#Serif Family Mafia

[spaceraspberries]

I made a version of my Mafia Fell fam in the Sims 😆 I haven’t played the game in years so don’t judge! I’m sure there were various packs I could have bought to add stuff on but for now this is the Serif family as it is.

Edit: I totally forgot to take a pic of gay boi Pap ._.

First: Mira, mate of Sans and mother of Pastel.

Second, Terra, mate of G and mother of Calisto.

Third: Pastel, AKA Marshmallow: Son of Mira and Sans and a full skeleton. A bit of a bully but is overall a good boy.

Fourth: Calisto, Son of G and Terra and a literal anime protagonist. He appears sweet but will throw a fit if being cute doesn’t work.

Fifth: Gaster/G: head of the Gaster bros and Husband to Terra and father to Calisto.

Sixth: Sans, husband to Mira and father to Pastel. The ‘strong arm’ of the trio of brothers.

Seventh, not pictured: Papyrus, the brains of the family who is quick with a gun. He is just as confused by his families dynamic as anyone else.

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[isnt-that-something]

LET ME DUMB IT DOWN FOR YOU

It only took nearly 4 months to finish but here is the other story inspired by @bigoltrashpile Mafia brothers! This one is from this prompt but with Scar’s child. Special thanks to @literalgarbagebutok, @crippledtrashcan , and @bigoltrashpile for the inspiration to write, finish writing, and betaing this piece.  Story below cut to save feed also POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS, Child Abuse, Implied Torture. That said, enjoy!

The heels of Scar's custom leather Oxford shoes clicked rapidly against the concrete of the sidewalk. His brisk pace took him rapidly to his destination. Normally his mate would pick up their child from daycare, but recently they had started acting... odd. Where their child was once a bright bubble of energy, begging to bring their newest games, puzzles, and books to show to their friends so much more subdued and hesitant. 

At first he had thought maybe they were just trying to emulate him acting more formal, they'd even started wearing gloves at all times claiming to want to be more like their dad. Before that had filled him with pride that they looked up to him so much, but the longer it went on the less his child would take off the gloves all together and the more subdued their actions became. Scar may have been distracted with work and had written off some of the behaviors as a phase, but there was just something not right and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

The daycare's entrance grew ever closer with every click of his heel. "Mt. Ebott Child Care and Development Center" was not only the finest child care facility but was also meant to help enrich children's minds. They had chosen it with great care because nothing but the best would do for his child. 

As he drew closer a memory of a parent-teacher conference tickled the back of his mind, his eyes narrowed slightly his rapid steps slowing just a bit thinking back to the topic of the night. He remembered being vastly irritated as one of the teachers had brought up some of the children had been doing some things far out of their 'norm age' range and that it was causing disruptions among the rest of the children, the teacher then held out a popular chapter book series that his child loved and Scar knew then the "children" in question was his own. 

His mate loved to read and had been reading to their child from birth and they quickly took it up at a very young age themselves. He remembered snarking at the teacher "I SWEAR TO ASGORE, IF THEY CAN READ THE WORDS IT IS CLEARLY NOT ABOVE THEIR READING LEVEL OR COMPREHENSION. AND I WILL NOT LIMIT THEM TO "SOMETHING THEIR LEVEL". THEY CAN READ CHAPTER BOOKS IF THEY DAMN WELL PLEASE NOW GIVE THEM BACK THEIR BOOKS, JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE STUCK AT A THIRD GRADE READING LEVEL DOES NOT MEAN MY CHILD IS." because frankly he had already had a bad day and this nonsense was ridiculous coming from a teacher that was supposed to promote learning. 

The other parents and teachers had agreed and the idiot, as Scar thought of him, had gestured in defeat and brushed it off. Perhaps he had a tighter set to his lips but they moved on to the next topic and nothing had ever come if it. His 'work' had gotten much busier in the following weeks, but now that he thought of it... his child's behavior had started to slowly change shortly after that night.

Schooling his expression as though he was going to meet with a rival gang leader and strode into the place as though he owned it. He walked down the wall past the various class rooms and play areas to his child's room. He noted the vast difference in atmosphere immediately. 

Where the other rooms had been filled with the various cacophony of children at play, this room is much more subdued. Instead of playful chatter and squeals there was a quiet hush in the room as the children milled about. Some reading, some doing art, some sitting quietly in corners. Quieter than any room with this many children at this age had a right to be. It felt outright... gray.

 It grated on Scar's nerves to no end. They were rankled further when his gaze laid to rest on his child who was standing before the teacher head down and trembling. The man stood towering over his child, back to Scar who heard him say "I've told you to look at me when I'm talking to you." Only to cut off as the child gasped seeing their father standing in the door. The man turned, Scar recognized the idiot from the meeting, and his entire demeanor shifted. Smiling he approached Scar like they were old friends.

"Ah Mr. Serif, good afternoon! What a pleasant surprise, though doesn't your spouse normally come to pick up your little one? I do hope your spouse is well?" the man carried on much to Scar's displeasure. Scar had shifted his gaze to his child, who was looking as though their deepest wish in the world was for a hole to open up and swallow them whole. For the first time in weeks his child didn't have on their gloves and Scar was aghast at the sight of them. Their delicate skin was bright red and painful whelks on top of various shades of purple underneath bruises in various stages of recovery.

As he knelt next to them gently taking their hands into his own, examining them. Eyelights shrinking in rage, his child trembled staring at the floor. "Oh dear, I know. Poor dear managed to.... catch their hands in the toy chest lid today. It's quite a heavy lid, but they learned a very important lesson today. Those toys are meant for the older children, they're simply not ready to play with such things.'' The man ended with a titter of laughter, missing how Scar's eyelights disappeared as he watched his child shrink into themselves in shame at the man's words. 

He carefully lifted them into his arms, tenderly hugging them as they pressed their face into his neck, eyelights now narrow pinpricks. Turning to face the imbecile that continued chattering on, his words a buzz in Scar's skull. He slowly turned to stare at the man, for the first time the man's speech stuttered, fear seizing his heart.... then Scar simply turned and walked out the door silently, never uttering a single word. The caretaker stared in surprise after the vanishing skeleton and his child.

Hmph he half grunted. He's expected the skeleton to pitch a fit. Of course he'd been telling the truth... the brats hands had been caught trying to remove a toy from the wooden chest, he just so happened to add a little force to the lids descent. One day they'll learn not to cause trouble. Thinking nothing more of it, he turned back to the classroom of students that had been quietly watching the entire interaction, secretly hoping that their "caretaker" would be called out... Scar's child was not the first one to receive 'lessons', though his child seemed to receive them more, most likely due to their stubbornness.

That evening Scar and his spouse sat their child down and got the whole story from them. They had tried so hard to handle things themselves because it's what their Papa would have done. They tearfully told story after story of the teacher's 'lessons', ranging anywhere from beratement to being struck on the back of their hands with rulers. Getting their hands slammed in the heavy lids of the play box had been the worst to date. Every word and tear was like gasoline pouring on the rage building in Scar's soul that he carefully hid from his child. He assured them over and over they had done nothing wrong and while it was commendable that they had tried to take care of things on their own he reminded them that even Papa relied on family when things got tough and to remember to rely on them in the future.

After getting them calmed and settled for the night, Scar did exactly what he told his child to do. He gathered the others and in a tone that belied the anger burning within him told them the entire story. A cold fury swept through the entire gang. You mess with one of them, you mess with them all. Sans, Papyrus and Butch focused on taking care of the family and all the business of the day, Lucky and Slim started a search for a replacement in the facility as well as digging up any information on all the other faculty and staff in the place thoroughly vetting all current and potential future employee. While they worked on that Scar, Noir and Hound went….hunting.

Unknowing of the danger he had put himself in the source of Scar’s rage opened the door to his modest apartment, he threw his keys into the tray next to the door before closing and locking it. He tread the familiar path down the long hallway before flicking on the light of the living room, which to his shock revealed one of his clients sitting bold as brass in his chair!

“Mr. Serif?! What in the world are you doing in m-” he was cut off suddenly.

“AH, MR.” Scar paused seemly trying and failing to remember his name nonchalantly, “WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS. NOT THAT IT MATTERS. GOOD EVENING. YOU AND I HAVE THINGS TO DISCUSS ABOUT YOUR TREATMENT OF MY CHILD.”

The man stuttered in shock, “You have no right to break into my home!” He whirled to the phone on the wall only to be further shocked by the appearance of another taller skeleton dressed in a sharp suit in crimson accents. The fangs on his face curved into a cruel smile.

“I DON’T THINK THAT WOULD BE WISE.” Noir said in a taunting voice.

A icy fear started to skitter down his back. Neither skeleton were overtly threatening him, in fact they seemed very relaxed in their posture, but something about this whole situation was extremely unnerving. He gathered himself and attempted to force confidence into his tone and posture as he turned to go back out the door he came. 

“Whatever it is Mr. Serif you will have to address it with me at the Center. Breaking and entering is a crime. I insist you leave my home this ins-” Once again he was cut off, but this time by shock as he found his front door entrance blocked by yet ANOTHER tall skeleton, this one was dressed in a dusty orange dress shirt and nice slacks. His usual golden fang smile was currently twisted into a snarl.

“a ‘crime’? ya think this issa crime? what about repeatedly abusin’ a child in your care?!” this new skeleton said with a voice dripping with venom.

His mouth was suddenly dry as a desert he opened his mouth to defend himself only to jump by the sound of Scar’s voice directly behind him.

“IT APPEARS HE NEEDS A LESSON TO LEARN THE DIFFERENCE. LUCKILY… WE ARE HERE TO EDUCATE YOU ON THE MATTER.”

And his world went black.

It was many hours into the next day before the trio emerged from Noir’s ‘Workshop’ satisfied, worn and….dirty.  

Slim and the others had finished a list of candidates they thought would be suitable for the center, subtly dropped while the Director was busy answering questions over a missing persons report.

Of the list Scar personally hired the one with the best qualifications after a stringent hiring process to care for his child at home personally followed by weeks of strict supervision. They had frequent trips and playdates with other children, but never again would his child be put in that situation.

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[nighttimepixels]

What kind of illegalness would the mob!ladies be doing? Would they each be in allied groups or all be in one gang?

I am glad you asked >:D and all the thanks to @thighsofthistle for being the best sounding board for these shenanigans~!

Originally, they were not all on the same side. 

Serif & Vellum run their own speakeasy/dancehall, a safe and sinful place for monsters, ladies, and other frowned-upon-by-society-types to while the hours and their money away. Amber, one of Serif’s best friends, quickly becomes a co-owner/mainstay; part bartender, part stellar musician, part underestimated/well-liked-and-trusted skeleton who happens to hear a whole lot of interesting and useful things. 

