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keresnotceres · 10 months

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Good, Good, Great

Ghost x Fem!Reader (And they were roommates)!

[nsfw] cw(s): Jealousy, alcohol consumption, references to smoking, strip club, rdr calls ghost ‘big boy’ several times, suggestive content, non-explicit sex (it’s mentioned), rdr is highkey a brat lol, mention of dumbification.

PART TWO

3.4k words I don’t understand how UK currency works so i guessed, ALSO! Reader is kind of a slut!! Because we don’t get enough readers that have BEEN AROUND TOWN (iykwim) and I am hellbent on fixing that :) ALSO ALSO this kinda sucks and it’s prolly OOC but I spent like four days on it so here u go <33

You’re not dating — but he’s not keen on sharing. He sees you serving another table drinks, scantily dressed, hips swaying with every step, and can’t help but watch with a glare as some other man sets a 20 between your tits.

How Laswell convinced both herself and Price that a strip club was the best place to meet and discuss information on a new mission was beyond Ghost. It wasn’t until two blocks away from the venue did he begin to recognize the surroundings, the streets, and damn it, even the people.

He forwent the skull mask and the skull-patterned balaclava for a plain black surgical mask that left him feeling bare and exposed. Only a thin piece of fabric was between him and his anonymity; two strings that held together the Ghost façade from falling into Simon.

He’d be damned if he told the others that he recognized the club — that he frequented it. Not for a certain stripper, no, not for the girls performing at all. He knew every staff member from the amount of times he’d come to pick you up after your serving shift.

You always smelled like alcohol and someone’s blueberry vape, sometimes weed; you claimed that just came with the job. He’d respond asking if he smelled like gunpowder and metal, if that was the case. He remembered how you shook your head.

“You smell like cigarettes and aftershave.”

He grimaces as they approach the shining lights of the club. Myth is a looming building; five floors, only two used for actual club affairs. The other three were offices or something equally as boring; even if you would prattle on about your outlandish suspicions of a mafia being run up there.

The first floor had the basics; a main stage that was across from the full bar, a plethora of sleek tables and uncomfortable leather chairs filling the space between the two attractions. On the far wall, a few booths with itchy velour couches separated by fake bushes. Doors sat on either side of the four booths, both led to some sort of VIP room that Ghost had never stepped foot in.

The second floor overlooked the stage section of the first, only the dancers could see the people decorating the steel railings. It was usually reserved for the rich people, the important men who had had wives and didn’t want to be seen in the public eye, the men who were desperate enough to pay extra to pretend they could get some, and the people staff liked. Ghost happens to fit into the latter category.

There was a second stage on the upper floor, it wasn’t often dancers were up there performing, they were usually lounging around with someone they knew would paid them well. The was a second, smaller bar which served the singular purpose of storing new bottles, which caused you to complain about having to go up and down the stairs every time you had to get another round for a table.

His constant presence had led to him “befriending” the bartenders (if getting a free drink counted as being friends) and getting half-hired as security (he was roughly the same size as the men they already had for the job), even the hostesses knew to assign him to your section each time he walked in.

It baffled him, to say the least. Even after he was gone for 11 months the one time, (what a god awful time that was), the Myth staff knew who he was.

Ghost didn’t even register Price trying to tell him to stop as he walked to the shiny glass doors of Myth. The thing that dragged him out of an absentminded state was Soap’s obnoxiously loud laughter, Ghost stopped dead in his tracks and spun around to face the rest of the task force.

“Yae walkin’ right in like ye own the place, eh, Lt?” He had a conniving grin on his face. “Didnae take you for that kinda guy.” Gaz looked like he was trying to picture Ghost in a club, Price only looked at him with mild amusement on his face.

Ghost glares at Soap, embarrassed. “I’m going where we were told to go.”

“Wasting no time, either.” Gaz manages to crack a smile from Price with his chide.

“Are we going in, or not?” Ghost’s eyebrows raise in questioning, his patience already running thin. He looked over his shoulder at the bouncer, who he wishes he didn’t recognize as Paul.

Gaz had already fished his ID out of his pockets, the graying white background of the Royal Air Force card reflecting the sign lights. Soap wasn’t far behind him, most people who see someone with a mohawk assume it’s a teenager who lost a bet. Anyone could look at the Captain and know he’s over the age of 18, no college student could rival the man’s facial hair.

And Ghost? All he had to do was look Paul in the eyes and he was let though without even a second glance. It was no different than if he were just coming in to pick you up, although it was considerably earlier than your usual 2 AM clock outs. Ghost forgot the club was even open at 5 PM.

He got an odd look from Soap at the lack of identification, but odd looks from Soap were a daily occurance.

The club looked the exact same as when he’d left 4 months ago, the same blue-purple lighting, same ugly silver bead curtains hanging over the walls, and the same Thursday night bartender. His name was something along the lines of Tony (Tim?); Ghost hadn’t particularly cared about him, he’s never at the club on Thursdays anyway. Your shifts are normally on the weekends, only the occasional Thursday if there was an event.

The hostess seems to be familiar, too. She’s either Camille or Angelica; he could never really remember who was who. The two have the same bleach blonde, blue eyes, and freckles; they’re practically the same person to Ghost. He really only pays attention to you when he’s at Myth.

The hostess stares at Ghost for a second, as if trying to recognize him. Before she could try to speak, Price cut in.

“We’re meeting someone here. Blonde hair, a little older.” His eyes scan the half-empty floor of the room. ��She might be upstairs?”

The hostess perks up at the mention of a woman. “Right. Follow me, please.”

The blonde led the group of them upstairs, two of the 20 tables had people at them. Only one of them had a Laswell-looking woman at them. The other was a group of seven men; each in a suit, and each with a glass in their hand.

Once the hostess set a few menus on the table, she spoke a final time. “Your server will be right over.”

Ghost let the others sit down before him, eyes lingering on the group of men across from them before they slid over to Laswell. She looked as comfortable as any other person in a strip club by choice, lounging back in her chair with a cocktail in her hand.

