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thecitythatdoesntsleep · 3 years

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[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 15] [Chapter 16] [Story Masterlist]

(Tags/TCW: threatening, violence, torture, force-feeding, tube feeding, blood, breaking/broken bones, moderate gore, dental/tooth extraction, implied scalping, stabb!ng/impal!ng, painting with blood, gore/blood art, story building, plot-driven, femalevampire!caretaker, malehuman!whumpee, malevampire!whumper, romantic elements)

"I'm sure you already know, your princess in shining armor paid me a visit." Sang seethed in a venomous tone, forcing Lukas' hands through a double knot and cinching it to the legs of the chair he was tied to.

"Oh, she was really mad but I've gotta say, Lulu, when you pick'em, you pick'em right." The vampire continued to speak to himself, his captive being given no choice but to listen with a thick ball-gag between his lips and a sock behind it.

"You were fun but Mina? Mina will be an absolute riot to break down."

As soon as Lukas was successfully tied, each limb to each leg of the chair, Sang stepped back on his heel to admire him. His skin was already flushing from the tension of the ropes around him and his stomach clenched against the digging rope that held him down.

Even when he struggled, he didn't get far and the chair was too sturdy for him to rock out of balance.

"I'm actually sad the jig is up so soon, I was hoping to really, really befriend her but you've got a problem running your mouth." The vampire gave a huff of disgust and reached for his duffle bag, pulling out a few wooden framed canvases and a small easel.

Lukas watched as the man littered his re-arranged coffee table with paintbrushes and pallets, eyes widening as the contents grew in severity. An exact-o knife was taken out, a scalpel, and a small, cheap-looking serrated blade.

"So you and I, are going to make her a surprise for the auction. One that'll be a real tearjerker."

Before Lukas had time to react, a blade was stabbed deeply into his thigh and twisted in such a way it made him writhe. He left pain against the gag in his mouth and his eyes rolled from the overwhelming sensation that threatened to take his breath away.

The instrument was removed and Sang picked up a paintbrush instead, lining it up with the wound he'd left behind on the male's restrained leg.

"Don't move or I'll have to make it bigger," He warned in a deepened tone as he pressed the brush carefully into the carved-out hole he'd created; soaking the bristles in a rich red.

"She's weak, Mina, I mean." Sang started, pulling the brush out of his body to start to gently work it against a canvas in his hand, as soon as he was seated beside the panting human.

"I don't know what she see's in you unless she's looking in a mirror when she looks at your pathetic, cheeky little face. I bet that's it," The vampire lamented, running dry on the quickly darkening 'paint' and giving a sharp jab into the wound he'd made on Lukas' thigh.

Lukas whined against the gag, body tensing and another push of perfect crimson readying Sang's painting tool once more. His skin dripped with trails and a small puddle had formed where the droplets collected. It hadn't been an artery, thankfully, the man was careful and only scraped up tissue and cells.

"I wish you could see it for yourself, just what I'm going to make her do Lukas." Even in his slew of a one-sided conversation, he was making skilled strokes against the canvas and dipping for more paint at his leisure; back into the wound, he'd made in the first place. "But I'm hoping she'll fight, so I can actually enjoy breaking her down."

Even as tears collected in his eyes and his leg twitched as he rooted the brush around inside it; what ate at him more was the idea that she could face the same treatment.

He deserved this.

She didn't.

Lukas sat still bound to the chair, hours later and his head dipped lower and lower as he went in and out of consciousness. The floor was stained around him with blood and it had long dried down his body in patchy ribbons.

"Hey," A rough smack to his cheek and he barely crested view towards Sang as the vampire grabbed up his head and paid no mind to the wounds he'd left on his skull. Even as the human cried out in such a broken, strained whimper; nothing akin to compassion could be found on the man.

There was a scrunch on his face, brows pinched like there was a vice between them; his breath was shallow on his lips and panting to catch up.

"You're not getting out of it that easy, Lulu." The vampire grabbed his fractured jaw and intentionally crushed it to wake the male with agonizing pain instead. "Open your mouth."

Lukas refused, sealing his lips closed and gritting his teeth to the best of what his damaged skull would allow. It wasn't much, the vampire pried his lips open and tried separating his teeth.

