#krays imagines

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

TH Characters and Crochet

TH Masterlist

This concept was prompted by my new hobby and led to some very interesting (and, in my opinion, good) plot points. Henceforth, I might turn some of these wee ideas into full-fledged one-shots. For now, though, enjoy!

Tag List: @potter-solomons @buttercupsandboys @zablife @mollybegger-blog @liliac-dreamer @vir-tual @rose-like-the-phoenix @babaohhhriley @solomons-finest-rum @hoodeddreams13 @moral-terpitude @onlydeadcells @hecatemoon87 @wandawiccan60 @dreamlandcreations

Tommy Conlon

The art of crochet is an absolute mystery to him. Nevertheless, though he won’t admit it plainly since he’s been raised and trained to keep his emotions in check, he absolutely loves and adores the husky you made him.

It had been another fretful night, one that leaves you alone in the bed and him either wandering about the beach nearby or leads to a night of training at the boxing school. Either way, Tommy shut you out yet again, refusing to show you even a glimpse of the chaos he carries with him.

Later that day, the short night was followed by an equally as plagued nap. It's that he woke up before it was too late, but otherwise he'd have fallen off of the sofa and face planted into the soft carpet (which you had bought after the one time that actually did happen). Now, it’s his snuggle buddy and you’ve noticed it’s helped with the nightmares caused by his PTSD. So nowadays the silence when you come home after work is laced by soft snoring, an oddly comforting sound that stems from the most heartwarming sight.

Tommy, tightly holding on to his husky as he snuggles it. His ear phones are connected to his laptop, an ASMR video with rain sounds displayed on the screen.

Perfectly content.

At rest.

Alfie Solomons

You were already magical in his eyes, but the fact you can create stuff out of yarn makes you even more so. He still thinks your hooks look uncannily like embalming tools, but he adores the scarf you made him. He wears it whenever he can, loving the texture as well as your scent.

Alfie proudly promotes your stuff wherever he goes and helps you set up at markets. He’d like for you to do only markets in Margate and Camden so he can keep a close eye on you. However, should it be anywhere else, rest assured he’ll hang around the area and make sure you eat and drink properly. He’ll literally pop by a Prêt-A-Manger to buy lunch and deliver it to you or, as is more often the case, pull you away from your stall so you two can sit down in a coffee shop or restaurant together.

He loves it whenever you text him to provide him with photos of a new project you completed. Lastly, Alfie also always asks what you’re working on.

Forrest Bondurant

He’s actually the one who taught you how to crochet (and secretly adored how shyly you asked him to teach you). He’s a stern teacher, but a good one. Forrest is a man of many hidden talents (like baking, he makes a mean apple pie). Then again, so is his brother Howard, who is great at knitting. Jack, on the other hand, has skipped out on the creative gene though he’s been trying to teach himself how to sew.

Forrest and you do markets together. However, he mostly does the general set-up while you busy yourself with the customers. Because even though he’s very business savvy, the quiet force behind Little Moonshiners (specialized in the cutest handmade stuffies) is in fact a social disaster.

He does like talking to you, though.

(And has made you a custom wolf stuffie, which has become your all-time favourite)

Eddie Brock

Eddie and Venom alike love the stuffies you make, but V thinks his host sometimes takes his support of your hobby a bit too far. Recently, he’s asked you to teach him and ever since you’ve been trying to figure it out together. Eddie seems to finally have the basic stitches down while Venom is bordering on giving up. Not even reading the body language of his host makes him understand crochet. So he’s now your ultimate yarn spinner.

Eddie, on the other hand, has become a little competitive. Though he tries to be inconspicuous, you occasionally catch him glancing your way in an attempt to estimate whether your way of crocheting a certain project is more efficient and neater than his. To this extent, he proposes to try a new pattern together (and compare the results).

He does admit, without a second’s doubt, you’re the queen of plushies.

Eddie loves the journaling aspect of it too. He keeps a neat and very minimalist journal. Well, he tries to be minimalist and objective (as his work has taught him to be), but often finds himself writing about you, pondering your opinion on his works.

And Venom loves to tease him about said entries by mentioning them to you.

Farrier

He’s loath to admit it, but he can’t help but think of his Nan whenever he sees you crochet. The confession almost slipped out when you gave him a cream coloured crocheted turtleneck sweater for Christmas, the reason you puzzled him with taking measurements three months earlier. And it’s this turtleneck he wears quite often and takes with him whenever he’s sent abroad.

Because your scent lingers in it, mixed with his.

Because it’s a piece of home.

It’s you when you aren’t there.

And it’s the only thing that’ll prevent him from crying when he's so far from home it feels like his heart is torn apart at the seams.

Reggie Kray

Reggie loves to watch you work. He doesn’t need to understand it, finding perfect contentment in seeing you absolutely absorbed in your projects. He’s simply happy to plop you in his lap and rest his head on your shoulder, though that does little to help you focus on the pattern or the tutorial you’re watching.

He gives the best hand massages too! Whether you asked for one or not, Reggie will give you one regardless after you’ve put the hook down for the time being. Sometimes he even stops you after a certain period of time, knowing how your tight grip can cause your hand to cramp after carefully observing you for a while.

Although he does not say it whenever the topic comes up, he will blatantly admit when riled up enough that part of the reason he wants out of the gangster life is to permanently give you the peace and quiet that surrounds you whenever you crochet.

And stills his inner storm.

Also, have a wee treasure I accidentally found😉

[mercuriym]

Who is your current OC obsession? A lil blorbo, a scrunglo that you love and want to observe?

atm!! Just thinking a lot abt Ov out of my blorbos. FAV evil scientist

[wandawiccan60]

Happy Birthday to these two legendary boys from East London Reggie&Ronnie Kray they would have been in their 89 years of age if they were still around but may they still RIP up in the heavens for these two Kings.

🤎✨🇬🇧🖤🙌🏼👓🥃🖤

“Me and my brother right we’re going to rule London.”

Ronald “Ronnie” Kray- Legend(2015)

[projectnomoho]

The Spectacle(d Cormorant) - an informative post about an underrated extinct bird

(Artwork by me. Halfly based on the artwork by Joseph Wolf.)

Just something out of the ordinary from before. I am getting tired from posting all those comics and stuff on here, so here's a repost of my depiction of one of my all-time favorite extinct birds - the life, the moment, the spectacle itself - the spectacled (or Pallas's) cormorant, as well as a bunch of facts about it below this because I care about this bird so much and will protect it with all my life if it still existed.

You may ask, why am I so into this nerdy-looking bird? It's not like it's THAT special or anything - we still have at least 40 other cormorant species alive on earth - 3 of them in the same genus as the spectacled cormorant.

The reason is simple - no one ever talks about it or even has an idea on what it is, even though humans were the sole cause of its extinction. (And believe it or not, cormorant culling IS still a thing, but that's a different story for now.)

(Specimen kept at the Naturalis Biodiversity Center in Leiden, the Netherlands.)