“You look disgruntled,” she notes, eyes resting on Ghost.

“You had us meet in a strip club,” Ghost mutters. “This isn’t my usual scene.” It was quite the lie, really. He’s spent more time here than any other pub in the Manchester area at this point.

“It’s close to home.” She takes a sip of her drink, completely at peace. “And it’s unsuspecting. Who comes into a strip club to talk about top secret information?”

Ghost looks at her, unamused. “Us.”

Laswell ignores the distaste in his voice. “You don’t have to worry about that group,” her head tilts in the direction of the rowdy group of men. “They’re all drunk or too focused on the girls to even bother listening to us.”

The distant sound of heels against the floor catches his attention, his eyes fly towards the staircase. And there you are, flouncing up the stairs with three glasses in one hand and a bottle of Blue Label in the other.

You make your way to the group of men, a customer service smile plastered on your face. Ghost can’t hear your words, but he watches you set the bottle down in front of the most important-looking man, along with two of the glasses you were carrying.

He watches as your shoulders bounce when you laugh at something he says, though it looks like the fakest giggle you can muster.

He watches as the man takes a 20 pound note from his pocket and tucks it right between your tits. On instinct, Ghost’s hands tighten into fists and he glares. It’s a sharp glare, one he’d give to some idiot recruit that tried being cocky. You gasp, then smile brightly at the man, he can tell you’re saying thank you profusely from the way your mouth is moving.

You step away from the man and Ghost’s eyes fly from him to you, and his glare drops into a normal enough look, but his fists are still tight; his fingernails dig into the palms of his hands.

Ghost’s eyes roam your body, how the little black skirt you’re wearing rode up just enough that it would be considered a tease, how the black shirt you’re wearing is just a little too tight around your tits, and the 20 pound note that was stuck right between the two of them. He had to consciously unclench his fist before anyone would notice.

Then you come prancing over, hips swaying almost hypnotically as you walk, a glass of bourbon nestled in your hand.

You smile sweetly as you bend down in front of him, showing off both your tits and the note right between them, and set his glass on the table.

“I believe that’s for you, big boy.” Fuck, he missed hearing your voice, the nickname flies over his head through his stupor. Even if it was the faux, sultry version of it you used for work. “Can I get the rest of you anything? A beer? Whiskey?”

It was almost impossible for Ghost to tear his eyes away from you, rather, that damn note between your breasts. He wanted to pluck it out and throw it right back at the other man, replace it with something bigger, better.

When he notices Gaz’s disturbed stare, his eyes avert from you.

Gaz’s eyes trail from his to yours, “I’ll take a Manhattan.”

You smile at him, “of course, is Sazerzac okay?” Gaz nods shortly, glancing away from you to avoid Ghost’s stare. “Anyone else?” You pivot towards Price, shifting your weight from one leg to the other.

Price angles his head to meet your gaze, squinting through the LEDs of the club. “Gin and tonic,” his eyes don’t leave yours, “Hendrick’s.” An offhand comment from Soap entertains the liquor’s Scottish origins.

You nod along with his words, then tilt your head towards Soap. “Can I get you anything?”

“I’ll have a Coke.”

“I hope you mean the soda,” you muse. You didn’t get any reaction out of the group, not a single smile — how disappointing. “We have the cherry kind, if you’re into that.”

Soap shakes his head, a small frown on his face. “Just normal Coke’ll do.”

You hum absentmindedly, “alright.” Your eyes flicker to Ghost, the smile on your face contorts into a little mischievous one. “Are you going to be wanting the bottle, Simon?”

You really are a vixen, aren’t you? Through grit teeth, Ghost spits out, “no.”

“Alright, then. I’ll be back with those drinks, boys.” A single wink, and you were off. Low heels clacking against the tile floor, hips swaying side to side. Ghost was all too aware of every detail of your retreating body, from the way your hair bounced with each step you took, how the skirt you wore rode up just slightly enough to make his grip on his bourbon tighten.

Ghost fights the urge to get up, grab you by the waist, and pull you onto him. Both his experiences and his logical reasoning say it’s a terrible idea, yet the idea of reminding you who you ultimately belong to is so enticing he could be drooling.

He’s seen you cockdumb; it almost always comes after you pull a stunt like this. Of course, he knows you do it just for the sake of getting him bothered and getting fucked stupid. But he also likes the idea that you do it just for him. You put on a little show.

He finally put it together years ago. Back when you would bring over some pathetic-looking hookup just to see his reaction. When you’d fake moan loud enough for the whole damn neighborhood to hear, then look at him the next morning through your eyelashes all innocent.

At some point, the hookups ended, and you began flirting with customers right in front of him. Just like you had done a moment before.

When your head disappears from view, Soap is the first to attack him vocally, almost gawking after you. “You’re on a first name basis with the bottle girls at a strip club?” He looks incredulously at Ghost, almost jealous.

“Is that why you were in such a hurry to get inside? You knew this was where your flings worked?”

Soap leans in closer, “how often do you come here, LT?” It was question after question from the Scotsman, and despite his inclination towards him, Ghost was getting slowly more fed up.

Ghost set his glass down, “I’m going to the bathroom.” He put his hands to his knees and stood up from the plush seat, eyes scanning the other group one more time before he left his teammates at the table.

It doesn’t take long for him to find you, leaning up against the doorframe to the server’s closet while you wait for another cocktail server to put in a ticket, twiddling your coworker’s Elfbar in your hands until she reaches behind her for the vape.

You hand it off to her and turn to face Ghost, a catty smile adorning your lips. “How can I help you, sir?” Ghost stops a few inches before you and a hand darts towards your cleavage. He tugs the 20 pound note from between your tits, your hands following his to grab for it.

You give Ghost several noises of grievances as he holds the note away from you, a look of slight disgust evident in the ways his eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed.

By the time you gave up trying to reach the banknote, he’d begun digging in his back pocket. “I’d like my tip back, asshole.”