"Oh if you think I'm not prepared, you're sorely mistaken," Sang seethed in irritation, reaching into his nearby bag to reef out two items that shot terror through the human in his grasp. He could already smell it radiating off his skin, how fearful he was.

"You're going to drink enough blood that I can finish my deadline," The vampire took a slender tube from within his belongings and gritted his teeth in annoyance when the human clamped down on the fingers in his mouth.

Lukas writhed as far as he could, flattened, fought what little the man had allowed him as the tube was scraped on his gums. He lost power too quickly, he couldn't hold on as Sang manipulated the bones in his jaw and his pain was cut off with the item in hand. The tube scraped down his throat with a brutal slice and as soon as it was lodged; his head was turned so the rushing acid would meet the floor instead.

Sang had been prepared, allowing the male to vomit until his stomach was emptied and once the tube was cleared; the second item was fixed onto the end. A funnel.

The vampires slit his palm as deep as it would go and squeezed the wound into the basin of the funnel; a hand meeting Lukas' throat to steady him while he gasped and gagged. The plan worked, much to the human's dismay and fresh blood was siphoned into his stomach to be absorbed on contact.

As soon as it was warm and deep in his stomach; Lukas stopped fighting. And Sang was left to witness something that had drawn him to the human in the first place.

The subtle changes took over his body like a wave and left the vampire with a landscape of inspiration as each nuance hit.

Green eyes were consumed with black, skin transformed back to its normal ashen pallidity. It was euphoric to feel the bones set under his fingers, feel such strong resistance around the tube as he pulled it out. He watched Lukas fight to correct himself, how much he naturally wanted to slump within a few lingering moments.

The heat was next, the black-haired man's skin starting to flush and shift under the tack of crusting blood. Sang watched wounds close where he'd left them, the scalp he'd taken off of him re-surface and tuft with hair already. He saw the fall in posture, how his lips slowly parted as seconds grew and drool met his corners.

"You want more now?" Sang purred, fingers carding through his matting strands; gripping for a moment to tilt his head back.

Lukas looked angry still, under the softened lines of his face. Despite how wide his pupils were, how fast his heart rushed against his ribs, he wasn't happy about this dose.

A tongue swiped over his lips to moisten them and hunter-green eyes stared up at the man that had helped ruin his life. The vampire was observing him so intensely, eyes deep and piercing with an electric blue. The corners of his lips curled back and it made him feel like Alice, locking eyes with the Cheshire cat.

"I'll give you more, Lukas if you'll suck up the pieces of your pride and beg me for it. How you used to." Sang informed, watching more defiance spark in the male, now that he'd come back to physical perfection within a few minutes.

"Fuck you," Lukas seethed as the vampire snatched up his chin and promptly halted the healing of his shattered jaw with another grind.

"All you have to do is fucking beg, slut," Sang's voice dropped to a dangerous pitch and he held onto the bones that were rearranging under his fingers. He was enjoying it too much, the look on his face said so the longer he stared his obsession down. "I need to see you lose it, one more time if I'm going to finish these tonight."

Lukas gave a huff through his nose and a roll of his eyes, tears surfacing down his corners from the stings of pain through his face. He couldn't look at him anymore but Sang wasn't satisfied with that, he knew the moment he looked away, what he'd earn.

A fist met the healing fractures and reversed every stitch Sang's blood had tried to reverse. Another and another, all from opposite sides of the last. When the vampire stopped, Lukas' face was unhinged and the lower half rested close to his neck. There were finally new shrieks of pain and terror, as he'd minced the bones finely enough to misalign teeth and leave them stringing on gums.

"Ooof- maybe too hard... You're not very pretty anymore," The vampire laughed, fingers reaching into the mess and pulling a molar from the very back of his mouth. "I might use this too, or I might leave it for Mina as a gift. Give her a little teaser for the real event."

Lukas was trembling now, shaking in the overwhelming shock of pain and the fear of just how far Sang would go this time. He'd been creative, brutal in the past but tonight's example of both was putting dread in the mix of his gut.

All he was left to do was watch as the vampire returned to his canvas and had started with a new one. He reached out with a pallet to catch a string of bloody drool and shoved another brush into the socket he'd left behind on his gumline. A deep twist and Lukas was howling again; blood vomiting over his hand from the human's nausea hitting its peak.

"Ah, you sick little shit you're wasting it," Sang chastised, tending to the thinned material with a spread of red and deeper crimson. "But I brought the funnel for a reason."

