#Konstantin Lambert

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stars : Konstantin Khabenskiy and Christophe Lambert

director : Konstantin Khabenskiy (2018)

score 2.5 out of 4 stars

This was an interesting story let down by some less then great acting. Still worth the watch of you have an interested in the subject matter

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Assistir Filme Sobibor: A Revolta que Mudou os Rumos da Humanidade Online fácil

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Sobibor: A Revolta que Mudou os Rumos da Humanidade - Filmes Online Fácil

O ano de 2018 marca o 75º aniversário da fuga do Campo de Sobibor. O renomado ator russo Konstantin Khabenskiy faz o papel principal, como Alexander "Sasha" Pechersky, além de dirigir o filme. Khabenskiy disse que o filme não é uma representação documental dos eventos, mas uma "história ficcionalizada". Outro papel de destaque, é o do comandante do campo, Karl Frenzel, interpretado pelo ator Christopher Lambert.

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Blood Spatter - Part 9

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4: Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Part 8

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Angrily, Miho growled at her aggressor as she was shoved into the next room. Her confusion, fear and ire suddenly paused, however, when her eyes fell upon two figures also present. They were on their knees, their hands bound behind their backs, one with bruises all over his face – left eye swollen – the other’s face torn by bloody tears.

Sebastian.

Selina.

“What the hell is this?” Miho barked as her abductor closed the door behind him.

For a moment there was a weighty silence, with Miho seeking answers from her friends, though in their beleaguered state they were the least likely to provide them.

“Unfortunately, we couldn’t do this in a gentler manner,” the man behind her declared, looking over Miho’s shoulder at his two compatriots.

“Do what?” Miho spat. “Because kidnapping and assault aren’t exactly synonymous with gentleness.”

“Whatever they say…” Sebastian began, but his sentence was broken when he was thumped on the back of the head with the grip of a gun.

Both Miho and Selina let out cries of protest, the former starting forward, but her arm was seized once more.

“Whatever we say, ultimately you’ll have a choice,” the man told her, his gravelly voice rough against her ear. “You have a purpose far and beyond the paltry existence you’re floating aimlessly through, and we’re going to make you face it.”

“My life is mine,” Miho grated, “and it has nothing to do with them. You need to let them go, let us all go.”

The response to this statement, was the barrel of a gun pressed to the back of Sebastian’s head.

Miho’s trembling increased, and Selina let out a thick sob.

“Please,” she begged, blood dripping from the tip of her chin.

“Why?” Miho gasped. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because Vérrún’s legacy vanished hundreds of years ago in a line of impotent male children,” the woman holding the gun to Sebastian’s head answered.

Sebastian’s eyes grew wide.

“Vérrún?” he blurted, his good eye flickering to Miho. “It’s not possible. That line was cursed.”

“Freya is incapable of forgiveness?” the man sneered. “She has no sense of irony giving his gifts to the child he murdered?”

A bitter, incredulous chuckle, crackled out from between his broken lips.

“You think she’s a reincarnation?”

“Reincarnation, curse broken, it matters not,” the man asserted.  “She’s going to awaken and take up her ancestor’s mantle.”

It was clear Sebastian knew what it all meant now, as with a grimace, his focus turned to his sister.

“You can’t,” he snarled, and despite the threat of a bullet to his brain, he lunged sideways.

The force with which he was restrained should have fractured his cheekbone, his face slammed into the concrete floor and held there.

“Stop, stop it!” Miho barked, her face a snarl of viciousness. “You’re going to get nothing from me acting like savages.”

“We require your awakening regardless,” the man told her frankly, picking up a large knife from a tray behind him - a knife, perhaps closer to a machete. “Vérrún’s line has remained dormant since the beginning, but now the curse is lifted, you have the potential to be all that he was and more.”

“Still a shitty sale’s pitch,” Miho grated, teeth bared as the blade was offered to her.

“The choice before you is simple,” he told her, disregarding her commentary. “Kill the vampire and awaken, or decline, and we kill them both.”

Miho’s lungs seized up.

“Vampire?” she repeated, a cold sweat finally breaking out.

It couldn’t be Sebastian, he couldn’t have been turned or his wounds would have healed… which meant…

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Miho’s eyes fell upon Selina.

“Oh God,” she murmured, her head snapping back as the man put the knife hilt against her palm. “I will not be killing anyone.”

“Even if you do not apply the killing blow, you will still be responsible,” he pointed out. “Two, instead of one, and a fellow hunter - that would be tragic.”

“You fucking bastards!” she roared, gripping the blade, white-knuckled.

She could swing at them, but bullets moved faster.

It was impossible.

Impossible.

“I can’t kill Selina, I can’t, I can’t…”

Sebastian pleaded with her silently to do something, Selina too, but it was…

Impossible.

“You… you want me to kill a vampire? Where is the one who turned her?” she rushed desperately.

“We…”

“I’ll gladly kill that creature!” Miho declared vehemently.

How long had she been at the hospital? Selina was not a vampire when she left the club with Jazz; she could not have been turned that long ago, and it boggled Miho’s mind how quickly the world had yet again been turned on its head.

“That is not the choice before you,” the man said sternly.

“Why? Why them? You don’t need them to awaken me!” she protested, heart galloping a thunderous cadence.

The sound of gun hammers clicking caused the stampede to stumble.

“You’ll let him go?” she forced out, but the first reaction came from Sebastian, despite the cold streel against his head.

“No!” he shrieked, and on reflex Miho snapped back.

“The hell do you want me to do?” she fired, eyes burning, throat burning. "What can I do?”

“This one cannot be saved now,” the man pointed out, gesturing to Selina. “The question is only one of lesser evils.”

“The only evils here are you!” Sebastian snarled, and copped a heavy knee in the spine for his trouble. “You’re not hunters, you’re monsters!”

“Is this the moment I become a killer?” Miho wondered, as Sebastian’s shouting and Selina’s crying faded out, drowned, suffocated by gravity drawing the blade toward Selina’s neck.

“No… please…” she begs, held down by two, the man taking a handful of hair and forcing her head down. “Miho, please!”

“No matter what I do, I lose. No matter what, any innocence I have remaining will be demolished.”

“Miho, please!”

“And I’m selfish for thinking about how this will affect me. A murderer.”

Sebastian sounds like an angry bear as I ready my blade. They’ve ceased holding him at gunpoint, focusing instead on just keeping him prone, preventing him from intervening.

“I’m sorry,” Miho muttered, but it has to sound hollow to the condemned. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Again Selina howled.

Then stopped.

The blade was impossibly sharp.

The thud of a head hitting concrete, grotesque.

It rolled to the side.

Looked up at Miho in horror.

Selina’s flesh did not burst into flame or crumble to ash like she thought a dead vampire’s might; it was like any other corpse.

A corpse because Miho made her one.

There’s blood on my hands – I can’t see it, but it is most definitely there.

Why they let me go, I don’t know; maybe they wanted to see what I’d do, where I’d go, who I’d call.

My feet are moving but they have no sense of direction or destination: invisible footprints in the asphalt as deep and dark as my sin.

They released Sebastian too, but on the dark roadside before dawn, he wouldn’t meet my eyes, couldn’t.

I can’t blame him.

I killed his sister.

He told me to leave, to walk, but never said where; and I know he’s angry, and in pain, and I shouldn’t feel angry at him for responding that way - but now what?

“Do you feel different now?”

All that talk about a cursed bloodline I’m supposed to be descended from, but the only curse I know now is my reality. 

I cannot seek refuge with my best friend, a vampire who like Selina was turned. The shame alone is heavier than anything I’ve ever experienced.

I cannot run to Kiril, who made it clear the only thing that bound us was the witch’s spell now broken, regardless of whatever lingering emotions may still dwell within me.

And I cannot pretend I’m still me, or rather, I’m a different me who was - how could I not be with a conscience as stained as this?

Some part of me hopes Narumi finds me, so I can tell her everything and have it done with. Perhaps she would drag me before Kiril’s father and that would be the end of that. But I’m too stubborn to hand up my head on a silver platter, my drive to survive too strong to just roll over.

“Fuck,” I whimper, flopping down onto a park bench.

That word, however, just doesn’t cover it.

At least my head doesn’t hurt anymore.

“Ha!” I laugh aloud, alone with morning approaching.

“Caw!” a nearby crow echoes, hopping comically along the path toward him.

“Yeah?” I huff, watching as it tilts its head, observing. “If you’ve any advice… I’m…”

Thinking is one thing, but the moment I attempt to vocalise a proper sentence the words get caught up in my abject distress.

“What… SOB... do I do?”

“CAW!” the crow responds, much as I expect.

The voice that follows, I do not.

“Why might you be out here all by yourself?” Narumi asks from behind.

I might have flinched, but I’m too deep in my misery.

The bird hops up beside me, then onto Narumi’s shoulder, burrowing its beak into her hair while she moves around to face me.

“Has something happened, Miss Fujiwara?” she probes, leaning a little to study my face.

Even through the watery glaze across my eyes, I see her as different, different than the last time.

There is a bright glow in her eyes, like a cat caught in torchlight, and her hair is shiny: fine threads of polished metal.

“Are you… are you asking as a cop?” I managed, quiet and thick. “Or as Kiril’s cousin?”

Scrubbing my eyes makes room for more tears, but the lethargy of my body, the heaviness of a falling blade, has for some reason lightened. I’m on edge, furtive, noticing everything around me, and Narumi is at the centre of it all.

“For now, Kiril’s cousin,” she responds, sitting down beside me. “What has the idiot done now?”

My trembling lips betray a most inelegant splutter, a wet chortle.

“Not him,” I tell her, but I dare not reveal too  much.

So I ask a question instead.

“Have you ever killed someone?”

“Yes,” she answers, no hesitation at all. “Sometimes, criminals give you no choice.”

Maybe she knows I’m not talking about her career, maybe not.

“No choice,” I repeat, face twitching to hold back another torrent. “Sometimes, there is no right, just evil and evil and the one who perpetrates it.”

“Have you killed someone, Miho?” she inquires more gently, and I close my eyes.

“I am lost, so, so, so lost,” I weep, shaking my head. “Can’t change what I’ve done, who I’ve hurt. I’ve nowhere to go now.”

“Against my better judgement, I’m going to call Kiril,” she tells me, then flinches when I suddenly get up.

“No, no, it’s broken now and he doesn’t want me.”

“What’s broken?”

“No! I can’t tell you that, none of it,” I bark, and she rises carefully with her hands before her.

“You have Kiril’s protection,” she assures me.

“Not anymore.”

The urge to run is overwhelming, and I haven’t the will to defy it.

My dart to the left gives me several second’s head-start, but Narumi nearly dislocates my shoulder snatching my wrist.

It’s a reflex, the way I round on her and shove with my free hand, but this instinct not only breaks Narumi’s hold, but throws her violently back, cartwheeling across the park until she tumbles into a manky pond.

And I blink at how easy that was.

Sopping wet and stunned, Narumi drags herself from the shallow water and sizes me up.

“That should not have been possible,” she points out, and even through my own surprise I hear the new edge to her voice.

This time, it’s my hands that go up.

“I know,” I admit shakily. “But it is, and it’s not my fault, it’s not - I had no choice!”

“No choice in what?” she very nearly growls.

She must have been going gently, gently, for Kiril’s sake, and vaguely it reminds me of when Kiril said he’d hate to have to kill Narumi because she was a threat to me.

“But that was when we were bound by magic.”

In my moment’s reverie, Narumi has swept in behind me, but she keeps her hands to herself - her tone, however, is full of warning and restraint.

“I… think you should call Kiril now,” I exhale weakly, despite my show of physical strength.

“After that, I know I shouldn’t,” she contradicts, and several small black shapes drift from the sky and perch nearby.

A murder.

Liana, Kai and Kiril all arrived at the same time, in a cab, not the Jag. As they entered, slivers of glass sparkled in Liana’s hair, and there was a little blood on Kevin’s yellow body.  Miho might have commented on the state of Liana and Kai’s slight dishevelment, but she was trembling, twitching, preoccupied by the incessant bouncing of her right foot - up down up down up down.