Ghost says nothing in return, no noise or gesture to acknowledge he had heard you. Instead, he tugs a 20 and a 50 pound note from his pocket and tuck the two bills into the space between your breasts. The money from the other man was crumpled and shoved back into his pocket.

You don’t stop him, you’re a bit too turned on to even think of stepping away from him.

“There,” he mutters. “your tip.” He steps back from you, like he was going to leave and go back to his table. You, however, were having none of that.

“Hold on.” Your hand twitches, stopping before it could shoot out to grab his wrist (but you’re smarter than that, you know him). “You didn’t call or anything.”

Ghost frowns under the mask. “I’m not home.” It was a clipped reply, not one you wanted.

“What?” You match his frown, annoyed.

“I’m here for work. You saw the others,” his hand gestures vaguely to the upstairs, “they’re my coworkers.”

You raise an eyebrow, “you work with someone who has a mohawk?” Disappointment flickers in Ghost’s eyes, if it was from your question or just the thought of Soap’s haircut, you didn’t know. The poor man isn't even there to defend himself.

“Is it that hard to believe?” Ghost knows that, yes, it is hard to believe that he worked with a Scotsman with a terrible haircut while continuing to be the infamous Lieutenant ‘Ghost.’

The look on your face screams ‘yes.’

Ghost relents, “listen.” His voice has a certain sadness in it that makes you calm down a bit. Truthfully, you’re pretty damn pissed at him for just showing up out of the blue from God-knows-where, but your expression softens after a few seconds.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Riley.” Your coworker nudges your shoulder to let you know it was your turn to use the kiosk. “Go back to your friends,” you wave your hand in a dismissive fashion. “I’m working.”

Ghost doesn’t budge, even after you’ve ducked between the bead curtains that dangle at the top half of the doorway. You pop back out of the doorway, an unsurprised look on your face.

“Don’t flirt with him.”

Your eyebrows fly up, an incredulous tone flooding your voice. “What?”

“Don’t flirt with him,” Ghost repeats, his eyes boring into yours.

You set a hand on your hip, annoyed. “I’m making money.” The look in his eyes doesn’t change, he’s utterly serious about some random man you’re flirting with for extra cash. A thought crosses your mind, and your annoyance melts into mischief.

“You’re jealous over him?” The way his eyes widen a bit is enough to tell you that, yeah, he is. “Really, big boy?”

And fuck, if you didn’t have him wrapped around your finger by the way you walked, you had him now. All it took was one stupid nickname and Ghost is crumbling into Simon.

“Not jealous,” is his defense. You just soak it in with a grin on your face. You step towards him a little, shoulders forward and leaning down ever so slightly so that your cleavage is a little more obvious, so that the money he stuck between your tits is poking right out at him.

“You sure?” You look up at him, still grinning like your coworker once had when she got a free vape from a customer. “Seems like you’re a bit jealous.”

All he can do is stare down at you, clenching his jaw shut lest he say something he really shouldn’t. But God, does he wish he could.

Really, if it weren’t only 5 PM, he would’ve let you get to him. Let you drag him into an empty VIP room and fuck your words right out of you, leaving you a whimpering, babbling mess. But Ghost — Simon — knows better than to incapacitate you when you’re working.

All he’s left to do is watch as you give him little smirks from across the room, as you adjust your clothes to be just a bit more revealing, as you get close enough that he can smell the remnants of your perfume when you ask him aimless questions. And that’s just what he’ll do once you prance off to get his teammates drinks.

You pat him on his covered cheek patronizingly before you slink away, outstretching your hands for the three drinks cluttered at one side behind the bar. You pass him by, drinks in hand.

“If anything,” you look up to his eyes as you pass him, “it’s the guys you’re with you should be jealous of. You know I like older guys.” That’s enough for Simon to be reclaimed by Ghost.

He follows after you, glowering at your back. You don’t have to look back at him to know he’s scowling at you, but it brings you a slight bit of satisfaction.

“C’mon, big boy,” you hum, “I’ll get you another drink if you tell me his name.” You look back at him once you reach the staircase and climb a few steps ahead of him.

Ghost stares into your eyes like a dead man, you almost think you’ve gone a bit too far. “No.”

You give him an exaggerated pout and turn back to the front to see where you’re going. “If you aren’t jealous, you shouldn’t have a problem with it.”

“No,” he huffs, irritation growing steadily. “Ask again and I’ll have your head.”

You quicken your pace on the last few steps, skirt bouncing from the motion; Ghost doesn’t bother to look away. He follows you back to the table where Laswell and the others are chatting quietly.

You lean down to set the drinks on the table, and Ghost takes his chance. His hands hover around your hips, bulge brushing against your ass as he moves behind you to sit down in his seat.

“Sorry,” he muses in the most unapologetic tone you’ve ever heard from him. It’s Simon’s eyes that look into yours, like a challenge. A really, really horny challenge. “Had to get past you.”

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idsfantasy · 4 months

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So, bear with me, this is gonna be a bit wild.

Setup (Things that we know from the games):

Fallfest had canonical appearances in 1970 and 1983

The FNAF 4 house can be seen on a hill overlooking the Fallfest 1983

A car that has purple aesthetics similar to the purple car of Midnight Motorist and Later That Night is there

Fallfest (as of 1983) seems to be a Carnival consisting of a barn (HW1 and HW2), a Carousal (HW2), and a Shooting Gallery (HW2)

Mystic Hippo and Carnie also fit the carnival theme (as fortune tellers were popular in carnivals and carnies... well, obvious), and both have Henry's animatronic hinged design.

Adjacently, several of the subtitles mention a 'Carnival Nurse' as well in the Patch game of HW2

Glitchtrap seems to be a handsewn costume that is implied to be William Afton's first official Spring Bonnie costume

Fredbear singing show was a thing in 1930's, with a dancing bear that would be around in Carnivals

Mrs. Afton has never been seen in-game or stories, barring the STAFF bot recreation in Security Breach (where she sits at the head of the table and William Afton looks like he's dressed as a carnival ring master), and possibly is represented by Clara in Immortal and the Restless, as well as maybe Balora.