Lukas cried out in broken terror now, the radiating sting overwhelming him every time Sang engaged with his distorted mouth. He gagged and sputtered, pulled against his bindings, and sobbed in a gasping breath. It was substantially harder to keep calm and regulate his breathing, even more so when the brush dug into his strained gums.

"Don't worry Lulu, I've only got three more pieces to go. You'll be fine."

"Excuse me," Val announced, flagging down the attention of a passing brunette with a badge. They could only assume she worked there.

"Yes? Can I help you with something?" Andreia questioned, stopping when the tall vampire tracked her down mid-sprint across the gallery.

"I'm looking for Mina, is she around?" They asked, watching the human give a squint to her eyes. It was minimal, but they noticed it. She definitely knew of the name.

"She's not here right now but I'm of the same title so perhaps I could be of some use?" Andreia watched the vampire take a manilla envelope from under their arm and extend it to her, Mina's name written across the front.

"Could you give this to her? Just tell her it's from a friend, she won't know me by name." They offered and kept it extended until cautious hands took it from them. They looked at the woman when she met eyes with them and offered the smallest edge of a smile.

The next words from the vampire, left Andreia speechless, even as they turned away and walked through the front doors. Her mother tongue met her ears and the accent was so refined, there was no way it wasn't native. The sound left a chill down her spine and she was clutching the documents to her chest without realizing her stance.

'Regina are nevoie de ajutorul nostru dacă vrea să omoare dragonul.'

"What could that possibly mean?" Andreia asked, having recapped the event to Mina as soon as she'd made it into the break room.

"Who was this again?" The vampiress questioned and the human slid the package closer to her.

"They said you wouldn't know them by name but they were tall, brown hair, brown eyes. Extremely long hair, couldn't tell what gender they were." She watched the woman pull open the unsealed flap and peek into the contents, brows pinching as she slid them out.

Andreia circled her, looking over her shoulder as she pulled out the papers but she flipped them when she got close. "Ugh Mina, I want to know too, this is too mysterious."

"I don't know what it might be so please, allow me to look over it first by myself and I promise I'll tell you okay? Could you go buy me some time with Blaire?" Mina asked, watching the woman's face fall and shoulders slump in defeat. She pouted even and Mina mimed the expression.

"I can buy you ten minutes, maybe fifteen if I bullshit hard enough," Andi replied and Mina gave her a sweet smile.

"I promise, I'll fill you in."

As soon as Andreia was gone from the break room, she gave a small peek over her shoulder and towards another colleague with their back turned. At last, she flipped the documents back over and started to card her fingers through them as she stared at the first page.

It was an article that had been printed from a web page but the contents started to force tension into her lips and jaw as she read further down.

'The vampire in question was taken to trial on the 31st and faced a live jury of kindred while he gave his testament. The defense held solid grounds and evidence through the trial and after only two hours of discussion, all parties regrouped to find Sayong not guilty of his crimes.'

'This case will go down in history, as the biggest failure of the vampiric counsel. Letting a monster free, into the public will go to prove their leniency isn't suitable in all cases. Immortal or otherwise.'

'At the loss of 13 human lives, 13 families affected and 13 empty caskets; the public is appalled at what has come of this case of public manslaughter.'

Mina's sight was all but there when she peeled back more pages; found more clippings, more news articles. Each seemed older than the last and by the time she was down to parchment paper, she was squinting to read ink that had smudged and faded.

'This beast is different, far different from the ones we've encountered. It moves through the shadows, it can transform into many faces. It hides and it hides well. No one knows its true form but there is hearsay about it being ten thousand years old.'

'Be warned any that encounter it, it is not like a common leech, it can form teeth and claws, it projects the resemblance of kin and enemy. It has tricked many of us into our demise and I fear none of us will make it, but if this letter is found; do not follow the blue-eyed monster. If it has seen you, it may already be too late.'

As she scanned the final page, Mina reached for the envelope and found a bit of weight left in the corner. The papers were dismissed and she poured the contents into her hand; a smooth, shiny coin meeting her palm. In an instant, her lids fluttered and visions painted before her eyes; this time, of a familiar scene.

Neon blurs hazed her sight and she saw Grim’s, the dented back door, and the blurry face of an attendant. Further, a door that had scribbled writing on it was indecipherable because the message wasn’t important. She knew where she was, where this person had been who owned the coin prior.