Anything but look over at where Kiril stood on the other side of the room where Narumi had moved to greet him.

“Looking ravishing as always,” he noted, looking his muddy cousin up and down.

“You can thank your little pet for that,” Narumi grunted irritably. “Threw me good on twenty metres.”

“Is she hurt?” he asked, and Narumi put her hands on her hips, glaring.

“She bloody well should be sprawled at Konrad’s feet right now, Kiril!” she exclaimed, pointing over her shoulder. “And you too. Protecting a hunter? Are you fucking insane?”

“No doubt,” he agreed calmly, stepping around Narumi and approaching Miho with significant caution.

He too had felt the spell break, a searing slash across his consciousness distracting enough to not hear the ring of his phone until Jazz had called for the third time; Miho was missing from the hospital and no one had seen where she went.

“Miho,” he said cautiously, and her head lifted: neck muscles taut and jaw clenched.

“Here to kill me I suppose,” she said plainly, and Kiril’s brows twitched.

“If had wanted that, Narumi would have done it for me,” he pointed out, then paused.

She did not fill the silence.

“Tell me what happened,” he prompted, sitting down beside her, not crowding, but not lifting his attentive gaze.

Immediately, Miho’s eyes began to burn. With flushed face and dribbling nose, she jumped up and  began to pace.

“I left the hospital, then… I passed out, and when I woke up I was inside, somewhere, and there were hunters…”

Kiril nodded, but made no comment.

“They said they’d been looking for me, and insisted I…”

That is as far as she got before crouching on the carpet, wrapping her arms around her knees and burying her face against them.

“I killed her!” she sobbed into her kneecaps.

“Who, Sparrow?” Kiril urged, with a gentleness that surprised Narumi who was definitely eavesdropping.

“Selina,” Miho gasped, choking on her shame.

“The stoned girl from Pale,” he nodded, moving over to her once more. “Ross’ sister?”

She couldn’t answer, could barely breathe.

“This may not work at all, but if you allow it in,” he said, finally placing his hand against hers. “Let me ease your panic and pain.”

Blearily, she looked up, but did not recoil.

Kiril could feel the natural resistance of her hunter blood now, blocking his influence of power over her emotions.

“Come on, Sparrow,” he urged softly. “Let me in.”

Lips quivering, Miho managed a slight nod, and the fortifications dissolved.

After a few long sighs, her sobbing began to subside, and Kiril was able to ease her to her feet and shuffle her back  to the sofa.

“Better?”

Weakly, she inclined her head.

“They turned her, forced a vampire to turn her,” she expounded. “Then they said if I didn’t kill Selina, they would kill her and Sebastian.”

Kiril took this in, thought it over before voicing a response.

“I can understand why the hunters would want to awaken you - their numbers have dwindled in the last half century -  but it makes no sense to make you their enemy in the process. Why Ross’ sister and not the one who turned her?”

“What am I supposed to do now?” she asked meekly, staring across the room at the wall. “Two vampires dead, a hunter woken and… Sebastian… must hate me now.”’

“If you were forced to do this or else see him killed also,” Kiril reasoned, “he will see as much, when the dust settles.”

A tap at the window drew the attention of Narumi only, and she opened it to allow a raven entry.

“We now know who they took to turn the Ross girl,” she announced, petting the bird’s glossy black feathers. “He was young, but his mother is Lady Elzebethe Archdall.”

Reflexively, Kiril cringed.

A noble.

“Konrad is going to learn of this,” Narumi warned.

Scowling, it was Kiril’s turn to pace.

“Liana,” his voice snapped. “Find me Sebastian Ross.”

With a curt nod, Liana assented and exited with Kai in tow.

“I do not like this,” Kiril  muttered, stroking his chin.

“What’s to like?” Narumi laughed. “You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t order me to stake you, then myself for what we’ve already hidden.”

“No,” Kiril snapped. “This is politics, this is contrivance; hunters do not awaken their own like this, and I have doubts our involvement in this is a coincidence.”

“Your involvement,” Narumi corrected.

“Oh no,” he sniffed. “You made your choice, so you might as well help.”

“Help a hunter?” she chortled. “Why wait for Konrad to order it, I may as well stake myself now.”

“Use your legion to find the hunters that did this,” Kiril growled, glaring at his cousin until his head snapped to where Miho had begun moving toward the door. “And where are you going?”

“Away,” she dropped. “From her and you and this.”

“Like hell you are,” Narumi retorted, in a blink barring the exit.

“There is nowhere far enough you can run that Konrad won’t hunt you down,” Kiril affirmed.

“So far he doesn’t even know, and if he did what? I should just wait here for him to find me?” she frowned, spreading her hands, then pointed at Narumi. “For her to lose her nerve and turn me in?”

“That’s my job,” Narumi countered irritably. “One I will no doubt lose, along with my head, thanks to you.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” Miho barked, cutting the air with her fingertips. “You! You and yours in my club messing with people’s hearts and minds.”

“I’m about to mess with more than that,” Narumi warned, already stepping in Miho’s direction again, before Kiril’s arm dropped between them.

“Enough! The both of you,” he shouted. “I forbid you from harming her.”

Narumi balked, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“You forbid me?” she repeated slowly, threat creeping into her voice. “Oh, I called you out of familial courtesy, but that is obviously not, nor has it ever been,  high on your agenda.”

She tried to dodge around him, reached for Miho who did not move, but swiftly found herself slammed against the wall a foot off the ground, with Kiril’s grip tightly around her throat.

“I will  end you,” he hissed up at her, eyes blazing.

“You’ve lost it!” Narumi croaked, digging her fingernails into his wrists, through the flesh, against the bone.

He was older than her, stronger than her, and her inherited powers would not help her against him.

“Maybe so,” he snarled. “But this is the way things will be, and if you double-cross me - Konrad or no - I. Will. End. You.”

There was no time for her to respond before he pitched her across the chamber, and though she turned in the air to make a more graceful landing than Miho might have managed, it still ended with the crash of splintering wood and torn upholstery.

“Time to leave,” Kiril prompted, reaching for Miho’s hand, but she was swift to recoil.

Still, when he narrowed his eyes at her, she inhaled deeply, set her jaw, then headed out the door.

With Kiril’s resources at her disposal, Liana made her way to the registered address of Sebastian Ross. Even though she thought it unlikely the traumatised hunter would return to his primary abode, it was a place to begin.

“What are we going to do when we find him?” Kai asked, carrying Kevin from the car with him. “He’s a hunter, so…”

“We shall be careful,” Liana responded. “I imagine he will be much like a wounded animal - he may snap.”

“You’re stronger than him though, right?”

At the front door, Liana paused to consider this. In her travels with Kiril she had encountered hunters not bound by the treaty in effect across the U.K., but she had always been apart from the fray.

“I would sooner we didn’t have to test this,” Liana replied. “Master Kiril wishes him unharmed.”

”If he attacks you, I won’t hold back,” Kai stated, puffing up. “Neither shall Kevin.”

“And you’re both very brave,” she smiled fondly. “But let’s first aim for diplomacy.”

“I don’t care who you are,” a gravelly voice snarled through a nearby intercom. “Fuck off.”

“Well, that is a surprise,” Liana mused, allowing herself a small smile. “It would seem he’s home.”

“And rude.”

“Well,” Liana chided, “a close friend did just murder his sister in front of him, so we might give him a pass on foul language for now.”

She then lifted her voice and pressed down on the intercom.

“Mr. Ross,” she began, and Kai recognised this as the tone of voice she used when she was attempting to convince him of something he most adamantly did not want to do. “My name is Liana Starling and my companion is Kai. We have come on a matter of great importance and to offer assistance.”

Silence followed as she paused, and Liana gave him some time to process what she said and respond.

But he did not, so she forged on.

“I understand you have suffered terribly this evening. You have been caught up in dealings beyond your control, and largely beyond the control of Miss Fujiwara.”

That got a reaction.

The inner door opened violently, and a rather intimidating looking firearm preceded the apartment’s resident, though both remained behind the security door.

Kai, though a child in appearance and quite short even for his apparent age, slid instantly in front of Liana with his arms outstretched. Liana, however, remained perfectly composed.

“Your emotions are raw,” she said gently, nodding her head a little. “But there is unfortunately more to this tragedy than what you witnessed this evening, and now you are a part of it.”

“Why are you here, vampire?” he spat, his aim not wavering.

Though several feet away, Liana could smell the alcohol on his breath; he’d imbibed so much, in fact, she was sure she could smell it in his blood.

“Miho Fujiwara was the victim of a spell cast by as yet unknown parties,” she answered. “This led to her involvement with Kiril Lambert who…”

“Bullshit!” Sebastian spat, the muzzle of his weapon slamming loudly into the taut lattice weave that separated them. “She went chasing Konstantin Lambert…”

“Yes,” Liana agreed, and continued before he could. “In order to locate your mutual friend, Miss Mann, and while you may not have agreed with or appreciated Mr. Lambert’s help, surely you hoped for Miss Mann’s safe return.”

“I’m only going to ask this one more time,” Sebastian grated through clenched teeth, “then I’m going to destroy you both, treaty be damned. Why are you here?”

“I was told by Mr. Lambert to locate you,” Liana answered calmly, even as Kai shifted his meager weight nervously from foot to foot. “Implicit in his instruction was the directive to inform you of details you could not yet be privy to, and accompany you to his estate.”

Exhausted by distress and fury, the laugh that shook from Sebastian’s chest was at best sardonic.

“You have ten seconds to get off my doorstep,” he chuckled, waving his gun around, “before I kill you, oh, and send whatever’s left behind back to Mr. Lambert.”

“You will not,” Kai growled. “Magic forced Miss Fujiwara and Kiril together, and those hunters kidnapped her and made her choose - she didn’t want to kill you,  it’s not her fault!”

“Six seconds,” Sebastian sneered.

“The vampire used to turn your sister was the son of a powerful noble, so that in and of itself will come to haunt the hunters of this city, you included, whether you’re independent or not,” Liana picked up, though she still remained unruffled. “The ones who forced Miss Fujiwara’s hand have an agenda here far and beyond the awakening of another hunter, and it may very well cause blood to run in the streets of London as it once did.”

“You want to talk about blood?” Sebastian snarled.

“I want to talk about all the other innocent lives that may be lost if the vampire nobility decide what befell their kin was an act of war,” Liana clarified. “It will reach far and beyond your fledgling friend Jazz, whose position is already  precarious; people who have nothing to do with any of this, and certainly have no knowledge of it, will be caught helplessly in the crossfire.”

When Sebastian slammed his bare fist into the wire door, it punched all the way through, causing Kai to flinch against Liana, who placed her hands lightly on his shoulders.

“I just lost the only family I have left!” Sebastian roared, following his punch with a kick that launched the door outward at speed.

Had Liana not sidestepped, dragging Kai with her, it would have collected them both.

“You want me to give a fuck about anyone else right now?”

“What I want is irrelevant,” she pointed out, fingers tightening on  a little as she felt him tensing to move. “What is necessary to avert a major catastrophe, however, is your co-operation. You do not have to like it, me, or anyone else involved, but it is what it is. Beneath your pain, you know this to be true.”

“Fucking, manipulative vampires!” he cursed, enraged but somehow his eye reflected at least some acceptance of what she had said.

“I don’t care if you hate me!” Kai muttered under his breath, then glared up at Sebastian. “But Liana is trying to help you and your friends, so you should stop being so mean.”

“Keep your minion out of my way,” Sebastian growled, eyes flashing before he stalked past them down the path.

PART 10 - Coming EVENTUALLY!

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TWN: Witchers; Other Films

I mentioned to @wishicouldpostfromsecondaryblogs how I was going to make a post about other roles the Netflix-canon witchers have had for fanon purposes, so here we go! (If I don't recognize any shows they've done, I'm using my own discretion to put only like four roles they're credited for on IMDb.)(*side-eyes Henry Cavill* he played Superman and is literally the main character of TWN, this post isn't about him.)(after further thought I've included Henry Cavill on here for completion's sake.)