She was also, in fact, disowned from her adoptive family. Her and Sapphire’s adoptive parents were strict and borderline cruel, super-religious types; they found out about Amber’s... warm proclivities towards the same gender + her speakeasy-visiting ways, and disowned her. Sapphire tried to stop them as the oldest, and as a (seemingly) upstanding and picture-perfect daughter well-liked by much of the uppercrust, even as a monster - to no avail. However, she’d been growing suspicious of their adoptive parents for a while... not to mention resentful of their behavior towards the both of them, and them disowning Amber was the last straw. She finally truly dug into their sketchy behavior and sure did pull up some dirt...

And, partially unrelated, partially not, the new mob presence in town, a dark sister duo, took interest in the shady, trafficking and monster-cheating dealings of Sapphire & Amber’s adoptive parents. Crimson is Scarlet’s right hand woman; sure, they’re a proper mafia duo, but they’ve got standards, a credo. They use illegal means... to ferret out all the anti-monster, anti-woman, anti-queer-identity, anti-other interests in town. They’ve already started to push back a couple of other mobs; and when they discover the seeming socialite Sapphire, the only one left of the uppercrust skeleton swap sisters is secretly digging where she shouldn’t be, finding dirt, and is in fact connected, happily albeit secretly, to her disowned sister who is helping to run the growing-popular speakeasy in the part of town they’re starting to control, well...

The pieces fall into place, don’t they?

Soon enough, Sapphire & Amber’s adoptive parents... disappear, leaving her the sole inheritor of her estate. In the end, Crimson approaches her, tests her interests/loyalties; after passing the unspoken test, Crimson arranges for her to meet Scarlet... all the while, Scarlet & Crimson have been arranging and meeting with Serif & Vellum - and Amber - and it all coalesces into them joining forces. 

They’re a proper mafia now- all-lady, no less. Scarlet’s the boss, Crimson’s her right hand woman; Serif & Vellum & Amber run their speakeasy, now also one of the hq’s for Scar/Crim’s side of things, their influence expanding, and word being passed in marginalized circles that their place is the one to be. Sapphire remains a front in the upper class; her fingers in a lot of pies, genuine friends with the good among them, slowly swaying opinions in progressive values favor... and getting subtle intel on those that have the worst in mind for people like her & her friends. 

Blade and Twist, meanwhile, live largely on the outskirts of town... both refiners of the best magic liquor this side of the Mississippi, and a connection point for other illicit goods... and ways in and out of town, be it through underground waterways or otherwise. They’re a bit big and conspicuous to come into town regularly, but they maintain the home away from home for the girls, a place to retreat to, a safe house, a waypoint if need be. 

... they ALSO take care of some of the messier business and... loose ends. They may not go into town all the time, and when they do, it tends to be after dark... but there's no one who tracks quite like Blade- or cleans up messes like Twist. And hey, they might as well visit the speakeasy while they're there, right~?

Glyph, meanwhile, isn’t always in town; she’s a traveling speakeasy singer, a “horse doctor” to nosy cops, and a sort of spy/connection point to other lucrative city enterprises, so to speak... and occasionally, a spy who discovers and pieces together trade secrets to bring home to the others ;D She travels with Alpha, who effectively ‘haunts’ radio waves, and is in a small, early-model robot body that is frequently disguised as a traveling radio. SHe’s got a warm, crackling voice, and puts on radio plays on pirate channels that tons of people tune into... and she’s able to tune right back into them and get intel, if her hub is close enough ;D

The other one among them that Alpha is frequently homed with is Cinnamon, who’s a private eye that frequently contracts for a speakeasy-tab discount for the other girls ;3c In general, she doesn’t like the law for a lot of reasons, and has been known to write under a pseudonym for the local papers, revealing the illicit actions of the local bourgeoisie... just for the fun of the chaos that follows, and to spite ‘em. She’s been... unfortunately separated from her sister for a while, something that haunts her and hides behind the shadows under her sockets and her favorite whiskey cocktails-

Because Pepper is an undercover agent for the FBI.

She got into the job for reasons she refuses to elucidate... and she’s damn good at it. She’s been sent all over the country, busting trafficking rings, revealing corrupt cops, ferreting out illegal magic goods & liquor dealing... and yet, half her reports, though successful and thorough, are swept under the rug... namely, all the ones about corrupt cops/politicians. She’s jaded and angry, but can’t quit, either - and at last, she’s forced to return to the city her sister’s in. 

Cue all kinds of intrigue as Pepper is instructed to uncover the growing mob activity in town, particularly the ones that seem to be protecting ‘undesirable types’. As an undercover agent, she practically acts as a one-woman mafia. She finds quite the match in the other girls, and in the fact that her sister is working with them... And struggles with half wanting to recruit her sister, and wanting her to remain far away from the governmental tangle Pepper’s been forced into. All the while, she & the other girls separately uncover a massive conspiracy. Each pulled thread keeps unraveling and leading to a dangerous plot amongst the elite in the city; and a whole separate ring of male skeletons, running a growing mafia on the other side of town, threatening to clash with the human mafia in unwise ways that’ll jeopardize Pepper’s case about the elites - and threaten to throw the ladies’ mafia into the line of fire despite their care and cunning for what just might come into play when all these interests clash and the city threatens to be torn apart and everyone’s lives put in the line of fire... particularly an intriguing little human reporter who can’t help but find their nose stuck in all the wrong kinds of business ;)c

[odderancyart]

It Started With a Song

Mobfell with Swapfell thrown in, Blackcherry

Amazing drawing of flapper Razz here

AO3

It's the 1920's. Alcohol is illegal, skirts are shorter, and this particular town is ruled by the Gaster Family mafia. In a speakeasy owned by them, two brothers makes a living performing. 

Wordcount: 5002

The piano began to play, and Razz took his place on the scene. The short flapper dress he was wearing swept around his legs, and he could feel members of the audience appraising him. They always did. It was practically a part of the job. Smiling at everyone beneath the stage, he grabbed the microphone, and when Slim hit the right tones on the piano, he began to sing.

The soft tunes carried out over the crowded room, climbing and dipping. The microphone turned warm in his hand. As the song floated around the bar, he studied today’s crowd. The usual rogues, mobsters in fancy suits, their spouses- His eyes widened, breath hitching. Slim threw him a concerned glance from beneath the stage as his voice trembled. Razz shook himself, forcing his voice back to normal. Forced the tunes to remain steady and beautiful. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but stare at the three skeletons sitting by the biggest table, just beneath the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

The Boss. The owner of this speakeasy, and the leader of the city’s most powerful mafia. Ruby red eyes glowed in the dark beneath the stage, staring at Razz. Their owner was wearing an amused smirk, as though he knew why he had stuttered. By his right, a skeleton his height sat, this one with orange eyelights, and by his left, a shorter, sturdier third skeleton was. This one didn’t sit as straight as the other two, instead leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. Didn’t make him any less intimidating, however. His eyes were bright crimson, and they, too, were settled on Razz from beneath a black hat brim. Staring straight into his own eyes, in fact. A huge grin covered his face, a single gold tooth shining in the faint light of the bar.

Swallowing, Razz broke the eye contact. He was trembling from adrenaline. This was the chance of a lifetime. The only chance he’d ever get, probably, to get out of the hell that was being a hired performed in a city like this. The song ended, and he inhaled deeply. If he impressed them, perhaps he could expect a permanent employment. Even a place like this was better than nothing. Subtly, he signed to Slim which song to play. When lively tones began to flow from the piano, he knew the other had understood.

He gripped the microphone harder, and sang.

Razz recoiled in shock, bumping into the wall behind him. He stared at the mobster who stood leaning against the same wall, grinning widely at him. He was one of the best dressed guests in the speakeasy, witnessing of his wealth. A completely black suit with a blood red vest, and a black hat with a hat band in the same red. In his left hand, he was holding a fat cigar. After a moment, Razz managed to collect himself. He couldn’t resist glaring at the other, but didn’t speak. Didn’t want to risk getting thrown out for being rude to the Boss’ brother.

“Hiya, dollface,” Red drawled, apparently not realizing he was too close for comfort. Or not caring. The latter was likelier, from Razz’s experience. “Loved yer singin’. Ya’ve got a good voice.”

Inhaling deeply, Razz studied the other closely. What did he want? If it was anything unsavoury, he’d get a fist to the face, no matter the consequences. Despite his suspicions, he smiled pleasantly and replied, “Thank you, sir.”

Nevertheless, he crossed his arms over his chest, grateful for the false sense of protection it gave. Waiting was awful, when the other didn’t speak for a moment. He would’ve preferred just to ask what the hell the other wanted, but that’d be stupid. Only as a last way out could he afford being less than pleasant. Going back to cleaning strangers’ houses for a few pennies an hour wasn’t an option. Absolutely not.

Razz threw a glance to the side. Despite his ability to throw a punch, he was acutely aware that he was in a very vulnerable position. Being a performer at these places wasn’t a safe occupation, not at all. No one looked this way. Not even his brother, who was preoccupied at the piano. Swing music drowned out most sounds. Wait. There was one pair of eyes on them. Gleaming red ones. The Boss. But he only seemed amused. There was no protection to get from there, of course. A shiver travelled up his spine.

“Calm down, darlin’,” Red suddenly said, startling him. He was smirking. “’M not gonna hurt ya. Promise. Just wanted to know yer name.”

Blinking, Razz told him it. He didn’t trust him for a second, but there was little harm in that, right? Anyway, if Red wanted to know it, he’d find out. He blinked again, staring after him, as Red grinned, tipped his hat politely, and left without another word.

Well. That was weird. After a few seconds, Razz shook himself and returned backstage. Whatever. Time to get his pay, wait for his brother to finish playing, and then get the hell out of here.

Holding his breath, Razz splashed water over his face before drying it off with a brown towel. The towel turned almost black from all the makeup he was wearing. Stars. He hated all those layers of it. It made his face feel smudgy. Nonetheless, it was what the audience wanted. And what they wanted, they got. It paid the bills, after all. The fabric was rough against his cheeks as he rubbed. In his lap, a second towel lied to catch any stray liquid or powder before it stained his robe.

Once he was done, he glanced into the dirty mirror in front of him. Like all performer’s dressing rooms in this sort of places, this one was the absolute minimum. The almost yellow mirror, a small makeup-table, a wardrobe. Nothing luxurious, nothing that was actually clean. Stained wallpapers, water-damaged ceiling. It had been a disappointment the first time he’d been in one. Nowadays, it was just how it was.

It knocked at the door, and after looking himself over, he stood. Sweeping the robe tighter closed, Razz went to open the door. His right hand went to the small switch-blade in his pocket. A small safety measure. A necessary one, at that. It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to assault him. Emphasis on tried. No one ever expected a singer to be able to fight. Slipping the door open, just a little, Razz studied the person behind it. He sighed in relief, opening it entirely, he allowed Grillby to come in. The bartender was responsible for the speakeasy, and had this far been more gentlemanly than Razz expected. He nodded politely at his employer.

