ever pointed a finger at a Polish man selling guns on the street corner. Kiszka didn’t sound like “Mangano” or “Gagliano” or “Bonanno”. Patrick Kiszka was a smart man, and decided to move the vast mafia playground to a quieter city that would draw less heat. He switched from bright, light, bigger city Broadway, to the Country Broadway strip.
The Kiszkas were one to be feared. Their mafia bloodline was passed down from generation to generation. The current leaders were 3 beautiful brothers and their best friend, who was basically another brother. You didn’t mess with any of them, unless you had a death wish.
Samuel, the youngest, was smart, his brain like a human computer. He was able to infiltrate government sanctions with ease. You didn’t know you were hacked until it was too late and your porn search history was blasted all over your workplace. Sam had ghosts, things that haunted him when he closed his eyes at night. He was too smart, too gentle for his own good, which caused his heart to break and his mind to be scarred.
Daniel was the muscle, and Sam’s best friend. He was slender and tall, with beautiful curly hair. He was a dark, gentle soul, who hid in the shadows. He was like a snake, letting you get close until he struck, quick and quiet. His closet was full of skeletons he was yet to bury. Sam was one of the only people in the family to know about the horrible things Daniel had done. Wherever you saw Sam, you saw Daniel, and vice versa.
Then, there were the twins. Two beautiful fuckers that could not be more different. Josh was smart (not quite as smart as Sam), and handled the money of the family. The Kiszkas were dripping with money, and probably would’ve gone broke if it wasn’t for Josh. Josh had been a part of putting the Kiszkas into a legal business, buying casinos on the Vegas Strip.
And last but not least, their fearless leader, Jacob. That fucker dripped confidence and power. He could have women pulling their panties aside with just a simple look. Even though Josh was the oldest, it just made sense that Jake was the family leader. Jake was a cocky fucker, having a painting of him in a blood red suit hanging over his desk like he was the real fucking Don Vito Corleone.
There was one crime family though, that refused to die without a fight. The Santiagos had fled New York when the FBI started rounding up all the mobsters. Don Michele Santiago was a smart bastard, and was the one who gave the heads up to the power 5 of what was to go down. Everyone thought he was just some crazy Italian and didn’t listen. They wished they’d listened when they were on the line in front of the firing squad. Michele took his wife and his sons and moved them from New York back to their small quiet town in Sicily. Michele raised his eldest son, Rafael to take over the family business when the time would come. Rafael was only 10 when they moved, but as soon as he hit 18, he was sent back over to the US to be a spy for the family. Michele Santiago and Patrick Kiszka were friends, but Michele didn’t trust the whole innocent Polish man act.
When Michele finally bit it, and Rafael took over, his wife produced him three sons and a daughter. Rafael raised his sons to be ruthless blood thirsty killers.
Paulo was the eldest, and was the golden prize in Rafael’s eyes. There was not a single thing he could do wrong. Paulo kissed his father’s ass if that meant being the heir to the whole Santiago fortune when the old bastard would finally make it to the grave.
Gianni was the middle son, and a told fucking wild card. His nickname was “X-ray”, the kid was always searching and scanning like a fucking detector. Gianni loved torture. It was his favorite past-time. Gianni was the protector of the family, putting his life on the line to protect his own blood. He had proved that he wasn’t afraid of the consequences, and wore the scars he had on his body with pride.
Narciso, just like his name would insinuate, was a self-righteous asshole. His appearance was everything, and he demanded only the best be put on his body. His wardrobe consisted of Gucci and Versace, ironically. He was smart, understanding the way business and stocks worked better than anyone in the family. He was more of a businessman than Paulo, but no no one would ever admit it. Narciso got the short end of the stick, not inheriting anything much like his brother Gianni.
Rafael never wanted a daughter, and it was clear to anyone who saw it. Y/N Santiago was a hidden gem. She was smart, drabbled in the art of torture, and dressed to impress. Rafael had a plan for her the second the doctor said it was a girl. Her life had already been decided on and she didn’t even know it. Her mother, the woman who was also a business player, knew of her daughter's fate. Marie Santiago had been the same way, being betrothed to a man she never would’ve married if it wasn’t for the family business she had learned to love.
When Y/N was a growing child, she was sent off to prep school, in hopes to teach her how to be a proper woman. Rafael wanted her far away from this life, in his mind, the less a woman knew, the better.
But his plans of keeping her away came crashing down when she had met Fransico Solano. What was supposed to be an innocent relationship turned dark and bloody, and ended up with a battered and tortured Y/N on his father’s front door. Rafael could see the end of his legacy crashing down, and knew what he had to do to help his legacy succeed and grow. Even if that meant sending his daughter across the ocean.
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