She saw Lukas and he looked at her, them, so fondly. He crawled with open arms, another scene and he laid against their chest and cried. A hand soothed his head, pet through messy hair, and tamed it backward. Whoever looked at him; did so with love in every movement. They pulled his head up, kissed him; in another flashing instant he was under them, panting in ecstasy. Clinging, wanton, she felt like she should have looked away.

The bleary vision of a gravestone cracked the vision of Lukas’ pleasure, this time the name was visible. Valen Zugravescu. She read it as if she were looking at it head-on. The vision morphed a final time and she watched as someone snipped flowers into a sink, padded across another room and they looked at the coin currently in her hand. As they picked it up, stroked a thumb over it, they looked into the hallway mirror and she saw their reflection.

Brown hair, down to their waist, and dark eyes that looked sullen at their own image. They spoke something and it was distorted but she just barely made it out.

“Save him, before we both lose him.”

When Mina gained control of herself again, she had to quickly upright to keep from face-planting into the table in front of her. Tears pushed through her eyes, blood dripped from her nose and her lids fluttered to gain relief from such a long glimpse into the past. There was no doubt in her mind it was intentional; planted there by this vampire for her to see.

The spasm in her chest was painful and she quickly plucked a napkin from the condiment caddy to hold it up to her nose. Another to wipe the table off in hasty covering and she smeared it off her lips and chin. Hunger panged in her throat and she swallowed a short trail of her own plasma when she tilted her head back a bit.

“Mina, are you alright?”

Before she could orient herself, the break-room door creaked open and both Blaire and Andreia ushered in to originally gain her attention back to work.

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine, I’m fine, I just- I think it’s something seasonal. I’ve been letting myself get too cold lately, I don’t feel it like you guys do..” She reasoned, far too abruptly to be normal and Blaire had already approached her to rest a gentle hand to her forehead.

“You feel a little hot to me, actually, you might have a fever, Mina. Are you alright? Have you been resting?” Blaire questioned, brows pinched in concern. She’d been asking a lot of her lately, there was a bit of guilt in her eyes already.

“Yeah you don’t look too good Mina, are you sure you’re okay?” Even Andreia sounded concerned now and the vampiress was squirmy under such intense attention.

“I’m alright, I just haven’t been sleeping the best. I think I’m just worried about the big day and stressing over tiny details. I promise though, I’m fine.” Mina assured, this time putting more effort into doing it with more sincerity.

“Andreia, would you be alright staying two extra hours tonight? I’d like to send Mina home and let her rest.” Blaire questioned and before the vampiress could dispute; Andreia of course jumped to agree.

“Of course, consider it done, Des will be on lunch soon if you want me to call him to come to get you, Mina.” The brunette offered and Mina held her hands up with a shake.

“No no,” She waved, “I’m telling you both I’m alright, I can at least get home on my own.” Mina tried and Blaire looked at her with a furrow on her brows.

“I’ll take you home, Mina, I’m about to take lunch anyways so let me brief Andreia on the project and we’ll go, alright?” The woman insisted and both left the room as quickly as they’d come in.

It seemed like a blur, how quickly Blaire had come back and they’d both gotten into her car. Mina was thinking too much now and the longer they sat in silence, the heavier it wore on her face. A thousand different things ran through her head and it all drew back to what she’d seen through someone else’s eyes.

“You know you can talk to me, Mina. I may be your boss and just some old human, but I have listening ears, especially for you.” The woman spoke gently into the foggy air as Mina had clouded it with how much her mind was swirling, twisting around.

“I don’t think this is the kind of conversation we can have, Blaire. I appreciate the kindness, I do and I wish I knew enough to even be able to tell you. But I don’t.” Mina turned to look at her and she picked up her occasional glance as she continued down the road and deeper into town.

“Sometimes we don’t need answers, we just need to say it out loud.” She encouraged still, easing into a turn that took them closer to Mina’s street but cut the main traffic.

“I’m falling in love with someone I shouldn’t,” Mina breathed in a small, closeted honesty. “And the odds are very very stacked against us, from all sides. It shouldn’t even be happening.”

