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[artmolonara]

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[godzillajuniorreborn]

I'm surprised nobody's making this comparison

Seriously, that was my first thought upon seeing the B.E.A.S.T. Glove.

[teacupballerina]

I asked in the past about what type of relationships would Decter have with the PPG. This time, I'm curious about your headcanoning with this one:

What would relationships would Mandark have with the PPG Rogue Gallery, specifically Mojo, the RRB, Princess, and HIM?

I like using Super Secret Crisis War as a spring-off point, so to me Mandark used to be Mojo's "teammate". They're from different worlds though, they don't really "meet" often. Fanfic specials only.

Both Mandark and Dexter are too consumed by their experiments to really care about anything unless it threatens them OR gives them a chance to swoop in and save the world. Mandark at least has the obsession with DEEEEEEE DEEEEEEEE that sorta tethers him to reality and makes him give a shit (while simultaneously making him delusional). I mean, he betrayed Aku and fucked up the whole plan for her; he's comfortable in evil, but won't hesitate to discard it if Deedee is in danger. It doesn't mean THAT much to Mandark to be "Evil", it's just useful to be evil in the name of science, where ethics might get in the way of progress and innovation.

He probably dismisses all of Townsville and the rest of their "world" as completely ridiculous, seeing his own dimension as the better, more "logical" one. I can see him trying to find or steal Chemical X once he learns it's a distilled version of his former boss, perhaps even using it to develop new robots the way Extor does in Samurai Jack.

As far as the Townsvillains go, I really don't think he would care unless one of them went after Deedee because DEXTER started screwing with them first.

[localgirlbecomesobsessed]

I need a lawyer

I just wanted to write about a xena misadventure

I’ve been awake since 5am I haven’t proof read but hope you still enjoy🙂‍↕️

Dante sighed as he looked at the girl before her. She stood perfectly still awaiting for someone else to break the silence as they both gazed at the photo in his hand.

“This is definitely you Xena.”

He flipped the photo to check it again, confirming to himself once again that it was definitely her.

“Nope.”•_•

She shook her head staring at the picture of herself throwing someone onto the ground. It wasn’t her most perfect osoto so it’s kind of annoying Dante got a picture of it. More so that she didn’t even notice someone taking a picture, she thought the guys would just stay down instead of going crying to a teacher about it like they’re still in high school.

“Xena…just admit it was you and then We can deal with it.”

She avoided eye contact as she deeply sighed glancing at the door as she awaited for the star of the show to come.

“Nah.”

Dante seemed absolutely infuriated as he stared at the young lady before him, he was about to try once again when the door slammed open revealing Ritsu Shinjo.

“Miss.Xena not another word, professor Dante please allow me a moment with my client.”

Ritsu guided her away to the other side of the room, he was showing her something on his phone and she just nodded along in disinterest . Dante was not amused as he glared at the two, he was expecting Leo to come so at least this was less of an headache.

Or so he thought.

“Sir my client is not guilty of what you’re accusing her.”

Dante sighed once more as he stared at Ritsu in disbelief.

“There’s photographic proof, witness proof-two of the guys have broken collar bones and black eyes, the other have a broken arm. These injuries can only be done by judo moves done by a black belt-how many people do you think have that level belt in Darkwick?”

Ritsu shuffled the papers that had manifested from his briefcase handing them over abruptly to Dante who quickly evaluated the evidence.

“These are the victims of your accuser, a history of physical violence and mental anguish as well as extor-“

Dante quickly handed the evidence back to Ritsu as he sighed once again glancing over to Xena.

“So what does that have to do with xena assaulting them?”

Ritsu shook his head in disappointment as he briskly walked over to Dante’s side, handing him his phone as the next part of his defence.

“Please Watch and pay attention professor.”

Dante watched indulging the two who patiently waited. The video started with Xena walking out of the tuck shop, the small group of sinostra students quickly began catcalling and surrounding her. Xena didn’t seem too bothered until she spotted Lyca approaching them, the supposed leader of the gang then said something the camera didn’t catch and he tried to swing for Xena who responded immediately by hurling him to the ground the fight continued as Xena fought off four other students,successfully taking them down.