However, Grillby only took a single step inside, and handed him a letter. Humming in surprise, Razz opened it using a claw as letter knife. He raised an eyebrow at the elegant script as he began to read.

Best Mr. Serif, it said. It is obvious that you are an excellent singer and performer. Therefore, I would like to offer you employment in this very establishment. Permanently, of course. You may negotiate your pay with Grillby, but I assure you, you will find it satisfying. If you accept, your pianist will find himself employed as well. It was signed, Fell Gaster.

Unable to help himself, Razz slapped a hand before his mouth. He stared at Grillby, wide-eyed. The elemental wasn’t helpful, and only smirked in reply. The Boss himself had written him a letter of employment. The head of the Gaster family. When he’d hoped for employment if he impressed him, this was far beyond what he’d deemed realistic.

“So? Do you accept the offer?” Grillby asked him, grinning. His voice was amused, and this was only a formality. The elemental knew perfectly well that he would – even if he hadn’t hoped for this, only someone with a death wish would deny Fell Gaster anything. Shutting him mouth hard enough for his fangs to clack, Razz nodded.

“Of course, sir.”

“Did you get me employed?” Razz demanded, his arms crossed over his chest. Red twitched, turning around to stare at him. When he realized who it was, he grinned widely. When he cocked an eyebrow, Razz resisted the urge to sigh before adding, “Sir.”

Every night he’d performed, the other had been there. Grinning at him, winking, but never approaching. While Razz had been grateful for that at first, it had quickly become disconcerting. Red wanted something from him. He had no idea what, but there was no way the Boss’ brother had just decided to do this out of the kindness in his soul. Razz doubted he had any.

Red took a swing from his whiskey before smirking down at him. The crowd around them seemed to move away, out of respect or fear Razz wasn’t sure. “Sure did, dollface. Like I said, ya’ve got a good voice, an’ a pretty face. Perfect fer my bro’s lil’ establishment ‘ere. Can’t let ya run ta th’ rivals, can I?.”

Huh. That made a surprising amount of sense. More than Razz had expected. He nodded, and moved to leave. A hand grabbed his wrist, making him twist around in alarm. His soul pounded as he pulled, and Red let go off it with an amused chuckle. “Hey now, dollface. I said I wouldn’ hurt ya, didn I? I jus’ thought ‘t kinda rude ta jus’ leave like tha’.”

Rubbing his clothed wrist, Razz glared at him. That only seemed to make the other’s grin grow. In the corner of his eye, he suddenly found a red spot on the other’s cheek. As he stared at it, Red lifted a hand to the spot, drying it off with a finger. When he held it up, he let out a chuckle. “Well fuck. Thought I’d gotten ‘t all.”

He snapped his fingers, and seconds later one of the servers were by his side. After drying his fingers and cheek of on the server’s towel, he tilted his head as he watched Razz. “What, sweetheart? Scared of by a lil’ blood? Ya won’t survive in thi’ place fer long if tha’s th’ case.”

A flash of anger, and Razz spoke before he could think. “Certainly not, sir. I watched my parents being brutally murdered when I was fifteen. So I am certain I can handle it.”

Red stared at him, eyes wide in shock. Probably unused to someone speaking like that to him. Meanwhile, Razz wanted to die. Fucking hell. He hadn’t told anyone that, and now he just blurted it out to a goddamn Gaster. By the angel what was wrong with him? Much to his shock, Red’s face softened, ever so slightly.

“’M sorry, dollface,” he said, causing Razz to growl. Clenching his fists, he stuffed them into his suit pockets.

“Don’t be. It was ages ago, and not even your family.” He moved to leave, and this time Red didn’t stop him. It was true. It hadn’t been the Gasters. In fact, the family who had done it had been eliminated as the Gasters took power over Ebott City. The one good thing they’d ever done, outside of employing him and his brother. Razz gestured at his black suit. A much cheaper, ill-fitting version of the one Red was wearing. “As you can see, I need to change, and my show starts soon.”

Neither said anything else as he left.

When Razz left the stage, Red was leaning at the wall to his dressing room. He froze, panic making his breath hitch. His switchblade was inside, since the dress didn’t have pockets. He should go wait for his brother- no, Red had seen him. The mobster looked up from the metal orb he’d been throwing between his hands, smiling at him. Slowly, Razz made his way up to him, heels clicking against the wooden floor. Ready to scream, should it be needed.

Much to his relief, however, Red didn’t move to grab him. Not even touch. Or tried to get alone with him. Razz exhaled deeply as he watched him, waiting. In the background, he could still hear the jazz band playing. The other grinned, rubbing his neck. The motion was weirdly awkward, Razz thought. Almost as though he was embarrassed. But that definitely couldn’t be. What reason would Red have to be embarrassed around him?

“Hiya, dollface,” Red greeted, giving Razz a slight déjà vu of their first meeting. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for the reason he was there. “Great show, as always.”

“Thank you,” he replied stiffly, still confused. Why on earth was Red here? To be honest, every interaction with the other had been weird. At first, he’d just assumed the other wanted sex, and he still hadn’t ruled it out, but by now he was starting to wonder. Someone like Red would’ve just taken what he wanted, right? It wasn’t like Razz actually could stop him; not in here. Not in a speakeasy belonging to Red’s brother. No matter how much he’d like to think otherwise. He would just be deceiving himself.

“So, Razz,” Red continued, and he couldn’t help but boggle. It was the first time the other had used his name. He didn’t say anything else for a while. Impatient as he was, Razz cleared his throat. If the other wasn’t going to speak, could he go change perhaps? Red seemed to realize he was stalling – or whatever he was doing – and fished up a cigar from his pocket before continuing, “Would ya like ta go on a date wi’ me? Perhaps dinner an’ a movie, or sumthin’.”

Gaping in disbelief, Razz was silent for a moment. Then he let out a laugh of disbelief, slapping his hands for his mouth. Red just stared at him as he chuckled into his hands, chewing on the unlit cigar. The other had stuck his hands into his suit-pockets, and stopped leaning at the wall. He didn’t laugh. Razz blinked, ceasing. “Wait. You’re serious, sir?”

When Red nodded once, he couldn’t help but let out another chuckle, this one from pure disbelief. What the hell was the world coming to? Red was an asshole, sure, but he was a rich asshole. A powerful asshole. Razz… well. His and Slim’s rundown apartment witnessed of where they were in life. He considered the offer. Again, Razz was a douchebag. And it might just be a plan to use him, somehow. But it wasn’t like Red couldn’t do that anywhere. Perhaps he could at least get a nice dinner out of this.

Smirking, he nodded. “I accept.”

“Ye did what?” Slim’s voice was unusually loud. It took a lot to get him to raise his voice. Especially inside their apartment; the walls were thin and the landlady wouldn’t hesitate to throw them out if they were a disturbance. Generally, though, Slim was a soft-spoken individual. Therefore, Razz couldn’t help but huff at his exclamation.

“Accepted a date with Red Gaster, brother,” he repeated, sitting down on the armrest of their couch. He crossed his arms. “Not that you’ve got anything to do with it. That’s my life.”

“Ye’r gonnae be killed, Razz,” Slim nearly yelled. A loud knocking came from the wall, and he lowered his voice when he continued, “A Gaster, bro.”

Razz nodded sharply, and opened his mouth to reply. Before he could, however, it knocked on the door. Exchanging a gaze, they went to open. Together, for you never knew who it’d be. When Slim slid the door open, they were surprised to find a nicely dressed carrier outside. They gave them a distasteful gaze, but asked, “Is there a Razz Serif here?”

“That’s me,” Razz replied slowly, unsure why they were here. Those clothes were much too fine for these parts of the city. Without a word, the carried shoved the package they were holding into his arms and left. They stared after him.

Once he was gone, Razz let out a confused noise. Putting the package on the kitchen table, he carefully opened it. His eyes widened as he pulled out a black fur coat, and then a wine-red maxi flapper dress. In the corner of his mouth, he saw Slim stare at it with open mouth, and he shared the sentiment. What. The hell. A note fell out of the coat when he held it up. Picking it up, he read, Wear this. Red Gaster.

For a moment, he felt offended. How rude to order him around. Yet, when he turned to the dress again, he couldn’t help but smile. It was lovely. Nothing he could ever afford on his own. Smoothing out the fabric, he felt warm. Joy, he realized. That was what this feeling was. Stars, he’d always loved pretty things.

“Fine,” he murmured to himself. “I’ll wear it. But just because it’s beautiful.”

The night of the date arrived. They were going to eat dinner, and then go to the movie theatre, as Red had said. It’d be a restaurant of Red’s choice, of course. Normally Razz would’ve protested, but he realized that if they went to one of his regular places they’d be eating hamburgers at the corner. So this was probably for the best. Once Razz was dressed, however, he realized they hadn’t made up how and where to meet.

Watching himself in the mirror, he knew he couldn’t walk or take the bus to the speakeasy. In these clothes, it’d be an invitation to being robbed – at the very least. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw himself, though. Gorgeous. There was no other word for it. He wore the dress and coat, and a thin layer of makeup. He’d never been this beautiful before. No matter how this evening went, he’d cherish it forever.

Slim stuck in his head through his bedroom door. He looked bewildered, and scared. Razz gave him a concerned gaze, trying to see what was bothering him, but he quietly shook his head and pointed toward their combined kitchen and living room. Huffing, Razz followed him out. He didn’t get far, freezing in the door. In their living room, two well-dressed monsters in suits stood. And neither of them were Red.

Fell and Rus Gaster.

Swallowing, he took a tentative step forward. His heels clicked against the wooden floor. It caused the married couple to immediately turn his way, and Razz forced a polite smile on his face as he curtsied lightly. How else to greet the most powerful monsters in town, he had no idea. An amused chuckle came from the orange-eyed skeleton.

“Don’t worry,” he said. His voice was gentle, and he smiled at Razz. He seemed almost out of place next to the other, pointier skeleton. “I know my husband can be a little intimidating, but we mean no harm.”

“Rus is correct, Mr Serif,” the Boss said, placing a hand upon the other’s, which was resting on his arm. Despite the calming words, Razz’s soul didn’t slow down. It was pounding in his chest, drowning out most other sounds. Except the skeleton’s words, which he heard clear as day. “In fact, we are here to reassure you that if you decide not to pursue a relationship with my brother, there will be no consequences. His previous partners have worried, you see. With all right, I suppose. We have quite the reputation, and we protect our own. However, love is a matter in which we do not search revenge, I assure you.”

As Razz tried to gather his thoughts enough to answer, the Boss seemed to take a closer look on the apartment. A small grimace was on his face, and Razz had the strangest urge to apologize for his home. Even if it wasn’t his fault they lived like here. Rather, it was the mafias. They were the ones who kept the lower classes so poor.