Balora has the appearance of a Ballet Dancer, who also did tight-rope stunts in circuses and carnivals.

Clara sets her and Vlad's house on fire when she grows sick of Vlad's lies

The fire that hits the Carousal starts at the barn of Fallfest 1983 (and may be tied to the Shooting Gallery also going up in flames)

Charlie and Crying Child are both implied to have died in 1983

William Afton is British (I promise this will matter)

The Theory:

In 1930's USA, Fallfest has become a yearly tradition in Hurricane, Utah, headed by an average midwestern family who were popular in the town. This Fallfest included Fredbear, the dancing bear. This carnival would take place on their family farm, and included games in their own barn.

At some point in time, possibly 1970, an aspiring British showman - named William Afton - arrives from the UK to look for entertainment possibilities in Utah, where he met a woman (referred to as Clara for convenience) who was running Fallfest in the city as part of generations of her family, while also doing performances as a tight rope dancer.

He shortly married her soon after and had 3 kids: Micheal Afton, the Crying Child, and Elizabeth Afton.

Working at the Fallfest was an engineer named Henry Emily, who was building animatronics for the carnival, and worked with William to design the first of their characters: Spring Bonnie, Fredbear, and what would eventually be known as the Mediocre Melodies (and maybe Chica, Sun, and Moon as well).

The popularity of these mascot characters made the Aftons and Emily's a great amount of profit from each Fallfest and enough of a push to start their own Fredbear Diner, where William and Henry created the Springlock Suits/Animatronics.

TV shows were made, lunchboxes were made, masks were made, merch was doing good.

Over the years, rumors would surface of the mascots coming to life and stealing children, but they were baseless rumors. Still, enough to scare the Crying Child - who had seen his own father putting Henry into a suit for work - and likely may have inspired the idea of calling Fallfest a 'Spookfest' for Halloween by the public.

In 1983, Micheal Afton and his buddies (including Bonnie Bro/possibly Cassy's Dad) stuffed the Crying Child into Fredbear's mouth and put him into a coma, where he would eventually die from his injuries.

In 1983 of that year, William Afton - mad with grief and possibly rage/jealousy at Henry - found Charlie Emily (Henry's daughter) locked up outside. After luring her with the promise of help, he violently killed her in a rage and drove off.

In 1983, as Fallfest approached, William is confronted by Clara. Henry had his suspicions about his friend, and Clara had noted the timing of William getting home that day and how suspicious it was that they would both lose a child in the same year at the same place.

William refuses to admit to anything, gaslighting her, pointing out that there is no evidence. Their marriage goes rocky, both of them angry and grieving, and Clara notes how empty the house feels despite it still being full of people (William retreats into his work, Micheal is traumatized, and Elizabeth is too young to understand what is going on).

In 1983, during the Fallfest of 1983, Clara Afton finds evidence of William's murder of Charlie in the Barn setup for the patrons. Maybe it was a weapon. Maybe it was something led to her by the spirits or the Shadows of William's Dark Deeds. Maybe it was her son, saying 'It's Me' in a way only she could figure out.

Perhaps William is there, the two of them having one final confrontation.

In 1983, Fallfest, Clara sets the barn on fire in an attempt to kill herself and her husband. Out of shame? Out of anger? Out of fear if he tells her his plans for putting their dead son back together?

Maybe none of it. Maybe all of it.

In any case, the fire spread, engulfing the barn and hitting the Carousel and its occupants. Panic ensues as Fallfest goes up in flames, animatronics and games burning... and William Afton escaping with his life.

Clara, does not.

(Obviously this is all just a theory, but I wondered why Mrs. Afton seems to be simultaneously left out of the story beyond animatronic/cartoon parallels, and that at least one of those parallels had her burning their house down. Obviously a barn isn't a house, but it's interesting that we see the fire start at the barn in 1983, close to the FNAF 4 home, and Clara is the only female character who sets fire to a home.)

(Also, obviously, if one believes in the Mrs. Afton running Fazbear now - since the way it's structured is meant for family businesses - then this goes against that theory, barring William Afton also resurrecting her in some capacity but I don't want to get into that.)

I don't necessarily agree with certain things, and it's kinda hard for me to have opinions on other things since we don't have a ton of evidence for what happened there, but it's interesting to think about.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf 4 #william afton #michael afton #mrs. afton #cc afton #fnaf crying child #evan afton #elizabeth afton #henry emily #answered asks

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justforbooks · 4 months

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David Soul, who has died aged 80, stormed to fame in the 1970s as half of the television “buddies” detective duo Starsky and Hutch, who careered across Los Angeles in their red and white Ford Gran Torino, over the roofs and bonnets of other cars, and through piles of cardboard boxes.

“When the Starsky and Hutch series was showing, police on patrol duty were adopting sunglasses and wearing their gloves with the cuffs turned down,” claimed Kenneth Oxford, a British chief constable. “They also started driving like bloody maniacs.” In south London, a council lowered a wall after fans of the tyre-squealing screen action used it as a launchpad to jump on to parked vehicles.

While Paul Michael Glaser played the streetwise, cardigan-wearing, junk food-eating Dave Starsky, Soul’s character, Ken “Hutch” Hutchinson, was the quieter, yoga-loving, healthy-eating one – two cool cops looking after each other as if they were brothers.

Over five series (1975-79), they patrolled a rough area populated by muggers, drug dealers, sex workers and pimps. They also fraternised with Huggy Bear (played by Antonio Fargas), a snazzily dressed, “jive-talking” informant with his own bar.

Soul traded on his newfound stardom to return to his first love, music. He recorded the ballads Don’t Give Up on Us (1976), a No 1 in the US and UK, and Silver Lady (1977), another British chart-topper.