Dante pursed his lips as he glanced between the two of them, silently handing Ritsu’s phone back as he leaned on the arm of his chair.

“As you can see mr.sakata swung first, after trying to antagonise my client and provoke her into attacking first-therefore she is innocent and can’t be conv-“

He was abruptly cut off as Dante stared at Xena who unflinchingly stared back.

“What’d he say to you?”

Xena wasn’t someone who acted in violence without thinking it through so it was strange she acted so carelessly, she did have a history of violence but that seemed to get under control after a while and there a haven’t been any recent noted mishaps in her file. Xena shook her head as she kept her hands behind her back, she wore the same expression as she usually wears…except she seemed more upset, more guarded.

“Nothing that bears repeating sir.”

Interesting…professor dante couldn’t help thinking, it was obviously about Lyca-he watched as Ritsu nervously glanced at the door.

Ah, Lyca must be just outside.

“Why didn’t you say it was self defence?”

She sighed this time, fidgeting with her hands as she debated how to answer, Dante and Ritsu waited patiently as she did.

“Would you have believed me?”

Dante’s head shot up in surprise, she seemed so fragile, so strangle…so tired as she asked. Dante knew she had a history of violence…but how many times was that in self defence? Did anyone care to ask…did anyone even believe her if she spoke up?

“I would have believed you.”

Ritsu spoke up before Dante could, he had an aura of confidence as he did standing as straight as Xena did as he nodded at her. Xena scoffed as she rolled her eyes, finally relaxing as she crossed her arms and leaned against the table next to her, seeming to take the trust Ritsu had in her in stride or trying to pretend it didn’t make her happy at least.

“You’re my lawyer you kind of have too…”

She fiddled with her hair as she glanced at Dante again trying to play off Ritsu’s words.

“I would believe you.”

He spoke quietly and awkwardly as the two maintained eye contact. She seemed to brighten as he said that, the tiny inch of trust she’s passed his way was evident in that moment.

“Okay, thank you.”

She didn’t seem to want to say anything else and maybe there wasn’t anything else to say in that moment, the hopefully well placed trust was in a strange balance that neither wanted to interrupt.

Dante threw the original paperwork into the bin as he started typing up his own report on the mishap. Ritsu started filing away his documents excitedly chattering away to Xena about how he knew he’d win the case easily and she had nothing to worry about.

She had a small smile on her face as she agreed to the sentiment, lyca burst through the doors agitated at having to wait so long and anxious from the whole ordeal. He nervously checked her over looking like an abandoned puppy when Xena scolded him as he practically jumped all around her.

“Ritsu~Lyca let’s go I’ll treat you to some of Sho’s food!” •_•

She grabbed her bag that had been unceremoniously dumped on the floor as the other two excitedly walked out the door.

Xena was close to follow but Dante stopped her as he quietly called out to her.

“Xena, I hope you know I’m here…to talk about anything else If you’re struggling, you’re a strong woman but…we all have our breaking points.”

Xena frowned, humming in deep thought as she turned back to the Man.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

[dross-the-fish]

How was Erik extoring so much money?

It was his "salary" for haunting the opera house. 20,000 francs per month and box five left open for his use, he did that for years.

[lillslillslilly]

CHAPTER FOUR

Chapter Four

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” Nikola’s caramelised voice sang as she watched Vic melting into the stool she was propped on. “She’s just a girl; you’ll be fine.”

“It doesn’t feel like that,” mumbled Vic under the tobacco lingering in breath. She shifted in her seat avoiding the eyes of her friend. Nikola was right though; she was sitting bricks over this. Why did she even invite her tonight? They don’t even know each other – three minor interactions do not count. She had acted on impulse earlier when she invited her, but why? Irritated by the anxious feeling pressing against her chest, she sighed trying to relieve it. Nikola had identified a tension in Vic the second she had come face to face with Maxine at the bakery a few hours earlier, which had still not un-tensed. Luckily for Vic, Nikola was the kind of friend that could read the room, and therefore hadn’t pried much on the topic. She didn’t want to have that conversation with Nik now, or later, or with anybody else at any point for that matter. Fortunately, she wouldn’t have to because as an act of sincerity from the universe, Maxine had just strolled through the door collecting every strand of attention Vic could extend. She hadn’t yet clocked onto Vic, whose eyes were locked onto her, completely infatuated. Vic had been restlessly observing the door of the coffee house since she arrived, awaiting Maxine’s presence that she so desperately and nervously required.