“Your home is…  somewhat quaint, Mr Serif,” he eventually continued, and Razz couldn’t resist the urge to roll his eyes. Even if his soul dropped after. Luckily the other didn’t seem to have minded. No, his home wasn’t quaint. It was run-down. But it was what they had, so it’d have to do.

“I appreciate it, Mr- Boss,” he replied, unsure on how to title the other. He wasn’t a part of the Family, after all.

“You may call me Mr Gaster,” the Boss told him, much to his relief. He glanced toward the door, before smiling at his husband. Rus smiled back. He seemed to be glowing. Wait. With the small bulge, and that expression- “We ought to get going, though, we have a rese-“

“Are you pregnant?” The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them. Goddammit, Razz. Think before you speak, he scolded himself. The two froze, and he could hear Slim stop breathing behind him. Swallowing, he waited. Would they be angry?

Then, Rus let out a loud laugh, grinning at Razz. He felt his shoulder sag in relief. “I am. You’re the first one to notice. Red has chosen a perceptive partner, for sure. Make good use of that with the asshole.”

“Congratulations?” Razz wished them, still shocked over this entire thing. This wasn’t how he’d expected his evening to go. ¨

The Boss smiled at him, nodding. “Thank you,” he said. “Now, as I was saying, we have a reservation. So I am afraid we must leave, Mr Serif. Thank you for your hospitality. Oh, and I would appreciate if you did not tell Red about our visit.”

Razz could only nod as they left. When the door closed behind them, he had to lean against the wall, breathing heavily. By the Angel. Slim seemed to think the same, sinking to the floor.

Less than twenty minutes, it knocked on the door again. Slim went to open, as Razz doing it in his expensive clothing would be a bad idea. It might give someone ideas. They didn’t want to deal with any more burglars. The last one had stolen half the jewellery he wore while performing, and it had cost a fortune to replace it. When Slim came go get him this time, he smiled already when he left his bedroom. Red was standing in the door, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

He was even more handsome than usual. Because he always was, Razz had to admit. Very nearly beautiful, even. His suit was black like always, but he had a crimson shirt and black vest and tie, instead of the inverted scheme as usual. He grinned when he saw Razz, eyes travelling over his body. For once, it didn’t feel predatory, as those gazes often did. It felt like he was watching Razz, not his body.

“Lookin’ good, dollface,” Red said, holding up the bouquet. Lilies. Woah. Razz took them, the scent immediately hitting him. It was lovely. “Yer gorgeous. Knew ya’d look good in tha’ dress.”

Snorting, Razz handed the flowers to his brother. Slim took them, even as he was staring at Red with a mix of suspicion and fear in his eyes. Completely understandable. Even now, Razz himself felt worried over how the evening would go. The Boss had promised no harm would come to him over romance, but there were many ways things could go wrong anyway. Nevertheless, this was his one chance at getting out of his boring, grey life. It couldn’t slip away.

“Thank you,” he replied, taking Red’s arm when it was offered. After waving his brother goodbye, he followed the other outside of the apartment complex. On the road, a slick, black car stood, very out of place. There was a driver in the front seat, who kept glancing around. They were obviously scared. Razz couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh. There was reason to be.

He studied the car appreciatively. Beautiful. Allowing Red to assist him, he sat down in the seat. To little surprise, it was black leather. When the car began to drive, he twitched. Stars. He hadn’t been in a car for years.

Red laughed at his reaction. However, when Razz glared at him, he didn’t say anything. Just smirked. They soon entered the nice parts of the city, before stopping outside of a high-end restaurant. While the driver stepped out of the car to open the doors for them, Razz stared. The building was white stone, perhaps marble, with enormous windows. Through them, he could see people dining in dim light.

“Watcha think, sweetheart? Nice enough fer ya?” Red asked as they slid out of the car.

Tearing his eyes away, Razz nonchalantly replied, “It’ll do.”

Apparently the other wasn’t fooled. With a chuckle, he led them inside. The interior was even more impressive than outside; the walls were decorated with paintings, the tables with white tablecloths. On every table, candles stood, and both customers and servers wore clothes which were easy to see had cost a fortune. A server greeted them at the door, bowing lightly.

“Mr Gaster,” they greeted politely. Red grinned, waving lazily at them. If the server thought anything about it, they didn’t show it. They were shown to a table, and as the server helped Red with his chair, Razz simply slid down into his.

“Aw, dollface, ya should’ve waited. Now Daniel ‘ere will think he failed his job,” Red drawled. Razz didn’t even bother answering that.

The food was delicious. Razz dug in eagerly, the salmon almost melting in his mouth. Amazing. The prices had been unreasonably high, but he wasn’t paying, so he didn’t give a fuck. Red was watching him, eyelights strangely soft. Though it was probably amusement. How undignified he looked, Razz honestly didn’t care. This was the best food he’d ever had. Once he stopped to breathe, Red grinned at him.

“What do ya call a soldier who survived mustard gas?” he asked, eyes glimmering.

Razz blinked, tilting his head. “A veteran?”

“Close. A seasoned veteran.”

For a few seconds, Razz just stared at him. Then he processed, slapping his hand for his mouth and bowing his neck to hide his laughter. Snorts escaped through them, so he didn’t manage very well. When he glanced up, Red grinned, triumphant. Still smiling, he attempted to look disapproving. “That’s terrible.”

“But ya liked ‘t, didn’t ya?”

He was silent. Then his smile grew. “Fine. It was funny.”

“Can I ask ya ‘bout yer parents?” Red suddenly said. Razz almost choked on his alcohol-free cider, staring at him. Red didn’t look like he expected him to answer. Rather like it was an honest question, out of curiosity. It was a relief. If the other had demanded an answer, he wouldn’t have a choice about it. They were quiet for a while. Finally, he sighed. It couldn’t hurt, could it?

“When I was fifteen, we lived in Salastown,” he began, staring at the golden cider in his glass. Due to alcohol being illegal nowadays, there was no inebriation which might’ve made this easier. Red nodded, recognizing the district’s name. “We were poor, obviously, since we lived there. And at that time, the area was controlled by the Lindere family. Every month, they would demand rent of outrageous sums, and certain… favours. It came a time when we couldn’t pay, though, so they sent a hitman to our two-room apartment. Me and my brother hid in a wardrobe, but our parents were shot. I saw the entire thing through a gap between the planks.”

“’M sorry.”

“It’s fine. It was years ago. And your family exterminated the Linderes so I don’t care anymore.” Despite his hard words, Razz clenched his hand around the glass’ foot. It creaked, sounding as though it might crack.

“Give me your hat.” Razz held out his hand, staring at Red. The other frowned, but as Razz wiggled his fingers he handed it over. Grinning, Razz put it on his head, fishing out a pocket mirror from his inventory. He held it up, peering at Red over the edge.

“Well? How do I look?” he asked. Red chuckled, but his eyes were bright.

“Pretty fuckin’ good.”

When they left the restaurant, Razz was feeling cheery. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun. They chatted the entire way to the movie theatre, and when they reached it, Razz felt excited. Nosferatu was the film being shown tonight, and he’d wanted to go see that for ages. It was apparently terrifying. He loved horror novels, so he imagined he’d like a film as well. He buried his cheeks in the fur coat against the cold night breeze, and smiled at Red.

Red smiled back, suddenly yawning loudly. Razz huffed in amusement as his arm came to embrace him, but leaned into his date’s side. Above them, a few stars twinkled. They were hard to see through the city’s lights, but they were there. Angel, he was tired. Yawning, Razz leaned more into Red’s side. He was oddly warm, and his embrace was soft. He’d just close his eyes a short moment before they reached the movie theatre-

The last thing he heard was soft chuckling, and the last thing he felt was someone gently squeezing his arm. Then everything went black and calm.

When he opened his eyes again, he had to blink against the bright lights. Lifting an arm to protect his eyes, he found that they were outside the theatre. He yawned again, and crimson eyelights peered down at him. He smiled sleepily at Red, who laughed quietly.

“Wake up, dollface,” he said, poking at his arm. “The movie would’ve started now if I hadn’t told ‘em ta wait.”

“Well, I guess there’s good things wi’ datin’ a mobster,” Razz mumbled, slipping back into his accent from tiredness, as they made their way inside. Another laugh was the only reply he got.

#blackcherry #spicyhoney #mobfell #swapfell #underfell #underswap #speakeasy #20's au #mafia #flapper razz #my writing #and a huge thanks to Kyuko for being my beta #because i was too tired to edit #this was supposed to be a short drabble #stars help me

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Bbc news Coronavirus: el número de muertos en Italia supera los 30,000, el más alto en la UE

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Italy has turn out to be the necessary country within the European Union to register bigger than 30,000 coronavirus-linked deaths.

It reported 243 contemporary fatalities on Friday - down from 274 the day old to - taking the full to 30,201.

The day-to-day selection of confirmed contemporary conditions fell a shrimp to 1,327, bringing the full selection of infections to 217,185.

Restrictions comprise begun to ease across the county, but one physician described the metropolis of Milan as a "time bomb", primarily based mostly completely on native media.

Italy has the third absolute top selection of officially recorded coronavirus deaths on the earth, after the United States and the UK - which will not be any longer a member of the EU.

Britain passed the 30,000 label on Wednesday. Spain is Europe's third worst-affected country with bigger than 26,000 deaths.

Italy modified into once the necessary country in Europe to impose a lockdown when coronavirus conditions began to surface in northern regions in February.

Some lockdown measures had been rolled back. This week, Italians had been ready to exercise for the necessary time in weeks, as prolonged as they admire rules on bodily distance and build on masks the save distancing is difficult. They're ready to bid about with family - but not mates - within their blueprint.

Catholic churches are also preparing for the resumption of Mass on 18 Can also unbiased, but there can be strict social distancing and worshippers must build on face masks. Assorted faiths can even be allowed to retain non secular products and companies.

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Image caption More people had been out and about in Rome since restrictions had been eased

Nonetheless, colleges, cinemas and most stores will quit shut, and all public gatherings are smooth banned. Bars and eating locations are because of open permitting potentialities to take a seat down down at tables in June.

While some restrictions dwell in situation, photos shared on social media stamp people in busy areas ignoring distancing rules and never carrying protective masks, ensuing in an outcry.

Massimo Galli, head of the infectious diseases division at Milan's Sacco hospital, suggested La Reppublica newspaper it modified into once certain that lockdown easing "might perhaps perhaps presumably additionally new problems".

He mentioned: "Now we comprise a in actuality excessive selection of infected people returning to circulation."

Coronavirus commissioner Angelo Borrelli warned the public that containment measures would "be stiffened" if the virus confirmed indicators of taking off again.

"We are monitoring things fastidiously," he mentioned on Thursday.

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Police within the capital Rome mentioned they had been environment up checkpoints on roads ensuing within the soar, lakes and vacationer spots within the geographical region over the weekend.

They mentioned they would even be monitoring areas the save nightlife is standard.