“But it’s love, right? So it should be happening but it shouldn’t, in the theory of a perfect world, be hard. You’re right but this is life and I’m sure you’ve lived enough of them to know that better than any of us.” Blaire offered a warm smile and glanced over towards the woman who had shrunk in her place; wore defeat like a newly tailored dress.

“I don’t know the situation Mina but I know if you find someone you love, the fight is worth it. I know that much.”

“That’s the thing… I’ve lived too long to be so haphazardly self-destructive. But it’s so intense, it’s like an overwhelming urge that makes me go ‘I have to do this’ ‘This person right here, will be all I’m going to think about.’ and it’s driving me insane.” Mina lamented, adjusting in her seat as the car pulled into her driveway and was changed into parking gear.

“It sounds normal to me if you’ve never been in real love before. Maybe this person is just your match, your soul mate and you just get to know about it.” Blaire had a sparkle in her eyes as if she were encouraging a young lady to agree to a suitor. Instead of making romanticized comments about the fact she was falling in love with what society called a blood-whore.

“Thank you, Blaire. I think I needed to hear that,” Mina lied, giving a small smile and looking at her for a prolonged moment. “Don’t let me keep you from your lunch and I promise, I’ll be there tomorrow.”

“I need you for the event but I’d rather you rest and I get to keep you for the rest of the year, too. Please don’t push yourself Mina and whatever this is, if it’s meant to be, it will work out.”

The two parted ways and Mina gave a wave over her shoulder as she entered her house; immediately slumping in the doorway to hold herself. She peered over her arms at the bundle of documents she’d shoved into her purse and the buzzing of her phone, told her Andreia wanted to know what all of that had been about.

She owed her that much, she thought. Now that she’d be home late and it was all because of some stranger.

Why had they given her all that? Let her see all of that? See Lukas, see them, it made no sense. She tasted it still, the lingering bitterness of blood and the scent of sex that had permeated the room when she’d been in her vision. Someone other than her loved Lukas but for whatever reason, they wanted her to save him.

And then there was evidence, file upon file, of someone who had committed carnage more times than she could count. Each file was more horrendous than the last, a dozen different names but the first three had been the same. It was an overwhelming amount of information to take in, especially all at once, and for such a majority to be so vivid and first handed.

'I'm trying, I'm trying to save him, I'll do whatever it takes.'

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praphit · 3 years

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Shang-Chi! and the Rings of Daddy Murder Death!

When the trailer for this movie first came out, I was hyped! From the cast, to the bad ass bus scene, to Wong vs The Abomination,

I was sold!

Of course you had the people who came out saying "This is Marvel trying to be woke again. Hate crimes against Asian people on the rise, and here comes Marvel with Shang-Chi" We know this to be crazy, because Marvel already had this in the works, but certain people still reacted that way. But, even if that notion were true, would that be so bad?

It wouldn't absolve the ignorance, hatred, violence, and toxicity. But, if someone in Hollywood said "We've screwed over Asian people in films for like... ever. What if this time we choose a popular Asian character to base a movie on, and we DON'T do that?"

Now, (being that this movie supposedly leans on Chinese culture, with Shang-Chi being Chinese) China might argue that they still did them wrong (valid racist historical ptsd, cultural splicing, the whole martial arts thing, plus the main character is actually Canadian). It's not my place to weigh-in. But, I will say that making Shang-Chi Canadian, NOT a martial artist, but instead a hockey player, who loves Drake, and co-starring another Canadian, like Micheal Cera or someone

probably wouldn't have worked as well for the MCU. Then, maybe Canada would have a problem with Marvel. I don’t envy movie-makers in this context.

When I was a kid I was big into Black Belt Theater, Bruce Lee movies,

Bruce Leroy,

and within my love for martial arts and fighting entertainment was

Shang-Frickin-Chi.

I liked it, though I remember it being a lil racist. It's weird going back in time to see your fav childhood shows and books that wouldn't fly today:

I mean we've certainly been a lot more sensitive these days:

Regardless, Shang-Chi is here! (played by Canada's main man Simu Liu) He goes by the name of Shaun!

Don't let that name fool you. Shaun will whup that ass! He says "Bleep all those super powers, and serums, a suits, and magic, and the rubber bones of Widow! That's some ol bullshit! All I need is my Wu-Tang style!" A style fueled by his daddy issues. And he's got some serious daddy issues. To be fair, his dad is the villain of the story. If your father was the active villain of your story, you'd also have issues.