Her brunette curls, that Vic urgently wanted to run her hands through, intertwining her fingers in the cushioning softness, relaxed freely around her neck, face and ears, which a pair of pearl earrings existed upon. A smoky black lined her mesmerising emerald eyes into a delicate cat-eye shape and her lengthy lashes were curled and coated in a thin layer of mascara, filling them more. Her cheeks were caressed in a bubble-gum pink natural blush as though little drops of dye were saturating them from behind her skin; the colour in them hugged the singular beauty mark resting upon the left one, extracting it from its solidarity on her light-olive skin. Painted a bold red, her lips positioned themselves in a pout as she bit the bottoms of her gums – presumably out of discomfort or nerves. Vic’s focus resumed after redirecting to the girl’s significantly thought-out outfit – each item complimented her petite appearance faultlessly: she wore a wine-red vest-like top which grazed the rim of a charcoal, leather, pleated skirt that eased onto her thighs and tugged her waist exquisitely. Her feet carried the same Penny platformed heels that they had the previous night, though her short, slender legs were consumed in a sheer pair of tights now. A leather shirt-styled jacket in the same shade of red as her top engulfed her shoulders, shielding them from Vic’s perception, and a compact bag also of this same shade, was planted in her right hand. This hand hosted natural French tips, a minimalistic silver-band ring which wrapped around her pinkie finger, and a hollow heart-chained ring encircling her index finger. Vic’s eyes floated to her other hand, though it housed no jewellery unlike it’s opposing one.

She was a whole city glowing in the moonlight and Victoria was completely and totally dazed by her; she wanted to observe the view forever, uninterrupted. She watched intensely. A hair on top of a head; a goldfish in an ocean full of sea creatures; a petal on a daisy – Maxine stood small, displaced, in the crowd of entities, her eyes searching for the familiar face she was eagerly craving to see. Ear to ear, Vic felt a toothed grin fill out across her jaw as Maxine’s eyes connected to hers. Safe; secure.

Before her neurons detected any movement around her, Vic found Maxine stood a face away from where she was parked in her seat making their eyes connect at the same height for once. Her entire body filled with tingles; they lingered so close to one another, both captivated in each other’s irises extorting them to be completely unattached to their surroundings. Their senses become numb to everything around them – everything except one another, as if all the capability and power their five senses contained was sucked from the room and depleted onto one another. They were the only two people that mattered, or so it felt.

“You came,” Vic was able to exhume from her vocabulary, eventually anyway.

“Mhm,” Maxine hummed, “I said I would.” Her voice made the butterflies in Vic’s stomach awaken, fluttering in circles, composing nauseous goosebumps around her body. Her voice was warm like spices: cinnamon, ginger, vanilla. It was like the autumn: pumpkins, burnt orange and mustard leaves, campfires. It was cosy; it was gentle.

“Hi, I’m Nikola. We sort of unofficially met earlier at the bakery,” Nikki disclosed, gifting a friendly wave to Maxine, who reciprocated.

“I’m Maxine,” she said. There was something about the way that she articulated her own name that made Vic’s skin tickle and her heart accelerate in her chest. God, Maxine is such a beautiful name but the way she says it makes it extraordinary flawless.

“Would you like a coffee? I’m buying,” Nikola questioned, picking up her purse and her empty mug.

“Sure, thank you. Black coffee please.” Maxine replied.

Nikola called on Vic as well, however she shook her head as she held up a half full flat white.

“Okay, you two mingle and I’ll be right back.”

This is what Vic had been waiting on for hours: the two of them, eye to eye, undisturbed. She realised that Maxine was still standing in the same spot, her left foot crossed over her right and her hands anxiously fiddling with the handle of her bag.