Basil Eidenbenz: Eskel

IG: basil.eidenbenz

IMDb Profile

Height: 6'2"

Born: January 1993, Switzerland (29 years old)

Notable Roles:

Lukas Oertli in Best Friends ('Swiss youth sitcom', 2010-2012)

Lenny Brandt in The Athena (2018-2019 TV series)

Edsel in X Company (2016-2017 TV series)

Lohlein in Victoria (2016 TV series)

Paul Bullion: Lambert

IG: paulbullion

IMDb Profile

Height: 6'3"

Born: June 1988 (34 years old)

Notable Roles:

Billy Kitchen in Peaky Blinders (2014 TV series)

Berwyn Cairn in The Bastard Executioner (2015 TV miniseries)

Sardaukar Soldier in Dune (2021)

Yasen Atour: Coën

IG: yasenatour

IMDb Profile

Height: 6'

Born: June 1990 (32 years old)

Notable Roles:

Mutton in Robin Hood (2018 movie)

Reza Al-Rahman in Young Wallander (2020-2022 TV series)

director, writer, and cinematographer for Woburn (2014 short)

Nathanial Jacobs: Everard

IG: n.amosjay

IMDb Profile

Height: 6'2"

Born: n/a, his Mandy Profile says his age range is 30-40

Notable Roles:

first and foremost he was Second Assistant Editor for all of TWN S2

Second Assistant Editor for two episodes of Pennyworth (2020)

Jesse Matthew in A Killer's Mistake (2018 TV series) and 10 Steps to Murder (2019 TV series documentary)

Jota Castellano: Gwain/Gawain

IG: jota.castellano

IMDb Profile

Height: 6'

Born: n/a

Notable Roles:

Francisco in Warrior Nun (2020 TV series)

Jordi in Heroes Wanted: The Series (2018 TV series)

an unnamed role in Dancing on Glass (2022, coming soon, April 2022)

Chuey Okoye: Merek

IG: chueyokoye

IMDb Profile

Height: 5'11"

Born: n/a, his Mandy Profile says his age range is 21-31

Notable Roles:

OASIS player (uncredited) in Ready Player One (2018)

stunt performer in The Kid Who Would Be King (2019)

MIT student (uncredited) in Patriots Day (2016)

Kim Bodina: Vesemir

IG: n/a

IMDb Profile

Height: 5'10"

Born: 1965 (he's married and has 3 kids)(57 years old)

Notable Roles:

Konstantin in Killing Eve (2018-2020 TV series)

Abbot in The Letter for the King (2020 TV series)

Martin in The Bridge (2011-2013 TV series)

Henry Cavill: Geralt

IG: henrycavill

IMDb Profile

Height: 6'1"

Born: May 1983 (38 years old)

Joel Adrian: Hemrik

IG: joeladrianslaatto

IMDb Profile

Height: 6'2"

Born: performs ages 24-35

Notable Roles:

stunt performer in Star Wars Episode IX - The Rise of Skywalker (2019)

Evans in Love Me If You Dare (2015-2016 TV series)

stunt double for Patrick Wilson in Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom (2022)

Max Kraus: Tolbert

IG: maxkrausfitness

IMDb Profile

Height: 6'1"

Born: age range is 23-33

Notable Roles:

Marko in The Space Between (2018-2022 TV series)

stunt performer in Hitman's Wife's Bodyguard (2021)

stunt performer in Jolt (2021)

Nicholas Wang: Diever

IG: hulknick

IMDb Profile

Height: 5'7"

Born: n/a

Notable Roles:

stunt performer in Pokémon Detective Pikachu (2019)

stunt performer (uncredited) in Wonder Woman 1984 (2020)

stunt performer/stunts in Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (2018)

Lachlan Parkinson: Vartok

IG: lachie54

IMDb Profile

Height: 5'10"

Born: n/a

Notable Roles:

stunts in Spartacus (2010-2013 TV series)

stunt performer in Penny Dreadful (2016 TV series)

stunt performer in Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales (2017)

aaand that's all!!! more than one of these guys worked on F9 which is neat, but i just want credit where it's due okay

if you have any questions or w/e feel free to reach out

[theadriananobrega]

PRIMEIRAS REFERÊNCIAS

Dennis Creffield

Käthe Kollwitz

Leon Kossoff

Frank Auerbach

Henry Moore

Nikolai Blokhin

Alison Lambert

Tony Orrico

Chris Odgers

Ricardo Martinez

Adonna Khare

Marina Richterová

Barry Moser

Eduard Wiiralt

Konstantin Kalynovych

Skirill

Livio Abramo

Lasar Segall

Oswaldo Goeldi

Edith Behring

Renina Katz

Iberê Camargo

Fayga Ostrower

Anna Letycia

Darel Valença

David Lynch

[murswrites]

25 DOC Character Options

List of fandoms  / Rules for Requesting / Masterlist

READ THE MAIN POST HERE!

You can view the options under the cut and if you click this link, you can vote on a Google form!

1. Putting up decorations ⎯ “Wow... that’s... a lot of lights.”

John Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Reggie (JATP)

Villanelle (Killing Eve)

Stevie Budd (Schitt’s Creek)

Natasha Romanoff (MCU)

2. Doing secret Santa ⎯ “Just tell me who got me.”

Alice Cullen (Twilight Saga)

Yennefer (Witcher)

Simon Bellamy (Misfits)

David Rose (Schitt’s Creek)

3. Making Christmas treats ⎯ “Stop eating all of the cookies!”

Julie Molina (JATP)

Allison Hargreeves (TUA)

Orla McCool (Derry Girls)

Bonnie Gold (Peaky Blinders)

Randall Carpio (The Order)

4. Building snowmen ⎯ “What happened to his head?!”

Peter Parker (MCU)

Isiah Jesus (Peaky Blinders)

Jake Peralta (B99)

Mazikeen (Lucifer)

Jaskier/Dandelion (Witcher)

5. Hot cocoa and warm hands ⎯ “Your hands are so warm...”

Diego Hargreeves (TUA)

Michelle Mallon (Derry Girls)

Alfie Solomons (Peaky Blinders)

Edward Cullen (Twilight Saga)

6. Helping them put on snow gear ⎯ “It’s not that hard,”

Carrie Wilson (JATP)

Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer)

Triss Merigold (Witcher 3)

7. Sitting by the fire ⎯ “This is nice, being here with you.”

Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Rosalie Hale (Twilight Saga)

Kenny Stowton (Killing Eve)

Nathan Young (Misfits)

Brunhilde (MCU)

8. The sound of snow crunching ⎯ “Wait, listen to the snow...”

Randall Carpio (The Order)

Stevie Budd (Schitt’s Creek)

Simon Bellamy (Misfits)

Diego Hargreeves (TUA)

9. Snowball fights ⎯ “I’m going to get you back for that, [Name]!”

Isiah Jesus (Peaky Blinders)

Peter Parker (MCU)

Reggie (JATP)

Nathan Young (Misfits)

Rosa Diaz (B99)

10. Warm soup after being in the cold ⎯ “Jesus, you’re freezing!”

Ada Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Kelly Bailey (Misfits)

Eve Polastri (Killing Eve)

David Rose (Schitt’s Creek)

11. Big hugs from family ⎯ “It’s been too long, [Name]!”

Konstantin Vasiliev (Killing Eve)

Johnny Rose (Schitt’s Creek)

Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

12. Trying to get a family photo ⎯ “Okay, everybody squeeze in!”

John Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Lilith Bathory (The Order)

Allison Hargreeves (TUA)

Bonnie Gold (Peaky Blinders)

James Macguire (Derry Girls)

13. Icicles ⎯ “Don’t stand directly beneath them!”

Finn Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Nathan Young (Misfits)

Eve Polastri (Killing Eve)

Randall Carpio (The Order)

Leopold Fitz (MCU)

14. Getting anxious for Christmas ⎯ “I wonder if they’ll like what I got...”

David Rose (Schitt’s Creek)

Alex (JATP)

Klaus Hargreeves (TUA)

Lizzie Stark (Peaky Blinders)

15. Buying last minute gifts ⎯ “I’m not going anywhere!”

Villanelle (Killing Eve)

Aberama Gold (Peaky Blinders)

Diego Hargreeves (TUA)

Luke Patterson (JATP)

16. Tucking them in ⎯ “Just go to sleep, hun.”

Steve Rogers (MCU)

Alice Cullen (Twilight Saga)

Ella Lopez (Lucifer)

Ciri (Witcher 3)

Eve Polastri (Killing Eve)

17. Getting snowed in ⎯ “There’s at least five feet of snow out there.”

Vanya Hargreeves (TUA)

John Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Hamish Duke (The Order)

James Macguire (Derry Girls)

18. Cuddling with them ⎯ “You’re like my own personal furnace, [Name].”

Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Nathan Young (Misfits)

Stevie Budd (Schitt’s Creek)

Ada Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

19. Telling family stories ⎯ “Oh! You’re gonna love this story!”

Lambert (Witcher 3)

Orla McCool (Derry Girls)

Bonnie Gold (Peaky Blinders)

Thor Odinson (MCU)

20. Ugly sweater contest ⎯ “Ugh, that is just horrible! You win!”

Tony Stark (MCU)

Ada Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Villanelle (Killing Eve)

Lilith Bathory (The Order)

Moira Rose (Schitt’s Creek)

21. Kissing under a mistletoe ⎯ “You know what that means, right?”

Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Bonnie Gold (Peaky Blinders)

Diego Hargreeves (TUA)

Natasha Romanoff (MCU)

Mazikeen (Lucifer)

22. Sitting by the heater to warm up ⎯ “My feet are so cold, I hate winter.”

Luke Patterson (JATP)

Alexis Rose (Schitt’s Creek)

Alisha Daniels (Misfits)

Gina Linetti (B99)

23. Watching Christmas movies ⎯ “We’re watching my favorite movie!”

Villanelle (Killing Eve)

Klaus Hargreeves (TUA)

Peter Parker (MCU)

Jaskier/Dandelion (Witcher)

24. Sneaking a gift ⎯ “I just wanted to get a sneak peek?”

Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Geralt of Rivia (Witcher)

Ella Lopez (Lucifer)

Natasha Romanoff (MCU)

25. Christmas morning ⎯ “Now only another 365 days before the next one...”

Nathan Young (Misfits)

Peter Parker (MCU)

Finn Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Orla McCool (Derry Girls)

[allshowsanyshows]

Killing Eve songs(feel free to add more)

Nobody like you- little Mix (Villaneve)

Outlaws - David Lambert (Villaneve)

Paralysed - NF (Villanelle)

Flares- The script (Villanelle and Konstantin)

Monster in Me - Little Mix (Villaneve)

Defenceless - Louis Tomlinson (Villaneve)

[bisexual-in-every-gender]

Pride Asks

Is your family accepting?

What is your sexuality?

What is your gender identity?

Favorite color?

When did you find out your sexuality?

What do you wish you could tell your past self?

Have you changed labels since realizing you were LGBT?

How was your day?

Do you have any gay friends irl?

What’s your favorite hobby?

Who’s the best gay icon in your opinion?

Which pride flags do you like the most design/color wise?

Do you wish you could change any pride flags?

Are you openly out?

Are you comfortable with yourself?

Do you experience dysphoria?

Bottom, top, or verse?

(Lesbians) are you femme, butch, or neither? (Bi girls) Doe, tomcat, stag, or none of the above?

Do you bind?

Do you shave?

If you could date anyone you wanted, who would it be?

Are you in a relationship?

Describe your partner.

Have you ever dated anyone of the same gender?

Dated anyone of another gender?

Tell me a random fact about yourself!

Do you own any pride flags/merch?

Have you ever been to a pride parade?

Any advice to someone who isn’t out or who is exploring themselves?

Pineapple on pizza?

