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Michael felt something about the brothers. He didn’t have terms for what it was, but he knew he was in the presence of two powerful beings. Anne would be pleased. When the first spoke he nodded, “I am not. I am the one send for these meetings, this is the first our coven has contacted another in a long time. I would like to hear your offer” Anne had outlined what they would accept and not to him, though untrained in politics, Michael figured that wasn’t the best place to start 

They looked displeased, Michael already knew that the situation was going to be tense. Getting the girls to agree to anything that these gentlemen were proposing was going to be a task. But Annabelle wanted longevity for the coven and this was the way they were going to get it without getting pushed out by others.  Michael looked forward to the prospective meeting, others like them.

Little did he know what the other coven might do once they discovered him. “Of course. Any agreement that we can come to I think will benefit all of us. My apologies the matriarch wanted me to come alone. If these stocks go, as well as I hope she will likely join me in the next one.” His speech was half rehearsed, Annabel had a script she wanted all of them to run by.

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“I wasn’t in town when the fire started. We got a call from up the hill that smoke was reported by some folks on the highway. I started that way- my brother worked for the courthouse. I wanted to make sure he was alright when people started saying piece of the road were caving in. The mine worked its way under the city, engineer said it was plenty of rock between. Heat of the fire must have weakened it,” he leaned against the car eyeing Addie again as she walked over. While they looked at the camera Austin tried not to assume what she was seeing. They had all seen very strange things. Lucas had mentioned a little girl, more than once, “Lake should be up the street. I can radio him, he used to work for the mine and has been helping the recovery.”

Walking away from them he kept the radio volume low while he spoke to the other man. Once he confirmed Austin walked back toward the pair, “I’ll warn you he hasn’t been the most pleasant. Folks from here don’t care for outsiders and there’s been a lot of them here. Just don’t take it personal,” Lake was the hot head of the survivors. After having to pull family and friends from the smoldering underground Austin didn’t blame him. It was a few more moments before a pick up covered in soot and burn marks rolled from one of the limited streets. Lake was filthy, sweat and ash covered, getting out of the truck his frown was deep but unchanged at the sight of new folks. “What do you want?” The question was pointed toward Austin in regard for the strangers.

“They wanted the fire marshal, figured you had more information. I’ll take them to Luc here after for the records,” Austin offered. Lake nodded looking at them both, “You won’t be getting any further in this city for a while. Fires have spread further. So, beyond that, what are you after?” The fires weren’t the issue, the things coming from the mine were. Lake hadn’t been certain he had seen the right things, his mind reeling from the events of the last few weeks.

Silent Hill had been a no nothing town. Now that it was off the map it seemed every type of person wanted to take a piece of it for themselves. Austin had tried not to let it bother him, most came with the desire to help, not that anyone could do much. The woman wondered off and Austin's shoulders relaxed. Something about her look felt like she was peering beyond his face. Looking for something deeper. As the man that was with her spoke, Austin waved his hand, "Ain't nothin'. She got a job like you," the sooner they took their pictures and got their vials filled, the sooner they'd be off to some big city. Let those that survived lick their wounds and try to figure out what it was they were supposed to do next, "We all lose people. Born and raised down the mountain, came here during my summers with my paw. Ask what ya need," he'd just tell them to talk to Lucas. Somehow the elder Maze was saving face, Austin wondered if the shock hadn't worn off just yet, Lucas hadn't been the same after they pulled him from the courthouse.

His eyes scanned the street, only week prior they had been planning the first summer fair. "You come to places like this a lot?" He hadn't seen that many agencies since the last flood. It felt like too many suits for what the Appalachians saw as a cost to doing business with mother earth. Austin's eyes flicked to the woman, his chest tight as she wondered about, he wondered how someone like that looked at a place like they stood. Was it a problem to be solved? He bit his tongue instead, looking back at the male agent to let him ask his questions.

