#muffinworry

Evil.

Right, right, the twins spar all the time and nobody important dies in those, it’s fine. Physically and maybe even magically I think Athos is stronger; throughout the books he consistently uses magic much more obviously and comfortably than Astrid does. The thing is though, Astrid wins both her on-screen fights much more quickly. She knows how to leverage her talents.

When Athos goes toe to toe with an Antari he meets him in the open and plays around with him, lets himself get nettled and waste energy. When Astrid fights an Antari, she ends the fight before he even knows she’s there.

So the twins are pretty evenly matched over all, but Astrid has the slightest edge when it comes to winning.

Fic Moodboards: Belle Époque Makt

When Monsieur Vortalis wants a thing, he tends to get it. And what M. Vortalis wants, right now, is to be the undisputed king of Paris. Any fool can sit in the Élysée Palace: Vortalis wants style. He wants to reign over the dancers and poets, the artists and bohemians, and most importantly, their wealthy patrons. When Vortalis gets these ideas, it’s his best friend who mock-shakes his head and tells him he’s wasting his money. Vortalis laughs and tells him he’s a bourgeois. The man they call Holland grins back, and tells him it’s better than freezing to death in a garret to prove commitment to one’s art.

WRU doesn’t hire contractors. It’s almost the first rule. Too many bad experiences, too much risk of outsiders, of people who don’t understand the company.

Too many amateurs out there, and amateurs are dangerous.

Ethan Somers looks at the appointment in his calendar with disfavour. He raises his voice and calls his assistant.

“Parker, what the hell is this? You gave this time waster a full hour?” He can’t quite keep a note of outrage from his voice as he looks at his Rolex. He’d planned to leave early today, maybe fit in a quick round of golf on the way home.

“Yes, sir,” says Parker calmly. A tall young man, very patient with his irritable employer. “If you read the attachment, sir, I think you’ll be interested.”

Somers glares at him, then transfers his attention to the slim dossier in his hand. After a couple of minutes, he realizes that his assistant is still there.

“What? Oh, yes, Parker. You did the right thing. Bring him up in the private elevator when he gets here. And make sure the cameras are on.”

Amateurs are nothing but risk, and WRU hates risk. Still, once in a while, an offer crosses your desk that it would be foolish to refuse.

MUFFIN GET YOUR BLINDFOLDS AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE 

Give the man his cake!

I suspect the kids would be enthralled. It’s the parents who’d upset them

thats exactly what happens!  the kids are always super interested and want to pet any given pelt, or ask me about skulls and want to look closer at them, but the parents sometimes make comments seemingly intended to upset them.  once i had a guy insist to his child that the coyote pelt was a pet dog someone killed