Large, stupid, clumsy, ludicrous in looks. That was how others, including Georg Steller, the discoverer of the bird, described the spectacled cormorant. It was, perhaps, the largest of all cormorants known to exist, rivalling the Galápagos flightless cormorant in length, but was way heavier than the latter. Due to its large size, it was probably flightless, but studies of its wings have shown that it was more likely reluctant to do so due to its lack of natural predators (besides Arctic foxes) while residing in its former habitat - the Commander/Komandorski Islands in Kamchatka Krai of Russia. Occasionally, some of these birds would get lost and end up on the Kamchatka Peninsula, which led to its consumption by the locals.

However, it wasn't until the 1820s when their extinction was hastened. The Russian-American Company started to transfer Unangan (Aleut) people to the islands, and, to no surprise, they found this cormorant easy to hunt. As Steller said on his journey in 1741, the spectacled cormorant was also rather delicious, unlike most other cormorants. Along with how it was abundant on the Commander Islands, this was most likely the exact reason why the Unangan people consumed it whenever they could not catch enough fish to sell or feed their families.

That marked the end of the legacy of the spectacled cormorant. It vanished from the islands and the world in the 1850s, and was never heard from anyone ever again.

(Artwork by J. G. Keulemans.)

The reason why it might have been forgotten by man was probably due to there only being six known specimens of this bird collected (all apparently by the same person, Governor Kuprianof), and only one or two of those specimens are currently up for display in the whole world.

The spectacled cormorant died like the dodo, but unlike the dodo, it was quickly forgotten by the people who caused its rapid extinction. By the time we wanted to care about it, it was already gone.

170+ years have passed. People like me still remember this bird, wanting to do anything to bring it back to life, or just imagining it while it was still in its glory - plummeting into the cold seas to catch a mouthful of fish, as it clumsily swims back to the shore to dry its wings. A beautiful bird that met a rather depressing fate.

[sweater-sasquatch]

I’ve realised as a brit I think that I imagine Neil’s English crime family differently - like as a proper, east london gangster family, if it’s an old enough crime family then imagine like. The Kray Twins or The Gentleman kinda vibes. I can’t picture them being like. Real fancy and upperclass at all tbh

[icarus-mp3]

Kray didn't have much contact with normal Burnish, so it's a safe assumption to make that he doesn't know how the Burnish CPR thing works. Which makes the ending to Promare so incredibly funny.

Imagine your adoptive son who you've secretly hated his entire life punches you in the face, tells you to "shut up and watch", and proceeds to make out with the corpse of the guy he arrested last week.

[sovietpostcards]

how cold is it in moscow? (i assume you’re there?)

it’s -50C in the region where i live, and last time i’ve been in moscow my whole family got sick because our bodies couldn’t acclimate to the warmth

I am in Moscow right now! I live about 500 km from here but it's the same climate zone. It's −14°C today and "feels like" −20°. It's cold! I've been contemplating going for a walk since morning (it's finally weekend so I can spend some time outside) but... −20°! 🥶

I can't even imagine −50°. Like, it breaks my brain to even think about it. The coldest I've ever experienced was maybe −33°. And that was like once or twice in my life. Did the anecdote take place during winter? Like, −10° was too warm for you? It would be funny but honestly it's more 🤯🤯🤯

You're probably in Yakutia or Khabarovsky krai?

[aphroditeslover11]

I always forget how good the film Legend is until I rewatch it. Tom Hardy as Reggie Kray is what I imagine it would be like if Tommy Shelby and Alfie Solomons had a son!

[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 7: Bondage

Ronnie Kray x GN! Reader

Summary: Letting Ronnie try out something new.

Warnings: Smut, Bondage, Rough

Kinktober Masterlist

Minors do not interact!

Watching as he pulls out a rope from a drawer, he then faces your naked body, telling you of a surprise all night, but this was beyond your imagination. Gently taking your arms, starting to lop, and tighten the rope around your wrist.

Hunger was written all over his face, while the white rope bound your wrists together, feeling soft as it held them tightly. Ronnie's cigar had only been put out a few minutes ago, but still, the smoke lingered in the air, reminding of him.

Looking up into his focused eyes quickly, they meet yours, causing you to look away, biting your lip. His dark stare shocked a rush in your feeling as your face got hot.

Finishing up, he pulls onto the rope, causing you to look. A small smile lines his lips before raising your arms, then pushing you watching as you fall onto the bed. Climbing onto the bed then holding your bound hands up, looking into your eyes, lips meeting yours roughly while his hand gently ran down your arms, starting the long night.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

[annitoonzz]

OK uh... possible POSSIBLE Promare AU concept??? I already know that the idea of Galo joining / being a part of Foresight Foundation is something that people are familiar with. I mean, there's a whole bunch of fan art for it anyways lol. but I guess here's my take on it, and let's hope it hasn't been done already -

I know Galo is already messed up due to Kray and his actions. But what if Galo was part of Foresight Foundation? or at least worked alongside Kray. Kray is seen as a role model/father figure to Galo. In this AU, post house fire: Galo was on his own, and Kray saw an opportunity and took Galo under his wing. Teaching him all about politics, what it means to be a leader, Oh and fear mongering the little guy into thinking that burnish are the devil. Making him believe that a group of burnish ended up burning down his home. Kray is on some Mother Gothel type of manipulation -

I imagine that at first, Galo is trying to win over Kray's approval. Like how someone would try to live up to their idols standards or expectations. only to find out the atrocities Kray had committed against the burnish and realizes how bad of a person Kray is. He then decides to help Lio Fotia defeat the governor and save earth in the process!

I have a lot more to talk about when it comes to this AU... like A LOTTT. But I do want to see everyone else's take on this. Do you have any ideas? Thoughts? Honestly, I just wanna see what you guys have to say. if you want to know more about it, just ask! ^^

.... I have no idea what to call this AU... uhhhh

[mrs-monaghan]

Are you sure these "karmy" are not k jikookers lmao. If karmy see jikook hang out I'm sure they would post a proof or tell more info. Nobody saw jikook together. Your dreams are not the reality. Also, you said that jikook are private because of the military so they prefer to stay at home together. Then you say that karmy saw them hanging out but there is no proof. You can't change the narrative when you want.

If Karmy see Jikook hang out I'm sure they would post proof or tell more info

You know nothing John snow!

They have seen some shit. Things you can't even begin to imagine. And they don't spread what they see because they care about and love Jikook. Jimin is their fav and they would do anything to protect him/them. So no, they ain't sharing shit. As it should be. The last time they shared something I-Jikookers couldn't keep it in the DMs. They just needed to prove Jikook is real.

So what if people like you anon, exist? So what if people don't think Jikook are a couple? If I get a hold of something incriminating, if it hasn't been shared by the Tannies I'm keeping that shit to myself.

This is why I respect Jikookers. If the world was upside down, and Taekook was real, they would have been outed by now by Tkkrs. Because the cult cannot shut up for the life of them. And boy do they love leaked shit. The last time a Jikook photo was leaked all Jikookers supported the antis that the photo was cosplayers and that was that.