“Oh, why don’t you…” she started, followed by her extracting the stool seated next to her from under the table. “Why don’t you sit?” Her hands quivered as she pulled them from the stool back up to her drink, reluctantly taking a sip. Maxine responded with a nod, before releasing the jacket from her torso and lying it onto the seat, unveiling a pearl necklace matching her earrings and italic scripture inked onto her collarbone. Vic’s eyes focused onto the tattoo, meanwhile the curly haired girl planted herself at the table.

She read the tattoo aloud, content cuddling her tone. “Choose kind. That’s pretty.” Max gazed at the girl next to her, following her eyes to her own collarbone, until she flicked them back into contact with the other girl’s as she gently swiped her finger along the words.

“Oh, this? Thanks. I forget it’s there sometimes.”

Victoria envied those fingertips; she so desperately desired to caress Max’s collarbone as they had. She fought to unfix her eyes from their lock onto that tattoo and wrestled to detach her mind from the thought. 

“I love your stars,” the autumn voice mellifluously whispered, making a flow of blood tint Vic’s cheeks.

“Thanks,” she giggled bashfully. Usually, Victoria had a sustainable level of confidence when conversing with another, however every single speck of it was spooked at the sight of Max. Max made her nervous – something nobody ever could do to Vic.

The two had entered a comfortable state of conversation (a foundation if you will) covering Max’s move to the city, Vic’s time working at the coffee house and Max’s bakery. It took a second for them to get started due to their nerves, however once they got going, they could not get enough of what each other had to bring to the discussion.

“We saw that there was a new bakery being renovated and we agreed that we had to investigate,” Vic stated, though she was cut off by Nikola rejoining the table, holding a coffee and a hot chocolate.

“And thank God we did as well. That pie was out of this world,” she sang the word gorgeous, holding the last syllable for a second. This made Max chuckle.

“Who’s gorgeous? Me? Yes, that would be correct,” a bold voice completely saturated in sass called from beside them. He bounced behind Nikola, locking his hands at her chest and leaning his head on hers. He suddenly became aware of the fourth presence at in the group, eyeing Max up and down.

“And who is this preciosa little one?” he asked, directing his question at Victoria with a grin. “Is this the cute little baker I’ve been made aware of? Oh, I love her already!” He was now leaping towards Max, wrapping his bony arms around her. “I’m Elliott, but you can call me Ellio.” His necklaces clicked together like keys as he lent back up to hover around the group. He patted down his top half which was dressed in a sparkly mesh material which faded his sepia skin underneath.

“Hi. I’m Maxine, Max – whatever works.” She already felt an unplanned comfort around him – he was charming and outgoing (definitely an extrovert considering he did just embrace her into a bear hug) which reduced some of the nausea she had been resisting. “Cute name,” he said before noticing somebody gesturing him to the back of the coffee house. “Shit, that’s my cue. Adiós, chicas.”

“It’s time!” Nikola exclaimed as she waved Elliott away.

He was performing an acoustic set, mixing between playing the guitar and the piano that were set up around him, with some of the songs Maxine recognised – one of them being a Rihanna song that made her reminisce on her teenage years. His voice was incredible – his vocal range wide, his tone full of sass and his breath control unmatched. He was really good at this. Victoria and Nikola would cheer and applaud louder than the whole of the crowd combined at the start and end of each song – they praised his talent like he was a celebrity, though he might as well have been with a voice like that, Max thought.

“This next song is a song that was introduced to me by one of my best friends,” Elliott announced to the crowd that filled the entirety of the coffee house. “It has stuck with me for a long time and so I’d love to share that with you all. I will need her help though.” He was grinning at Vic now with a devilish expression in his face. “Please welcome Victoria!”

Her face was fifteen shades of purple and disapproval was written in her squinting eyes. She wasn’t aware that he was going to do this, though she was not surprised either.

“I’m so going to smother him in his sleep later,” she grimaced as she raised from her seat, lifted her eyebrows and exhaled a sigh. The coffee house was infused with applause as Vic made her way to the piano next to Elliott. She glared at him as he let out a winning laugh and winked at her. Her friends were transparent to her, so she knew exactly what song he was referring to and therefore began to play after receiving a nod of approval from him.

“Songbird,” Maxine identified the introduction almost immediately as Vic began to play. “I love this song,” she said before turning silent in awe. Nikola peered at Max’s infatuated expression and lifted the corners of her mouth before realigning her focus onto her two friends at the head of the room.