1. It depends. Certain people are, certain people aren’t. My nan, mum and little sister are fine with my wife being trans although at least my mum and my nan ignored me being bisexual for the most part until my wife came out as transgender. Then they HAD to face the reality. My dad and older sister pretty much ignored it, too. Now that my wife has come out, they keep ignoring it, HOWEVER, they do absolutely NOT accept my wife. So it’s a mixture really.

2. I’m bisexual with a strong preference towards men (despite being married to a woman).

3. Cis female.

4. Pink and royal blue.

5. When I was in my teen years. I had strange feelings towards certain girls very early on (as early as 5) but never had a name to put on it. When I was 15, I was introduced to the word “bisexual” and it suited me.

6. To not be so hung up on labels, that sexuality is fluid and to not get bogged down on guys so much when maybe a girl is waiting (and she did :))

7. Yeah, I considered myself bi for a really long time, then when my wife came out as transgender, I thought I was straight because I had a hard time adjusting. But I think that was only because I was used to her body and looks as they were before, not about her gender specifically. I do feel attracted to her still and to other girls, so I switched back to considering myself bisexual. I also identified as demisexual/asexual for some time.

8. Meh. I’m tired and a bit anxious about a phone call I have later but all in all, it’s been okay-ish.

9. Sure do! One of my closer friends, Konstantin, is gay. I also have several gay acquaintances. Our tattooist is lesbian, my and my wife’s common friend Will is bisexual like me, Vic is bi and genderfluid and of my wife of course is trans and lesbian.

10. Reading, swimming, learning languages. I’m also interested in riding horses but here in China, no one offers it :(

11. If “gay” in this context means “LGBT”, I’d say Jamie Clayton for sure. I also hugely admire Adam Lambert, Munroe Bergdorf, Laverne Cox and Janet Mock.

12. I love my bi flag! It’s my three favourite colours: pink, purple and blue <3 The trans flag has a nice colour scheme, too.

13. The Demisexual and Asexual one are really bland looking. The black and gray is not colourful enough in my opinion. I also don’t like the lesbian flag because I hate the colour orange, but that’s just me.

14. To most people, yes.

15. Hmm, I’m trying to be. It’s a long journey.

16. Nah.

17. ???

18. None of the above. I don’t reject either masculinity nor femininity but also wouldn’t say that I’m androgynous.

19. Nope, I’m cis

20. I shave my legs, armpits and intimate areas if that’s what you’re asking.

21. My wife <3

22. Married and proud.

23. She’s a lovely trans girl (though when we married, she still identified as a cisgender male). She came out 6 months ago as transgender. Though her attire is very femme, she’s extremely butch in her behaviour. She loves beer, football (or soccer as Americans call it) and video games. I love her very much <3

24. I’m married to the same gender! :)

25. Yep. The full bi experience, haha! My ex is a guy, my wife is (obviously) a woman.

26. I speak 5 languages, 3 of them on a fluent level.

27. Sure do! We have my wife’s trans and lesbian flags and recently ordered my bi one! :)

28. Twice, yes.

29. Don’t be afraid of playing about with labels. The one you choose now may not be the one you stick with. Explore your identity and sexuality. Don’t be afraid of finding out who you are. And fuck everyone that stands in your way.

30. Meh, I can take it or leave it. I don’t have strong opinions on it either way.

[1800-talsnamn]

1-233: 2017  (x)

Lars - 89046 (17) (↘16)

Mikael - 79677 (88) (↘75)

Anders - 78409 (3) (↗7)

Johan - 75146 (48) (↘37)

Erik - 67738 (378) (↘319)

Per - 67642 (6) (↘5)

Karl - 66381 (279) (↘243)

Peter - 62737 (17) (↗24)

Jan - 61187 (33) (↘25)

Tomas - 60755 (27) (↘26)

Daniel - 56671 (172) (=172)

Fredrik - 54535 (16) (↘12)

Hans - 48855 (9) (↘6)

Andreas - 45465 (27) (↘24)

Mats - 44120 (5) (=5)

Bengt - 43912 (…) (↗7)

Markus - 42692 (76) (↘64)

Magnus - 41638 (6) (↗9)

Mathias - 41633 (72) (↘71)

Jonas - 40994 (45) (↘40)

Niklas - 39786 (21) (↗22)

Martin - 39131 (53) (↘46)

Oskar - 39048 (875) (↗892)

Nils - 38565 (550) (↘487)

Alexander - 38523 (668) (↗701)

Sven - 36133 (57) (↘53)

Patrik - 35243 (18) (↗26)

Viktor - 34515 (471) (↘392)

Henrik - 32787 (33) (↘25)

David - 32711 (188) (↘157)

Joakim - 32405 (26) (↘16)

Filip - 31500 (561) (↘469)

Emil - 31213 (414) (↘373)

Simon - 30750 (192) (↘166)

Kristoffer - 29607 (46) (↘38)

Anton - 28202 (294) (↘244)

Robert - 27920 (11) (↗19)

Gustaf - 27859 (419) (↘369)

Kristian - 27315 (80) (↘71)

Richard - 26020 (19) (↘12)

Håkan - 26009 (…) (↗4)

Göran - 25792

William - 25308 (850) (↗941)

Lennart - 24994 (5) (↘4)

Jakob - 22697 (288) (↗297)

John - 22668 (179) (=179)

Adam - 22207 (579) (↗613)

Elias - 20319 (664) (↗681)

Linus - 19833 (126) (↗128)

Axel - 19513 (550) (↘524)

Klas - 18133 (15) (↘10)

Isak - 17284 (475) (↗528)

Hugo - 17046 (688) (↘670)

Rasmus - 16216 (159) (↘100)

Gunnar - 16195 (61) (↘58)

Albin - 16126 (374) (↘343)

Ludvig - 15110 (565) (↘512)

Åke - 14970 (21) (↗28)

Joel -  14902 (179) (↘172)

Olof - 14652 (101) (↘91)

Pontus - 13338 (51) (↘33)

Olle - 13230 (414) (↘388)

Josef - 13141 (318) (↗364)

Leo - 12196 (538) (↗548)

Samuel - 12108 (175) (↗199)

Felix - 11677 (256) (↘209)

Bertil - 11485 (32) (↗48)

Edvin - 11362 (454) (↘396)

Bernt - 11045

Arvid - 11027 (507) (↘453)

Gabriel - 10776 (341) (↗355)

Sten - 10396 (3) (↗8)

Johannes - 10067 (85) (↘72)

Benjamin - 9807 (452) (↘382)

Ola - 9641 (5) (↘4)

Adrian - 8529 (556) (↘506)

Kasper - 8294 (300) (↘236)

Alfred - 8196 (541) (↘496)

Teodor - 7797 (475) (↘454)

Börje - 7382 (3) (=3)

Harry - 6726 (479) (↘451)

Paul - 6229 (20) (↘16)

Tore - 6083 (51) (↘41)

Melker - 5875 (329) (↗336)

Valter - 5859 (476) (↗538)

Henry - 5448 (294) (↗306)

Gösta - 5404 (21) (↗32)

Sixten - 5403 (359) (↘356)

Petter - 5342 (16) (↘14)

Allan - 5331 (82) (↗110)

Vilhelm - 5290 (221) (↗222)

Bror - 5152 (19) (↗29)

Knut - 4935 (103) (↘87)

Måns - 4761 (67) (↘50)

Svante - 4752 (121) (↗127)

Tage - 4678 (258) (↘240)

Sture - 4640 (20) (↘15)

Georg - 4594 (13) (=13)

August - 4590 (317) (↗377)

Fabian - 4465 (62) (↗68)

Torsten - 4289 (13) (↗22)

Ivan - 4188 (49) (=49)

Tor - 3926 (165) (↘145)

Otto - 3875 (225) (↗256)

Folke - 3817 (151) (↗158)

Aron - 3795 (213) (↘209)

Edvard - 3776 (140) (↘108)

Emanuel - 3748 (91) (↘89)

Ivar - 3628 (185) (↗199)

Mårten - 3620 (3) (↘…)

Jon - 3393 (15) (↗35)

Elis - 3229 (187) (↘185)

Frans - 3173 (210) (↘205)

Albert - 3044 (96) (↘86)

Ture - 3011 (123) (↘121)

Ernst - 3001 (5) (↗9)

Yngve - 2981 (5) (↘…)

Hjalmar - 2901 (229) (↘197)

Herman - 2692 (86) (↘81)

Harald - 2683 (53) (↗58)

Julius - 2612 (136) (↘119)

Birger - 2435 (8) (=8)

Art(h)ur - 2430 (65) (↗73)

Einar - 2353 (80) (↘74)

Ruben - 2295 (89) (↗92)

Uno - 2084 (25) (↗29)

Ragnar - 2071 (34) (↗35)

Zakarias - 2047 (69) (↗76)

Evert - 1932 (5) (↗15)

Helge - 1908 (17) (↗25)

Valdemar - 1876 (77) (↗87)

Algot - 1869 (127) (↘126)

Eskil - 1816 (56) (↗75)

Bruno - 1783 (27) (=27)

Holger - 1764 (57) (↗62)

Alvar - 1737 (122) (↘118)

Henning - 1736 (67) (↗70)

Charles - 1649 (52) (↘36)

Leonard - 1516 (57) (↗74

Ossian - 1511 (83) (↘79)

Seth - 1494 (57) (↘45)

Levi - 1444 (123) (↗141)

Ulrik - 1406 (…) (↗4)

Erland - 1330 (8) (↘7)

Konrad - 1256 (32) (↘26)

Janne - 1196

Jean - 1150 (3) (↘2)

Manfred - 1046 (57) (↘46)

Natanael - 1024 (31) (↘26)

Fritz - 992 (3) (↗5)

Gerhard - 952 (…) (↗3)

Valentin - 946 (32) (↘31)

Mattis - 927 (37) (↘23)

Malkolm - 910 (26) (↗42)

Konstantin - 824 (15) (↘12)

Hilding - 786 (47) (↗48)

Helmer - 777 (59) (↘43)

Verner - 742 (10) (↗11)

Herbert - 710 (4) (=4)

Truls - 667 (20) (↗33)

Arnold - 661 (5) (↗10)

Abraham - 644 (9) (↘7)

Alexis - 627 (33) (↘29)

Mauritz - 618 (10) (↗13)

Pål - 565

Sigurd - 564 (7) (↘2)

Petrus - 547 (2) (↗7)

Rudolf - 547 (…) (↗2)

Elof - 541 (12) (↗18)

Leopold - 538 (28) (↘23)

Abel - 448 (14) (↘7)

Bernhard - 448 (2) (↗4)

Lorentz - 431 (15) (↘14)

Evald - 381 (10) (↘4)

Torvald - 366 (2) (↘…)

Eugen - 303 (3) (↘2)

Gottfrid - 298 (8) (↗18)

Agaton - 290 (14) (↗20)

Reinhold - 273

Sigfrid - 273 (2) (↗6)

Fritiof - 272 (3) (↘…)

Isidor - 237 (7) (=7)

Hilmer - 235 (25) (↘22)

Gideon - 234 (17) (↘9)

Amandus - 211 (15) (↘10)

Jöns - 209

Adolf - 198

Cornelius - 197 (9) (↘5)

Justus - 195 (7) (↘3)

Simeon - 195 (2) (=2)

Edmund - 193 (7) (↗8)

Alrik - 192 (5) (↗9)

Salomon - 182 (4) (=4)

Tyko - 173 (14) (↘6)

Noak - 170 (3) (↗4)

Enoch - 169 (7) (↗12)

Nikolaus - 164

Ferdinand - 163 (8) (↘4)

Efraim - 157 (7) (↗9)

Nestor - 139 (…) (↗2)

Israel - 112 (…) (↗2)

Paulus - 105 (2) (=2)

Osvald - 100 (2) (↗3)

Levin - 96 (12) (↘4)

Esaias - 90 (…) (↗6)

Leander - 80 (5) (↘4)

Antonius - 74 (2) (↘…)

Halvar - 73 (3) (=3)

Brynolf - 72

Valfrid - 70 (5) (↘…)

Napoleon - 68

Fridolf - 64 (2) (↘…)

Severin - 59 (2) (↘…)

Erhard - 48

Alexius - 39 (2) (↗4)

Gotthard - 38

Sanfrid - 19

Nikanor - 18

Ans(h)elm - 17

Engelbert - 17

Vitalis - 17

Ander - 16

Ernfrid - 15

Stefanus - 15

Lambert - 14

Heribert - 12

Engelbrekt - 10

Olaus - 10

Augustinus - 5

Laurentius - 4

Jeppa - 3

Alfrid - 2

Ansgarius - 0

[whatdoyouexpectthistime]

Blood Spatter - Part 1

It’s the shrill and frantic screaming of a phone that abruptly interrupts the dreamless dark of my sleep. Thundering jackhammers valiantly try to drown out the sound with blinding pain in my head.