The Mayor of Milan, Giuseppe Sala, issued an "ultimatum" on Friday after footage emerged of crowds of people - most of them young - adopting neither face masks or social distancing within the metropolis's standard Navigli save.

Milan, the capital of the Lombardy blueprint, modified into once the epicentre of the Italian outbreak.

"I will rob measures, I will discontinuance the Navigli," Mr Sala threatened, describing the scenes as "disgraceful".

In one more building, an Italian authorities company has warned that the money-starved tourism industrial is inclined to incursions by mafia organisations as the lockdown eases.

A file by the Covid-19 criminal infiltration monitoring body mentioned the tourism and catering sectors would comprise a "lack of liquidity that will lisp them to mortgage-sharking".

It mentioned the mafia groups would be searching for to make investments in struggling companies equivalent to accommodations and eating locations with the purpose of laundering money.

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Relationship and courting asks for Aedan. All questions.

[OwO]

♥ Do they seek out love or let it find the? Are they even interested in romance?

Aedan, deep down, is a true romantic. While, he wants to believe he isn’t too old to find love….He is a bit of a “realist” or rather a pessimist when it comes to the subject. 

♥  When they have a crush on someone, how do they let them know?

Oh, he writes love ballads and letters. Hand written. Sometimes in French, sometimes in English (although, he wouldn’t send them.)

♥ Tell us about a time they were rejected.

Hmmm, I could imagine a younger (more fiery if you could imagine) him. Falling in love with maybe a higher up from the Reef. Some short of tragic romance I assure you. 

♥ Do they spend a lot of time in the courting stage or attempt to get to first base as fast as possible?

Aedan would probably be disgusted by this question, “The courting stage never ends. A hundred years can be spent with a lover, and there is always more to learn about them. You can never win their heart to many times.”

♥ Do they wait to be intimate until after marriage or break all the social rules?

Lol intimate from the moment they can be. Sex & Romance baby.

♥ Do they have open or closed relationships?

Open with your babs uvu. He was probably a little worried about it at first, but he couldn’t imagine life any other way now.

♥ How do they feel about polygamy?

^

♥ Are they loyal to their partners?

Yes, much so

♥ Are they patient with their partners?

Aedan tries to be…There are times when he can be quick to anger. Although, much of his rage is just at himself. 

♥ Do they include their partners in most aspects of their life?

Of course

♥ Do they make an effort to find someone with similar views, be they political or moral?

Neither really matter to him, so long as the person isn’t pushing Aedan to change. He is an old man set in his ways

♥ Do they seek to find a partner purely to further the bloodline and name, is it for true love, or is it for pleasure alone?

Why can’t it be all of it? A family would be nice for Aedan, but he wouldn’t consider it a “bloodline” type thing. His family was pretty much the mafia or what could be could be considered smuggles/mafia. All dead now. He wants the violence to stay dead as well. He’d never take a partner for pleasure alone, but a partner he is in love with makes the pleasure all the more sweeter.

♥ Do they sleep in the same bed/room as much as they can or do they sleep separately?

Aedan can do the sleep separately. He enjoys the soft affection of snuggles and cuddles (but he’d never admit it.) He doesn’t want to disturb with his insomnia although. 

♥ Do they make it a point to eat at least one meal a day together with their partner, or do they do as they please?

Aedan eats as he pleases, he does like to have tea with the more calm babs that behave (looks at Psycho and Mute)

♥ Do they enjoy talking to their partners before going to sleep or is it straight to dreamland?

Considering insomnia, talking before sleeping and maybe even after they fall asleep. Maybe soft singing while they dream?

♥ Do they have at least one bonding activity they devote to doing with their partner exclusively?

Hmmm yes, but they aren’t separate things like Blaine. 

♥ What sort of characteristics or quirks draw them to someone?

Humor (Aedan really loves someone that can make him laugh even in situations his ears are red with anger) 

General gentleness (He is a little fragile even if it pains him to admit it)

♥ Do they have a ‘type’?

Not a requirement of course but shorter than him (which is a challenge in itself)

♥ What was their first impression about their partner/person they are courting?

Griff: ”I didn’t know they came in that size”

Lys: “Life isn’t fair”

Rez: “Soft, small, cute, in need of protection”

Serif: “Adorable”

Mute: “Manners?”

Psycho: “Even bad dogs can be taught manners” 

♥ How did their relationship start?

Lys is too romantic for his own good, and Rez too soft for his?

♥ What was the most romantic time they had with their partner?

Lys finding him after the city fell. Aedan cried because he’d know Lys was there looking for him even without it being said

♥ Tell us about a sacrifice they made for their significant other.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I don’t think he’s needed to too. He would though

♥ Do they apologize to their partner even if it wasn’t their fault?

Only in moments of stress, someone crying, etc

♥ Will they lie for the sake of their significant other’s happiness?

No, Aedan is honest to a fault. 

♥ If they could choose their partner again, would they choose the same person?

Always, until your babs choose otherwise

♥ What do they love most about their significant other?

What doesn’t he adore about them? Nothing. 

♥ Have they had dreams about their partner/the person they are courting?

Yes, sometimes nightmares especially if one is gone. Part of his insomnia comes from this. I remember reading something awhile back about awoken “magic” how that petra could have visions of the future and i mean *looks at taken king cutscene* and if that’s a thing, then that is something Aedan has had experience with and why this causes him a lot of pain. He sleeps best when he’s holding them.

♥ Do they understand their partners/person they are courting’s feelings without them having to say anything?

Sometimes yes and sometimes no. He’s best at reading Lys, Serif, and Rez. 

♥ How do they express their love to their partner?

Any and every way that he can

♥ Would they leave the person they love if it meant saving their life/giving them a better chance at life?

Yes

#answers #Iron Aedan

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Action Comics #1014

Action Comics #1014 has the Daily Planet with a new owner. The Red Cloud has been offered her full potential by Luthor. And there is a surprise visit by a new hero in the DC Universe. Clark and Lois must figure out how to navigate this new benefactor being their boss. Superman seeks help from S.T.A.R. Labs, but end up helping them also. And Thorn finds herself in deep trouble. Credits and Thoughts Brian Michael Bendis writes Action Comics #1014 with Syzmon Kudranski artwork. The story has a lot going on. There is the Leviathan story that is still hanging over everyone. The Red Cloud is more dangerous than ever. And now we have no idea what the motives of this new owner at the Daily Planet are. The team is doing a good job handling everything and keeping story lines moving. Art is fantastic. The dark coloring from Brad Anderson sets a ominous tone for the whole issue. The characters are generally sharp with the back ground blurred to make them pop.

Action Comics #1014 - *SPOILERS* The opening sequence is the exchange with Marisol Leone and Mr. White discussing the future of the Daily Planet. Leone, the leader of the Invisible Mafia, is now wanting to get hands on with the Planet and help to break the story of Leviathan. But is that her only motivation or is there more here than a business deal? 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HIDING THE MULA

There is an important element of any modern society that by its nature holds a federalist character and, at the same time, does not.  The modern corporation, by its very structure, has the very federal element of being owned by the voluntary affiliation of stock owners – ostensibly forming a federation through that ownership. 

Yet, it does not have, among those stock owners, any sense – except perhaps for a select few who own large number of shares – any sense of ownership of that entity.  They, in terms of their consciousness, own stock shares, not a corporation with all its human attributes and qualities.  As such, their “pride” in ownership does not stem from ownership, but from any transactional profit they might derive from said ownership – the first step of detachment.

          Its worth mentioning, the typical stock purchaser does not care about the company he/she is buying ownership into which in a vast number of cases amount to a miniscule portion of the total ownership.  All that person cares about is the price for which he/she is purchasing the shares and how much the anticipated price he/she can sell it at some future date.  In most cases, the person anticipates a higher price and, therefore, a profit from the transactions.  Just another way to make a buck.

          This posting needs the reader to understand these basic elements of stocks, corporations, and stock ownership to make its points.  But the main point being made here is not directly associated with these elements, but with how the notion of corporation is used to establish the processes that lead to unsavory results.  This is aided by, to various jurisdictions being fast and loose with attaining identifiable information with those establishing corporations. 

And those results, as is cursorily explained below, come about from a detachment system – detachment between ownership and business – that allows certain practices to take place.  But before this established process came into being, it was an idea, but an idea with important consequences. 

Its manifestation has probably done more to advance what Jonah Goldberg[1] calls “the Miracle” than just about any other development.  As the reader is probably aware, the formation of corporations provides the vehicle for the accumulation of financial capital to fund the purchases of physical capital allowing the expansion of smaller businesses.[2]  In turn, that allows the businesses, if successful, to go national or even global.

          With those physical assets, as well as human capital, a business company can buy machinery, set up distribution facilities, set up sell operations, rent the necessary office spaces, acquire the use of buildings, on and on.  In the process, by the willful, chosen course of action, investors – who supply the money – in a formal way, form a type of “partnership.”  On paper, they become federated one to the other.  So much so, that the scholar, Daniel Elazar, cites this process as one that helps demonstrate that America is a “thoroughly” federated system.[3]

          But hold on.  Oliver Bullough points out a missing federal quality in these arrangements.  In his description, he explains how corporations have attained the ability to hide money and other assets and this has led to very un-federated realities.  He writes:

… there is more going on here than just [corporate] lawyers being dishonest – turning a blind eye, or otherwise.  It was not a crooked London solicitor or a dishonest New York attorney that made it so easy to create companies [instrumental in hiding money]; that was the work of government.  The crucial attribute of corporate vehicles is that they are legally separate from their owners and their owners’ liability for their debts is limited.  What that means in practice is that, if you operate through a company, society as a whole is taking responsibility for your debts.  It’s a kind of insurance.  If your business fails, only the assets of the limited liability company will be at risk, not those of its owners.[4]

Of course, it is this “insurance” that helps persuade investors to invest in “start-up” companies despite all their inherent possibilities for failure.  So far, so good; but this process, by avoiding direct attachment to the business in question, through this “insurance” scheme, accomplishes an important – second – step toward non-identification of ownership.

          Naturally, corporate structuring has a history and it is relevant to what is currently going on.  The first corporations of note popped up in the early 1800s.  England and the Netherlands were the first two nations to employ them.  But they were initially highly restricted.  For example, in England, Parliament had to give permission for the creation of one and that, in turn, limited the number that were created under that supervisory regime. 

But leave it to the good ole USA – even in its more federalist years – to give it its current form.  New York first legislated the limited liability form in 1811 and by the 1850s, that structural form was in full use.  By the early twentieth century, modern incorporated entities accounted for 95% of the market.  Citing the Economist, Bullough reminds his readers, “Limited liability is … ‘the key to industrial capitalism’.  Companies are good, without them, our modern prosperity would have been impossible.”[5]

So, there is an upside, but there is also a downside.  It turns out, that not only people can buy stocks or form corporations, but for a variety of reasons – some reasonable and honest, some not so much – corporations (legal persons) can also form them – sometimes many times over.  And this layering of ownership provides the third, and perhaps most important, structural basis for hiding ownership and with it, the ability to hide money.