Heck, even the Malta Armys saw Jikook shopping on their own and wandering about without cameras and they still didn't share anything. You really think they didn't take photos?

New Zealand Armys tweeted about seeing the members shooting BV but we still don't have those pictures. And then there's Nagoya. Fucking Nagoya. I'm so bitter about this. Yeah, they weren't allowed to record but u kray kray if you think no one has that footage. When they went to Tokyo? Armys saw them and gave them their space, we know they took pictures of Jikook but do we have them? Nope.

Just because you are a glutton doesn't mean everyone else is anon.

And I keep saying this, but Jikookers don't need to change no fucking narratives. Jikook stopped sharing cars. They stopped eating out in broad daylight and now do it at like 2 fucking AM. They're not roaming the streets together anymore. If that's not laying low what do you call it?

Why are you people always coming at me thinking you're saying something when you're really not? Ask me to clarify shit for you and I will. I am more than happy to.

Anyway, Jikook is real. Go suckle on your mama's tit and cry about it

[trashlama]

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ROR (Record Of Ragnarok) headcanons/IDK drabble turned one-shot

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Jack The Ripper

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This is definitely not for kids!

Like if you're under 18 please just turn back. This is 18+ only!

Just to warn you guys, I literally watched this show almost in one night yesterday so bear with me. And then proceeded to write this. It was supposed to just be some headcanons. And then it turned into drabble and then one shot.

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh

I re-read this thing a couple of times. I tried to search the internet for quotes that would fit. Cause his character is really into quote'in and shit. I'm sorry if it isn't great I don't usually write so I tried my best. I just was filled with so much simpin' juice for this man at the time so I had to write cause I have no confidence in drawing his character with how badass he is.

Please enjoy!

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Really into aura shit

You got a nice aura? Better watch out. He might seek you out for that warmth if it's too similar to his mother's. Before she went kray- kray-.

Brah has a thing for cute shit

Based on his reaction with the Valkyrie chick he Völundr with. He's definitely into Lolita's.

I'm not a hundred sure what else he might be into. I feel like he's into the whole pure thing and wanting to A.) Corrupt it or B.) Cherish it.

Totally see him as a creep/closet pervert

Too much of gentlemen to be straight up creepy, buuutt still manages to push boundaries, tho whatcha gonna do

Brah is V from V for Vendetta but, minus the whole fuck parliament and being a charred turkey whose like woof- woof- for Evee Hamond.

Brah kept giving me flashes back to Batman by Gaslight.(Really good movie, guess what? Fet. Batman & Jack the Ripper. It's some badass shit.)

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Brraaahhh imagine just being some poor samp having to make ends meet in like one of the recognized most shittiest times. And its the dead of the night, walking home after your shift at the pub that ran later than you would prefer. But hey, money is money.

Everything is quite aside from the inebriated stumbling to their choice of den and the ladies of the night who waited on the curbs for potential customers. Preferably the quick and wasted ones.

Although the lamp wicks were burning bright thanks to the caretakers that serviced them. You being a dumb b*tch just trying to get home decide to pull the white girl move in the horror movie and walk into one of many dark decrepit alleys in London that were spread out like a cobble stone labyrinth.

Only to come across this motherfucker while passing through. Humming the London bridge is Falling Down while hunched over something behind one the local comunial waste bins. Obviously whatever it was had the bizarre-o ivory-haired man distracted enough to not notice your initial presence. If you were a normal self-preservation instinct still intact person you would've ran back the way you came.

Buuut that's too easy sooooo, no.

You—, you decide to play Blue's fuckin Clues and go stroll by the dude to see what he dooooin'.(Kinda like when there's a crash and everyone is like yoo I wanna see. But there's traffic so they slow just a little bit down when passing the crash to see what's up. Cause we all nosey b*tches. Don't lie.)

Didn't even take five steps before this crackhead whipped around to see who was approaching. And in the same short amount of time it took the mustached hetero-chromatic eyed dude to analyze your fluctuating aura of emotions. Meanwhile your ass noticed how this dude was fist deep in this lady's guts playin' doctor with a satchel of equipment at his side. Outfit drenched in the same burgundy colored ooze that flooded from the ripped open abscess in the abdomen of the obviously recently deceased women that was prompted up against the corner where the waste bin met the structure.

Before you could even think of back pedaling out of this situation. The pale haired man had launched himself on you. Quick to restrain you against the gross ass cobblestone wall of the ally way. In the right hand a common barbers knife that'd you find in any supplies shop in london—hovered threateningly above the thin skin of your throat. While the other was kept busy planting you against the wall by the roots of your still pinned up hair.

The desire to allow fear course into your veins was strong as you stared trapped in the heterochromatic pools of mania that belong to the person infront of you. Pools of crimson and glacier keeping you pinned. The former of the two holding almost supernatural glow to it. The gleam of it's light piercing through the veil of fog and darkness like the knife he so carefully wielded.

"What's a young maiden like yourself walking around at this hour in a place like this? And without a chaperon?" The mustached man inquired though obviously not out of interest but, amusement. Maintaining the manic look upon his pale aging features as he peered back into orbs of (y/e).

"It is a blind goose that cometh to a fox's sermon." The older gentleman cooed. Warm breath fan across the skin of your face leaving behind goosebumps in its wake.

The guy was definitely creepy.

Though not keen on being a damsel in destress of any kind. Your ass knew you wanted to survive this counter. And no one from the London yard to the hooker you passed on the corner is gonna help you now.

You had three options:

Scream

Fight

Reason

With a blade at your throat you might as well call yourself Marie Antoinette 2.0, if you chose the first option. Fighting with this dude would definitely be one-sided. From the fact that it took him 2.5 secs to over power you and contain you to a single spot. Yeah that's a no-go. And to be honest you weren't a hundred percent sure if reasoning would work on the psycho in front of you. Based off the fact he's staring at you like a mustached Cheshire Cat with a Mad Hatter's attitude. This is one fucked game of perseverance that you wish hadn't walked into.

Your last resort? You weren't completely sure what yet but one thing for sure; the way this night was looking so far this might be your last time underneath the moonlight. You might as well try something. It's not like you have anything left in your life to lose.

As you steeled your resolve in your mind. Your aura told the middle age man everything he needed to know.

At first glance it was nothing special. Just a cesspool of emotions primarily exhaustion and the normal stress that lays beneath every worrisome thought of the future and tomorrow's problems.

He was just going to rip her up like the predecessors that came before her. However, it was when he pinned her to the putride wall of the alleyway that he saw her true colors.

They shifted like a marvelous rainbow. One moment they were a stressful cobalt. The next a surprised cyan. Than a thoughtful calculative lime green.

However resting a deeper emotion sat next to the core in every flash of color. Remaining vigilant against an invasion from outside forces that threaten to penetrate the brigade that kept them at bay. Was a spec of regretful indigo. There it sat safe guarding the very thing that created its very being. So the same thing wouldn't happen again.