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It seemed like an unspoken war, remarks shared back and forth. Glares, looks and drinks shared. Michael leaned back in his stool, it seemed the ring leader wasn’t pleased with the exchange. The sharpness in his moments mirrored by the dogs on their leashes, spilt drinks went everywhere. Michael’s head canted curiously, it felt bold to allow such a display in a place someone as ordinary as him could witness. He couldn’t understand much while the music blared on except the ring leader was holding the chaos back by a mere thread.

The tension broke with a simple gesture, Michael released the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if things had gone the other way, part of him wasn’t sure he would have stayed out of it. Finally the offer was made, clear as day, his eyebrows raised not able to hide his interest in the conversation. Who was right? Who was wrong? Was there even a good or evil in this discussion?

With his drink emptied he motioned for the bar tender, she brought him another before daring to lean closer. “I don’t think this is the place you want to be tonight,” she casted a subtle nod toward the men, “I’d stop staring.” Nodding Michael took his seat once Moeder turning half away from the men, keeping them in his peripherals, just in case.

It wasn’t where someone would normally find him. Not even a faint hint of him would communicate he should be here. Yet here Klaus was in the back of a nightclub at a table. Other men dressed similarly to him in the booth seats beside him. Their blazers maybe a little bit more flashy, their hair a little more fussed over but they all blended into each other in terms of they all looked out of place here in the loud thumping music den.

Klaus would occasionally move to lend his ear close to another man’s after one across the table looked to finish speaking. He’d consider the words relayed to himself in his lean away. When he’d turn the pipe bowl nearly vertical and light the tobacco inside softly. Roasting it like a baked Alaska. There was a decent time in these pauses, all before he’d come back to lean forward again, back to the one who spoke to him earlier. His wording divisive and cut throat, but that was only what was gathered from the view from the bar. The other man parroting it to the other group. Who would then reconvene.

He sat watching them. Puffing smoke above into the shaded lamp above their heads. The light making their faces all look like their heads were merely just their skulls. Skeletons in suits behind blue smoke occasionally recolored in the stage lights that hit them.

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TUTORIAL: using discord webhooks to get tumblr notifications in discord

i’ve been using discord webhooks to get notifications in a channel of a personal server when i receive a new reply, asks, or a mention on any of my rp or personal accounts. you are also able to read the received asks & replies you get right in the discord channel.

since i have a fair number of separate tumblr accounts, it’s been a great feature to avoid having multiple windows or tumblr sessions open at once while still being aware of when i receive a new reply, ask, or follower.

not sure if this is something you’re interested in ?? examples of this in use are at the bottom of this post !!

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They looked displeased, Michael already knew that the situation was going to be tense. Getting the girls to agree to anything that these gentlemen were proposing was going to be a task. But Annabelle wanted longevity for the coven and this was the way they were going to get it without getting pushed out by others.  Michael looked forward to the prospective meeting, others like them.

Little did he know what the other coven might do once they discovered him. “Of course. Any agreement that we can come to I think will benefit all of us. My apologies the matriarch wanted me to come alone. If these stocks go, as well as I hope she will likely join me in the next one.” His speech was half rehearsed, Annabel had a script she wanted all of them to run by.

Michael stole another glance at the clock he was a street away and almost five minutes late. The coven had held him up longer than he expected, as if they knew what he was doing.

Pulling off the road beside the men he had agreed to meet he quickly rose from the drivers side. “Apologies gentlemen,” closing the door he started toward them.