And hark, the problem comes into focus.  Through this anonymity, a lot of shenanigans take place.  From spouses who want to hide their assets from divorcing mates to Mafia and other illicit, organized groups who use this structural capacity to hide money, how it is earned, and how it is used.  And this includes corrupt politicians on the take.  Some of those activities include fraud, bribes, embezzlement, and tax evasion.  And, of course, these activities have social consequences.

If the way the money is “earned” happens to be illegal (dirty money), the ill effects of that activity is problematic – take drug dealings or a blind eye to shoddy construction by public inspectors.  But people can find such hiding not only associated with “dirty” money, but also with “naughty” money. 

Tax evasion, in the eyes of many (not including this writer), is not dirty, it’s naughty.  People also see spending on extra marital affairs, for example, and other such expenditures as less than dirty but not honorable.  They result in embarrassment, so through the efforts of some skillful lawyers, those funds can become de-embarrassing through certain practices and incorporating, in certain ways, plays an important role.  

There are countless reasons why people want to hide money.  And since the uses of money have social consequences – as just pointed out – society has every right to ferret out where and by whom money is owned and controlled.  But they can only do so if the important information is recorded and accessible – they are too often neither.  In terms of the US, these practices go against the very notion that Americans are, constitutionally, a federated people.

Central to these unfederated consequences, created by hiding money, is the function corporations fulfill in such efforts.  So, an issue civics classes can have students investigate – at the risk of encouraging future practitioners – is the ability of individuals or groups to partake in these practices including those associated with corporations that are set up for these dishonorable and even illicit purposes.

[1] Jonah Goldberg, Suicide of the West:  How the Rebirth of Tribalism, Populism, Nationalism, and Identity Politics Is Destroying American Democracy (New York, NY:  Crown Forum, 2018).  The “Miracle” refers to the explosion in economic wealth since the seventeenth century.

[2] This is especially the case when investors buy into an IPO, an initial public offering, of a promising, relatively young business.

[3] Elazar, D. J.  (1994).  How federal is the Constitution? Thoroughly.  In a booklet of readings, Readings for classes taught by Professor Elazar, (pp. 1-30) prepared for a National Endowment for the Humanities Institute. Conducted in Steamboat Springs, Colorado.

[4] Oliver Bullough, Moneyland:  Why Thieves and Crooks Now Rule the World and How to Take It Back (London, England: Profile Publishers, 2019), 92. Emphasis added.

[5] Ibid., 93.

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Hello this is my bio for gradient some of it is non canon for exple his story belongs to me and all but the baby drawing of gray is mine :3 The baby picher of ink holding gray belongs to @rainbowsixwolf Gradient Drama CQ Nick Name: Gray, Grad Combo of: Ink- @comyet and Error @loverofpiggies Creator: @askcomboclub ---Stats:--- HP:  36 ATK:  17 DEF:  16 ---Biographical informashion--- Species: skeleton Gender: Male Age: 14 Date of birth: March 5th Hight: 4'6" (so smol, but growing slowly) ----Family---- (tenicly cannon if you add logic) Dad: Error Mom: ink Sister: PaperJam Half Brother: Bluescreen Half Brother: Palette Half Brother: Van Half Brother: Splatter Half Brother: Strike ----about me---- (mix of non and cannon) Roommate: Flip Closes Friends: Serif, Karma Loves: Geno, Mafia Crush: Nightmare, Horror, Error Likes:  Digital Art, Scenery Art, Architecture, Pixel Art, Astronomy Dislikes:  Insults, Being Surrounded by a Large Group of Strangers, Vegetable Oil, Dream, Blue, panic and asma attacts Hobbies: Creating, Drawing, Sketching, Traveling through the Multiverse, Star Gazing, Doll Making ---favoret food--- (non cannon) What does he like to eat?:  Gradient, because he has more Error in him than Ink, he can eat normal food but he particularly has a sweet tooth.  Also, at times he will destroy something and devour it’s code.  This method is good for him in case he is really injured and it would take a long time for him to heal.  Though, because he was born in the anti-void, it’s not a necessity for him, its more of luxury. ---Profile--- (cannon) Personality He is shy and wary when you first meet him, due to him being mistaken as error many times. When you get to know him, though, he is snarky, sarcastic and a bit ornery. ---Appearance--- (cannon) Gradient has greyish purple boans, red puples, turquoise "tears", similar to error, and green teat. His fingers are like error's. He wears a black and blue jacket, long brown pants, tiger print shoes and glasses. He has a red jacket tied around his waist, which holds a paper pad and a pen. ---Attakes--- (non cannon) Power's: ShapeShifting, Error blaster's, bone attake. Specialty's: Creating, healing Power's and Glitched shield ----Official description---- (cannon) Gradient is a digital artist who is in a constant cycle of creating and destroying. He can't help but make art but then he feels the art he did is not good enough and destroys it not long after. Spends a lot of time in the combo club art room. Is very shy and wary of strangers but once you get to know him he can be raver snarky and sarcastic. ----My description---- (mine) Hi im gradient and this is my story When i was born error was still the destroyer and ink the creator heck back then fresh was they protector but that's besides the point. I was born as you would expect in the anti void and neither new the outside world or the love of a parent. Error tried to kill me when he found out called me a glitch and as for ink he tried to look after me but everytime he sore error in me he would snap its never safe when they were together so i hid under tables and beds. When i was 7 i almost had a family ink and error came together and tried to raise me but it didn't last. They were yelling and breaking things i tried to stop them but ink struck me for the first time i ran to my room and started crying. I remember a surge of magic run through me as i started to create my first and only portel the floor glitched and polled me though i remember seeing there sad and desperate faces as they tried to teach me but it was too late. I woke up in the bata void and stayed there in that white abyss of 10 years until error found me again. I watched from my screen error and ink create a new family relaxing me with paperjam so i was reluctant at first there was so much i didn't know until i found bluescreen He's my half brother on errors side his dad is blueberry now let me tell you me and blue screen meet them and was fanboying all over the place i mean come on there the originals the most strongest people in the multiverse they like celebrities not to mentchen we ship everything we see and crash god we're nerds though i guess its also has to have something to do with the fact we had near to 0 contact to the outside world are entire lives. Were like twins it's amazing i found him in the files and brought him with me i also have another half brother his name is pallet on inks side his dad is drem pallet is in love with are cusin goth who is the son of death and geno geno and fresh snd are uncles by the way on errors side and we love them but not as much as paperjam loves fresh. Paper Jam is my little bit bluescreens older brother he was born of ink and error he never had to prove himself to them and they traded him like a son on day one so i guess you can say i feel envy for him but i love him and will protect him to my last breath. ---Gradients Lalaby--- (mine) safe and sound we wait in silence with nothing but are ink, with No one there to harm or hurt us, is in silence that we think, though time mean not, ill wait for you to hold you closs agine, for now im free ill keep you safe, and stare at the stares agine... ---Gradients Story--- (mine) Prologue Nothing is what I see. Silence is what I hear. Numbness is what I feel. Trapped in this never ending void of white is where I stay, alone and afraid. And yet, I’ve never been safer. I’m a glitch you see, an ERroR A BeInG ThAt ShOuLdn’T EXIST! Or at least that’s what I’ve been told, heck my own mother thinks I’m a mistake, welts my father tried to kill me more times than I can count. I do not blame them though it is their nature to hate me after all. I guess I have to explain, my father is called Error or the destroyer, and he is the one that goes around destroying AUs or alternate universes and as expected where there is Destruction there is also Creation. That’s where mom comes in, his name is Ink and yes I know but Gray how do to mails have kids, and there is a good answer to that as well, . . . Magic. Anyways ink is the one that creates the au’s in order to keep the balance. They are the opposite of one another, yin and yang, good and evil, wells one destroys another Protects and like everyone in this situation, they hate each other and fight whenever they meet. It was these two that created me. Half Destroyer. Half Creator. I am nothing compared to them, should I chose to protect in the end there’s not much my kind can do… Ten years I’ve been stuck in this empty void with nothing but my ink, dolls and creators pen, I cannot leave nor can I call for help. . . after all I doubt anyone remembers that I ever existed for who could ever love a glitch. The Escape I sit on the floor of the Bata Voids staring into the empty space of white, all knowledge of the outside world has forever been lost two mw, excepted for two things. “My name is Gradient and this doll in my hand is Error, my dad and one day he will find me, but why do I know that?…” I close my eyes as I try to think, a faint memory comes to mine or perhaps just a dream for something this beautiful could never exist is a world of white, a place filled with glittering lights and the face of a man I long to see. It was his voids I remember most, a song he sang to help me sleep once, if I remember correctly I became ill and he never left my side, for some reason I always wanted to know why he bothered if I’m just another glitch to him. But it was in this action that gives me some hope of escaping this hell. After all no matter where I hid or tried to run away, he would always find me. I get up for a split second before collapsing to the floor agile, all feeling in my legs are gone. I stare blankly as the ink that I tipped in my moment of carelessness and watch as the pitch black liquid engulfs the pure white floor. Tears begin to fall down my face as I try everything in my power to stay sane, I close my eyes as I began to sing the very same lullaby that man used to sing all thoughts years ago. “Safe and sound we wait in silent with nothing but are ink. With no one there to harm or hurt us in silence that we think. Though time means not I’ll wait for you to hold you close again. For now I’m free I’ll keep you safe and stare at the stares again…” A memory comes to me as I stare at my glitches hands. My father holding me close as he cry’s into my shoulder, repeating the same words as I glitch into this white abyss. “I don’t know where you’ll be but, I promise, I will find you and when I do will stare at the stares again for all long as you wish, I’m so sorry my so-” I never did get to hear the end of what he was gone say next. I sigh as I pull out my creator’s pen to see the worlds I’ve been dreading for years. “Low battery, exactly the two worlds I didn’t want to see right now.” I close my eyes as a glitches portal opened up in front of me. It was at that moment I know I was finally free. Chapter Three Lost child It was a normal day when I first learned about him, you see my name is Geno or as some might know me as Aftertale sans I am originally from a genocide run so I get kinda triggered from certain comments. Anyways as I was saying it was like any other day, on this day I was visiting my brother error and his wife? Husband…. Ima says wife ya that sounds right so anyways I was visiting my brother at his house in the anti-void. Now you might be wondering, what's the anti-void, well it's like the void but white. Though seriously the anti-void is a big white endless space that error resided alone. Now a daze it's much more noisy. You see in the past error used to be known as the destroyer of the AUs but that was before he met ink, sure they fought a lot and tried to kill each other but know they're inseparable. Ink and error fell in love and like any love story they got married and had a kid named paper jam, I for one like Paperjam he's a cute kid though I find it weird how he has a crush on my brother who is his uncle and what makes it even weirder I think fresh likes him back. Shakes head. that’s off topic though, so as I was saying, I was visiting my brother when I found that photo. I was sitting on the sofa with error when ink asked me to grab an art book from the cupboard for him. So like any kind person I got up and went to the cuboid, but as I was getting the book I knocked over what seemed to be an old photo from. When I picked it up I knotted that the glass what cracked that must have happened in the fall. On closer inspection I knottiest it was a pitcher of error holding what I assume was paperjam. But there was something off about it, unlike paperjam this baby didn't have ink splat he also had box like blue markings on his gray bones unlike paperjam. This got me thinking that this must be someone else kid, so as the cuross and concerned older brother I decided to ask error about it. I closed the door of the cupboard and made my way to the sofa pitcher in hand as I poke errors cheek, Error turns and faces me with little annoyance. “Is there something you need geno?” he asked me in curiosity. “I was wondering if you knew who this baby is considering that you are in the pitcher.?” I handed the photo over to error and sit in wait for any reaction. Error looks at the photo amused by genos curiosity but the more he stares at it, the more his grin starts to fade. He looks at the photo with dread almost like he regretting something. I continue to watch him as he places a hand on the photo over the child face like he's trying to physically touch the child in the image. Curiosity takes over me as I asked him something I know he didn't want to here. “You do know this child right?” My eyes widen as error starts to cry holding the photo close to his chest. I pull him into a comforting hug, rubbing his back to calm him down. “Hay now it's OK, you don't need to tell me if you don't want to” Error shakes his head. “on its not right that you don't know him it's just we've kept this secret for so long…” “You can tell me anything brother, i'm here for you” I place a hand on his shoulder and give him an encouraging look. Error wipes the tears from his eyes as he stares at Geno. “The child in the photo… the reason I know him is that he is mine and inks child.” My eyes widen in disbelief. “you have another child with ink? Why did you never tell us and why did you need to keep it secret” Error looks down in sadness. “The reason we kept it secret is because I killed him…” I jump up in surprise and scream. “YOU DID WHAT TO HIM!!!” Error cried harder as he shakes. “i-it wasn't my fault, h-he just started glitching a-and then the next moment he was gone, I tried to find him believe me I did but ink… he didn't believe me I know he's alive out there I just need to find him I j-just DAMIT” “error pleases calm down this isn't good for you” Error hugs Geno. “Please big brother you have to find him m-maybe he's in the save screen i'll do anything just…. Bring him home” “i'll see what I can do…” Chapter 4 New Biggings ---Genos pov--- I have been searching everywhere and asking everyone i know if they have seen him, tho it was always the same… They iver didn't know who he was or didn't care because he was errors son. Eventually i tried to ask reaper to confirm if he was even alive and to my happiness he said yes, but then he went quiet. I asked him what was wrong and he told me not to go looking for that child because all he will bring is misfortune and death. I was horrified but not at the child but at reaper for trying to stop me from looking for my nefw. We fought and argued for days until he finally gave up and told me where he was but with a condition. If i bring that child back, then reaper and goth will leave. It was an almost impossible chose to make but i chose that child over my own family, so reaper took me to where the child lays. ---Gradients pov--- I flinch as i stare up at geno with broken gray eyes, he makes a move to come close but i scurry away as much as i can before collapsing again from lack of strength. After that he chose not to come closer instead he sat down and stared at me. I eventually build up the courage to speak and as my voice echoed in the white abuse i said. “who are you?” ---Geno pov--- I was shocked to see this child, he looked just like error but more pale and thin, it also looks like he hasn't slept in days. I move closer to pull him into a hug but he ran away almost like i was about to hurt him. I hesitated but sat down to try and make myself look smol and less threatening. It must of worked because moments later he spoke* “who are you?” “my name is geno, i'm your uncle” “u-uncle g-geno?” “yh that's right, you're safe now i'm gonna take you home.” I smile at the child in a comforting way as his eyes fill with hope and tears, then out of nowhere he hugs me in a accepting way and it was in that moment i know. I finally saved someone. ---Other Discripchion--- (not mine) Gradient is a teenager (14) and he tries to act older than he is(evident of his speech) but he HATES acting his age because he doesn’t wanna be seen as childish. He also has the unique ability that whenever he becomes extremely flustered/embarrassed, his form will start to bubble (much like a lava lamp) as his form starts to change from a solid to a liquid.When Gradient travels through the multiverse, like his father (Ink), he keeps an AU log.  He likes to learn about the different AUs before his dad (Error) destroys them. When Gradient is with strangers, most often he might slip and act his age.  However, when he’s with his friends or people that knows him, he will do his best to not act his age. Gradient doesn’t need to sleep (because he was born in the anti-void) but on certain occasions he will.  Otherwise he rarely sleeps. When he does sleep he most of the time has nightmares  Gradient has Haphephobia, like Error, he has a fear of touch.  So strangers he ESPECIALLY hates touching him and even if you’re already one of his friends, he still doesn’t like to be touched but he will tolerate it. If Gradient were to receive a gift (and he has so we’ll use the MP3 Player for an example) he would selfish and NOT want to share.  He would fear that it would be taken away and he would never get it back.  (Kinda linking this to how Error was never around when he was a kid and he doesn’t want something precious, gift or parent, to slip through his fingers again. Plus he’s a teenager so its kinda natural for them to act selfishly here and there. Gradient has heard of AUs and timelines that have made it to the surface, but he has never encountered one before. He also is very naive.  He’s not familiar at all with human things or the world above. (Ex: His friend Rip offered him cake once, and he didn’t know what cake was.  He was asked if he owned a radio since he likes music but he didn’t know what a radio was) Gradient is also a pacifist.  He does not like to fight.  However, if the situation absolutely demands it, and if he is pushed over the edge just enough, he won’t hesitate to protect what he cares about. Even to this day, Gradient longs for Error to accept him as his son.  He doesn’t hate him and he won’t ever be able to since that is his dad. Gradient doesn’t believe that someone can come to love him because he sees that he has so many problems that he doesn’t seem himself as a desirable catch.  (His glitching, his eating habits, how he destroys his creations so willy nilly, etc) Gradient also has a fear of touching things that are nice or pretty because he feels that anything he touches could destroy at the slightest touch of his fingers.   Gradient gets jealous of other people’s artwork and it may come to the point where he wishes to destroy their work. Gradient, despite being the eldest, still has a lot to learn about the world. He lived in the Anti-Void his whole life, so he knows nothing about Earth or any human or monster customs. He's very curious and not afraid to say what's on his mind at any given time: he loves to learn about the different AU's before Error destroys them, and keeps an AU log. He also has the unique ability that whenever he becomes extremely flustered/embarrassed, his body will start to bubble (much like a lava lamp) as his form starts to change from a solid to a liquid. Gradient loves to create, but is a perfectionist, dubbing his creations 'hideous' before promptly destroying them. ---Relashion ships--- Paperjam Paperjam is in the middle in terms of age, but definitely acts the most responsible. Gradient admires PJ's resolve and confidence in himself despite the odds being stacked against him. He tries to help PJ take care of Bluescreen and offer his support in times of need. They're very closely knit: Paperjam considers himself the protector of his brothers. Gradient is thankful to have PJ there. Bluescreen Bluescreen is the youngest of the three. Gradient likes to challenge him to contests and games to try and boost his confidence. He doesn't like seeing Blue lonely, as Gradi himself knows the feeling all too well. 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Why does the criminal world always exist?