The array of sensitive colors dazzled his senses. The alternating emotions keep his interest peeked and the knife from laying any more pressure on your artery. His receptors in his nerves soaking up the vivid feelings like a dry sponge in the bath water. However unlike the sponge, his body just craved more.

He wanted to see the violet purple. The despair fill her heart. It was his favorite thing.

Swallowing a thick glob of saliva your (y/e) irises began to what you think is nonchalant but, isn't very chalant— scanning your surroundings. Looking for an opportunity to present itself despite the current obvious disadvantages. -cough- knife at your throat -cough- head at risk being slammed -cough-.

The creepy-ass grin from the creepy-ass man in front of you didn't help easing any tension in the little space between you two.

" Sir I nought know why you're doing this but, please allow me to pass onwards on my path. I cannot convict you. I don't even know your name nor what you look like." You reasoned (y/e) eyes filled with earnestness and your soul mirroring the same in a vivid courageous orange and a trepidious magenta.

Eyes trained with one another never breaking for a moment. Not even when his hand with the knife pulled away and was swiftly replaced with the left grasping your windpipe.

He hummed amused with your statement. How foolish you were to think ignorance could save you from your sealed fate.

" How rude of me..." He began.

Successfully instilling even further the threat that was to her life tonight. Not the drunktards who came in on a regular. Not the slim shit wages that barely kept her afloat. Not cholera(that one is a joke because of the time period and where they're at).

The mustached man right in front of her.

Typically he just kills whores. The women who remind him the most of his mother. Though if their soul shines a true brilliant viscous scarlet.... he doesn't mind making an exception or two. After all at the end they all become such a beautiful violet before it ends in white.

Taking an actual intake of her appearance she was certainly not a prostitute. Her bosom was properly strapped down by the corset underneath the fabric of her appropriately length dress that clung to her desirable frame. No cheap lard products to cover her natural appeal.

Only upon closer exception does he notice the faintest of a tan line from a band that has long since been removed.

A ring.

There had been a martial union and as evident with the lack of a band clasped around her dainty finger. It has been terminated. Divorced. Day-old goods that no one wants to touch.

The absence of it told him she had no one to return too.

That she was also abandoned.

That she was free for the taking if he pleased.

But, unlike most Lodon's fine selection of men. Jack actually did have manners.

And a criteria.

And before taking her in he needed to test her.

Can't have distrust in a budding relationship now can we?

" My name dear unwanted maiden is.... "

Hands like snakes from Garden of Paradise enclosed around your tranchea . Effectively sealing away the opening for the air to travel into your lungs.

"....Jack,..."

Cheshire Cat grin stretched across his pale complexion. The insanity in his eyes burning red hot like the poker in the fire.

"... Jack The Ripper! " He said with a joyous glee. Finally leaning in close enough that you could finally make out his full features.

"Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest"

Pools of (y/e) widen with surprise as they maintained the direct line of eye contact with the killer who has been stalking the streets of White Chapel.

Tears fell from (y/n) sockets. Not out of fear or the tragedy of your death. But rather the hurt of knowing you'll never get the chance to have a family.

I'm sorry this next part is ridiculously darker than the rest of this one shot/drabble. IDK how I went down this path but, just warning the next part includes talks of divorce, implied inf@cide, implied ch!ld murder, mi$carriage, oh and I almost forgot just dap of pedo alert.0

Please continue with your own discretion!!!

Since the start you never got to have that family. You never knew your parents. They had left you at an orphanage. Lucky for you that they had room to spare. Most became water logged coffins sealing away the babes from undesirable fates.

It wasn't sunshine and rainbows at the orphanage. You had to pull your weight from a very young age. Those who didn't contribute didn't get food, those who resisted got sent away, anyone who didn't listen came back from lectures with welts and concussions. You pick and choose your battles. And you chose them very carefully for the first fifteen years.

Until you felt the need to defend yourself against one of the caretakers who wasn't so noble. You had shed first blood the summer before. And ever since had been on the edge due to prying eyes and wandering hands.

That summer you left the orphanage and headed to London. Hear say from villagers say all the jobs are in the cities now. Thanks to the Industrial revolution offering more opportunities than ever before.

You had gone. Worked at a textile plant for some time until you met your first husband. And became pregnant with your first kid.

....only to lose the fetus three months later due to the stress your body was under. Children take so much. Even before their born. The nutrients get sucked from the marrow and slowly you lost the battle.

Your husband blamed you, and you did too. You tired, tried, and tried. But, they just couldn't be kept.

It wasn't even a two years later that your first husband divorced you.

You always wanted to be able to try again. To have that child to love and hold, to cherish unconditionally like you wished you had been.

Though staring into those mix-matched pools of insanity. In one last attempt to not give into the fear of the impending end. You thought one last time about your dream.

Jack was both pleased and mystified

Instead of the violet purple he saw within most of his victims. He found a light source that resembled the embers that kept the Londoners warm through the ruthless winters. An eradecent hue that blend yellow and pink into what can only be described as a hug to the senses.

Relaxing and comforting. A guiding light to ease one to rest.

"And light is mingled with the gloom, And joy with grief; Divinest compensations come, Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom In sweet relief ".

Slowly hands like steel latches released their grasp from around your neck. Skin already blossoming with bruises in the shape of handprints.

Without the support holding you up your body slid towards the alley way floor to only be scooped up into Jack's arms, as if weighing nothing more than a few sheets of paper.

"There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand."

Too exhausted to fight off Jack's tight embrace between the near death experience and the shift you had worked before ever traversing down this alleyway.

(y/e) drifted shut as you listened to Jack whisper sweet quotes of adoration as he took you away. Going only gods know where.

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd."

As the morning sun rose above the thick pea soup fog. Londoners would be too enthralled in the newest victim of the ripper to notice that there was another woman that the ripper had stolen. With no body to be found.

The five quotes here are quoted by(as in order of appearance)

John lyly

William Shakespeare

John Greenleaf Whittier

Mary Shelley

William Shakespeare

My other fur-baby is fed up with me editing this thing.

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Happy Halloween Darlin'- (Modern AU)

A Reggie Kray & Ronnie X Nora(FemOC) Drabble

A/N: Hey everyone and happy Fall so far I wanted to write this short drabble and this fic inspired me when I went to Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Studios Hollywood some time ago (it's a Halloween event that they do every year for those of you who don't know). And I wanted to make a short cute story including the Kray Twins and I thought what if The Krays traveled to a Halloween haunt for fun you know?? So here it is and I hope you guys enjoy this short story. I want to thank you all again for reading my fics as always. Please again comment, reblog, and support the blog. It'll mean so much for the page and I appreciate you all as always who stick around and read my stories. As always guys thank you for reading and catch up with you guys again later. See Ya!!!

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Word Count: 2,718

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Cussing, Spooky Themes, Some Sexy Time, Some Fluff, & Halloween Vibes

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“Reggie dear, can we not go, please? You know how I act if we go to this Halloween attraction you bought tickets for in America. You already should know that I hate spooky and disturbing things,” Nora said, folding her arms together while giving an angry pout to Reggie.