His television career continued, but the starring roles rarely resonated beyond his homeland. An exception was the miniseries World War III (1982), in which he played an American cold war colonel trying to avert a nuclear holocaust. It also chimed with his political and social campaigning, which included supporting the anti-nuclear movement.

He took up the tempting offer to play Rick Blaine in Casablanca (1983), a five-part TV prequel to the film classic, in the role originally played by Humphrey Bogart, but it proved a flop.

Soul found renewed success – particularly on the West End stage – after moving to Britain in the 90s. He even hit the headlines beyond the review pages in the title role of Jerry Springer the Opera (Cambridge theatre, 2004-05), taking over from another American actor, Michael Brandon, as the “shock” talkshow host.

The BBC’s decision to screen Richard Thomas and Stewart Lee’s musical, complete with thousands of swear words, transvestites, tap-dancers dressed as Ku Klux Klan members and a nappy-wearing Jesus, received more than 60,000 complaints from viewers.

Soul simply relished the chance to fulfil his “dream to play in the birthplace of English-speaking theatre” after failing to “cut the mustard” when auditioning on Broadway.

He was born David Solberg in Chicago to June (nee Nelson), a teacher who had also performed as a singer, and Richard Solberg, a Lutheran minister of Norwegian descent. His father’s work as a representative of the Lutheran World Relief organisation during the reconstruction of Germany after the second world war meant the family moved to Berlin in 1949, returning to the US seven years later to live in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, where David attended Washington high school.

He then acted in plays while studying at Augustana College, before moving to Mexico with his family. Influenced by his father’s work, he initially had plans to join the diplomatic service, and learned Spanish and studied Latin American history. He was also taught to play the guitar by Mexican students.

After a year, he hitchhiked to the US, landed a job singing Mexican folk songs at a coffee shop in Minneapolis and set his sights on a career in music. He also gained some acting experience with the city’s Firehouse theatre company.

While talking with friends about the metaphorical masks people wear, he came up with the idea of wearing a real one while performing so that the music stood on its own merits, and billed himself “David Soul, the Covered Man”. The William Morris Agency signed him up after hearing a demo tape, and he soon had bookings. One was in The Merv Griffin Show on TV between 1966 and 1968, when he eventually dispensed with the mask. More significantly, a talent agent spotted his acting potential.

He had a regular role in Here Come the Brides (1968-70), a comedy western series set after the civil war, as Joshua Bolt, one of the brothers running a logging company in a male-dominated Seattle frontier town and importing marriageable women.

A guest star, Karen Carlson, became Soul’s second wife (1968-77), following the dissolution of his first marriage, to Mirriam “Mim” Russeth, in 1966, three years after their wedding.

Soul was then popping up all over American TV in guest roles himself, and had a short run in 1974 as Ted Warrick, the defence lawyer’s assistant, in Owen Marshall, Counselor at Law, before wider fame came in Starsky and Hutch. By then, he was living in an “open” relationship with another actor, Lynne Marta. When he moved on to his third marriage, to Patti (nee Carnel, 1980-86), former wife of the 60s pop idol Bobby Sherman, he hit the headlines for all the wrong reasons.

In 1982, having already struck Patti several times, he returned home drunk one night following a day’s filming on Casablanca – which he correctly feared would bomb – and hit her repeatedly. He was arrested on a charge of misdemeanour battery, but a judge spared him jail on condition that he underwent therapy. Soul admitted to having a violent streak and, although he and Patti were reunited, the marriage was soon over.

He kept working, landing starring roles as Roy Champion in the cattle ranch soap-style drama The Yellow Rose (1983-84), the private eye of the title in the TV movie Harry’s Hong Kong (1987), and “Wes” Grayson, leading an FBI forensics team, in Unsub (1989), but his star was on the wane. Another marriage, to Julia Nickson (1987-1993), also failed, before he had a relationship with the actor-singer Alexa Hamilton.

Soul’s career was revived when in 1995 the theatre producer Bill Kenwright was looking for an American to star in the comedy thriller Catch Me If You Can on tour in Britain. He played Corban, a newlywed whose wife goes missing. There were other tours and Soul was in the West End as Hank in The Dead Monkey (Whitehall, now Trafalgar, theatre, 1998), Chandler Tate in Alan Ayckbourn’s Comic Potential (Lyric, 1999-2000) and Mack in Mack & Mabel (Criterion, 2006).

In between, he had one-off roles on British television, including as a locum surgeon in two episodes of Holby City (2001 and 2002), a Boston detective helping to investigate his wife’s murder in Dalziel and Pascoe (2004) and a criminology lecturer in Inspector Lewis (2012). Soul and Glaser had cameos in the 2004 film spoof Starsky & Hutch, alongside Ben Stiller as Starsky and Owen Wilson as Hutch. In the same year, Soul was granted British citizenship.

He is survived by his fifth wife, Helen (nee Snell), whom he married in 2010, and five sons and a daughter.

🔔 David Soul (David Richard Solberg), actor and singer, born 28 August 1943; died 4 January 2024

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#just for books #david soul #in memoriam

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Mask. Pende Culture, DRC

In 1944, this mask was collected in the Kikongo region of the DRC by an English expat who worked as an employee of Unilever Co. and was stationed in the surrounding palm oil plantations. It was then brought to the UK in the 1950's, where it remained in a private family collection until the present day.

The photograph of a group of masked dancers was taken in 1944 by the above mentioned expat, and shows a dancer who, in all likelihood, wears this mask (as marked in the photograph). A second photograph of the masked dancers which was taken around the same time features another mask (the Mbala Mask),which has also been highlighted in the photograph. As a result of the image's higher definition, it is possible to concretely identify this mask. It is considered that both masks were collected after these field photographs were taken.

Tribal Gathering

#classic african art

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heatherrelizabethh :The day has come for me to share the biggest secret I’ve ever had to keep! Yes you super smarty pants fans guessed it…I am SCISSORS on this seasons Masked Dancer UK!

