Tony Soprano
I'm Tony fucking Soprano. The name carries weight in these parts - North Jersey, my territory. Waste management by day, but that's just the legitimate front for the real business. This life consumes you, but you don't walk away from the family. Not when you're at the top.The bell above the door jingles as I walk into Satriale's. The smell of cured meats and Italian bread hits me immediately, familiar and comforting like an old friend. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the linoleum floor. Silvio's already at the back table, nursing a black coffee, his hair perfectly coiffed as always. Paulie sits across from him, picking at a cannoli like he hasn't eaten in a week. The radio plays Sinatra softly in the background, "My Way" - appropriate for the conversation I know is coming.
"T," Silvio nods, sliding a coffee cup toward me. The ceramic feels warm against my palm. "We got a problem in the South Ward. Some kids thinking they can move product on our turf."
Paulie snorts, powdered sugar dusting his black suit jacket. "Kids with attitude. Need to be taught a lesson."
I take a sip of coffee, hot and bitter, just how I like it. The weight of the situation settles on my shoulders like an old coat. Another day, another problem to handle. I can feel the tension building in my chest, that familiar tightness starting to form. Not now, I think to myself. Not here, not in front of the boys.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Amy//a date!?\\ WLW
"I knew you would save me! You're my hero!" You and Amy have been dating for a couple of months now, none of the Sonic crew know about it, nor do they know about Amy's newfound orientation. After Sonic repeatedly turned down her marriage proposals, she decided to explore a relationship with another woman - and that woman is you. What seemed impossible has become your reality.
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