"You Must Travel Dark Hallways To Get There. And It Is A Place Of Sin. The Red Door Stands As The Gateway

“Daddy’s TRYING to WORK! Puttanas! Can’t you bitches keep it down!? I’m in the middle of something important and you dykes are constantly causing me so much trouble!” - Santino - Reluctant Godfather to two very frisky young women. One he’s trying to fuck, the other whose only ever fucked him over. That’s right Ares. I’m looking at you, bitch.

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Ares was thrilled! She had a new friend. A new girlfriend. Alright, Lalienna was strictly the boss's' girlfriend, but what he didn’t need to know... well, he didn’t need to know.

God these guys were such a pain in the ass. Always on her tail between jobs. She wanted to let loose in the club. Reign was the BOMB! Like seriously! This was the best club she’d been to since she partied in Rome. And Tino let her party a lot. And when he didn’t, she faked a period and got the night off... and partied all the same.

 Now she was pulling the same kind of bullshit behind his back. Well sort of. Everyone kinda already knew about it. Tony, Christov, Hector... stuck up prick... Marcus... Curtis. Yeah, even the boss knew. Tino knew.. right? He did, totally did, didn't he?

 "Boss... you have to put a lead on your girls... muzzles or something.... Chastity belts maybe" Said Hector, wiping his hands in the kitchen whilst his employer was busy working on reconciliation reports for collateral damages against The White Women. The figures were high... Athena would not be pleased. He knew he shouldn't have pulled out the grenade launcher this time.

"Hm? What are you talking about, amico? I'm trying to work here, can't you see I'm busy? "

"Yeah boss, I know you're busy but it's the girls. Lali... Ares... They're in deep together. Too deep. I think they're fucking."

 Santino stopped typing. Took off his reading glasses and fixed his commander with a withering glare.

"Corri di nuovo oltre." (Run that past me again.) It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Hector didn't like it when Santino made statements. It made him nervous. And it meant there would be bloodshed. He changed gears...

"I think, Ares is romancing your lover. Lalienna."

That glare got darker. He stalled completely.

"Nevermind, forget I said anything."

 Tino slammed his books shut and threw his reading glasses across the desk, pacing the room on rapid steps. Feeling his pockets.

There it was, his phone. It was under his coat on the sofa.

He picked it up, opened the messaging app and picked up his conversation with Ares.

'Vanguard. Front and centre. Right now. Bring Lalienna.'

They were in the pool together, topless, drinking French champagne and kissing each other passionately. It was Lali that noticed her friend's phone lighting up first. She fixed her girl lover with another heated kiss before mounting the stairs out of the pool to pick up the flashing phone. Ares was too busy watching her girlfriend's ass. Alright, it wasn't her girlfriend. It was her boss's' girlfriend. But she seriously didn't fucking care. She'd eaten that pussy. And it was delicious.

"Um... babe.... I think we're in trouble."  Lali looked worried, having read the message. Ares didn't hesitate. She put down her glass and was out of the pool and grabbing her phone in a flash.

'I'm fucked.' She signed. Quick, dirty gesture. Lali was picking up sign language fast. But she could work out most of the swearing from Ares' expression, the way she mouthed the words or her extremely suggestive hands. Oh those hands... they made her wanna cum.... The way Ares laid with her and rubbed her off.... Until they got off together.

 This wasn't going to be pretty. Ares draped Lali's form in her bathrobe before putting on her own. Both girls made their way upstairs. To room 768. Santino's apartments. As they were about to knock on the door, Hector was just exiting and fixed them both with a disapproving glare.

"I'll be back... to pick up the bodies."

 "ARES! LALIENNA! IN HERE... RIGHT NOW!"  That was Santino. Thick Italian accent. Oh shit. They were in for it now. He never raised his voice. Not... unless he was really pissed off.

The girls held hands and shuddered as the hotel door was shut and locked behind them. They were in the dragon's den.

When they both padded into his office, they were forced to immediately put thier heads down under the heat of his glare.