Awkwafina is his sidekick

(much better than Michael Cera would be), she plays as Katy. That's fun. Every Katy I've ever known has been fun... and a heavy drinker:) This Katy is here to drive fast and crack jokes.

Ladies and Gentlemen, your new Marvel duo!

It's not just daddy issues for Shang-Chi, but mommy issues (she dead), avoidance issues, his sister kicks him in the balls. He didn't even seem shocked. I mean, his balls were shocked, for sure, but it seemed like she just did that all of the time. I'm imagining Christmas when they were kids. "Here's your gift, bro. KNEE TO THE NUTS Merry Christmas" What kind of relationship is that? And why?! - well, he did abandon her for like 10 years, but... you know, that's plenty of time for her to get over it, right?? So, we'll say sister issues, his daddy training him to be an assassin issues, and his friends have issues with him! - AND KATY! They don't respect Marvel's new duo. They think Shaun and Katy should be doing more with their lives.

They are both valets during the day, and at night they rock drunken karaoke. That seems like the perfect life to me.

But, Daddy and his power rings couldn't allow them to keep living the dream. I haven't mentioned the ten rings yet.

They give him super-duper-magical martial arts powers, and make him eternal. AND made him an asshole.

To be fair, he was probably already an asshole before the powers. He's been killing a lot of people. You figure he's been around for 1000+ years. His wife is dead, and he has no hobbies. It's not like he kills a few people and then goes home to read a book, or play video games, or make TikTok videos. It's sunrise to sunset killing all day, every day for generations. Then, he forms an evil terrorist group called "Ten Rings" to amplify his killing.

"Murder Death Rings" are what they should be called.

"Daddy Death Punchy Time"

""Dead Doomy Rangs of Killer Dad"

"The Legendary Killer Rings of Deadly Death Death Murder Pops"

"The... " sorry, I've been drankin a lil bit while I write... I lost my place.

I like "Daddy Death" Where was I?

Right! He can't have Shaun being happy! We've gotta get this plot going, so he sends the only white dude he can find in this movie to start some trouble for them. I guess, there might have been a couple of more white people in the film, but they all got the snot beat out of them in that bus scene. This white dude's name is "Razor Fist", yep... "Razor Fist!".

At least they didn't stick to the original design.

Ridiculous. How does he use the bathroom?

He's played by Florian Munteanu, who is a former heavy weight boxer. Yeah! Was also in "Creed" his nickname is "The Big Nasty". Isn't that a drink? A bartender once offered me to sample a drink called "The Big Nasty". I chose to go with a drink that doesn't have "nasty" in its title. ... I think he was offering me a drink.

???

"Daddy Murder Death" and "Sharp Fisty Man" spark this thang. And Shaun becomes Shang-Chi, beater of ass!

The visuals in this movie are the best Marvel has done to date. The action is so good. I just got finished raving about the action in "Black Widow"; this surpasses that. I dug the cast. I know some people don't like Awkwafina, but... get over it. She was great in this; everybody was!

I loved the soundtrack! I'm not normally the "I loved the soundtrack guy" , but it was perfect. It begs to be mentioned.

No issues with the story. And the emotions that they're stirring in you. Whew!

One moment I'm enjoying the beater of ass, then Katy is making me laugh, then the slew of issues got me in my feelings, then the visuals wow me, then more swelling issues, back to ass beating - all the way through.

And the ending! True, Marvel has a formula (and this sticks to it), but if it ain't broken, why bleep with it?? The ending was Game of Thrones-ish, but with light so a brotha can see, and all the colors of the rainbow - like a Skittles commercial with martial arts. Fun! - so not like GOT at all, I guess. The only fun they had was when there was torture or prostitution going on.

I don't have anything bad to say about the movie. They could have shaved 5-10 mins off, but I won't take off for that; there's just too much to love about this!

Grade: A+

Fun for the whole family! I can see the fam working through some issues after the watch.

Daughter: "You know, Dad. That asshole dad of Shang-Chi kinda reminds me of you."

Mom: "Daughter! You do NOT talk to your father that way!"

Daughter: “Just sayin...”

Dad: "That's interesting, cuz his ungrateful, bitch of a daughter reminds me of YOU!"