Maxine had spent the last three and a half minutes absolutely consumed by Victoria; her eyes completely glued to her throughout the entire song. She hadn’t even acknowledged Elliott’s presence, though he was the one singing, because she was completely and totally engrossed in the angel at the piano.

______

It was around two in the morning when Wrenn arrived home from work to find her roommate asleep on the sofa in the living room. She placed her keys down and headed towards her sleeping friend, tucking her under the knitted blanket that had been folded on the sofa next to her.

She whipped her sunny locks as she turned to exit towards her bedroom when a hand contacted her arm.

“Sorry Maxie, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, it’s okay,” she sleepily mumbled, stirring.

“How did tonight go?” the blonde girl asked her roommate in a whisper.

“Mm, she’s perfect,” the roommate responded, slowing fading back out of consciousness. Wrenn blew out the lavender candle lit on the coffee table inches away from where Maxine had just re-dozed off, and spoke an affectionate “goodnight,” as she closed her bedroom door.

[444namesplus]

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[mongorevera]

DENUNCIA FBI A MILEI 🚨 LES SALIÓ MAL 🔥 REVELAN "ABOGADO PRESO POR EXTORS...

[mckoysnews-blog]

Four Charged in St. Elizabeth Ammunition Seizure

Police have charged four men following the seizure of ammunition during a spot check operation on Main Street, Santa Cruz, St. Elizabeth. The men are 27-year-old chef Horatio Thompson, also known as ‘Flex’ and ‘Muskeeno’ of Leith Hall, St. Thomas; 24-year-old Extor Beason, also known as ‘Daw’ and ‘Tweet’ of Old Pera, St. Thomas; Chandu Williams, also known as ‘Skull’ and ‘Andre’ of Leith Hall,…

[tseneipgam]

"of course, without the legitimacy of a flashy title at a blue-chip company, I wouldn't have a platform to say anything at all. Any value my words have in this country is derived from my association with its institutions: universities, banks, government. I can only repeat their words and hope to convey a kind of truth. Perhaps that's a poor justification for my own complicity. My part in convincing children that they, too, must endure. Silence, surely, was the least harmful choice."

"There's no time in October for more than peanut butter, traffic lights, and liberated slaves. It's disorien- tating, prevents you from forming an identity. Living in a place you're forever told to leave, without know- ing, without knowledge. Without history. After the war, the crumbling empire sent again for her colonial subjects. Not soldiers, this time, but nurses to carry a wavering NHS on their backs. Enoch Powell himself sailed upon Barbados and implored us, come. And so we came and built and mended and nursed; cooked and cleaned. We paid taxes, paid extor- tionate rent to the few landlords who would take us. We were hated. The National Front chased, burnt, stabbed, eradicated. Churchill set up task forces to get us out. Keep England White. Enoch, the once-intrepid recruiter, now warned of bloodied rivers if we didn't leave. New laws were drawn up; our rights revoked. Yet, some survived. And managed somehow, on meagre wages, to put a little aside. Eventually enough to move wife, husband and child from a rented room in a house shared by five families, to a two-up two- down all of their own. That they owned. And an ethic, a mindset, a drive was established then, that persists now. A relentless, uncompromising pursuit. Transcends race, they say of exceptional, dead black people. As if that relentless overcoming, when taken to the limit, as time stretches on to infinity, itself over- comes even limits, even infinity, even this place."

"But what it takes to get there isn't what you need once you've arrived. A difficult realization, and a harder actualization."

"

Beside me, sleeping, he is formless as water. Unperturbed by the day's anxieties. He breathes stead- ilv. With him, I have become more tolerable to the Lous and Merricks of this world. His acceptance of me encourages theirs. His presence vouches for mine, assures them that I'm the right sort of diversity. In turn, I offer him a certain liberal credibility. Negate some of his old-money political baggage. Assure his position left of centre. I turn my phone to silent. Perhaps he doesn't recognize the pragmatism of our coupling as I do, or Rach would. As his father surely must. But it's there. In his imagined autobiography, this relationship will ultimately reduce to a sentence - maybe two. Thin evi- dence of his open-mindedness, his knack for cultural bridge-building. Everything is a trade."