“Fuck, shut the fuck up,” I growl, pawing around wildly for the location of my phone until I somehow coincidentally manage to hit the answer button. “What?”

“Miho?” comes an urgent male voice that makes me cringe for more than one reason.

“Jesus Sebastian, stop yelling,” I hiss, covering my eyes with my forearm though the room is already dark.

“Maybe if you answered your phone when I call you, I wouldn’t have to,” Sebastian argues, his tone a blend of relief, worry and scorn. “Where the hell are you?”

For a moment I ponder this answer – I should be more concerned that I have to think about it.

“Home,” I finally determine.

“Are you sick?” he pursues. “Mieke, Kara and I opened the club without you, but that’s never happened.”

“Oh shit,” I curse, sitting up far too suddenly for the likes of my migraine. “Mmph, um… I’m sorry, I’ll…”

“Are you sick?” he repeats more seriously.

“No, I… um…”

I… um… struggling to answer that question – why am I struggling to answer that question?

“Some guy nearly hit me with his car,” I respond finally, the memory hazy. “I hit my head when I stumbled.”

“I’d ask if you’re all right, but clearly you’re not; I’m coming over,” he states, leaving no room for argument.

“Fine, you can drive me to work,” I conclude, pushing back the duvet and wriggling into a sitting position.

“We can discuss it when I arrive,” he grumbles. “Don’t do anything crazy in the meantime.”

Pfft, like I ever do anything crazy.

 There is nothing interesting about my getting ready for work routine, except that my headache wanes a little. Still, I’m sloshing some aspirin around in a glass when he buzzes my intercom.

For a few seconds I look at him on the LCD screen, admiring the strong line of his jaw, the faint hint of stubble and the fall of several dark strands of hair that constantly fall across his forehead.

I’d be lying if I didn’t think there might be a better – more fun – way to get rid of my headache’s remnants.

“Are you going to let me in?” I hear his voice through the speaker, and I break from my lascivious reverie.

“Sorry,” I apologise, though he can’t even hear me, and in what seems like a far too short time, he’s travelled up several floors and is knocking on my door.

“I’m angry with you,” are the first words from his mouth, and though he’s frowning, he’s looking me up and down with an analytical eye.

“Thanks, Dad,” I mock, turning to get my handbag, but Sebastian takes my wrist and slowly forces me to straighten.

“I’m not done checking you over yet,” he grumbles, and there’s a pout in his voice though his expression remains stern.

His hands begin on my cheeks, large hands I always feel could crush my head and yet are so incredibly gentle as they graze my skin.

“Sebastian,” I whisper in complaint – but the downward intonation of his name, and the tilt of my head against his palm, betrays my alternate agenda.

“Don’t you ‘Sebastian’ me,” he huffs, sliding his hands deliberately down my throat as he leans closer to examine a contusion on my left cheek. “You’re never late, never sick, never out of touch, and with… well…”

His sentence trails off, but I know exactly where it was going.

“I was afraid,” he admits, and I actually think he’s being serious.

This guy, who I feel has never been afraid of anything in his life, his brow is now creased, and my reflection in his sometimes-animalistic brown eyes wavers with genuine unease.

“I was afraid something had happened to you too,” he adds, shifting his weight, and when I cannot help but form a slight smile, I think I see him faintly blushing.

“As if,” I snort, slapping his chest with the back of my hand before scooping up my handbag. “I was an assassin in a past life.”

  It takes a little more convincing to get Sebastian to allow me out of my apartment, but eventually he drives me to the club – on the provision I let him drive me home after closing. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this. Though he’s come home with me plenty of times, our relationship has never been more than a mutually agreeable meeting of flesh and pleasure. The depth of his disquiet is surprising, and I’m not sure how to take it.

“Where the hell have you been?” Mieke glares, the moment we enter Pale’s foyer.

“Easy, tiger,” Sebastian grunts in Mieke’s direction, then heads off to do the rounds.

“Overslept,” I tell her sheepishly, and it’s not really a lie.

“Oh yeah? Well I didn’t – I got here three hours early because Seb’s losing his shit about you not answering your phone,” she huffs, but I can tell she’s not actually mad at me. “Kara’s already doing rounds in the basement.”

“Sorry, I’ll get to work, Boss,” I smirk.

“You might want to start with Mr. Lambert in the lounge,” she suggests, and I know she sees the way I’m suddenly more focused. “Thought that’d get your attention,” she sniffs. “And tonight, believe it or not, he’s alone.”

“That’s weird,” I agree. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him without a harem.”

“Right?” Mieke nods. “Go and take advantage.”

No harm in buttering up a VIP.

The man is an immaculate specimen, the kind who conveys so much with his mere presence alone. His suit is easily worth as much as the entire contents of my wardrobe, clearly custom tailored to emphasise his best physical features: and god damn, those features. They’re a sonnet of masculinity, a rousing canticle of sculpted muscle in perfect proportion.

Intimidation is not something I’m used to submitting to, but every time I’ve had cause to interact with Kiril Lambert – billionaire CEO of KeepsGuard Risk Management and Insurance – I’ve had to struggle against a tide of uncertainty and doubt.

He makes me feel small: I hate it, but affix my best smile as I approach, and bury the instinct to act meekly behind a fortified wall of self-confidence.

“With compliments of the house,” I smile, placing the tray down on Kiril’s table, before taking the uncorked bottle of very old and expensive whiskey in hand.

“It’s my understanding, you are the house,” Kiril points out blithely as he adjusts his silk tie slightly, but for a few seconds I find myself enchanted by the nonchalant motion of his hand. “So it’s you I have to thank. Join me.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement, but for some reason, I don’t feel offended by his assumption; I am no stranger to this type of attention in my club – without being arrogant - but in this instance, I shock myself by acting completely out of character.

Compliant.

I put it down to my headache and try to cover a grimace with graciousness.

“It’s my policy not to mix business and pleasure, Mr. Lambert,” I tell him casually, but slip into the booth opposite him nonetheless, “but since you’re Pale’s resident celebrity, I’ll make an exception.”

“Is that the only reason?” he enquires, eyes fixed on my fingertips, apparently fascinated by the way they dig into the wax sealing the amber liquid behind crystal and begin to peel it away.

“What would you like me to say?” I ask, pouring carefully into his glass before pushing it toward him.

I sense my quip is a dangerous one, but simply can’t help playing his game.

“That you’ve finally given in to your burning desire for me,” he replies: so blasé, it almost doesn’t sound like the words of a consummate playboy.

Here is a creature blessed – sublimely handsome, connected and wealthy – oh he never wants for companions.

Normally, I would scowl at such a line, but he drops it so effortlessly I actually laugh.

Then regret it.

Grimacing, I resist the urge to rub at my temples and straighten my back.

“Something wrong?” he queries, slowly coiling his fingers around the whisky tumbler.

It’s such a simple gesture and yet I find it so incredibly sexy I nearly forget my pain.

The unusual green of his gaze pierces through my attempts to appear unaffected, and though I have reassurances on my tongue, I find myself barely able to inhale, let alone form words.

“Ah, it’s just a headache,” I finally manage, and frown at how breathless I sound.

“Late night?”

At this I scoff.

“I run a club, I’m practically nocturnal,” I point out, but thinking about the night previous makes the pain increase threefold.

“A woman after my own heart,” he chuckles, “but that doesn’t explain your obvious discomfort.”

“I had a run in with… with a…” I begin, then cringe when it feels as if my brain is expanding, threatening to burst from my eye sockets.

“You look like you’re in need of a medicinal dram,” he declares, turning his glass slowly by the rim, casually observing my growing distress.

“Hm, if I did, it certainly wouldn’t be from the top shelf,” I murmur, trying to blink away the stars sparkling across my field of vision.

“Then please,” he beseeches, though the two words again sound more like an instruction, “allow me to make you feel a little better.”

Men like that don’t beg.

Ever.

Used to being propositioned in my own club by drunken idiots, I totally take it in my stride – though I find my answer uncharacteristically more flirty than is routine.

“And how might you achieve that, Mr. Lambert?” I question, tweaking a crooked smile despite the continuation of heavy drums in my head.

Before his lips even part, his eyes flicker somehow more brightly, and again I find myself transfixed by the way emerald flames seem to dance within their depths.

“Kiril,” he corrects, “and I have myriad ways.”

His voice low – the brush of velvet across my skin, and that alone seems to dull the war raging between my ears.

“I’m not sure it’s appropriate for me to call one of London’s most successful CEOs by his first name,” I point out, not that I believe in elitism.

“This successful CEO is offering it to you,” he shrugs, it being his first name, not the lewd other it that suddenly invades my mind’s eye. “But for now…”

His fingertips are cool, smooth, as he turns my right wrist over onto his palm, and I flinch at the unexpected contact.

“Close your eyes,” he orders firmly, and before the thought can even register, I’m smothered in the darkness beneath my lids. “Just breathe,” he whispers, a breath I can almost feel against my cheek though I know he is still across the table.

A shudder ripples through me, tingling that begins at the stroke of his thumb against the pale underside of my wrist, and gathers momentum up my arm.

“And that’s just my thumb, Sparrow,” I hear him say, see his lips moving and the hungry blaze of his stare though my own eyes remain closed.

But did he even speak? I can’t tell, but I respond anyway.

“Oh really?” I sniff, wanting to smirk at the boldness of his allusion, but the deepening pressure of his thumb into my skin, the tendons, warns me not to.

“Shh,” he soothes, pressing against one point that for several seconds makes me feel dizzy.

Then the clattering discomfort of the marching band parading through my brain is silenced.

Everything falls silent.

The sweet jazz piano.

The quiet chatter of staff and other nearby patrons.

The clink of glassware.

Until a new rhythm emerges – faster and faster and faster, until the pounding of my heart is almost unbearable.

“How did you…” I exhale, finally opening my eyes.

Pain free, I meet him halfway, though the intensity of those penetrating meres threatens to cause my calm to crumble.

“Magic,” he smiles confidently, continuing to gently caress from my wrist, along the lifeline of my palm.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I struggle to the surface, swimming valiantly out of a verdant ocean to break eye contact and reclaim my hand.

“What the hell is going on?” I wonder, for I can feel him crawling across my skin, sliding to places hidden beneath my clothes.

I have seen him in Pale plenty of times, and while I’ve acknowledged his inexplicable beauty, always pausing in my rounds to perve discreetly, I now feel an almost overwhelming magnetism that sticks me to my seat.

But there is someone else observing us; I can feel Sebastian’s scorn as surely as if he was waggling his finger disapprovingly in my face.

“Looks like your boyfriend doesn’t like me touching his property,” Kiril snickers, taking my other hand when I look in Sebastian’s direction. “Not one to share I take it.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, but I should…” I begin, but he cuts me off.

“Stay,” he commands quickly, a word from his mouth before he even thinks it over; he surprises even himself, as much written in the sudden – though fleeting – change in his countenance.  

Because that makes it so much better.

“Excuse me?” I snap, and whatever hold he’d had on me shatters. “Pardon me, Mr. Lambert, I should resume my duties. Please enjoy your drink.”