Ronnie, however, was busy reading a newspaper next to where Nora was sitting, while a small smile spread across his face. Both Ronnie and Reggie have a thing for extreme Halloween-haunted attractions, and they thought that going to America would be a fresh experience. Here around East London, there are many that they have gone to multiple times in the past. But almost everything was the same scares and themes, and mostly it got to a point that it was boring. But it was Reggie’s idea to plan a trip to California where they have multiple theme parks that make their own Halloween haunts. Without telling Nora, both Ronnie and Reggie booked tickets anyway, knowing that his lovely girl doesn’t enjoy getting scared.

“Wha’ are you jokin’ love? It will be fun, I promise you, if you don’ like it we can do something else around there instead. I hear they also have drinks, music, and many rides to go on. We can do that and not go into the haunted houses, but baby please come with us for us please yea?” Reggie said, sitting down next to Nora but she looked the other way, not wanting to look at him.

“Yea Nora, we promise tha’ we won’ leave your side. Besides, if any of those fuckers get close to you, we will beat them to the ground. What we care about the most is wanton’ you to feel safe and maybe you’ll love this Halloween event,” Ronnie now said resting the newspaper down on his lap as he continued speaking and looking at Nora in her eyes, “it would be lonely if you won’ come with us, especially you are our lovely wife. But come now, love, come with us just this once. And like Reggie says, if you don’ like it and think it will be too much for ya, we will leave alrigh’?”

Nora then let out a small sigh while she rolled her eyes at the twins, clearly being outnumbered by both of her boys she loved ever so infinitely. Since she was a little girl, Nora found nothing fun about Halloween, but she did like to decorate for the season. But never in her life. She has ever gone to a Halloween haunted house where you pay scare actors to scream, holler, or chase after you. The only fun things she has done when Halloween was around the corner were staying at home, making some tasty desserts with her parents, going trick or treating, and just enjoying the orange leaves that fall from the trees. But she never once thought of going to get scared since she gets scared easily and would rather want to go home. While the Krays waited for Nora’s last call, she then gave up and took hold of Reggie’s and Ronnie’s hands, caressing her thumbs against their skin.

“Fine, I will go with you two, but don’t regret this because I will not want to talk to you boys when we get back home. And to put the cherry on top, and I promise you, no sex for 2 months. How about that, my lovely boys, deal?” Nora said, giving a sly smile, making both gangsters’ eyes open wider in surprise. 

“Yea sure we can handle that love… right Ronnie?” Reggie said, looking at his brother with a disappointed look. Ronnie just struggled and nodded his head, feeling nervous about what Nora said. 

“Well now, I am exhausted. We should all head to bed, my lovely kings. But I am serious about what I am telling you both, so keep that in mind, yea? Anyway, let’s go, we must rest up and actually, I got a surprise for both of you, if you would like to see that is,” Nora said biting her bottom lips gently as she stood up from the couch, still holding both of the Krays hands.

“Do you baby? Well, then we should not waste any more time than let’s see what you got for us then baby,” Ronnie said, feeling his now crotch bulge against his trousers while Reggie licked his lips, thinking, whatever Nora will surprise them with. She let out a small giggle while letting go of their large hands. Nora then sat on Reggie’s lap, giving him small wet kisses as Ronnie caressed her firm, sexy ass with his right hand. She then made her way towards Ronnie, giving those same wet kisses to Reggie. As the trio exchanged more erotic kisses, they then made their way to the bedroom, where they always share their sexual desires under the covers. Some hours later, Nora, Ronnie, and Reggie breathed heavily in and out, trying to relax their bodies. They spread out their clothes and a witch hat on the floor as Nora then gave a quick kiss on both of their cheeks while the boys wrapped their arms around her lovely body. One by one the twins drifted off to relaxed sleep, except Nora, who was the last person who was still wide awake. Thinking and feeling uneasy about the event she has to go to with the boys. She really didn’t want to go at all, but deep inside her heart she had too for the sake of Reggie and Ronnie. Knowing that they will feel sad that she won’t be around since they can’t go anywhere without their loving wife. Nora then let out a small quiet sigh, shifting on her body to the right side, caressing her fingers against Reggie’s left cheek. Nora then hears Ronnie let out a small groan as he wrapped his large arm around her stomach. Laying his chin gently on top of her shoulder, his eyes stilled closed, which this made Nora chuckle at this cute gesture. 

“My silly handsome boys, I love you both so much,” she said in a low whisper, feeling her now heavy eyes consuming her to sleep, thinking of a happier place in her dreams.

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California, USA- Halloween Day🎃

“My darlings, can we not go anymore, and instead get our money back and go somewhere else?” Nora said while walking their way to the theme parks entrance, which had many spiderwebs, jack-o'-lanterns, and other spooky decorations.

“Nora, are you jokin’ right now, love? We came all this way from home and now you want to chicken out when literally we’re right outside of the front gates? Come on, baby please just one haunted house for us please we promise you yea?” Ronnie said, holding onto her right hand under his muscular arm as Reggie did the same with her other arm.

“Ugh, I hate you both so much, and fine, fine, but keep in mind what I told you boys before we left home. So don’t whine about it after we are done with this fucking thing,” she said in an annoyed tone, making their way to the large line of people waiting to get inside the park.

Nora and the twins arrived in California two days ago, knowing they had plenty of other time to visit other places before the event. Nora felt relaxed when they would go to a coffee shop or take a walk around a park while enjoying the many orange and brown leaves of Fall. They also had the chance to go to a family friendly pumpkin trial where there were many carved pumpkins with adorable designs. Which Nora found enjoyable and something that distracted her mind and not thinking of the Halloween haunt she didn’t want to go. She wished that was the type of Halloween she wanted to spend instead of going to something more intense and not family friendly. 

After what felt like an hour has gone by, the sky was now dark as Nora and the Krays made their way inside the amusement park, getting themselves ready to have a good time. Nora then held onto both of their arms as they walked through a foggy trail where some ambience music played in the background. 

“Are you ready to get scared, darlin’?” Reggie said cheerfully, making their way through the smokey trial while Nora just ignored him while rolling her eyes.

“I think that is an exciting expression of a yes to me Reg, but I am looking forward to this,” Ronnie said with a smile while in the far distance they heard some people yelling out loud. 

Nora felt her muscles tense, expecting the worst to come even though they hadn’t gotten scared yet. She then tightens her hands around the boy’s arms until suddenly one of the scareactor’s popped out from the fog. This made Nora let out a loud scream at the top of her lungs. The scareactor, who was dressed as a creepy scarecrow with blood gushing out from his eyes, laughed while he made his way to scare his next victim. Nora then buried her face against Ronnie’s left shoulder as another actor dressed up all in black wearing a plague doctor mask appeared from the fog. 

“Oh, you fuckin’ bastard, you got me,” Reggie said between chuckles while the plague doctor made some disturbing screeching noise as he then got close to Nora.

“Ahhh, no please get the fuck away from me!” Nora yelled out as another performer, this time a woman dressed all in black with black and white makeup on her face growled close to her right ear.