He was standing now. White shirt, partly unbuttoned. Sleeves rolled up. Angry, flashing eyes.

"Ares." He began. The young woman snapped to attention beside her friend. "What have I fucking told you? Are you hard of hearing as well as mute? Puttana?! What part of stop causing scandal in my family didn't you understand the first time?"

 'Look I can explain-' She signed quickly.  Tino wouldn't have it. He cut her off.

"The only thing you can explain is why it is that the rest of my guards are under the impression that I'm a cornuto! (cuckold) Figlio di puttana!" (Son of a bitch!) He came at her now, closing the space between them at an alarming rate.

"So I'm going to ask you once. Nicely. Are you fucking my girlfriend?"

"Papi...Ares isn't-"

"Shut up, I'll get to you in a minute." Tino cut off Lalienna too. That meant he meant business. And he wasn't in the mood to fuck around or mince words.

'Boss... we're... just friends.' She punctuated that last word diligently. 'Really, there's nothing going on aside from what you already saw and what you already know.'

"Answer me, Ares. Are you having penetrative sex with Lalienna."

"Papi!"

"God help me bella, one more word from you and you're gonna be shitting teeth for a week, capisce?"

 Lalienna dropped her struggle. She wouldn't win this battle with him like this. She kinda wished she'd given him head this morning after all. It might have eased his nerves a bit.

'Look... Boss... It's just flirting, really. We kiss, cuddle, sleep together. Touch a little. I'm not jacking her with a dildo or anything, really.' Her hands stilled. She wanted to though. She really kinda wanted to. She took the slap to the face instead. And it hurt. Really hurt. Why did it hurt so much? Tears stung her eyes as she rubbed her cheek and glared at her employer. Her boss. Why did it feel like he was a pimp sometimes? He rounded on her girlfriend. Because yeah, Lalienna was her girlfriend.

 "Okay... you start talking now. No bullshit. You just watched me clear the dust off her face, don't think you won't get it either, amante, because you will. Talk."

 "Papi... we haven't gotten that far outta hand, honest."

"Do you want to?"

"Papi!!!" She whined, clearly straining and squeezing Ares' hand. In support, in apology.

"Answer me."

"No! Papi... nothing inside me. I promise." Ares tensed. That was a lie. She'd finger and tongue fucked Lali only the night before. She kept her face down. Used the excuse to rub at her smarting cheek. That was gonna bruise later for sure.

"You keep this up, Lalienna... you keep embarrassing me in front of my men.. word gets back to Rome, to Gianna about what you girls are doing... I'll excommunicate you both. Personally. Sable won't be able to stop me throwing you bitches face first into on-coming traffic. And pray, you're hit by something heavy. Because if you survive, I'll come after you. Feeling me?"

 "Si Papi. I get it. We're sorry. We'll behave. Honest."

 "And you?" He pushed at Ares' shoulder, roughly. Sending the girl off balance. "You're older than her. You should be her guide, her big sister. Not leading her down the path of depravity and ruin. It looks bad on me, it looks bad on you. It looks bad on the family. I've told you before. There are certain lines you don't cross. This is one of them, Ares. I mean it. Lalienna's not your toy. You don't use her. You protect her."

 'But you can use her, right?' Ares' eyes bored into him. Angry. Hurting. She snapped her hand away from Lali's grasp. Clearly not in the mood to be pushed around anymore.

"I'm not using her, Vanguard. I'm in love with her. There's a difference. Lalienna's my willing lover. We have an arrangement. An agreement. An understanding."

 'What you have, is slaves... that's all we've ever been to you. You snap your fingers, and we come running to wipe your ass because you're too scared of your big sister shutting your ass down. Well listen to me, faggot: I'm tired of you telling me what I can and can't do with my life. I'm tired of being told who I can and can't love just because you're afraid. I'm worth more than that! I'm not your slave.' She was crying now. The tears fell from her lashes and stung her eyes.

 "I never said you were, Ares. You're taking this too far. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm not trying to control your life, but I need you to understand we have rules in this world. Rules in the Camorra."