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winter soldier (2018 - 2019) taken from the comics.

in the meantime, how are you handling this?

i told you, i’m not hungry. so you can stop asking.

but you’ll need to stay here at least a few days, until you get your strength back.

helping someone and “saving” them are two different things. 

hey. how are you feeling?

you’re a liar.

i’m sorry if you thought i was promising a perfect life.

you’ve been through quite a lot. it’s okay and totally normal to be sick of talking.

fight me! fight me!

i don’t know what to do. where to go. i don’t – i don’t know.

still feels like getting hit by a big truck.

you got heart, buddy.

it’s probably nothing. but it’s always better to be safe.

don’t follow me. don’t look for me.

i’m not great at all this emotion stuff.

you’re not alone. or at least you don’t have to be.

growing boys can’t live on coffee alone.

and you’re welcome to stay as long as you want.

for now, the best thing you can do is be patient.

i’m a big fan.

but you need to know, if we do this, there’s no going back.

would you mind sitting up, please? we’ve talked about this.

your “hero” can’t be trusted.

i know what it’s like. to be turned into something you’re not. to have your life stolen from you.

so do you want to talk about it? or continue to brood in silence?

hey, you know, sometimes adults get held up. i’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, though.

there are a lot of things that people tell us we’re “supposed” to do. but that doesn’t mean we have to.

i don’t want to talk to you. i don’t want to see you.

do you think there’s any chance of a late-night pizza?

hey, hey, it’s okay. we’ve all done things we’re not proud of.

i’ve been down that path. once you’re in that place, you just hate yourself so much that, you can’t imagine how anyone else could ever not hate you.

i trust you. and the more i can show you that, hopefully the more you’ll start to trust me.

you want me to “trust” you? then tell me the truth.

i was made into a weapon.

they were going to hurt you. bad.

all i’m saying is, this is a transition period and it’s okay that it’s uncomfortable.

why are you really doing all this? what do you get out of it?

i’m sick of talking.

you’ve got three seconds to come out! or i come and drag you out!

i don’t know who you think you are, kid, but no one else dies here.

we all build narratives. we tell ourselves stories about who we are. and who – one day – we’re going to be.

i’m doing what you said. finding time to clear my head. letting whatever comes back come back.

more like “embracing the power nap”.

looks like my eyes were bigger than my stomach. you hungry?

it won’t be forever. eventually, things will get better.

most of the time, things don’t work out that way. sometimes they go really wrong.

but that’s what this is about, right? some perfect noble life you’re trying to create, like something from a movie. where you get to be the savior.

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Michael was overwhelmed by it all, the lights and music, he didn’t understand how any of them could stand it. Clubbing was supposed to be what men his age did, drink and enjoy their time away from what ever life was home. Robbed of these experiences he found himself wondering if he had missed something. So far, he couldn’t say he saw a reason for all of it. Sipping some pale green drink- it’s a whiskey sour you look the type- the bartender had insisted on giving him Michael eyed the other patrons.

A small billow of smoke caught his eye, following the trail to its owner he met the man’s eyes with curiosity. Predators were good at finding one another, the man was a hunter too. Michael had long lost the feeling of threat, he’d done enough in his life to know he could hold his own. His feet carried him closer to the other, he seemed to lead whatever pack of fellow blazer wearing men were with him.

Following his gaze he saw men like him talking to similar men, perhaps he had chosen the wrong bar. He was the odd one out. Putting his back to the door Michael moved closer to the bar watching the network connect and move. He was curious what had their feathers ruffled.

It wasn’t where someone would normally find him. Not even a faint hint of him would communicate he should be here. Yet here Klaus was in the back of a nightclub at a table. Other men dressed similarly to him in the booth seats beside him. Their blazers maybe a little bit more flashy, their hair a little more fussed over but they all blended into each other in terms of they all looked out of place here in the loud thumping music den.

Klaus would occasionally move to lend his ear close to another man’s after one across the table looked to finish speaking. He’d consider the words relayed to himself in his lean away. When he’d turn the pipe bowl nearly vertical and light the tobacco inside softly. Roasting it like a baked Alaska. There was a decent time in these pauses, all before he’d come back to lean forward again, back to the one who spoke to him earlier. His wording divisive and cut throat, but that was only what was gathered from the view from the bar. The other man parroting it to the other group. Who would then reconvene.

He sat watching them. Puffing smoke above into the shaded lamp above their heads. The light making their faces all look like their heads were merely just their skulls. Skeletons in suits behind blue smoke occasionally recolored in the stage lights that hit them.