He lets me go, regaining his air of self-importance, but I hear him as I walk away – am sure I am supposed to.

“I think I would, very much.”

“Fraternising with customers now?” Sebastian almost accuses, the moment I am within earshot, and I feel myself souring further.

“Any issues?” I redirect, but Sebastian has me caught in a purposeful gaze.

“Miho,” he levels. “Kiril Lambert is not someone you want to get involved with.”

“Oh yes?” I sniff, undaunted by the seriousness of his expression. “Successful, influential, wealthy, and not shy about spending his money here,” I add.

I leave off how hot Kiril is – no sense in provoking Sebastian.

Working his jaw, Sebastian stares at me, attempting maybe to transmit his disdain via telepathy.

“It’s already not my night,” I sigh, finally heading for the stairs. “Please don’t make it worse.”

Surprisingly he doesn’t follow to my office, which is just as well.

Still, it means I’m alone as I flop down behind my desk, and beyond, Jazz’s empty workstation screams out her conspicuous absence.

It just doesn’t feel right without her, and it’s not just about the physical space she should be taking up – she means so much more to me than that. Her absence is like a hole, carved right through my perception of everything; we’re sisters in all but blood, and the only family either of us have left.

“What did he do to you?” I hiss to the room, but further ponderance of Konstantin’s involvement in Jazz’s disappearance is brutally shoved away by the feeling of someone driving an ice-pick through my skull.

But that isn’t the only sensation.

Against the lacquered wood I ball my fists, leaning forward like it might make the pain less severe, but my mind is tugged in the direction of a solid collision.

The ground.

Wet under my body.

In the darkness, afraid, and barely clinging to consciousness.

Vaguely I hear a question and a name.

“Alex?”

Groaning, I blink away the vision, and through clenched teeth I breathe moist patterns against the desktop. The images, the sensations, the emotions all feel so real.

Then it’s Kiril Lambert who floats into my mind; the gentle touch of refreshingly cool skin against the flush of mine lulls some of my present affliction. Desperately I want him to caress me again, and I realise it’s not just because of the way he so easily chased away my resurging migraine.

“And that’s just my thumb, Sparrow,” I hear him purr again, and though I hate the diminutive, I cannot deny the growing knot in my stomach and the tingling warmth in places I’d like to experience his other fingers.

Resisting the urge to allow my own hands to wander, I settle for some more aspirin and paracetamol, before heading back downstairs to work.

 Adding to my pre-existing irritation, the sensitive throb of my nethers doesn’t fade as the night wears on, any more than my headache. Crossing the basement nightclub dance floor, nodding to Kara as I go, I’m afforded the occasional, incidental bump in the right spot and it sends a shudder of pleasure through my body – and though Sebastian and I have enjoyed each other’s company many times since he came to work at the club, it’s Kiril Lambert who flashes into my mind.

Avoiding him is suddenly not so easy when my feet seem to have a will of their own, but I stop in my tracks on the far side of the lounge, when I find he is now not alone.

“Of course he’s not,” I chide myself. “Come to the club and just sit there for hours alone? Him?”

No indeed. He’s surrounded by his typical entourage of slender beauties, who stroke down his lapel, touch his skin, murmur against it.

Perhaps he feels my gaze as it lingers too long, because he looks through his company at me; they don’t seem to notice he is no longer with them, as surely as if he’d gotten up and walked away.

“Feeling lonely, Sparrow?” he smirks, I see the question glow in those green pools that penetrate me so thoroughly.

And I don’t even think I mind, not that I’d ever admit it aloud.

”Ah, not lonely, something else?”

His smile grows wider with certainly as his gaze wanders down my body.

“Am I actually hearing him in my head?” I scoff at myself. “You have bigger issues to worry about than your libido.”

“Speaking of bigger things…” I hear him grin, as I turn away and force myself to shift toward the lounge bar.

Which is just as well considering the insolent flick of my hair causes a chandelier to drop and brain me: not literally, obviously, but that is certainly how it feels.

Clutching the edge of the bar, I lean against it heavily with my eyes tightly shut, and Morris the bartender is quick to show his concern – and he is not alone.

Faintly, I hear a woman yelp, then the touch of a hand against the small of my back.

“Still broken, Sparrow?” Kiril whispers into my ear, leaning a little over my shoulder.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” I gasp out, trembling and unable to open my eyes.

Though Morris puts a glass of water in front of me, I don’t notice, too busy shaking, too busy glaring into the face of someone I vaguely recognise and the way his teeth are bared threateningly.

“Where is she?” I hiss, losing my legs to slump back into Kiril’s arms, whimpering pathetically.

“What did you do?” Sebastian barks, and his voice rings in my ears as he rushes up to pull Kiril away by the shoulder.

Kiril’s response is to slap Sebastian’s hand away, but he neither confirms or denies his involvement in my debilitated state.

Had I not been just about ready to empty my stomach on any available pair of shoes, I might have wondered at the ferocity of their accusatory glares, that, and the origin of the prevailing notion in my mind – both a source of agony and truth.

“Alex knows where Jazz is!” I exclaim breathlessly, but the moment the sentence is from my mouth I want to curl into a ball. “Fuck me…”

“Another night, perhaps,” I vaguely hear Kiril murmur.

“Back up,” Sebastian commands savagely, and I feel his arms close in around me.

So warm, but there is something I suddenly miss about delightful prickle of cool skin, and from Sebastian’s embrace I blink away tears to fix my watery gaze upon Kiril once more.

“Where’s Alex?” I hiss, but my body is suddenly exhausted, and I collapse against Sebastian’s chest.

To this I get no answer, not that I could actually process it if I had.

All I want is for the evening to swallow me completely, to wrap me in darkness that steals away the terrible vortex of torment tearing my brain to shreds.

 __________

 With refined detachment, Kiril watched Sebastian easily sweep Miho into a princess carry, but he found himself captivated by the limp swing of her arm when the other man stepped away. Crushing a surprisingly tenacious desire to snatch Miho away like a jealous dog over a bone, he instead watched Pale’s head of security disappear with his prize, without stirring further.

He was by no means oblivious to Miho’s amateur – though by no means insignificant - investigation into the disappearance of her business partner; he was aware she’d ruffled many feathers by shouting out the name Konstantin in places she was sure she’d be heard.

Oh, she’d been heard.

Smirking, Kiril didn’t even bid farewell to his vacuous company, and left Pale without a fuss, pressing his phone lightly to his ear.

“Ah cousin dear,” he drawled, his free hand in his pocket as he strolled down the street. “I love what you’ve done with that problem from last night.”

There was a short silence, before a female voice responded.

“Are you following up?” she queried and didn’t sound especially impressed about it. “You?”

“Pure happenstance,” he shrugged, even though his cousin could obviously not see him. “I heard the girl nearly got herself killed by one of Konstantin’s fanboys.”

“What’s your angle, Kiril?” she asked suspiciously. “Why the interest?”

“We both know full well she’s hunting for Konstantin because he’s abducted her friend,” he responded – because abduction was no big deal. “What I don’t know, Narumi, is why you didn’t erase her desire to find him.”

“You don’t think her sudden disinterest in the location of her business partner and best friend would be a little suspicious?” Narumi volleyed, and Kiril could tell she was annoyed – just as she always became annoyed when he challenged her. “Especially to the likes of Sebastian Ross.”

“Oh yes, and he is very interested in her, a real knight in shining armour,” Kiril chuckled, stopping at an intersection to wait for traffic.

“Don’t provoke him, Kiril; I don’t need the headache,” Narumi sighed, and Kiril got the impression of her rubbing her temples. “For once it’s Konstantin causing a stir, and unless you want Konrad on the warpath, just stay out of this and let me handle it.”

The mention of Konrad caused Kiril’s top lip to peel back in a sneer.

“Where is Konstantin and his little friend?” he grated between his teeth, stepping – no, stalking – across the road.

“I haven’t located them yet,” Narumi admitted. “He’s doing a remarkable job of concealing himself.”

“Remarkable, isn’t that him just all over,” Kiril huffed, abruptly taking the hand of a passing woman.

She looked at him quizzically, before smiling and staring wordlessly: starry-eyed.

“If you find him before I do,” he continued into his phone, leading the woman along with him, “tell him I said hi.”

“Just stay out of this,” Narumi warned. “I mean i…”

But Kiril hung up and tucked his phone away, focusing on his present company.

“Hungry?”

__________

 In the darkness of my apartment, I’m alone again with Sebastian. Murmuring a mixture of concern and how much trouble I am, he helps me to the bedroom and sits me down on the end of the bed.

“I’ll get you some water,” he says in a low voice, his hand still resting on my shoulder. “Think you can get undressed by yourself?”

There is nothing untoward about his question, not even a hinting undercurrent of lust; he could take advantage, but he doesn’t – that’s the kind of man he is.

“It’s not so bad anymore,” I reply, slowly sliding the jacket from my shoulders.

No sudden moves just the same.

“I’d say you’re working too hard, but I know that’s in your nature, so, what’s going on?” he questions, and though it’s dim I can see him frowning. “In the year and a half I’ve known you, you’ve never had so much as a sniffle.”

“There is the whole best friend missing and nearly getting run over thing,” I point out a little snappishly, but it’s a measure of my low tolerance levels rather than any actual anger I have toward him. “I’m sorry, Sebastian, I don’t know – I just have this terrible feeling something horrible has happened Jazz, that I’m so close to finding her but she’s just beyond me reach.”

Blinking, I find my cheeks wet again, and Sebastian gently wipes his thumbs across my cheeks.

“Do you want me to stay?” he asks, and though he’s a seriously impressive looking man, this inquiry leaves his lips unsure, tentative.

If I was able to think more clearly, I would certainly challenge him; though we care for one another as friends, he made it clear very early on our relationship beyond that was just physical: a way for us to relieve some of the tension in our lives without romantic entanglements and all the obligations that come with. He has never stayed and never asked to, always leaving when we’re both satisfied.

Saying yes might lead to something I don’t need, but I know right now I don’t want to be alone.

My chin drops forward before lifting again, and the warmth of his palm cupping one cheek is a reassurance I’m grateful for.

“Okay,” he smiles simply, crouching a moment to unzip my boots and slide them away. “Hop into bed, I’ll get you that water and be right back.”

Sighing, I undress to my panties and slip a t-shirt on – normally Sebastian wouldn’t get to see such a thing, the Miho ‘home-body’ in her unflattering night clothes, but it’s not something I worry about.

What I want is to be held, and stroked, and told everything will be okay – that I’ll wake up tomorrow and Jazz will be back, no harm done, and this blasted headache will be long gone.

Wordlessly upon his return, Sebastian strips down to his underwear and joins me beneath the duvet, leaving me no time to appreciate the stirring cut of his physique. Instead, I settle for the strong coil of his arms around me, and snuggle against his firm chest, inhaling slowly.

“Just close your eyes,” he whispers into my hair, but it’s not his voice I hear.

Kiril Lambert.

His are the fingers weaving softly through my hair, his breath against the side of my head, his ankles entwined with mine. Just as it had, sitting across from him in the booth with my wrist in his grip, the pain my skull abates, and I am left with a slowly growing ball of tension in my stomach.

“You okay?” Sebastian queries, leaning his head back.

My answer is to kiss him, a slow and searching notion, probing for interest.

The tense of his body and then the smooth of his hands down to the small of my back is his response, but he ends the dance of our tongues.

“I don’t think this is what you need right now,” he tells me, but his body is already telling me what he needs.

“I don’t want to think,” I hiss, my voice a little hoarse, and his response to the trail of my fingers to the band of his boxer briefs and beneath is to clench his jaw. “So get naked and fuck me.”

These words are the kind of vulgar imperative I might use in a moment of passion to provoke him, not the kind of thing one says while vulnerable; but I can’t help it, I suddenly need it.

Also surprised he hesitates, but not for long when I palm him firmly and bite into his lower lip, at which point Kiril takes hold of the hem of my t-shirt and tears it all the way to my throat.

Yep.

