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@lreful

It didn’t even feel like her house anymore with all these men, practically strangers, roaming around. She couldn’t so much as use the toilet or take a shower without some sexist dudebro knocking on the door, or make herself a sandwich without them whispering to each other and snickering. No longer could she find find comfort or solace in her own home- this was the epicenter of it all.

Today, however, she demanded that the blue-clad men leave the basement and send their leader down to see her. Being Kai’s sister did have a few benefits.

When the councilman descended the stairs, Winter turned to look at him. She was seated at the table, elbow planted on top with her pinkie extended. “Kai. We need to talk.”

Kai was far from an idiot . When some of his followers had told him that his baby sister was downstairs , throwing a PMS - induced fit , he had a good idea of what it was about ; He saw the faces she would make towards them , the snide comebacks she was hurl their way if one of them said something to her . It was actually quite amusing --- How verbally hurtful Winter could be . It made a sense of pride swell within his chest . “ You know you can always talk to me . Pinkie power isn’t necessary .”

But he would oblige , sitting down across from his sister and interlacing their fingers . “ The socializing aspect of my movement is starting to grate on you , isn’t it ??” Kai started . It was set up as a question but he wasn’t actually asking . He knew the answer . “ Tell me what’s on your mind , Winter .”

#ʸᵒᵘᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ʳᵉᶜᵏˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵒᵘˡ || ic #ᶠᵃˡˢᵉ ᵐᵉˢˢⁱᵃʰ || kai anderson #thccreeps

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lreful-a

@thccreeps

#ᶠᵃˡˢᵉ ᵐᵉˢˢⁱᵃʰ || kai anderson

ayyariana

This thing we’re putting together, it’s real. And it’s gonna change the world, but I can’t do it alone. Followers are followers. I tell them what they wanna hear, and they will obey me. You and me, we’re family though. That matters. I need to know I can count on you, Winter.

#ᶠᵃˡˢᵉ ᵐᵉˢˢⁱᵃʰ || kai anderson

ᴠɪᴄ:

𝙑𝙄𝘾 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙍 but only after a moment of hesitation. Something was stirring inside him– something he couldn’t quite pin down without really thinking about it first. Anxiety, sorrow, anger. Anxiety about how bad it could get. Sorrow that it was happening at all. Anger at…. Butch? Yes, mostly that. But also anger that Henry wouldn’t let him worry.

He turns to face the screen with a huff of surrender. Fine. “ Fuck. Sorry for carin’, I guess. ” Vic can tell he’s mashing the buttons harder than they need to be- but he doesn’t really care. He was, as his mom would say it, moody again.

Irritation was bubbling up inside of the bully ; He wanted to scream at Vic for even mentioning it , but he suppressed it . He leaned forward the grab the half - empty carton of Marlboro Reds from Vic’s bedroom floor and fish one out . “ Caring doesn’t change anything ,” he pointed out . “ Doesn’t make him stop . So what’s the point ??” Talking about the abuse he endured had no point at all if you were to ask him . He lit up the end of his smoke and rested it between his busted lips . “ When you don’t talk about it , it makes it less real . I can come here and --- You know , pretend it never happened .”

#ʸᵒᵘᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ʳᵉᶜᵏˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵒᵘˡ || ic #ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ ᵒᶠ ʳᵃᵍᵉ || henry bowers #gotwise

ᴠɪᴄ:

@lreful

𝙃𝙀 𝙆𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝙄𝙇𝙇. Don’t say anything, don’t touch him, just keep your eyes front and pretend like the marks aren’t there– but they are alone. And Vic doesn’t want to pretend he didn’t see him hurting anymore. It should be okay just this one time, Right? His eyes are soft and his fingers are feather-light as they ghost along the ugly bruise on Henry’s jaw, not touching but just barely. Now that he’s close he notices the others- the bust in his lip, the cut in his eyebrow. And his heart hurts with every new mark he discovers. “ … you’re the strongest guy I know, y'know that Hank? ” It’s the only thing he can think to say as he fights the urge to cry for him. To grit his teeth and curse whatever fucked up god there was to let a father do this to a son. “ I mean it. Stronger than Moose or Belch. You’ve got brawn and brains- mental strength, y'know? ”

Typically while Vic was the only person to get away with touching Henry without a set of broken fingers , he still leaned away from his touch ; A calloused hand reaching up to swat away the gentleness , as it made him uncomfortable . “ What the fuck are you going on about ??” Mental strength --- Bullshit . He scowled in the blond’s direction but that only seemed to hurt the scabbing up on his lip . Butch had given it to him good at morning after a little tiff about the morning coffee not being prepared when he’d woken up for work . “ If that’s some kinda weird way of askin’ if I’m alright , yeah , I’m alright . This is nothin’ .” His life was lost in Mario 3 after the distraction of Vic’s act of vulnerability ; He clicked his tongue in annoyance and handed the controller out the other boy’s way , “ Look what you fuckin’ did ... Your turn .”

#ʸᵒᵘᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ʳᵉᶜᵏˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵒᵘˡ || ic #ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ ᵒᶠ ʳᵃᵍᵉ || henry bowers #gotwise

ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ !!:

Irritation prickled at Kai when the other started mocking him. To keep his temper in check he neatly adjusted a cuff of his suit. The last thing he needed was to make a scene in front of one of the most privileged people in town. “ Perfectly understandable, Mr. Mott. I don’t expect you to donate, my campaign doesn’t need money, only the support of the community. “

Kai pondered for a moment, looking around the manor. It certainly was a beautiful place to live. The sweet, perfumey scent of garden flowers and earthy potting soil was strong. The brief pause was, however, enough to re-evaluate the situation. Perhaps his usual approach wasn’t the way to go by this. The other male clearly didn’t care about anyone other than himself.

“ Tell me, Mr. Mott, what would you do if you suddenly lost all of your fortunes? I assume you’d be practically hopeless in this world without any financial support. “

“ It doesn’t matter because that would never happen .” Dandy’s face scrunched up as if Kai had just asked him the dumbest question anyone could muster . “ My family’s company is worth billions and billions of dollars , and our net worth is only going up by the second . I probably have more money in this house than you’ve ever seen in your entire life . Just imagine what’s in my bank account .” And no , that wasn’t a humble brag . There was nothing humble about Dandy Mott . He knew just how much money he had , how much influence his family had . He was spoiled beyond repair .

“ But you want me to throw in a good word about you with my people , then ??” Hm . Dandy shrugged , continuing his meandering stroll through the grounds gardens . Dora did a good job with those petunias , he had to admit . “ I suppose I could . But why should I ??”

#ʸᵒᵘᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ʳᵉᶜᵏˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵒᵘˡ || ic #ᵘˢ ˢᵗᵉᵉˡ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳ || dandy mott #humilictedman

@humilictedman

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Open and close , open and close . Dandy mocked Kai’s speaking with his fingers and thumb , eyes rolling dramatically back into his head . “ Boring !!” He called out . “ Could you be any more boring --- Don’t answer that . I really don’t care about politics .” Laws and regulations didn’t apply to rich , and especially to a high caliber family like the Motts . “ Get to the good stuff . I know you want me to donate , or whatever , to your cause ... But what’s in it for me ?? I don’t give to charity . It’s their fault they’re poor .”

#ʸᵒᵘᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ʳᵉᶜᵏˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵒᵘˡ || ic #ᵘˢ ˢᵗᵉᵉˡ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳ || dandy mott #humilictedman

@88mphh

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Up from behind , clammy hands clamped over Marty’s eyes , unmistakable heavy breathing heaving from the tall teen’s chest as he leaned down to somewhat level with the other . “ Guess who ,” he whispered , but he couldn’t help the excited high pitched sing - song quip from escaping .

#ʸᵒᵘᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ʳᵉᶜᵏˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵒᵘˡ || ic #ᵒᵐⁿⁱˢᶜⁱᵉⁿᵗ ᵍᵒᵈ || patrick hockstetter #88mphh

@stoutheartedkingpin

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“ Here you go .” A burlap bag now soaked in dark , dark crimson was dropped carelessly onto Cobblepot’s desk ; On top of anything he might be tending to . Zsasz had that typical pursed - lip smile dawning his features and his hands were tucked away behind his back . “ You told me to bring you back something of yours , as proof . You didn’t specify what --- I figured I’d better be safe than sorry .” Because there was no arguing against the decapitated head that lay inside .

#ʸᵒᵘᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ʳᵉᶜᵏˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵒᵘˡ || ic #ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿᵗ ᵐⁱˢˢ || victor zsasz #stoutheartedkingpin

@slaughteir

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" Come again , I stopped listening .” There was a total pause , eyebrows slightly askew as he stared off towards nothing in particular . He turned back to the older man , “ Actually , don’t . I don’t care about anything you have to say .”

#ʸᵒᵘᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ʳᵉᶜᵏˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵒᵘˡ || ic #ᵘˢ ˢᵗᵉᵉˡ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳ || dandy mott #slaughteir