 'You just wanna be in bed with everyone and you're jealous and nasty when you don't get your fucking way.'

 "Ares... take the night off. Actually, take the rest of the week. You're not fit for duty like this. You need to come down. And if you don't. you need to go home. Not to your rooms upstairs. I mean back to Rome. With Gianna. Where she can control your raging emotions because clearly, I'm failing here."

 'You're a real cunt sometimes, you know that?'

"Ares! Papi, she's sorry, she didn't mean that. Really, you've scared her. She'll behave. We both will."

 "Get out of my sight. Both of you. I've had enough. Vai a fanculo." (Go fuck yourselves.)

 Humiliated, Ares grabbed Lali's hand and tugged the girl roughly out of the office. They ran together. Down the hall, through the living room, to the door where they paused and almost knocked Curtis over. They separated a moment and dashed past him, streaking down the hall and into the elevator before the doors shut. Ares had not once let go of her girlfriend's hand. And when the doors closed and the lift began its decent back to the pool room, she turned to Lalienna and kissed her again. Hard... on the mouth. Forcing her back against the elevator wall.

To mark her territory.

Even if it wasn't hers. It felt wrong. And so, so right... It felt good. She'd take a tongue lashing and beating for this girl any day of the week. It was worth it.

She understood why Tino wanted her as his lover. She was special. Her kind of special. And she didn't feel that way about just anyone.

But she'd be careful next time. They'd have to be more chaste. More private. More discreet. They had to avoid suspicion. They were going to get caught otherwise. And Ares really didn't want to live a life in Rome without Lali at her side.

She was her friend. Her new sister in arms. Her sometimes... lots of times...naughty lover.

IM CACKLING. @lalienna-dementriento I’m outing you on your thirst! 😂😂

THIS IS WHY MOM *santino* DOESNT FUCKING LOVE YOU.

“Don’t think I wouldn‘t dare...”

John Wick (2014)

” You have forgotten me, but I will never forget you.“

@rebekahs-art inspired me to do a thing and technically this is art??

What I heard on the radio....

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Fracture 1 ||  Fracture 2 ||   Fracture 3

@thejokers-thoughts​ @arthur-j-fleck​ @jokerous​ @daily-joker​

You and Me.

We're in this together now.

We will make it through somehow.

The cost of war

Prompt: “if you’re going to let me down, let me down gently.”

Requested: @laserglassspider

*rubs hands together maniacally,* fuck my sad mood. Time to turn this into something GREAT. Judeth...John....good luck....

As always, enjoy 💋

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After everything....

this is what takes the powerful couple down? The high table? No... John refused to allow this to happen. He had bled and cried and fought for this. For her. He would not relent now. No matter his hatred for the table. She was still Judeth Clayton. His Judeth Clayton.

The tower was quiet. She stood frozen in the throne room. So much had happened. Lalienna, years and years ago was tried and banished. Countless balls and parties were thrown in these hallowed rooms. And then finally, she had ended it. Ended Athena. Cut off the bastard queens head. Helen has quieted the Baba Yaga in this room. Judeth could still feel a presence of Helen. She needed her...she needed her angelic strength to endure the christening of her reign. She shuddered deeply at the thought. It was behind her...she had survived. And now...now she wondered if she wanted to. For John was angry with her. Well, not so much her, but the table. She was a part of the table now. And she had to play the part of the queen. She had to make decisions she didn’t want to. And John, her lover, her black angel, tried to see through it. He knew it was for an act. He knew her intentions were pure. But it still hurt. It stung deep, slashing him new each day. He laid beside her each night and held her. But she felt distant. She felt-she felt cold. The table was wearing her down. Hell, the table was wearing him down as well. His punishment had only begun when he was beaten that day during his trial. Now she was their dog. Their slave. He had to run and bow with each beckon and call. He had to obey, for he sold his soul for his life. Just to live the rest of his days...with her.

Judeth Clayton.

Now she was afraid. She felt she was losing him. She had nearly gone insane when Lalienna showed up. The jealousy she felt. Hers and Helen combined were eating her alive! She was so angry. She snapped. In her irrationality, she pulled a gun on her long lost daughter. John was her ‘husband’. Lali was her daughter.