Nora didn’t want to stick around for much longer until she let go of Ronnie’s and Reggie’s hands running away from them. The plague doctor and a Wolfman then chased behind her until she made it to the restrooms. Refusing to go back into the open while the scareactor gestured her to come out from safety while Reggie then made his way to her side.

“Oh, she is a runner, ain’t she, huh? Haha, I’m going to eat you alive when you come out here again?” Said the man in the Wolf mask, making a growling sound. Reggie then hugged Nora more tightly, not moving an inch away from the restrooms.

“Nora love, come on they won’t bite I got you,” said Reggie in between giggles while holding tightly onto Nore who she buried her face against his broad chest. 

“Reggie, I’m too scared to go out there again. I don’t think I can do this anymore,” she said, feeling her legs shaking lightly as Ronnie then made his way next to Nora, placing a gentle hand on top of her right shoulder, trying to relax her.

“Nora, it’s alright. Those scary fuckers are gone, and don’t back down, love, we are here with you. We will never leave your side. We promise you, you are our brave girl. Come on, let’s get going, yes?” Ronnie said with encouragement, caressing the back of her black hair, which she then looked between Reggie and Ronnie.

She took in a deep breath and let out a long slow exhaled, giving in the words that Ronnie gave her. After a moment later, she then felt more at ease and the next thing they know they ended up doing their first haunted house maze of the night. Nora was screaming and laughing while Ronnie let out girl-like screams while Reggie laughed his ass off. While holding onto Nora by her waist, trying to fast walk through the last room of the haunted maze. Once they got out of the house, they all breathed in some fresh air. Ronnie placed his hands on top of his knees. Bending forward, trying to regain his strength from screaming too much.

“Reggie, you fucking wanker, you said you were going to go in the front. What the fuck?” he said in an annoyed tone. Reggie was busy laughing along with Nora, who she had a big smile on her face.

“Haha, you should have heard yourself, baby. I never thought you had a scream of a 7-year-old girl in ya. I should have video taped that and saved it for later,” Nora said, giving Ronnie a peck on his left cheek rolling his eyes in embarrassment.

“Fuck off the both of ya, yea, we should keep going. We have more houses to go do. How are you feeling so far? Is it too much for you already since you seem you’re not bothered at all by your acting right now? Are you liking it?” Ronnie said, wrapping his left arm around her small shoulders, giving her a smile which Nora nodded her head yes.

“At first I was skeptical of it, but once we went inside, it wasn’t too bad. I really enjoyed it very much. Everyone is coming out from everywhere. You can’t seem to not run or hide anywhere since they are all over the place,” she said, letting out another giggle, feeling her heart pumping with excitement then what she felt in the beginning.

“That’s wonderful to hear, see, and you said you didn’t want to come. And yes, we should do everything else before it gets late. We should go through this path now, come along then,” Reggie said, pointing to the other side as the trio made their way towards the other mazes they needed to go through.

At the end of the night, Ronnie, Reggie, and Nora accomplished in going through all the scary houses. But before their fun ended, they ended up going on some rides, which Nora’s favorite was the chair swing ride. Feeling her legs dangling in the air while the tail of the ride went around and around. Once the ride was over, they all made their way out of the theme park as they walked their way back to the hotel room. Which was literally next door to the theme park and all the while, Nora was holding onto her big stuffed unicorn that Ronnie won for her in one of the small carnival games. Both Kray twins only smiled, seeing how happy she looked, knowing she enjoyed a night she will probably not forget.

“Did you like tonight’s event, my sweet girl?” Reggie said, giving a kiss on her right cheek.

“Hehe, you know you think I might sound crazy but we should do that again, but next year, of course. I was expecting it to be more horrible than I thought it would be. But honestly, I ended up wanting more and never wanting it to end. What do you say, boys? Next year, we should come back again. And this time I choose where we should get scared. Is that an agreement?” She said, giving a look between the two, hoping they will say yes. 

“Why fuck yes, my dear! Of course we can do this again. How can we say no to you, ey?” Reggie said with a smile crouching nose at her way of making her let out a ‘yay’ like a little toddler.

“Thank you, boys, so much for this night. I will never forget this moment, especially with the two of you,” Nora said, hugging both of their arms with her arms as the boys gave her side kisses on both of her cheeks.

“Happy Halloween, my sweet lovely creature,” The Krays said in unison as they reached the front door of the hotel, letting Nora go in first.

“And happy Halloween to you too, my naughty handsome devils. Now what do you say we do something funnier before the sacred yea?” She said with a side smile and a quick wink. This made Reggie and Ronnie smile big at what she meant.

“Then what are we waiting for then? The night is still young for us,” Ronnie said while Nora then grabbed both of the boy’s shirts with both of her hands, giving a small tug for them to follow her.

“Then follow my lead, then my sexy gangsters,” Nora said cooingly, giving them both wet kiss on both of their lips as they did what they were commanded.

Oh, she is fucking sexy. Our woman is everything for us….

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The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Chapter Fifteen: Me and The Devil

Summary: Angel is trying to hold the cracks together, will a meeting with the devil himself make things better?

Warnings: 18+ Only, genre typical content, threat, emotional distress, mentions of character death, angst, panic attack

Word Count: 2k

A/N: So I thought this would be two separate chapters but as I was writing the first half it didn't feel enough. We are winding towards the end now, there's only a few chapters left. I'm hoping to get the rest of the chapters finished to a better standard than what I feel this chapter has become, this weekend. Anyway, that being said I hope you still enjoy the content of this chapter.

FIFTEEN

Peter regretted it the moment he did it. His stomach turned all the way back down to the car.

“Everything okay, boss?” Miguel asked.

“Yeah.” Peter sighed as he unbuttoned his suit jacket, ready to slide himself into the car. Miguel knew he wasn’t okay, but he didn’t want to push it. If Peter responded like that it meant he didn’t want to talk about it, just move forward, but the lack of flashy metal around Peter’s finger spoke volumes.

They sat in silence all the way to the Huntsman, Peter stuck in his thoughts in the back seat. ‘Why had he done that? What happened with Felicia wasn’t Angel's fault. If anything it was his fault for not saying no all those years ago when she had first tried it on with him. Should have stuck to his guns, then the Vulture wouldn’t have seen her as a target of weakness. But both of them were right.’ He hadn’t realised it, hadn’t wanted to believe it, but Felicia had meant something to him. Sure not as much as Angel, but she was there for him. She listened to him. Yes it just started as sex, but she had become a place for him to share his feelings when he had no one. Someone who made him feel more than just the Spider. Even if it had been just an act on her side, to keep her boss happy.

Miguel watched Peter through the rear view mirror the whole way to the bar. From the way Peter looked out the window, to the way he fidgeted in his seat, Miguel knew he was conflicted. He also knew he couldn’t let Peter get out of the car and go into a room of people like this. At a time when their enemy was always circling, they needed to be strong. Peter needed to be strong.