It’s Kiril Lambert’s weight I feel pressing over me, and into me not long after, his shoulder-blades I’m digging my fingernails into and his hips my legs are wrapped around. Gentle at first, I feel he doesn’t want to hurt me but is definitely holding back – he needs encouragement, and my teeth sinking into the taut flesh of his shoulder and the arch of my body to deepen our contact provides this.

The night is a heavy blanket that hides us from each other’s sight, but through the fierce thrust and grab, and the heady thickness of panting breaths and desirous moans, I can clearly see the ravenous depths of Kiril’s gaze by which I am willingly consumed.

PART 2

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A story of personal growth. PRODUCTION COMPANY Wildebeest PRODUCER Jessica Galea 
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER Stu McCullough DIRECTOR Julian Lucas
1ST ASSISTANT DIRECTOR Tim Williams PRODUCTION MANAGER Gemma Murphy DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY Max Walter FIRST CAMERA ASSISTANT Lachlan Wright SECOND CAMERA ASSISTANT Agatha Lee GAFFER James Thompson BEST PERSON #1 Jack Donald-McDowell BEST PERSON #2 Akash Vijayakumar 
BEST PERSON #3 Lawrence Mccrab
PHOTOGRAPHER Timothy Lambert

PRODUCTION DESIGNER Imogen Walsh ART ASSIST Shanahbelle Macdonald
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’Treat You Right' was: Produced by: Sam Hales Mixed by: Konstantin Kersting and Sam Hales Mastered by: Leon Zervos at Studios 301, Sydney Management by: Stu McCullough, Hannah Morrison and Brigid Langford at Amplifire

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2020 AZ Awards Winners

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2020 AZ Awards Winners

International Architecture Prize Finalists – International Architectural Competition

23 Sep 2020

2020 AZ Awards Winners

AZ Awards 2020 Architecture Competition, Canada – International

The first-ever virtual AZ Awards Gala featured inspiring special appearances by All-Star guests and the 20 winners of the AZ Awards 2020, participating from their homes and offices around the world. The local and international architecture world came together in a big way!

On Friday, September 18, AZURE took to the world wide web and social media platforms to reveal the 20 winners of the 2020 AZ Awards. These standouts in categories as varied as product design, architecture, landscape architecture, concepts, and student work represent the very best work being created today. They include a spiraling tower that rises above the forest floor in Denmark, a public swimming pool sanitized by natural processes (no chlorine!), and an ethereal light fixture that seems to disappear when switched off. The winners were awarded a unique trophy designed by Luca Nichetto, one of this year’s AZ Awards jurors, made of glass blown in his native Venice.

The four other jurors were: Canadian architect Omar Gandhi, designer Stephanie Davidson of Davidson Rafailidis, architect Marion Weiss of New York’s Weiss/Manfredi, and Los Angeles landscape architect Mia Lehrer. They selected the 20 AZ Awards Winners and 48 Awards of Merit, chosen from 1,241 entries from 47 countries.

In the unusual year that has been 2020, jurors met remotely and across various time zones. For the gala, the requisite physical distancing was maintained without sacrificing the style and fun of previous years. The virtual gala featured special appearances by 10 All-Stars from around the world, including Karim Rashid, Yves Béhar, Martha Schwartz, and Nader Tehrani, who shared their words of congratulations and inspiration. There was even a signature cocktail fashioned by none other than Yabu Pushelberg!

AZURE thanks all the friends, supporters, and viewers who made tonight a success – and congratulates all the winners and finalists of the 10th annual AZ Awards. In a landmark year, AZURE celebrates the winners and finalists of the 10th annual AZ Awards.

The 2020 AZ Awards Gala is now available for viewing on AZURE’s Youtube and Facebook channels.

The 2020 AZ Awards is presented by JennAir, Keilhauer, and Landscape Forms and sponsored by Cosentino and Great Gulf.

The 2020 AZ Awards Gala sponsors are Dark Tools, George Brown School of Design, Improve, and Scavolini.

Winner in Architecture, Buildings Over 1,000 Square Metres Neri&Hu Design and Research Office: Aranya Art Center, Qinhuangdao, China

Winner in Architecture, Buildings Under 1,000 Square Metres Gh3* architecture: Borden Park Natural Swimming Pool, Edmonton, Canada

Winner and People’s Choice in Architecture, Multi-Unit Residential Buildings Summary: VDC, Vale de Cambra, Portugal

Winner in Architecture, Single-Family Houses Mork-Ulnes Architects: Skigard Hytte, Kvitfjell, Norway

Winner and People’s Choice in Architecture, Adaptive Re-Use Atelier tao+c: Capsule Hotel in a Rural Library, Qinglongwu, China

Winner in Architecture, Temporary and Experiential Installations Lambert & Fils with DWA Design Studio: Caffè Populaire, Milan, Italy

Winner in Furniture Design Molteni&C: Surf Sofa by Yabu Pushelberg

Winner and People’s Choice in Landscape Architecture EFFEKT Architects: Forest Tower, Rønnede, Denmark

Winner and People’s Choice in Design, Lighting Fixtures Flos: Noctambule by Konstantin Grcic

Winner and People’s Choice in Design, Furniture Systems and Collections Fantoni with Gensler: Atelier

Winner and People’s Choice in Design, Lighting Installations Stacklab: Temporary Tyvek Lighting Installation at Stackt Market, Toronto, Canada

Winner in Design, Architectural Products Tarkett North America: iD Mixonomi

Winner and People’s Choice in Design, Interior Products Pair: Toast by Studio Hopkins

Winner in Residential Interiors Johnson Chou: ShadowBox, Toronto, Canada

Winner and People’s Choice in Concepts, Ideas and Prototypes EFFEKT Architects: The Urban Village Project

Winner in Commercial and Institutional Interiors Manea Kella: Casa Popeea, Brăila, Romania

Winner in Environmental Leadership Dorte Mandrup: The Wadden Sea Centre, Ribe, Denmark

Winner of the A+ Student Award Connery Friesen (University of Manitoba): In the Spirit of Shibui: Re-Animating the Ruins of Fukushima

Winner in Concepts, Unbuilt Buildings Moriyama & Teshima Architects: Honey Bee Research Centre at the University of Guelph

Winner and People’s Choice in Social Good Studio Lotus: Krushi Bhawan, Bhubaneswar, India

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The Witcher 3’s Geralt and Ciri Fan Art Created Entirely by Burning Wood

July 15, 2020 11:26 AM EST

The Witcher 3 artwork treated with igni by The Burning Easel Art.

As you can probably tell by sieving through the DualShocker’s website, we adore all things The Witcher 3 related. Whether that’s some Witcher gaming news, information about the highly anticipated second season of Netflix’s The Witcher, or some outstanding Witcher fan art, you can be guaranteed to satisfy all your monster hunter needs and more right here. From personally contributing to many of The Witcher 3 fan art articles, I’ve come across many talented artists whose knack for creating stunning pieces of art is out of this world but, until now, I have never seen The Witcher fan art made entirely out of pyrography and it’s an absolute joy to watch.

The Burning Easel Art over on Facebook is a place for those who love a strange and darker touch to their artwork. Using the technique of pyrography which is the freehanded art of decorating wood or other materials with burn marks with tools such as a heated iron, The Burning Easel creates hauntingly beautiful creations. As we can see from the picture below, the artist has used this method to produce a stunning picture of Geralt of Rivia and Ciri from The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt. Having firstly traced out the desired art imprint onto the wood, the artist then uses a wood-burning iron to glide over the outlines. Depending on shading, the iron can be manipulated by either lightly holding it or applying pressure to create a deeper tone to the artwork. As you can see in some of the close-up images of the artwork, the amount of details that has gone into the piece is astounding.

Another nice touch is the added candle in the photo-shoot of the wood-burned drawing and also the model who is holding it seems to be dressed as Yennefer herself giving the exhibition a real witchery feel. After finishing the piece, the artist added on decorated small adhesive jewels to Ciri’s strap. Having spent about 32 hours completing the piece, not including the painting itself, it was ready to show off. To get a feel of what work goes into this type of wood-burning art, you can check out a video of the artist using their burning iron below.

The showrunner for Netflix’s The Witcher, Lauren S. Hissrich, gushed on Twitter about her excitement that her show is being renewed stating “I could not be more proud of what the amazing cast and crew of The Witcher have accomplished, and can’t wait for the world to dig in and enjoy these stories with us,” whilst attaching an image of two swords from the show to her tweet as well. When season 2 does land on Netflix, we will be greeted by a few new faces that will be joining the cast of The Witcher. The seven new cast members to join the series is Yasen Atour as Coen, Agnes Bjorn as Vereena, Paul Bullion as Lambert, Kristofer Hivju as Nivellen, Thue Ersted Rasmussen as Eskel, Aisha Fabienne Ross as Lydia and Mecia Simson as Francesca. For those of you who love Killing Eve, you’ll notice a familiar face in the next season. Kim Bodnia, who plays the role of Konstantin in the spy-action thriller, will play Geralt’s father figure and the oldest Witcher on the continent, Vesemir.

The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt celebrated its 5-year anniversary a few months ago so, naturally, I took to my keyboard to type out why I still love it so much to this very day. If you have a few minutes, you can check that out right here. For all things monsters and mythology from The Witcher Netflix show, take a look at this guide that goes into great detail about the lore of the monsters that Geralt encounters.

Be sure to check out our own review for the Netflix series The Witcher here. If gaming is more your style, The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt is available now on PS4, Xbox One, Nintendo Switch, and PC.

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As the festival enters its final days, we round up the funniest gags on offer this year

Friday, 23rd August 2019, 09:28 am

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John Luke Roberts: I remember what my grandmother said to me on her deathbed. She said: ‘I wish I’d bought a normal bed.’ (Photo: Natasha Pszenicki)

I remember what my grandmother said to me on her deathbed. She said: ‘I wish I’d bought a normal bed.’ John Luke Roberts, Assembly Studio Two, 5.30pm

I went for my driving test the other day and the instructor said, ‘you’re in the wrong gear’. I said, ‘Why? What’s wrong with this tuxedo?’Nick Helm Pleasance Dome, 5.40pm; read i’s review of the show here

The best thing about being disabled is nobody ever wants you to babysit. In case you drop them. And recruit them. Rosie Jones, Pleasance Courtyard, 7pm

Do you reckon the band Chic ever found any takers for that free cow they were always trying to get rid of?Joz Norris, Heroes at the Hive, 4.40pm

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What do I want played at my funeral? Rugby.Goodbear, Pleasance Dome, 9.40pm

True crime documentaries are the only time the entertainment industry will take a chance on an unknown female lead. Jena Friedman, Assembly George Square Studios, 9.20pm

My teacher told me to make a vacuum – I thought, no pressure then.Leo Kearse Gilded Balloon, 9.15pm

Rosie Jones: ‘The best thing about being disabled is nobody ever wants you to babysit. In case you drop them. And recruit them’

In his job my dad’s never lost a case. That makes him Gatwick’s top baggage handler.Glenn Moore, Pleasance Courtyard, 4pm

I find it hard to believe Melania Trump had a body double for public appearances. It would definitely be for the private stuff. Laura Lexx, Gilded Balloon, 5.15pm

My mate came second in a Winston Churchill lookalike competition. He was close, but no cigar. Goose, Assembly George Square, 5.20pm

My mother doesn’t like the word vagina, so she calls it a ‘Lulu’ which was very confusing when I met my cousin Lulu, who coincidentally is a c***.Janine Harouni, Pleasance Courtyard, 5.45pm; read i’s review of the show here

Do I enjoy randomly appointing people to judicial positions? I’ll let you be the judge of that.Ivo Graham, Pleasance Courtyard, 7pm; read i’s review of the show here

I didn’t have sex at university for religious reasons. God hates me.Phil Wang Pleasance Courtyard, 8pm; read i’s review of the show here

Tiff Stevenson: ‘Jeremy Hunt has said he would lower abortion limit to 12 weeks. That’s funny because I’d raise it to whatever age Jeremy Hunt is’ (Photo: Steve Ullathorne)