"

He introduces me to his political friends from across the spectrum. Conservatives who o and ah and nod telling me I'm just what this country is about. And so articulatel Frowning liberals who put it simply: my immoral career is counterproductive to my own com- munity. Can I see that? My primary issue is poverty, not race. Their earnest faces tilt to assess my compre- hension, my understanding of my role in this society, They conjure metaphors of boats and tides and rising waves of fairness. Not reparations - no, even social- ism doesn't stretch that far. Though some do propose a rather capitalistic trickle-down from Britain to her lagging Commonwealth friends. Through economic generosity: trade and strong relations! Global leader- ship. The centrists nod. The son nods, too. Now that, they can all agree to. They take their modern burden seriously; over Beyond Meat burgers with thick-cut chips drizzled in truffle oil. Per bell hooks: We must engage decolonization as a critical practice if we are to have meaningful chances of survival . . . yes, yes! But I don't know how. How do we examine the legacy of colonization when the basic facts of its construction are disputed in the minds of its benefi- caries?"

"British officials during the government-sanctioned frenzy of mass document destruction. Operation Legacy, to spare the Queen embarrassment. The more insidious act, though less sensational, proved to have the greatest impact: a deliberate exclusion and obfus- cation within the country's national curriculum. Through this, more than records were destroyed. The erasure itself was erased. With breathtaking ease, the facts of Britain's non- war twentieth-century history have been unrooted, dug out from the country's collective memory. Sup- planted. Vague fairytales of benevolent imperial rule bloom instead."

[theuniverseawakens347]

it’s really alarming .. VIVICCA posing as Aja miles with Ajax approval for certain things …but then going a step further to get back at Lee..or what you were taught I. The 90’s to get back at granny Florence y Lee…you guys are damn near 80… that’s alarming …this how you WANA go out in old age “ with a bang “ life is already shitty … your feelings “ I’m unhappy and angry and don’t have long to fix thing so let me do THE MOST FUCK SHIT to Dornise spinning image children and the men who protected or stood with granny Florence, to speed up my cancer.”

so you want suicide watch… THATS alarming. Why not voluntarily walk in the PSYCHWARD say send me and coi Leary as Lisa BONET and the rock at 20 … hmmm oh cause you KNOW how you asked them to treat us for Lee garlington and their kids work their to get back at Lee for owning the, thru you….alarming.

extortion thru body parts and geneideten the things you’ve asked of the workers and clients to cause sex n rape cases all around the word to extor money “legally” AJA DU,BASS AS SHAYNE but highly ILLEGAL…. Posing as us for DPSS THEN CALLING A HATE CRIME WHEN NEGLECTED BC …YOU ARE COMITTING ID FRAUD …the. Try and supeena the location on a hate crime ….

conspiring Lee Aja AAJA Alissa alarming as ur mother and Stephanie as Alicia keys child …. So alarming

Nicki Murphy the business class you and Lauren London have going on with Marguerite nip mom as aunt viv actress and Jenifer Lewis emails and photos… impersonating someone…

identity fraud … surpass misdemeanors added STRAIGHT TO FEDERAL FELONIES …. DEATH ROW. …

[fipindustries]

ooooh interesting!

i could also see that with the story of esau and jacob, with how one was born all red and the other grabbing his ankle and then jacob extors esau's birthright from esau and what not

ok the story of abraham and isaac gives zero insight on to what was abraham thinking during that whole affair. when he said "go will provide" was he speaking confidently because he knew this was a test and he wouldnt have to *actually* kill isaac? or was he just lying to calm isaac down? did he say this out of guilt?

he seems to carry out this task with complete aplomb and without even hesitating. genesis does not record a single protest or moment of pause from abraham, he just goes and does it.

in other times we see people plead to god and god occassionally responds to the pleads by changing his mind or conceeding but in here abraham doesnt say anything to the point that an angel has to come down and stop him. and the angel actually has to say "abraham! abraham!" and abraham fucking responds "here i am"

like what a fucking sassy bitch. "yo, im here, im kind of busy right now"

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That arm that defeated several basket robots and a trucker named Earl.

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