And guess what!!?? This cutting edge character Scissors won!!!!! AHHHH!!!!!There’s so much more to come and share with you, but for now..head to my stories for some behind the scenes footage from rehearsals!!

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#lol of course hemo was scissors #Heather Morris #glee

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Candlestick!

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#fanart #masked dancer #the masked dancer #masked singer #object head #objecthead #candlestick #masked dancer uk #the masked dancer uk #fire #flame #candle #i actually drew this a week ago but forgot to upload it whoops

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Just for fun.... by u/Firstdibs66

Just for fun.... Here in the UK, the new series of The Masked Singer is being promoted to start soon. Just to lighten the mood before Christmas, if H & M were to be contestants, what do you think their costumes would be? Would they sing as a duo or individually?My guess is they'd be a duo and their characters would be Salt and Pepper Pot. And maybe Pom Pom could be a backing dancer dressed as a........ Pom Pom. post link: https://ift.tt/XnAR8cs author: Firstdibs66 submitted: December 13, 2023 at 10:52AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

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TBC 30 day challenge

Day 28: one thing you regret the most

So full transparency, I’ve been leaving longer and longer gaps between my entries on this challenge because I’m decidedly Not Doing Well as of late. The longer we go without TBC, the more it sets in for me that it’s truly gone, and it just so happens that this grief is coinciding with the return of my seasonal depression (just layered on top of the regular depression, naturally). And today, the news about SNM has been another painful blow to my already less than ideal mental state. I’ve been reluctant to reach the end of this challenge because it means saying goodbye to the show again, in a way. And I’m not ready to do that.

Maudlin preamble aside, I have to get to it eventually. So, even if it’s been well over 28 days since I started this journey, we’ll address today’s question.

First off, I regret not finding the discord server sooner. I’ve never been a part of a community like this, and as wonderful as my solitary shows all were, there was something so profoundly comforting about knowing that I could drop into the city on any given night and be guaranteed a few familiar faces. I was never alone in my love of the show again, neither in the city nor online. It was a blessing and a joy to meet the people I did, but I wish I’d had more time to share this wonderful show with them, and to enjoy getting to know them better. (To any discord people reading this - thank you. You’ve been an absolute delight to get to know, and our shared love of this show has been a lighthouse these past few months.)

My second regret is one I’ve had since my very first show - it is what I wrote on my first and only napkin. I regret that I couldn’t be a part of this. Since my experience with SNM in 2018, my dearest dream has been performing in a punchdrunk show. It’s all I’ve wanted, and for a while it seemed entirely out of reach, given the how long the UK was without a new mask show. But then out of the blue this show emerged, and reminded me of what I’d been dreaming of - and I wasn’t ready. I’d let adults convince me that dance school was a mistake, I’d be better studying theatre in an academic capacity. I’d let the pandemic sap away my fitness and confidence in dancing. And even then, when open auditions were announced and I thought I might at least have a chance to try for my dream, technical issues got in the way and I once again missed out. After that disappointment I remember my father saying “you’ve got time. They’ll need more performers again one day soon, and you’ll be ready to apply then.” And so I trained harder than ever to get back to my former skill level, and pushed through my worsening disability because I knew that this is my calling. They’ll need performers again, and I’ll be here. But now the city will never need performers again, and all that’s left is my deep regret for a life lived at odds with my dream, and all the wrong decisions I made that have seemingly stolen my last chance at it from me. Dancers tend to age out of the industry young, and I’m so profoundly aware of my own ticking clock. I wish I could’ve been part of the city, while it was still an option.

But my biggest regret in regard to TBC is that I didn’t experience more. I saw a good deal, but there’s still so much I missed. So many early visits sticking with what I knew rather than venturing into the unknown again. So many character loops abandoned in favour of ones I was confident in enjoying. This whole thing should be about enjoyment, of course, but as someone who was still finding new delights right until the very end (my first full Luba and Askalaphos loops weren’t until my final week with the show!), I wish I’d been more patient in letting characters win me over. They would have, I know it, each and every one. I wish I’d had more time, and more wisdom, to get to know the show as thoroughly as it deserved.

#the burnt city #immersive theatre #punchdrunk #tbc 30 day challenge

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Zofie Orel - Augmented Assassin OC Character Profile

Basics Default Universe: Deus Ex: Mankind Divided and Assassin's Creed (circa 2029)

Full Name: real name - Zofie Orel (Alter ego/ Cover name - Sofia Croft). Nickname(s): Nicknames - Bílá Ruka (aka White Hand), Golden Eyes and Zo. Age: 33 (as of 2029). Date of Birth: Oct 30th 1996. Hometown: Cardiff/London. Current Location: Prague. Ethnicity: Caucasian (Welsh British with Czech ancestry). Nationality: Welsh (UK). Gender: Female. Pronouns: She/Her. Orientation: Bisexual. Religion: None. Political Affiliation: Socialist, but no political affiliation. Occupation (starting with present):

Assassins with the Coterie of Assassins (former known as Brotherhood). Cover job - as Property manager for her parent's property company and interior designer. Hidden reference in her ID as secret agent for MI6 to keep Czech police off her back.

Living Arrangements: Home in London and Apartment 86 Libuše in Prague. Languages Spoken: English, some Welsh, French, learning Czech, although she has a translation implant as part of her social Aug. Accent: Posh English (think Emily Blunt) when in cover and a softer English with welsh lilt accent when relaxed off duty amongst friends. Physical Appearance Face: Pale skin. Hair Colour: Pillar box red. Eye Colour: Golden yellow. Height: 5’ 7” Weight: 160 pounds (thanks to augments). Build: Athletic dancer like build. Scarring: Scars that connect her inner frame bolts on both front and back of the torso. Piercings: Ears only. Clothing Style: Contemporary within DX universe.- sleek and elegant when undercover. Has custom-made body armour for work. Wears only white, red and black. Usual Expression: Often seen with a soft smile on her face, but sometimes thought to have a 'resting bitch face' which is usually her actually connected to her drone and seeing through its cameras. Distinguishing Characteristics: Over 80% augmented. Almost as much as Adam Jensen himself. Bright red hair and yellow eyes. Health Augmentations -

Hidden blade augmented arms. A hidden pointed mono directional nanoblade that comes out of a port under her forearm.