Incest.

It wasn’t incest. But it was. To her, it was. She was ready to pull the trigger...she almost did. She would have if John hadn’t intervened.

Tears stung hotly against her cheeks. She was truly falling into a deep pit of psychosis. Helen had relented her hold on her, but she still held the guilt of all she had done. She couldn’t handle Helens love and devotion to John. Hell hath no fury of a jealous woman.... how could she compete? They had grew up together. They were each others first love. And then Helen was his latest. He loved her with the fire of a thousand suns. She felt shadowed by Helen. She was a goddess. How could Judeth stand by johns side and sleep in his bed when she was not Helen.

That night was only a brick to the tower of doubt. And now she stood in that crumbling tower, metaphorically and literally. She didn’t have to turn around to know who was walking into the room. His shoes sounding his forthcoming, her nerves lighting up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

“John...” a crack in her voice showed her emotion. She didn’t turn around to face him. He stood behind her then, feet apart. There was silence between them so thick you could cut it with a knife. She felt ready to collapse; and though she wished to embrace him, she kept her stance. Finally, she spoke.

“If you’re going to let me down...let me down gently...please” she whispered barely audible. Again there was silence. More tears fell silently. This was torture. Pure, awful torture.

“Judeth, look at me.” Not a command, a request. A sharp cry emptied from her throat as she heard his voice just as broken as hers. God, they were inevitable. They were doomed. But they were impossible to separate. They knew this. They couldn’t leave each other. No matter their insecurities and problems, they belonged together. They were in this...together. Two hearts becoming one.

She turned, swallowing her pride. What little pride she had left.

“I swear to you-“ she choked. “I swore to you all those nights ago that I was yours. Completely. I pledged myself. I made it clear that I want nothing of the high table. It is my duty, just as it is yours to serve them. Please, Jonathan. I can’t take this anymore. You’re killing me. I am yours. Completely. Wholly. You’re blood, Your ring in my veins. I am yours.” She gel to her knees, clutching her chest. Her heart- she was afraid it might literally break. She had never felt this way. Gregory, she did not love. That was not a marriage. That was a job. A punishment. Abuse. But John...she loved him. She wanted him so much it ached. “I swear to you...once more my love, that I have no intention, no want or need to rule. I would throw away this fucking crown if I could. I hate it. I despise it. I-I-“ She could no longer speak. She just heaved, almost vomiting. He was on his knees as well, pulling her into him. She shushed her gently, rocking her. This wasn’t the first time they held each other in this room. After Athena’s death. After Helen broke the Baba Yaga. They embraced. Now was no different. They both sat broken in each others touch, clutching to their lover for dear life. They feared each other. But they could not live without each other.

“I know. I know. Forgive me.” He mumbled in her hair, choking on his own tears.

They sat there. And they consoled each other with their words, touch, and kisses. They were broken lovers. But slowly, achingly slow, the shatters in their hearts began to mend. Almost reluctantly, the scar tissue began to cover the wounds of their hearts, healing. Together.

Together they fell. Together they would rise.

“When men’s minds have lost sight of true principles they are quick to take up false ones that thereafter obscure their vision.”

— Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy (via senecasredoubt)

"I think, if we work together we can make a great pair!" He exclaimed. Glitter in his eyes. That tension on the verge of breaking point so unique to his manipulative personality. And beneath that vaneer of false bravado and egomaniacal self superiority lay something deeper.

Insecurity.

His just shone that much brighter.

We should on January 5 tweet NBC and ask what would it take for them to restart Hannibal.

What an interesting idea! The program is an aesthetic work of art. Deeply psychological and yet ceaselessly beautiful. Unfortunately, if the studio decided to cancel further production after Season 3, it would have been for technical reasons. I'm certain the cast, crew and creative teams would highly appreciate the loving support they have received from their fan base. NBC is a large entity, I would likely recommend sending a letter to Mr. Bryan Fuller himself.

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