Mother and Daughter: *gasp

Son: *laughs

Dad: "All I want you to do is take your school work seriously and maybe date a guy who doesn't smell like weed!"

Daughter: "I'll have you know that's his natural smell! And maybe I'd focus more on school, if I didn't have to focus on YOU being such a BLEEPING ASSHOLE, DAD!"

See, that's healthy dialogue, right there. Maybe the family that watches this movie buys mommy a bunch of guns for protection, so she doesn't end up dead like the mommy in this movie. Like a ridiculous amount of guns!

And I could see brother and sister kicking each other in the crotch to resolve their differences. BUT, if they're close-by, fighting each other, then there's no time to abandon one another.

Marvel does it again!

Whichever of the Marvel films is your favorite, this one will probably be up there as well.

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intothewilde · 4 years

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⌠ ellie bamber, 20, cis female, she/her ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, GIORGIA WILDE! according to their records, they’re a FIRST year, specializing in UNDECIDED; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (first edition books, walking in the rain, candy-scented lip gloss, getting lost in a museum, millions of twinkling city lights). when it’s the (sagittarius)’s birthday on 12/13/1999, they always request their CHERRY PIE from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.

she can’t do shit with knives yet but it’s a great gif, don’t @ me) but DO like this if you want me to hit you up for plots

@gallagherintro

tw: implied neglect, brief mentions of mental illness and addiction

ok! so giorgia was born and raised in new york city. both of her parents came from extremely wealthy families. her mother was a french socialite and her father was the golden boy of a hearst-like (founders/owners of a distinguished publishing conglomerate) family from connecticut. some of his family members claimed to be descendants of one of oscar wilde’s cousins (a rumor that has yet to be confirmed) and he believed he had it in him to become a literary great himself. he seemingly succeeded, having published multiple best sellers popular with young pseudo-intellectuals.

giorgia was never sure if her mother had wanted a daughter or a life-size doll. from a very young age she was primed to fit into high society and paraded around her parent’s lavish parties. most of her time was spent with nannies and violin tutors, studying her father’s poetic heroes, and dancing ballet. she was taught how to socialize with society’s elite, but she never felt comfortable doing so. she felt safer hiding behind her mother or sitting beneath the stairs with her nose in a book.

while her mother wanted her child to be pretty and proper, her father wanted someone to continue his family’s legacy. she learned to read when she was four, and by the time she was five, gio was forced to write in a diary every. single. day. (over the last fifteen years she’s filled up dozens of notebooks that live on a bookshelf in her childhood bedroom). she didn’t particularly like her father and she didn’t want to want what he wanted for her. (did that sentence make sense? i hope so). but she did like to write and she was damn good at it. her poetry was published in online journals and lit mags, her short stories won young artist awards. on the outside, she was everything her parents wanted.

but like i said before, gio struggled with the social part or being a socialite, and the life of an heiress was never something she wanted. she didn’t seem to have the right attitude - she was demure and diffident, a textbook wallflower. she was never happier than when she was reading a book or roaming a museum, always curious about the world around her. she never misbehaved or did anything wrong, but her parents wanted her to behave differently.

their tribeca penthouse always had a certain cold air to it and the high ceilings only seemed to add to the lonely feeling that gio couldn’t escape. her relationship with her parents seemed to become more strained with each passing day. the more she learned about them the more gio realized she didn’t know them at all - the spa retreats her mother went on were really trips to psychiatric facilities and rehabs, and the endless slew of young women her father employed as assistants were all lazily hidden affairs. they never talked about it, if she tried to she was shut down or ignored entirely.

gio grew up wanting to go to nyu. she didn’t know where the dream came from (her parents wanted her to go to vassar or dartmouth) but she loved her home city and something about nyu had always called to her. she was accepted early admission to the gallatin school where she planned to major in an individualized study of creative and dramatic writing.

she loved her freshman year of college. she was finally out of her parents’ home and into a postage stamp of an apartment with an eccentric girl studying theater. she was around people from all over the world and all walks of life instead of the tiny bubble of rich snobs and private schools. she was around people she actually had things in common with. she was still shy and she still found it extremely difficult to talk to people. the easiest way for her to interact with people was to overcompensate for her shyness and be excessively friendly. when she was actually able to talk, she found she had many things to say, and once she started talking it was hard for her to stop.