“Boss, can I say something?” Miguel asked as he pulled up to the curb and turned off the engine. Peter didn’t say anything, but the way he met Miguel’s eyes told Miguel he was able to speak freely. “You’re better with her.” Miguel said. “You know me and Angel have never really been able to see eye to eye, but she’s good for you. You wouldn’t have the business or success you do if it wasn’t for her.” He paused for a moment to make sure Peter was listening. “If you want to end all this mess with the Vulture, you need her by your side, not against you. We know you as the Spider, but she knew you before. She knows all of your strengths and weaknesses and how to work with them. And I hate to admit it but, she knows this business better than any of us. As much as I hated Kingpin, the fact he was her Father, everything he taught her, that’s what made you successful. She made you successful. And ever since you’ve been apart both you and the business haven't been the same. She’s the one who said you should work with Hobie, not those Peaky Blinders, Kray wannabes over in London and look at you and Hobie now? It was her push for F.E.A.S.T that not only helped with our finances but actually helped the city in the way you always wanted and even kept Stacy on our side.” They sat in silence for a moment as Miguel’s words sunk in. “When she left it was like seeing a piece of you die and sure since she’s been back you’ve done nothing but struggle and feel more conflicted, always feeling like you have to watch over your shoulder for her, to protect her, but I saw her when we were downstairs with that shithead Jackson Brice. Imagine if you had that version of her by your side everyday, not hidden away. If you embraced this version of her. Can you see how much stronger you’d be? It’s the only way you can take down Toomes. Together.”

Peter’s eyes had wandered to stare at his feet as Miguel spoke, but the moment he had said ‘together’ Peter’s eyes met Miguel’s once more. Those dark, life hardened eyes, suddenly soft. The care he had developed for Peter over the years, clear on his face.

“I know you’re all cut up about Cat, we all are and we all want to avenge her, but we’ve got to be smart about this, because right now, you’re playing straight into his hands. He knows that we are all stronger together. With us all working together as a team, he doesn’t stand a chance. That’s why he went running to align himself with the Italians. He needed to have a team of his own, but the Italians are only loyal to themselves, that union is tentative at best. If we’re gonna take him down, we all need to work together.”

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Angel sat on the end of the bed in shock. She immediately wished she’d kept her mouth shut. Wished she hadn’t said anything. Wished she’d never taken those pills. Wished she hadn’t made so many decisions. But she had. Those whole three years she wanted nothing but Peter, to be back by his side, so why was she making this so difficult. In sickness and in health. For better or worse. They’d both made those vows and now their marriage felt more irreparable than ever. 

Her breathing suddenly became laboured as the reality of their situation really sank in. She didn’t want this. Her hand clawed at her chest as panic seeped in, tears welling in her eyes as she began to sob. Alone, her wails echoed off the walls back to her ears, only making the feelings trying to burst from her chest worse. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” she repeated to herself as her body became too heavy for her, her legs buckling as she slid off the end of the bed and onto the floor. She could barely feel the pain in her ribs now over the aching of her breaking heart. Her hand clasped over her mouth, trying to keep her breaths and wails in, trying to hold herself together again long enough to get a handle on herself. She needed to fix this. It was all her fault. She needed to fix this. She removed her hand from her mouth to let out one last guttural scream. She breathed deeply as some of the weight on her chest subsided, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she sniffed and tried to compose herself.

She reached into her pocket for her phone, pulling up the message thread from Toomes. ‘Meet tonight. The Mill Rooftop, 8pm.’ Send.

She leaned back against the bed frame, her breathing slowly coming back into control as her plan was beginning to form. She continued to look over to Peter’s ring on the top of the side table. ‘I will fix this.’ she repeated to herself, ‘I will fix this.’

She continued to repeat the mantra to herself as she slowly stood, mustering up her strength and heading towards the adjoining ensuite and walk in wardrobe to ready herself. She touched up her makeup, adding a deadly red lip, still muttering her mantra to herself as she looked herself dead in the eyes. 

“You are the daughter of Wilson Fisk. You are the wife of Peter Parker. You’ve got this. You can fix this. You will fix this.”

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She was grateful that between the three of them, Peter, Harry and Miguel had been moving the cars from the old house over to the parking garage here in Queens. As she climbed into the McLaren (Peter had of course got it for the use of Spider in the name), she wasn’t sure if it was from the drugs still coursing through her system or the adrenaline, but she was thankful that she was numb to the pain in her body right now. As she hit the ignition, the car rumbled to life beneath her, flooding more adrenaline through her body; and as she sat waiting for the gate at the top of the ramp to open, she began to mutter her mantra again, “I can fix this. I can fix this.”

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She wasn’t even sure if he’d come. As she slowly made her way up the stairs of The Mill, one of her Father’s old buildings in the Kitchen, known for its drug labs and exports, she feared she’d psyched herself up in vain. As she opened the door to the rooftop, her heels echoing powerfully on the concrete, she was relieved to see him stood waiting for her in the shadows.

“Interesting choice in meeting place.” he said as he turned away from the edge to face her. “The same place your Father fell to his death.”

“Don’t play innocent Toomes, we both know you pushed him.”

“What makes you think you’d walk away when he didn’t?”

“You said it yourself,” she said as she came to a stop before him, “you just can’t seem to kill me.” 

He raised his eyebrows at her, a flash of a smirk in his eyes, a taunt, I’d happily try again. He’s cool and collected, casual even as he sits himself on the edge of the building. “So come on then, what are your terms?” She took two steps back, her arms outstretched indicating to the building. “The Mill?” He asked in confirmation.

“Peter doesn’t do drugs. You want something to chew on, we’ll sign it over to you, let you run it, but you have to respect us and you have to respect the city.”

“That’s it? Your big bargaining chip? An old dusty drug factory?”

“Be grateful I’m not asking for a pound of flesh after blowing up the hub.”

He chuckles as his head turns to look out over the city. “Aaah yes of course, why would you care about the Black Cat after she fucked your man.” She pursed her lips, trying to keep her composure as the cut smarted. “Did you a favour really.” he continued to taunt. “You should be thanking me for making that little problem go away.”

“She wasn’t a problem?” 

“Oh, really? Because I think your husband's wedding ring currently sat on that side table in your bedroom says otherwise.” Angel’s face finally fell. “Oh you didn’t think anyone knew about that? There’s a lot you don’t realise I know. Like…” he paused for dramatic effect as he drummed his fingers against his chin, “you should be a lot nicer to the people that help you. Or how about the current whereabouts of Aunt May. Or how you aren’t in a position to negotiate anything with me, after all, it’s your husband’s name that’s on your Father’s will, not yours and last time I checked, old Petey boy doesn’t negotiate with- what’s the word the Brit used? Terrorists, was it?”

“Fine, but something needs to change. Innocent people have died. They didn’t ask for this.” Angel said growing frantic.