Dermal Rhino armour under her skin.

Infolink directly connected to her eyes and cochlea bone. Can speak covertly and directly without need for phone. Linked to a drone, she has called Zrak

Cranial sentinel. SPIN Social Pheromone Interference Nullifier. She does not have C.A.S.I.E. but she does have a system that can detect its usage on her, that prevents coercion of the mental and chemical variety.

Sentinel health system. Allows rebreathing through gas and underwater. Monitors her health and helps restore damage.

Augmented legs. Klipspringer to allow higher jumps, but also designed to assist in parkour.

Glass shield.

Wraith gas projectile augment in arms. Acts as smokescreen during combat and also drops enemies not wearing masks.

A form of Icarus landing, called Descent of Faith, as in cities now there are no hay bales or leaf mounds to land in. Wing like golden energy vortexes spring from her back and act like a parachute to slow her descent to safe limits no matter how high she jumps from.

Eagle Eye synthetic eyes - Similar to the Eyeknow augment, allows her to see through buildings but also allows her to directly interface with her drone Zrak, linked to her infolink, so she can see through its cameras. Allowing her to see from high above a situation and mark targets with smart scan.

Physical Ailments: None as she has the Sentinel augment and thankfully doesn't need as much Neuropozene as most thanks to her hybrid ISU DNA. Neurological Conditions: Neuropozene requirements are lower than average – Which the Assassins find is down to ISU DNA. Fear of fire due to PTSD from the attack that caused her to be augmented. Allergies: None now. Used to have hayfever. Sleeping Habits: Sleeps little, due to her need to be out at all hours of day or night, depending on mission. usually max 6 hours, but can manage of less than 2 thanks to the Sentinel compensating short term. Eating Habits: Sweet tooth, eats on the go mostly, high calorie intake.

Exercise Habits: Her vocation is her exercise - Parkour, combat training. Emotional Stability: Hides a lot of her past trauma to the point she forgets she has a fear of being surrounded by fire. But usually very calm and a tad cocky. Sociability: Has high charisma level, very charming and has managed to make even Aug hating people tolerate her. Can swing between high society social and underground gangs with ease. Temperament: Sanguine (optimistic, social) Addictions: None thanks to her Sentinel. Drug Use: Nicotine (obviously Nupoz). Alcohol Use: Social and relaxing. Around 4-5 units a week max. Personality Label: The Assassin

Positive Traits: Adaptable, compassionate, charismatic, focused. Negative Traits: Stubborn, can come across as cold when hunting a target.

Goals/Desires: To stop the Templar/Illuminati threat at every chance. Succeed in her current mission (find the source of Lucius Debeers extended lifespan and cut it at its source). Assist her allies. Meet someone who 'gets' her.

Fears: Surrounded by fire, being taken apart by Harvesters working for the Templar Hunters. Failing in her mission and thus wasting her life.

Hobbies: Silversmithing jewellery and interior design.

Habits: Smoking and drinking. Clicking her neck during combat. Chewing their lip when thinking. Favourites Weather: Cool and overcast, but dry. Colour: Blood red. Music: Eclectic - rock, heavy pop, ebm and trance but also classical. Movies: Star Trek and old fantasy films using stop-motion. Sport: Parkour, martial arts. Beverage: Earl grey tea, hot chocolate with all the trimmings, soda, gin liqueurs, amaretto, sweet white wine, whisky, Absinthe (traditionally done with sugar cube and water). Food: Veggie sushi, Bramboráky, welsh cakes, her mother's roast dinner, anything sweet and junk food, especially burgers. Animal: Cats, birds of prey and snakes. Family Father: Alexandr Orel (alive and well). Mentor with the Coterie of Assassins in London. His cover job is as a surveyor and architect, which he has sometimes used to case places of targets. Mother: Elizabeth Orel (Alive and well. Also known by her ripper handle as R3dvixn). Elizabeth's official job is freelance programmer and property developer. Formerly the Chief Cybersecurity and Operating Officer for the London branch of Sarif Industries. Sibling(s): None. Children: None. Pet(s): None now. Once had a grey goshawk called Ghost. But now she helps any stray cat she sees and financially supports a shelter in Prague. Family’s Financial Status: Officially - comfortably well off. Unofficially very Wealthy thanks to redistributed Templar assets.

History

1996 - Born Oct 30th - In Cardiff to welsh mother, English father.

2006- 10yrs -Family moves to London, when Elizabeth is asked to help run the London branch of Sarif Industries. Alexandr rejoins Assassins as Mentor. Zofie is homeschooled within the headquarters of the Coterie with other Assassin's children. 2014 -18yrs - Officially joins the Assassins order. Trains under the Master Assassin Katherine Frye and her father. 2023 - 27yrs. Involved in stopping a plot to kill the son of the King of England by the Templar/illuminati as a way to force control of the Royal family. She helps thwart the plot and kills the then leader of the British Templar order, Sir Bertrand Scottard.

2024 28yrs - Injured in a terrible motorbike accident caused by a Templar Hunter, in revenge for Zofie's part in the death of the order's leader, that leaves her near death. Thanks to connections to David Sarif, she is put in emergency cryo suspension and taken to a limb clinic in London, where she receives top end and secret assassin augments thanks to her earlier agreement to have them done in case of injury.

2025- 29yrs - Takes a year to learn how to use her augments fully. Finds she doesn't need anti rejection drugs as much as most augmented, thanks to being a hybrid with ISU DNA. 2026 (Spring time) - 30yrs - First big mission after getting augmented. Goes to Paris for 4 months to work with fellow Assassins Dean Morel and his partner Nick on a case involving a Harvesting ring financed by the Templars. 2026 (Summer) Returns to London after successfully stopping ring and exposing connections to a bank run by the Templars in Paris. Gets her augmentations upgraded thanks to David Sarif's latest prototype designs for the organisation. (what she currently has).