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Michael stole another glance at the clock he was a street away and almost five minutes late. The coven had held him up longer than he expected, as if they knew what he was doing.

Pulling off the road beside the men he had agreed to meet he quickly rose from the drivers side. “Apologies gentlemen,” closing the door he started toward them.

The twins waited patiently for their client to arrive. Usually they weren't known for courtesy but this one was different. "You better be right about this, little brother..."

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Tom Hanniger - Jensen Ackles

My Bloody Valentine (2009)

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Silent Hill had been a no nothing town. Now that it was off the map it seemed every type of person wanted to take a piece of it for themselves. Austin had tried not to let it bother him, most came with the desire to help, not that anyone could do much. The woman wondered off and Austin's shoulders relaxed. Something about her look felt like she was peering beyond his face. Looking for something deeper. As the man that was with her spoke, Austin waved his hand, "Ain't nothin'. She got a job like you," the sooner they took their pictures and got their vials filled, the sooner they'd be off to some big city. Let those that survived lick their wounds and try to figure out what it was they were supposed to do next, "We all lose people. Born and raised down the mountain, came here during my summers with my paw. Ask what ya need," he'd just tell them to talk to Lucas. Somehow the elder Maze was saving face, Austin wondered if the shock hadn't worn off just yet, Lucas hadn't been the same after they pulled him from the courthouse.

His eyes scanned the street, only week prior they had been planning the first summer fair. "You come to places like this a lot?" He hadn't seen that many agencies since the last flood. It felt like too many suits for what the Appalachians saw as a cost to doing business with mother earth. Austin's eyes flicked to the woman, his chest tight as she wondered about, he wondered how someone like that looked at a place like they stood. Was it a problem to be solved? He bit his tongue instead, looking back at the male agent to let him ask his questions.

The last few weeks had been hell, to say the least. Their town had gone up in flames, and so many were still unaccounted for. Lucas and a few others who had been found alive were staying in the next town over, trying to piece together what they could. Lake was being pulled with the rescue team to return, knock down the flames, and reclaim what they could. The DA's office had been kind enough to loan Lucas an office to store the files he had pulled from Silent Hill's town hall. There he was simply recording what was lost, saved, and trying to salvage what he could for the active cases due for trial. Not that it mattered anymore, most would simply be death certificates sent out to other courts.

While standing with the officers, Austin saw a black sedan pull up; the woman in the passenger seat had a stern look. The "good ole boys" called her "ma'am," fearing reprisal for disrespect. They spoke a few moments before the chief was hailed over; his coughs were clear as day. The smoke wasn't good for the older gentleman's lungs; he wasn't from the coal families. The group spoke around her open window a few moments before the sedan was guided toward Austin's group. "Take them up, city hall, no further. The engineering corp hasn't signed off on all of Main yet. Then take them down the road, they'll meet with Judge Maze to go over the records." Nodding, Austin pointed toward a worn-out mine truck, "Follow me up."

The drive was fast enough, a few short minutes passing smoldering timbers and buildings that looked like they had barely survived a nuclear disaster. The heat that had radiated from the initial fire outbreak had ruined most of the town from the ground up. Parking in front of the white marble building coated in black soot from all the smoke, Austin got out to greet the pair, "Can' go inside any of the buildin's. They'll be needin' fire marshall sign off first. But, you're welcome to walk this street. Not sure what y'all need to be seein'."

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The last few weeks had been hell, to say the least. Their town had gone up in flames, and so many were still unaccounted for. Lucas and a few others who had been found alive were staying in the next town over, trying to piece together what they could. Lake was being pulled with the rescue team to return, knock down the flames, and reclaim what they could. The DA's office had been kind enough to loan Lucas an office to store the files he had pulled from Silent Hill's town hall. There he was simply recording what was lost, saved, and trying to salvage what he could for the active cases due for trial. Not that it mattered anymore, most would simply be death certificates sent out to other courts.