her roommate was a big fan of movie marathons (in october they watched all of the scream movies, and then all of the saw movies, and then all of the children of the corn movies. that’s twenty horror movies. gio still has nightmares from them). for a few weeks in the fall she had a spy movie marathon. mission: impossible and jason bourne movies, mostly. something about them piqued gio’s interest, and she started reading spy novels, which quickly turned into her writing one of her own. she wanted the protagonist to be a woman for once, and one who’s main personality trait wasn’t tits. her novel, at dawn beneath the bridge of sighs, followed a cia operative and an italia aisi agent who are forced to work together to find the kidnapped daughter of an american diplomat along with the priceless jewelry she was wearing at the time of her capture. (do i know what the fuck im talking about? no!!)

gio comes from a family of publishers so it was fairly easy for her to find someone who wanted to publish it, but the nepotism ended there, the success was all her own. it was lauded as an impressive debut novel and critics praised her subversion of genre tropes and inventive action sequences. but it stuck out to a select few for a different reason - the heroine used tactics uncannily similar to those used by actual spies, and she used them well. some people were curious as to how the character would handle other situations in the spy world, or really how the author would plan it.

so yeah she got a letter from gallagher, and she thought it was a joke at first. she eventually figured out it was very real (how? idk!) and her curiosity got the better of her. she decided it would be good for research, and that she could go back to nyu if she wanted to. once she arrived at gallagher, giorgia... did not know what to do. she had never been so out of her element, and she felt like she was terrible at everything. but that wasn’t really true, all the things you could study for were things she was actually learning. she became determined to actually do well, and as her first year comes to an end, gio still feels extremely unsure of herself, and unsure of where she wants to focus her studies, but she’s starting to feel like gallagher is the right place for her to be.

personality: she’s very sweet, very earnest, sometimes has a tendency to retreat into herself and get quiet, but she still combats her shyness with an outgoing attitude she learned from her mother that takes her far out of her comfort zone. basically as outgoing as an introvert can be. she tries to see the best in everyone and every situation. emphasis on tries, because she’s a total worrier and is often pulled between the desire to find a silver lining and the fear that something horrible will happen. she will give people more chances than they deserve and let them walk all over her. her self esteem can be pretty low, but one thing she is confident about is her writing (although she won’t tell you because she doesn’t want to seem boastful). art and literature in all forms are her favorite things and she could talk about it forever. she’s the kind of person who tries to learn everyone’s names and once she knows it she’ll say hi to you every time she sees you.

other stuff: she’s fluent in french and english and grew up speaking them equally. (she also knows some spanish, italian, german, and russian from her nannies, but she’s not fluent). she has a deep love for photography, usually bringing a camera with her at all times. she can play classic violin and piano, but hasn’t in a while and is probably rusty, she continued to dance until she came to gallagher and no longer had time to practice. she has a cat named pierre (named after pierre-auguste renoir). she's a vegetarian. she’s basically addicted to fruit. she listens to a lot of sad pop music. her favorite colors are blush pink and forest green. she watches a lot jean-luc godard and wes anderson movies. she’s kind of a sad girl/art ho. she gets crushes on people easily and all the time. she is very impressionable, and seems to experience heartbreak often. she just wants someone to lover her for her, you know?

wanted connections: (im super fucking tired so im just gonna write some really basic shit but hopefully i’ll edit it tomorrow).

a best friend: it’s not easy for her to make friends but i want gio to have one person she can truly be herself around. a platonic soulmate, if you will.

friends: really just anyone who is understanding of how she’s not always comfortable talking but will also listen if she starts ranting about queer representation in 20th century poetry and plays, ya feel?

big brother/big sister: because she hated being an only child and she really needs someone looking out for her

bad influence: its not hard to be a bad influence on her but someones gotta do it!

good influence: someone who lets her baby ways rub off on them

idk what to call this but a sort of mutual respect with someone she’s had a class with?

idk what to call this either but someone she really clashes with, they just don’t understand each other

people she knew in nyc: she was there for the first 19 years of her life so if your character was there in early 2019 or any time before that, they could’ve run into each other

someone from a similar background who she can just be like... felt with?

hookups/flings: she loves love but love does not love her

an ex: could be good or bad terms idk

crushes, mutual or unrequited

give me literally anything, the more angst the better!!

#gallagher:intro #it's 2:48 am if this makes no sense or has a million typos please forgive me

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