Is it because we were neglected, lacking love and care within our family and in our surroundings? Or is it because we are too self-absorbed and centered, and that we prioritize our own personal freedom beyond all things else?

Khalil had to deal and sell illicit products to pay off his father’s debts from the Gang. These mafia-esque dilemmas would have thought to be extinct from decades if a hundred years ago, and it would only exist in fictions instead of reality. However, criminal societies would always exist because they abuse humans’ weaknesses such as their greediness, sloth and selfishness. Greediness is a powerful motivation, people would be willing to do just about anything to gain rich and wealth. Some would jeopardize their friends and families in exchange of riches. It is only righteous in their minds that they do so because they have been told and having held onto the belief that money and wealth matter and nothing else. Slothfulness, everyone wants the best of things, but few are willing to spend time and efforts to work for them. It is not entirely wrong, and could be a smart way to pass by in this world, but the slothfulness is being referred to here, or rather cowardice is the way people want everything to be easy for them to the extreme that they would not have to do or learn to be able to accomplish those tasks. Drugs – if there is demand there will be supplies. Drug users/abusers do not necessarily have to be poor or are in a low educational status. Nevertheless, these people only care about their own feelings and are regardless of their surroundings. If there are no drug users then there would be no drug dealers, and there would be less crimes in the world. Those are the selfish ones.

Those are the reasons that indirectly support the formation of the criminal underworld. Perhaps it is partly due to law enforcers who fail to execute their jobs and responsibilities. 

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Doctor Mollie Vickers loves the tight-knit community of her tiny Oregon town. But she’s not a fan of the limited dating options. Sleep with a guy who tried to copy off her in junior high? Pass. Mollie’s sex life is flatlining… until a deliciously handsome man she’s never seen before stops to help her fix a flat tire.

As an ex-mobster, Rafe Maguire’s no saint. But he’s trying to turn over a new leaf. Although he probably shouldn’t kiss the hot doctor on the side of the highway. Or suggest a no-strings fling with a woman he has no business pursuing. Rafe’s life is too complicated for love—his new WITSEC-provided identity doesn’t fit him at all and there’s a U.S. Marshal watching his every move. He can’t tell Mollie the truth… but their chemistry is scorching and being good doesn’t mean he can’t be a little bad.

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Bad For Her by Christi Barth

Series Bay Boys Gone Good #1

Genre Adult Contemporary Romance

Publisher Avon Impulse

Publication Date October 3, 2017

Excerpt

“Every time they’d been dumped in a new town, the Maguire brothers made a list of all the ways the new town sucked compared to Chicago. Rafe didn’t like much about this new placement. Probably. Hell, he’d only been in Bandon for forty-eight hours. It’d rained for forty-seven of those hours, here on the Oregon coast. Seemed like everyone always bitched about the constant rain, and Rafe was happy to jump on the bandwagon. Even though it just made puddles, which cleaned themselves up. As opposed to the annual or three epic Chicago blizzards that broke your back with two solid days of shoveling out.

Rafe stopped himself. That wasn’t the happy, perky mindset Marshal Evans preferred. The one he’d promised her—again—an hour ago when he’d picked up the final version of his brother’s new license. It’d pissed him off to have to meet Delaney halfway between her office up in Eugene and his town. But it kept their cover secure. And part of him felt sorry for the government hack who’d spelled Kellan’s new name wrong the first time around. Guess they changed ’em so often it was hard to keep track. Hadn’t stopped his youngest brother from being pissy about the slipup, though.