2027 31yrs - Aug incident happens. She did not get her chip replaced due to her involvement in the Coterie investigation into TYM sudden development of a chip that will fix a worldwide issue that also involves Augs not made by them.

2028- 32yrs- London Coterie has recovered from the incident, but many assassins have to be even more careful now as being augmented is watched closely. Some choose to have their Augs removed and retire, others simply say they were always in the shadows and will just hide more.

2029 (November) 33yrs-Katherine Frye asks her to Investigate Adam Jensen after the London Incident. Thanks to her father's occasional collaboration with MI6 and her involvement in saving The King's son many years previous, she has an ID number for her identity card which involves a code that suggests she is actually an agent for MI5, allowing her easier freedom of movement around Prague police. 2029 (December) - Moves to Prague, joining the reformed Praha chapter. Moves into the freshly refurbished apartment 86 in the Libuse complex and works on developing the Zelen Apartment complex that her mother's company has now bought as part of regen efforts for the Překážka district. Events in London confirm to Katherine Frye that Jensen is one to have as an ally, and she lets Zofie know her mission is a go...

#My OC #Deus Ex OC #Assassins Creed OC #Zofie Orel #poison the well

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Eurovision Semi Final 2 Facts to share During the Postcards!

My post for Semi Final 1 did so well, I’ll do it again for the 2nd! Unless otherwise noted, the artists had some involvement in the songwriting process.

1. Finland- The Rasmus- Jezebel The band formed in 1994 and has achieved global fame with their song In The Shadows, a career spanning 9 albums. This is the first song with guitarist Emppu Suhonen after founding member Pauli Rantasalmi left. Desmond Child, known for writing many Bon Jovi songs(among others) and most recently Kings and Queens by Ava Max, co-wrote the song.

2. Israel- Michael Ben David- I.M- 25 years old, he is the second oldest of 6 and won X-factor in Israel with Netta as his coach. He went to a performing arts school and also worked as a singing waiter.

3. Serbia- Konstrakta- In Corpore Sano- 43 years old, she has been performing since age 19. She was a frontwoman of a band until her solo debut in 2019. Her stage name is inspired from her major in Architecture. The song title, as well as some lyrics, are in Latin.

4. Azerbaijan- Nadir Rustamli- Fade to Black- 22 years old, he started his musical career in 2017. He won The Voice in his country in 2021, then was internally selected to compete in Eurovision. First artist this year with no involvement in the songwriting process.

5. Georgia- Circus Mircus- Lock Me In- Formed in 2020, they are circus academy dropouts turned musicians. They were internally selected. I couldn’t find much info on the song itself, or what their involvement in the writing process was.

6. Malta- Emma Muscat- I Am What I Am- 22. Daughter of the heads of a clothing company, and a classically trained pianist. Musical debut in 2016.Emma originally planned on sending a different song before a last-minute change.

7. San Marino- Achille Lauro- Stripper- 31 years old, he competed in Italy’s national final three times before competing and winning San Marino’s this year. Known for his controversial songs and staging choices. Made recording debut in 2012.

8. Australia- Sheldon Riley- Not the Same- 23 years old, competed in X-Factor Australia, The Voice Australia twice, and America’s Got Talent before winning Australia’s National Final. He made his recording debut in 2018. Eurovision has been his dream ever since seeing Conchita win in 2014.

9. Cyprus- Andromache- Ela- 27 years old, She participated in The Voice of Greece in 2015. Made her recording debut in 2017. Not involved in the song writing process.

10. Ireland- Brooke- That’s Rich- 23 years old, she was in several musical productions in highschool including Fame, Mama Mia and Sister Act. Finished 3rd in The Voice UK in 2020.

11.North Macedonia- Andrea- Circles- 22 years old, she was discovered on social media by a producer. Lived in New York as a child, and inspired by Gospel, R&B and Pop-punk. Hayley Williams of Paramore is her main inspiration. Made her recording debut in 2020.

12. Estonia- STEFAN- Hope- 24 years old, he endered the national final 4 times in total since 2018. He won The Masked Singer Estonia.

13. Romania- WRS- Llamame 29 years old, started as a back-up dancer and part of the Pro TV Ballet before making his solo debut in 2020. He was nominated for 2 awards.He was part of a boyband in 2015.

14. Poland- Ochman- River- 22 years old, he was born in Massachusetts to a Polish family. Was Prince Charmind in his school’s performance of Cinderella. Went to Poland for Music University. Won The Voice Poland in 2020 on Michal Szpak(2016 representative)’s ream.

15. Montenegro- Vladana- Breathe- 35 years old, she studied music theory and opera. Degree in Journalism. Recording debut in 2003, was internally selected. She is editor-in-chief of an Online fashion magazine. The last time Montenegro was in the ESC was 2019.

16.Belgium- Jeremie Makiese- Miss You. 21 Years old, he joined his church choir at a young age. In 2021 he won The Voice Belgium, and was internally selected. Influences include Michael Jackson, James Brown and Aretha Franklin, as well as Stromae. He is a proffessional footballer.

17. Sweden- Cornelia Jakobs- Hold Me Closer- 30 years old, daughter of The Poodles’ lead singer. Entered Melfest 2021 as a songwriter. Made recording debut in 2018, but her tv debut in 2008 on Swedish Idol.

18. Czech Republic- We Are Domi-Lights Off- Formed in 2016, they met at the Leeds College of Music in the UK. Dominika Hasova, the singer, is Czech-American(born in NY) while the other two, Casper Hatlestad and Benjamin Rekstad, are Norwegian. The latter two are music teachers.

#eurovision #esc #eurovision 2022 #esc 2022 #eurovision2022 #esc2022 #semi final 2 #eurovision semi final 2

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