My grandad died on April Fool’s Day. Every year for 10 years. Rhys James, Pleasance Courtyard, 6.30pm

I’m pleased to be getting a beer belly, I’ve always wanted a father figureCam Spence, Pleasance Courtyard, 4:30pm

I love Lorraine Kelly. I’m a big fan of her earlier work – the stuff she does before quarter to nine.Martha McBrier, Laughing Horse @ The Counting House, 7.15pm

Jeremy Hunt has said he would lower abortion limit to 12 weeks. That’s funny because I’d raise it to whatever age Jeremy Hunt is.Tiffany Stevenson, Monkey Barrel, 9.15pm

A cowboy asked me if I could help him round up 18 cows. I said, ‘Yes, of course, that’s 20 cows’.Jake Lambert, Pleasance Courtyard, 8.15pm

My new boyfriend told me he’s got my face as his wallpaper, which I thought was cute until I saw his lounge.Steff Todd, Just the Tonic @ The Caves, 2pm

As a Russian, I admire Jeremy Corbyn – he’s tough. The KGB could interrogate him for a week and still not find out what his position on Brexit is.Konstantin Kisin, Gilded Ballon, 7pm

Ivo Graham’s sixth show at the Edinburgh Fringe is about becoming a dad

I fully support the school strikers on climate change. I’m just annoyed that they didn’t call it the minors’ strike.Matt Winning, Pleasance Courtyard, 4.25pm

When applying for a job as an estate agent, the interviewer worried that my CV was a bit small. I said ‘actually it’s really cosy’ and I was immediately hired.Alex Kealy, Just the Tonic at the Caves, 6.40pm 

Did you know the word ‘Ikea’ is actually made up of two Swedish words? “Ika”, meaning “Sunday”, and “Keya”, meaning “f***ing ruined.”The Scummy Mummies, Assembly Rooms, 7.50pm

I won Jewish comedian of the year, my mum was judging, then again, she always does.Joe Bor, Laughing Horse @ The Lockup, Cowgate, 3.45pm

Some people think being working class is a negative thing but I think there’s loads of benefits. I’ve claimed them all.Kelly Convey, Pleasance Courtyard, 7.15pm

I got invited to a gender reveal party – when you invite all your friends over to find out the gender of your child and release pink balloons if it’s a girl or blue balloons if it’s going to earn more.Robin Morgan, The Pear Tree, 4.05pm

They say some people ‘inhale books’. I know someone who injects books right into his veins. Particularly ones with female protagonists. He’s a heroine addict.Izzy Mant, Underbelly Bristo Square, 2.50pm

Adam Hess: ‘It must be annoying for clocks that from their perspective their hands are moving anti-clockwise’ (Photo: Matt Crockett)

I know that Banksy’s my dad, because I never see him.Flo & Joan, Assembly George Square Gardens, 6pm

I tell my friends I’m here for them 24/7 because it sounds better than saying I’m only here for them on the 24th of July.Andy Field, Just the Tonic, 2.10pm

It must be annoying for clocks that from their perspective their hands are moving anti-clockwise.Adam Hess, Pleasance Courtyard, 7.15pm

With enough revs and determination any restaurant is a drive-thru. Tom Taylor, Pleasance Courtyard, 6pm

My name is Sukh, which is short for Sukhjeet, which is Sanskrit for you’re never going to find it on a fucking keyring in a gift shop.Sukh Ojla, Gilded Balloon, 5:15pm

I haven’t looked up the definition of hyperbole in, like, forever.Caitlin Cook, Just the Tonic at the Grassmarket Centre, 5.50pm

British people are like coconuts. Hard on the outside but sweet once you crack us. Also often found full of alcohol and holding an umbrella.Milo McCabe, Underbelly, 5.30pm

Catherine Bohart: ‘I suppose lesbian sex is a bit like cricket, in that it goes on forever and there’s a lot of men watching it at home, alone, on the internet’

I’m making a TV series about the different parts of my gas cooker – I’ve already filmed the pilot.Olaf Falafel, Laughing Horse @ The Pear Tree, 2.50pm

I’m pretty sure Jesus is Gay because every time I go to God’s house he’s got pictures of him on the wall with 12 hot guys having brunch.James Barr, Underbelly, 5.20pm

I suppose lesbian sex is a bit like cricket, in that it goes on forever and there’s a lot of men watching it at home, alone, on the internet. Catherine Bohart, Pleasance Courtyard, 6pm

I look the wrong way when crossing the road, so people think I just got back from Paris.Joe Sutherland, Banshee Labyrinth, 10:10pm

My dad is like a black James Bond: it’d be great to see him, but he’s unlikely to make an appearance.Alexander Fox, Pleasance Courtyard, 6pm

In Poirot you meet six really posh people, and you know one of them is going to be murdered. In real life, you rarely get such good odds.Alasdair Beckett-King, Pleasance Dome, 6.50pm 

In my show we won’t be using things like a Ouija Board. Or if you don’t speak French – a Yesja board.SÉAYONCÉ, Assembly George Square, 10.20pm 

Ahir Shah: ‘The Arab Spring was 8 years ago. I thought “How long can a crisis conceivably last?”, and then I looked at my own personal life and was like “Yeah, that makes sense”’

My girlfriend and I are saving up for a mortgage, but it isn’t going very well – because sadly, all of our grandparents are still alive. Matt Richardson, Just the Tonic at The Tron, 9pm

Devon, the county of the UK where you put the cream on the scone before voting Leave.Ivo Graham, Pleasance Courtyard, 7pm

I was living in my office for a while, until it failed its MOT.Jim Campbell, Just the Tonic at the Caves, 5.20pm

Scotland heckled Boris Johnson so badly he had to leave by the back door, like one of his mistresses.Grace Campbell, Gilded Balloon, 3.15pm; read i’s review here

I like to watch Love Your Garden when I have my tea and then True Crime before bed. I feel really confident about being able to bury a body and know what to plant on top of it.Lucy Beaumont, Pleasance Courtyard, 4.45pm  

Me and my partner were going to go on holiday to Norway this year but we costed it up and in the end we couldn’t af-fjord it. Tom Parry, Pleasance Courtyard, 6pm

The Arab Spring was 8 years ago. I thought “How long can a crisis conceivably last?”, and then I looked at my own personal life and was like “Yeah, that makes sense.”Ahir Shah, Monkey Barrel, 1.45pm

Behind every successful man is me, trying to get his attention.Lou Sanders, Monkey Barrel, 3.15pm; read i’s review of the show here

I find it quite ironic that erectile dysfunction is on the rise.Rob Auton, Assembly George Square, 2.50pm 

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SPORTS AGENDA: ITV in negotiations for £30m four-year racing contract

It is a big week for ITV Racing, negotiating a new £ 30 million, four-year TV contract after 2020 to go.

Another strong Cheltenham Festival

Behind the camera's, the flourishing relationship between ITV Racing presenters Francesca Cumani and Oli Bell seem to go strong and it will be interesting to see how much they share the screen on what will become their first Festival as a couple.

On the clothing front, all eyes will be on Liz Hurley on Tuesday afternoon while presenting the Unibet Champion Hurdle Challenge Trophy.

It remains to be seen if she will wear something like the outfit she wore for the Thanksgiving dinner of last year with the American ambassador, but a warning: it snowed on Sunday in Cheltenham and is predicted to be cold and wet.

Horse racing officials could have done it without the shame of a wrong result that was called Saturday in Sandown.

The British Horseracing Authority will also hope for a favorable outcome in Westminster this week, with a no-deal Brexit set to have a huge impact on the movement of horses – especially between Great Britain and Ireland.

Ticket sales for & # 39; An Evening with Peter Beardsley & # 39; at the Hilton Hotel in Gateshead it does not look good on Friday. Discount website Groupon offered £ 65 seats for £ 45.

Beardsley, who last week abandoned his role as coach of Newcastle's Under 23 after accusations of bullying, is also due to 150 punters at a Carlisle fundraising event on Friday.

But his point is that the & # 39; elite & # 39; from four-year-olds & bloody madness & # 39; was, state. Do you want to be told that you are not good enough at four?

Peaty sits in the dope while leading the dashboard for cash for the new £ 15.2 million International Swimming League, supported by millionaire energy magnate Konstantin Grigorishin, whose art collection alone reportedly worth more than £ 230 million

Peaty is one of the demanding swimmers, FINA, give more prize money to athletes, but is also attracted by Grigorishin's ban on swimmers who have imposed a doping ban.

Peaty signed his contract this week at the Four Seasons Hotel on Park Lane, where two butlers were present to provide a handful of journalists

SW19 play safely with the boss

New Wimbledon chairman Ian Hewitt turns 72 years when he takes over Philip Brook in December.

He was chosen before rival.

He was chosen before rival candidates Michael Gradon and Bruce Wetherill in what was reportedly a split voice in the main committee, which eventually chose Hewitt as a "safe pair of hands & # 39 ;.

He walks to what has become a feverish world of tennis politics. The ATP Tour for men is in a state of almost civil war after the deposition of his supreme Chris Kermode last week by a party led by Novak Djokovic.

Summing up the chaos is that one of the co-plotters of Djokovic, ATP board member and former American pro Justin Gimelstob, this week in Los Angeles is found guilty of mistreatment. It is claimed that Gimelstob touched a friend of his ex-wife more than 50 times before Halloween – while he was dressed as a Top Gun pilot.

Ryan Giggs' brother, Rhodri, is supposed to have paid only £ 35,000 to appear in the cringe-worthy bookmaker's ad that is fun for the former Manchester United's affair with his former sister-in-law. It's called: & loyalty is dead. & # 39; Well, delete.

The Premier League will follow

UEFA published this week the reasons why the Video Assistant Referee system Manchester United awarded the stoppage-time penalty that brought them through the Champions League quarterfinals at cost

The recording of Twenty20 cricket at the 2022 Commonwealth Games in Birmingham was supported by the ECB, ICC and now the World Cricket Committee of MCC.

Women's cricket in Edgbaston would be a wonderful addition to the Games, but the decision now lies with the Birmingham 2022 organizing committee, which will make its proposal to the Commonwealth Games Federation by the end of May

Costs are an important factor, while archery, shooting, para-table tennis and volleyball also fight for admission.

The double Olympic rower gold medalist started a Masters in Human Evolution and would be the oldest man to compete in the race, and surpassed Andy Probert, who was 38 when he coaxed Cambridge in 1992.

] It is said that many agents have the decision of the FA to ban intermediaries from youth international youth in England.

FA policy prohibits representatives from attending matches of under 15 years of age to under 18 unless they are competitive and open to the public.

Several agents have

Sports Agenda told However, there is still concern that some agents are sneaking into England youth games that occur as family members. It is clear that the FA has an impossible task to read through everyone present. Contribution by: Marcus Townend, Laura Lambert, Mike Dickson, Kieran Gill, Craig Hope and Adam Crafton

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Official Trailer for 'Sobibor' About a Soviet Escaping from a Nazi Camp

"We'll never forgive them again." Samuel Goldwyn Films has debuted an official trailer for the true story World War II survival thriller Sobibor, about the revolt and escape at the concentration camp known as Sobibór in Poland. The story goes that, after only three weeks imprisoned at this Nazi death camp in Poland in 1943, Soviet Officer Alexander Pechersky organized a mass revolt and prison break, successfully escaping and helping many of the other prisoners escape as well. Many of the escapees were later caught and died - but the rest, led by Pechersky, eventually joined the resistance. The film stars Konstantin Khabenskiy as Pechersky, who is also making his directorial debut on this film, with a full cast including Christopher Lambert, Mariya Kozhevnikova, Michalina Olszanska, Philippe Reinhardt, Maximilian Dirr, Mindaugas Papinigis, and Wolfgang Cerny. This seems to be yet another intense WWII concentration camp film, but with some hope considering they did successfully rise up against their captors. Check it out. ›››

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