He smirked as he stood pacing towards her. He gripped the lapels of her suit jacket, turning her with ease, holding her over the edge of the building. Her fingers gripped tightly at his wrists, her own fractured wrist smarting with the strain. He chuckled harder as he took in the look of fear on her face as she looked between him and the ground far below. “You’re right little Angel,” he sneered, “they didn’t ask for this and it doesn’t matter as this will all be over soon.” She breathed a sigh of relief as he slowly righted her again, moving her away from the edge. “I gave you a chance to make this easier Angel when I visited you after your Dad’s little ‘accident’, but instead you ran back to him and started playing house and now look at the two of you. You put your faith in the Spider and now you will watch when I make him scream. And I will make him scream.” He paused for a moment, releasing her suit from his grip and brushing it smooth again before starting to walk away.

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You Can Only Turn Left, by Emiland Kray and Ember Chan and Mary Kray

You Can Only Turn Left is a playful exploration of the hypnagogic state between sleeping and wakefulness. Within this liminal space, memories morph into dreams and dreams feather into reality. You, the player have to navigate these hallucinations by choosing how the character creates their sleeping patterns. Inspired by game books and guided sleep meditations, this story invites you to imagine both the mundane and the fantastic to practice the mental flexibility of an avid dreamer. Author's Comment: "This game is the accumulation of dream journals dating back to 2017, the collaboration and patience of many mentors, and an incredible amount of energy drinks."

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Meet Moreena Krai, the most effective combat medic in the Phoenix Cell!

So, before I go into her place in my story, let me explain her design.

When I did multiple research tasks on Moreena, I saw that one source pointed out that she may have been dark-skinned based on Ezra's sketch of her. For that, as well as me just wanting to play around with concepts and try new ideas, I decided to make Moreena dark-skinned - which, additionally, may explain why Ezra crushed on Sabine (just an idea.) I can't recall right now if I chose to give her brown or gray eyes, but either way, I felt that maybe it would be interesting to give her a separate eye color from Ezra's deep sea blue, and further differentiate her from one of my OCs.

As for her outfit, I saw one fanfic depict her as a medic, and I thought that was a good idea. And although I'm no expert by any stretch of the imagination, I wanted to add a combat medic to the Phoenix Cell for when they're either on a planet's surface, or when they're in a dogfight with the Empire. For the colors, I chose that palette to reflect the Red Cross, and show that she's in the medical department. The blaster I added to show that she's gotta take up arms on the field, and that she won't be an easy target if things go south. My only regret is that I forgot to change her expression - but, seeing as she and Ezra reunite during my spin on S3, maybe it fits after all....

When Moreena left for Alderaan with her family, she and her younger sister, Judi, enrolled at one of the higher level academies on the planet when their grandmother noticed their separate talents: Judi's scientifically inclined mind, and Moreena's medical expertise when she came across some injured street urchins. Although Judi, despite being young and sharp-minded, came to accept much of the propaganda that the Empire spouted, Moreena kept quiet over it and wondered if she should have shown off that skill with her grandmother present after all. She didn't regret helping the urchins, especially since one of the boys acted a lot like Ezra when they had been kids, but unlike Judi she remembered what the Empire had done to their farm. And unlike her little sister - who was growing quite fond of the company of the Imperial boys who swaggered around the Academy grounds as if they were moffs - Moreena didn't want their company, or the constant reminder of the home she was taken from, and the one friend her age who knew the unfairness of the Empire.

As the next two years went by, Moreena and Judi reached the finals of their classes. However, Judi had become a model student for her school work ethic and Imperial support, in spite of the fact that she could be seen after hours partying with some of the rowdy students. By contrast, Moreena grew more distant from her classmates and sister, keeping tabs on the reports of a rebellion happening back on Lothal in secret. Following a gut instinct, Moreena dug and searched Imperial transmissions from the sector and discovered that there was a cell of rebels in the system that had caused much pushback and change to her home - and that one of the wanted "criminals" was Ezra Bridger.

Desperate to know his fate, and eager to be free of the Imperial academy, Moreena did more research, eventually realizing through determined digging that Bail Organa was the one quietly sponsoring and aiding the rebel cell. Because this had been accomplished through implicating means, Moreena ended up meeting Bail in person after one of his aides, claiming to be a recruiter for the Alderaanian Medical Institute, brought her to the palace to "see if her knowledge [was] comparable to a professional's". Bail was not angered when he met Moreena; rather, he was impressed by her tenacity and talent. After a long, private discussion about what she had done, and the cruelty of the Empire, Bail offered her two choices: go to the Alderaanian Institute without fear of repercussions from her illicit actions, or go on a private shuttle that was preparing to leave with new recruits for the Phoenix Cell.

Before the day was out, Moreena was packing necessities and readying for the shuttle, while her family was informed that she had accepted a scholarship to the Alderaanian Institute of Medicine.

Although the equipment wasn't as shiny or up to date as at the academy, Moreena threw herself into her work and even worked with her fellow medics to improve medical conditions in the cell. Six months after joining, Moreena finally got to meet Ezra again, but was surprised by the changes she saw in him. He had grown taller, broader, and was sporting a new buzzcut and had twin scars on his left cheek. But that wasn't what surprised her most: he was a Jedi Padawan, but strangely acting less heroic than the old stories told. No, he was wielding a breakable, purple-bladed saberstaff, and was using techniques that seemed dangerous and more Sith-like than she'd ever imagined.

Their reunion was strained and cautious, like two playmate animals who were just meeting after years of separation and abuse. Ezra would often come to her in the medical wing for checkups, or to see if she or the others were doing well. Moreena, though she was unnerved by his actions, always welcomed him there, and would try to get him to open up about what had happened. It was difficult, and took the help of Sabine and Zeb to put the pieces together, but Moreena eventually learned about Korriban, Kanan's blinding, and how Ezra felt he needed power to protect his friends.

This, in time, led to many arguments between her and Ezra, as Ezra's quest was leading him to a darkness he wouldn't/couldn't see, and Moreena wasn't going to lose him to the Dark Side. After a while, Ezra started to realize how comfortable he was getting with mind controlling his enemies and using other dark powers, but didn't know how to break away from it. Moreena became a spot of light for him in those days, and helped him chase away the darkness when he felt the pull grow stronger. This made their old friendship bloom into something more, and when Ezra sought out Maul to sever his connection to the former Apprentice and seek answers, Moreena proved a force of nature herself by convincing both Kanan and Sabine to bring her along to find him.

Once that adventure ended, Moreena and Ezra started a relationship, though they both took it slow due to the circumstances and experiences they'd had in the past years. Their bond grew stronger, though, and from Yavin 4 to Endor, they remained close, and joined Kanan and Luke Skywalker in rebuilding the Jedi Order.

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@princessallura052 @radicalrebelcat and all those who read this, I hope you like it! Moreena and Ezra get married probably right after Endor; better to take that opening while it's there than suffer the consequences of waiting. I see them with at least two kids, though a third is always welcome. I chose a different name for her little sister, although I don't know what fate she should suffer. I know at the very least her parents are on Alderaan when it's destroyed, which is one of the times Ezra and Moreena grow exceptionally close.

Stay tuned, for I may attempt designing Sabine's boyfriend sometime...

May the Force be with you all!