While standing with the officers, Austin saw a black sedan pull up; the woman in the passenger seat had a stern look. The "good ole boys" called her "ma'am," fearing reprisal for disrespect. They spoke a few moments before the chief was hailed over; his coughs were clear as day. The smoke wasn't good for the older gentleman's lungs; he wasn't from the coal families. The group spoke around her open window a few moments before the sedan was guided toward Austin's group. "Take them up, city hall, no further. The engineering corp hasn't signed off on all of Main yet. Then take them down the road, they'll meet with Judge Maze to go over the records." Nodding, Austin pointed toward a worn-out mine truck, "Follow me up."

The drive was fast enough, a few short minutes passing smoldering timbers and buildings that looked like they had barely survived a nuclear disaster. The heat that had radiated from the initial fire outbreak had ruined most of the town from the ground up. Parking in front of the white marble building coated in black soot from all the smoke, Austin got out to greet the pair, "Can' go inside any of the buildin's. They'll be needin' fire marshall sign off first. But, you're welcome to walk this street. Not sure what y'all need to be seein'."

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She had only agreed to this because Sebastian had asked nicely, and anything HYDRA-related always landed in her email. It was the only thing she had asked of SHEILD when they had asked her to work for them. But Addie hadn't expected to end up investigating some tiny town with one main road and too many tilted little houses.

"You know I kill people, right?" She sighed as they rolled to a stop at a set of barricades. There 4-5 police cruisers from the town they had diven through to get here.

definitely"I know, and I might need your skills yet, dear. For now, play nice and roll down the window for the officers." The old man said as he pulled out one of his many badges to show, as Addie did what he had instructed, squinting when the flashlight beam swept the car's interior. In the distance, she could see the ghost of small fires being put out here and there. This was definetly odd but not supernaturally so. At least not that she could see.

"Officer, my partner and I are with the FBI. We are here to investigate the potential cause of this tragedy. We have reason to believe it is in association with a known terrorist organization. Who is the highest-ranked officer here?"

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Her soft voice and kind natured words are grounding, the race of thoughts and anxiety in his chest relaxing. The whole room had relaxed as the man was lead out, his own shoulders lowering as her hand pressed gently into his skin. In his time away from the coven he had started to see how deeply mere strangers felt for one another. How fragile most were and how few would lay down their own fears to protect a stranger. “No I suppose no one did,” she was right though plenty had moved away no one dared to stop what he saw coming.

Noting the splotchy spot on her dress his own hand moved to find something to help. She managed it on her own before turning the concern to him, “I’m alright,” physically he was fine. His cage was rattled though, his darkness was hungry, “I don’t really drink,” alcohol was something he didn’t understand. A substance that thinned the line between thought and action. Few seemed to do well with it, but it was everywhere. “I’ll just take a water,” he looked for the bar tender who seemed busy now with the woman he had been flirting with all evening. “I’m going to guess that you’re not from here,” it wasn’t entirely a question. He wasn’t but the town had adopted him as if he were, another kindness he hadn’t expected.

Blue hues finally flicked to her face, taking in her features Michael didn’t notice how long he had been looking. After a few beats he looked to his hand, “Are you here with friends?” Social decorum was a skill he still needed to polish, “Odd place to find alone.”

open - michael - any connection welcome

The normally gentle giant had put down the lesson of the witches, sworn off the evil and rage they tried to bestow him with. The same gifts he had used to kill so many; their screams haunted every dream even as the years went on. An outsider looking in might even mistake him for a pacifist, just as the figure before them had- a fatal error in the wrong place.

Thankfully, the crowded bar had enough bodies between them to keep Michael at bay. The gaze he cast, however, spelt the violence he wanted to inflict. “Stay away from them,” or else had been implied well enough in his tone.

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via set make up artist @/mikaelaova & @/wayway82 on IG for The Crow (2024)

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