#{v: i ain't a revolutionary man}

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Hi there! If you're here, then I linked you to this big ass wall of text cuz I wanted to explain my OCs to you. If you just randomly found this, cool! Feel free to read. (Sorry I don't know how to add read more)

Okay, first an introduction to the setting: imagine a huge city, hidden from the rest of the world,

a vast amount of people from all over the planet, either brought here by curiosity or lured by the idea of a better life, are stuck in a giant struggle to survive under the harsh control of the Cavalanti mafia, a crime family so powerful they now control the government.

Fed up and sick of the lives they have to live, a large handful of this city's population have ganged up to form revolutionary gangs dedicated to taking the Cavalantis down and ruling the city.

This, is New Corritan. The Hidden City.

Our story revolves around one such gang of revolutionaries, a group of odd and strange individuals that started as nothing more than a weird group of friends.

These people are known...

as the HYSTMEN GANG

The story of how these high school pals became a deadly gang started with the story of the faceless pyromaniac, one whose original name was never known, only ever going by the name of his most prominent feature....

Helmet.

Helmet didn't live a life one would call fancy, but it was perfect to him. He lived with his mom, dad, and older brother in New Corritan's suburban district, his mother and father worked on cars for a living, and his brother was the star of his school's beatball (a New Corritan sport) team, all while Helmet rode around on his bike delivering papers.

But nobody lives a peaceful life in New Corritan.

One day, both mother and father came home from work beaten badly, barely able to stand. They told a story of how a Cavalanti gangster came in to have his car repaired on short notice.

Now, the parents were good mechanics, but finding the replacement parts for such a fancy car was above their pay grade, and there ain't a lot they could do about bullet holes either.

So the mobster did what any Cavalanti does to those that don't listen. Unspeakable things were done to each parent, while the other watched.

Enraged beyond belief, Helmet's once tender hearted brother turned to violence.

After tracking the nightclub the mobster owned, the brother and Helmet himself went out to seek an apology...in blood.

A rage never felt before surged through the two brothers that night.

Heads were bashed with borrowed tools, bullets were fired, people were killed, hell. Even money was stolen.

But in the end, the brothers got what they came for.

That night, Helmet's brother helped find a good hiding spot for the money and laid his parents and little brother to rest.

But Helmet woke up early that night...to the smell of smoke.

Fire engulfed the house, screams could be heard, but there was nothing he could do except instinctively put his helmet on. Nowhere to go...except out the window.

Helmet crashed onto the grass and watched his entire life turn to ashes. His family turn into fading screams. His thoughts turn to....where the sound of laughter was coming from.

He saw them, men in Cavalanti colors. Chucking molotovs and laughing...he recognized one of them. He recognized his hair, his beat up bloody suit, but most of all...

He recognized his shitty, beat-up car.

Rage took the wheel.

He didn't care that his only weapon was a welding torch.

He didn't care it was a 3 v 1.

He didn't care what would happen.

He didn't care how he was gonna kill them

He didn't care how painful it was going to be.

After all, that man didn't care either.

By the time Helmet had control of his senses, there were three smoldering, melting bodies at his feet. One still screaming.

The house was just ash now. Same with whatever was left. But before he heard sirens in the distance, Helmet had something he wanted to do.

Still squirming and begging for death, the man who started it all was laid against his front door, along with his colleagues. Using the rest of what the mobsters brought to burn the house and a camera that the jackass brought, he set them aflame and took a picture.

...

It was told that Helmet still roams the city now, mercilessly killing any group of Cavalanti gangsters he finds, burning down their establishments and taking pictures of their charred corpses.

That was, until someone decided to make him part of their plan, a plan that Helmet was immediately sold on.

Now, he prowls the city in search, not for enemies...

But for old friends.

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                   Han felt  n o t h i n g  but her lips —— a rush of energy as hands tangle in her mess of curls, not coming up for air until he absolutely needed to. It had been too long, runs on both ends tying them up. He hated it ... && he also hated to admit that he hated it.

          But she was here, && she certainly meant a whole, whole lot. It was at the point where even he couldn’t deny it. He didn’t want to.

                    “Don’t know, sweetheart. Y’might need to remind me a few times.” Hands make no move to let her go, a smirk tugging at lips. “You made it.” @ofhexxedclaws // con’t.

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Revised RNM Textual Analysis 

Historically, LGBTQ+ characters in television can simply never win. They are either hyper-sexualized, vilified, or eliminated all together. These harmful representations, and lack thereof, create a negative self-image for viewers hoping to identify with characters that share their own sexuality. However, the CW show, Roswell, New Mexico takes on a different perspective in depicting characters of multiple sexualities and integrates their internal journeys into the overall plot.

While Roswell, New Mexico effectively portrays the varying process of exploring sexuality, as well as the spectrum that it exists on, they often succumb to the harmful stereotypes that plague the LGBTQ+ community. This emphasizes how other media sources still have a long way to go in terms of including accurate and meaningful representations of sexuality in order to identify with the entirety of their audience.