The good thing about the almost pointless drive was his sweet-as-fuck ride. The one he’d conned the government into buying for him by pointing out that it cost less than an actual new car. Rafe had a sweet spot for classic cars. If he truly had to hunker down and build a life here? He’d damn well do it with his dream car.

A 1970 Chevrolet Camaro. With T-tops. The same blue as Lake Michigan on an August day.

Rafe wasn’t even speeding. For once. It was too much fun to listen to the smooth rumble of the engine, feel the cool May wind rushing in the open windows, and not worry about anything waiting for him back in their new town. No worries about remembering his name or his brothers’ names. No worries about doing a job he’d only played with as a hobby for fifteen years. No worries about whether anyone from their old life was on their trail.

For right now, he’d enjoy another half hour of pure freedom. The only thing that could make this better would be a hot blonde in the bucket seat next to him.

Hang on.

Rafe slowed. Then he stomped on the brakes. Because a Jeep sat half off the shoulder with a dark-haired woman kicking the flat tire.

A curvy brunette would do just fine.

It’d be wrong to drive past. Ungentlemanly. If Marshal Evans were here, wouldn’t she tell him to do his civic god damned duty and help his fellow Oregonian?

Sure she would.

Parking right at the nose of her Jeep, he got out. Tried to appear non-menacing. Which was the complete opposite of how he’d approached pretty much every situation for half his life. Hell, even the women he’d dated had known what he did and gotten off on the idea of his dangerous life.

The marshal had given him some pointers on how to come off as normal. One thumb tucked into the waist of his jeans, so it didn’t look like his fist was braced for action. Other arm relaxed at his side. She’d said something about a loose walk, but Rafe only knew one way to walk. To be safe, he stopped almost immediately.

“Hey there. Do you need some help?”

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Một khach san bien hai hoa phần lý do khá đơn giản, giống như việc tại sao du khách đều chụp ảnh trước tượng Nữ thần Tự do hay tháp Eiffel. Địa điểm nổi tiếng tạo nên bức ảnh thu hút. Tuy nhiên, theo nhiếp ảnh gia du lịch Sara Melotti, vẫn còn nguyên nhân khác đằng sau đó. Ảnh: Instagram/ohhcouture.

Melotti nhà nghỉ biển Hải Hòa từng đăng một bài viết trên blog, giải thích về khái niệm có tên "Instagram mafia" - chiến thuật các ngôi sao Instagram sử dụng để được tìm kiếm nhiều, tăng số lượng người theo dõi và thu hút đủ sự chú ý, để kiếm được hợp đồng quảng cáo với các thương hiệu. Ảnh: Instagram/modernmuseliving .

Những ruộng bậc thang xen lẫn hàng dừa tại thị trấn Ubud trên đảo Bali, Indonesia, cũng là một điểm check-in nổi tiếng trên mạng xã hội.  Theo Melotti, một trong các chiến thuật là đi đến những nơi mà các blogger biết chắc sẽ mang lại cho họ nhiều lượt thích nhất, ngay cả khi điều đó đồng nghĩa với việc chụp ảnh cùng địa điểm, cùng góc độ với mọi người, nhằm làm tăng các chỉ số. Ảnh: Instagram/gypsea_lust.

Điều Khách sạn biển Hải Hòa này vốn dĩ không xấu, nhưng hệ quả của sự nổi tiếng trên Instagram có thể dẫn tới những vấn đề khác. Chẳng hạn, các tài khoản lớn hơn lợi dụng những blogger mới nổi đầy triển vọng, trả tiền để chia sẻ nội dung từ những người này. Ảnh: Instagram/saramelotti_.

Việc đi du lịch toàn thời gian có vẻ đầy quyến rũ trên Instagram. Nhưng để có những tấm hình vô lo nghĩ giữa khung cảnh thơ mộng cũng đòi hỏi sự tính toán thật kỹ lưỡng. Ảnh: Instagram/welovejetlag.

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[PSY VS 조용필]음원차트 1위는 뉴구~? 싸이와 조용필의 대결! 싸이 젠틀맨,조용필 바운스

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[PSY VS 조용필]음원차트 1위는 뉴구~? 싸이와 조용필의 대결! 싸이 젠틀맨,조용필 바운스

음원차트 1위는 뉴구~? 싸이와 조용필의 대결!

// ffffff; FONT-SIZE: 18pt”>싸이 젠틀맨 VS 조용필 바운스

    강남스타일로 대박 스타덤에 오른 세계스타 PSY가

더 야하고~ 더 강하게 신곡을 발표했다지요!ㅋㅋ

  젠틀맨 뮤직비디오가 유투브에서 1억5천뷰…. 뒈박!!!

아무래도 전세계인에게 이슈가 된만큼이나 후속곡에 대한

기대와 궁금함이 클 것 같아요~

    유투브 들어가면 메인화면에 떡!! 하니 우리 싸이님이 등장하고 계신다지요 ㅋ

          싸이의 젠틀맨을 두고 이런저런 의견들이 많더라구요!

저는 페이스북을 많이 하는데 거기서도 좋다 나쁘다 별로다 짱이다~ 등등

다양한 말들이 있긴 하던데 뭐.. 제가 생각하기엔 역시나 재밌고 좋아요!

  강남스타일과 비슷한 컨셉으로 안전하게 갔다 한들~ 뭐 어때요?ㅋ

내가 듣기 재밌고 신나고 좋으면 우선 된거니깐요!

아, 하지만 아이들이 보기에는 조금 선정적인 부분은 있다 싶은 생각은 들더라구요^^;;

              특별출연한 무한도전 식구들과 가인까지!

아, 근데 진짜.. 가인은 포스가 쩔더라구요~ 강남스타일 현아와는 또 다른..포스

  엄청나게 떴지만 그래도 본인의 가치관에 따��� 행동하고 말하는

싸이님의 모습은 반할만큼 멋진 것 같아요

  아, 그리고 싸이의 젠틀맨은 그냥 노래듣는거 보다

뮤비로 봐야 더 흥이 난다는거~ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

            [PSY-젠틀맨 뮤비]

    Ah~! 알랑가 몰라 왜 화끈해야 하는건지 알랑가 몰라 왜 말끔해야 하는건지 알랑가 몰라 아리까리하면 까리해 알랑가 몰라 We Like We We We Like Party 해 ~

있잖아 말이야 이사람으로 말씀드리자면 말이야 용기 패기 똘끼 멋쟁이 말이야 너가 듣고픈말 하고픈게 난데 말이야 Damn! Girl! You so freakin sexy!

Ah Ah Ah Ah~ I’m a… Ah Ah Ah Ah~ I’m a… Ah Ah Ah Ah~ I’m a mother father gentleman

I’m a… Ah I’m a

I’m a mother father gentleman

I’m a… Ah I’m a

I’m a mother father gentleman

알랑가 몰라 왜 미끈해야하는건지 알랑가 몰라 왜 쌔끈해야하는건지 알랑가 몰라 빨리빨리와서 난리네 알랑가 몰라 난리난리났어 빨리해

있잖아 말이야 너의 머리 허리 다리 종아리 말이야 Good! feeling feeling? Good! 부드럽게 말이야 아주 그냥 헉소리나게 악소리 나게 말이야 Damn! Girl! I’m a party mafia!

Ah Ah Ah Ah~ I’m a… Ah Ah Ah Ah~ I’m a… Ah Ah Ah Ah~ I’m a mother father gentleman

I’m a… Ah I’m a

I’m a mother father gentleman

I’m a… Ah I’m a

I’m a mother father gentleman

Gonna make you sweat. Gonna make you wet. You know who I am~ Wet PSY!

Gonna make you sweat. Gonna make you wet. You know who I am~ Wet PSY! Wet PSY! Wet PSY! Wet PSY! PSY! PSY! PSY! Ah I’m a mother father gentleman

I’m a… Ah I’m a

I’m a mother father gentleman

I’m a… Ah I’m a

I’m a mother father gentleman Mother father gentleman Mother father gentleman

              신나게 음원차트 휩쓸던.. 그 때….

혜성처럼 나타난 가왕 조용필 선생님의 바운스!!

  잠자기 전에 싸이가 1위였는데 눈뜨고 나니 조용필씨가 1위더라구요~

20대인 제가 들어도 좋은 멜로디라 깜놀했다는~

        라디오에서도 엄청 나오는 조용필씨의 ‘ 바운스’

듣다보면 더 중독성이 있어서.. 나도모르게 흥얼거리고 있었어요!! ㅋㅋ

  다른 컨셉의 두 노래를 뭐가 더 좋다 여길 수는 없을 것 같아요

초한류스타와 가왕의 대결은 내 맘대로 무승부?ㅋㅋ

      네이버 뮤직

2013.04.19 음악앨범 (1) 하루살이

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    [조용필-바운스]

    그대가 돌아서면 두 눈이 마주칠까 심장이 Bounce Bounce 두근대 들릴까 봐 겁나

한참을 망설이다 용기를 내 밤새워 준비한 순애보 고백해도 될까

처음 본 순간부터 네 모습이 내 가슴 울렁이게 만들었어 Baby You’re my trampoline You make me Bounce Bounce

수많은 인연과 바꾼 너인 걸 사랑이 남긴 상처들도 감싸줄게

어쩌면 우린 벌써 알고 있어 그토록 찾아 헤맨 사랑의 꿈 외롭게만 하는 걸 You make me Bounce You make me Bounce

Bounce Bounce 망설여져 나 혼자만의 감정일까 내가 잘못 생각한 거라면 어떡하지 눈물이나

별처럼 반짝이는 눈망울도 수줍어 달콤하던 네 입술도 내겐 꿈만 같은 걸 You make me Bounce

어쩌면 우린 벌써 알고 있어 그토록 찾아 헤맨 사랑의 꿈 외롭게만 하는 걸 어쩌면 우린 벌써 You make me~ You make me~

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News top stories daily news hot topics La policía italiana busca 'anillo de reciclaje de plástico de la mafia'

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Image caption Italian police explain 15 folks were detained all over a raid in Sicily

Italian authorities explain they've smashed a Mafia-bustle plastic recycling ring that despatched toxic self-discipline cloth from the southern island of Sicily to China.

The rip-off changed into as soon as uncovered all over a four-yr investigation, after shoes made in China with the execrable plastic were came upon on sale in Italy.

Police explain 15 folks were held on a number of offences, collectively with extortion and ruin trafficking.

Among them changed into as soon as alleged ringleader Claudio Carbonaro.

He had been a police seek at one stage, but in 2013 returned to Sicily and took over a feared Mafia syndicate.

He then entered the highly profitable swap in toxic plastics.

Claudio Carbonaro changed into as soon as "accountable for injurious crimes within the 1980-90s, collectively with over 60 murders", Italian police immediate files agency AFP.

Thursday's arrests were made in and across the Sicilian metropolis of Ragusa.

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