In terms of the positive aspects of sexuality in Roswell, New Mexico, they include characters that are still in the process of discovering their sexuality. There is often a misconception that once someone “comes out” they are completely comfortable with being gay, while this is most often not the case. Through the lens of multiple characters, we are able to see the processes of discovery, acceptance, and self-confidence in sexuality.

First, there is Alex, who while is is out as gay and his community is well aware of the fact, he is still not completely comfortable with demonstrating his sexuality in public. For example, when Forrest tries to kiss Alex in public and he rejects him, Alex later reveals, “I still have my dad’s voice in my head telling me that being seen with a man in public is an embarrassment” (Say It Ain't So). Even 10 years after Alex’s dad found out he is gay, he still fears a sense of shame and therefore is not yet comfortable openly expressing himself. In Alex’s character, the show emphasizes the long journey to acceptance that members of the LGBTQ+ community often go through.

On the other hand, Forrest is clearly comfortable with being gay as well as showing others in public. It is evident that there is not one “way” of being gay and Rosewell effectively portrays these different experiences.

Another character that Roswell depicts in newly discovering sexuality is Isobel. Although she was previously married to a man and believed that she was heterosexual, she has recently begun to explore an attraction to women. This storyline “assimilates gay and lesbian identity into the mainstream” through normalizing the continuous sexual exploration, regardless of age or previous relationships (Monaghan).

Unlike Alex and Forrest, Isobel is newly discovering aspects of her sexuality. It is interesting to watch each of the character’s journey with sexuality, because they each offer a different perspective, instead of the carbon-copy gay storyline that is commonly repeated in media.

Although Roswell’s portrayal of sexual discovery in its characters are a positive step in the right direction, it still complies to the negative stereotypes often associated with LGBTQ+ characters. This is especially true in the depiction of Michael, the show’s only bisexual character, with the exception to possibly Isobel. Michael is involved in two serious relationships in the show so far, with Alex and Maria. While having a bisexual male main character who openly states “I’m bisexual”, is a revolutionary step in the portrayal of bisexual characters, Michael is also seen as hyper-sexualized and deceitful at times (Champagne Supernova).

A critique can be made that Michael’s character mainly serves to contribute to the “stereotypical love-triangle” where he is made to be the “deceitful lover” (Alexander). His love triangle with Alex and Maria is criticized for making him have to “choose” between being straight and gay. This is harmful in that it discredits the reality of bisexuality, because it is not merely a constant distinction of straight v. gay.

Additionally, Michael is initially highlighted as the provocative and troubled character. He is seen sleeping with numerous women that he finds at the bar and he repeatedly steals items from his workplace. In this case, Rosewell fails to depict bisexuals as a part of “respected mainstream normalcy” by emphasizing a stereotypical view of bisexuals as overly sexual and untrustworthy (Monaghan). Since Michael is the show’s only bisexual character initially, this misconstrued view serves as a generalization for all bisexual.

Therefore, it is essential that Roswell and other producers of media evaluate the consequences of these stereotypes and how they represent the LGBTQ+ population. Nevertheless, this does not undermine the positive representation that the show has of non-heterosexual relationships and their continuous development.

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                       Confusion etched along weary features as a calloused hand ran through his sandy hair in exasperation. “C’mon princess, it ain’t so bad. Sure, it’s a little detour, but there are worse places to be.” A puff of air, Han circles the smoking Falcon, jaw tight as he ponders what in maker’s name could have happened. “Easy fix, I swear !!”    //    @princessorganc ミ★  sc.

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                    “Look princess, y’know as well as the next guy that I don’t belong here.” A weak shrug, eyes fall to dirtied boots. LEAVING, something he once looked forward to. Now, Han felt  e m p t y  , numb ( which was almost worse than feeling the pain he knew he was bound to be covering up ).    //    @ofspacebunsミ★  sc.

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                     “Do y’have a DEATH WISH, kid ?? Goin’ back there, in the midst of all that ?? We’re dead.” Rebel scum — && for what ?? Some WAR he wanted no part of ?? No thanks.    //    @likehisfather ミ★  sc.

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                      “Alright, FINE. Maybe  s o m e  of  you rebellion pilots are decent at flyin’.” Lips curl into a thin line ; eyes light up a brief moment later, a small hint of a smirk altering his features. Calloused hand clasps the other’s shoulder. “Y’did GOOD out there. I gotta say it.”    //    @pilotcorellian ミ★  sc.

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                    Skepticism etched over his features, voice deep, doubting as hazel orbs fell upon Luke. “So this whole ... Jedi thing. Does that mean y’can read my mind or somethin’ ??” The Force, hardly something Han knew well ( kriff, he still had disbelief about  it ).    //    @brighteyedjedii ミ★  sc.

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                     “I know I’m gonna regret this decision later. But FOR NOW. I’m gonna trust ya. But just so save my own skin.” Rough digit points accusingly, brows knight tightly with apprehension. The moment they were out of this mess, he’d be long  g o n e. This war ?? He had no plans of sticking around. Nope, NO, none.    //    @kyberled ミ★  sc.

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                      “I guess I outta thank ya for the medal, princess. This GOLD is actually worth somethin’.” A dashing smirk, HESITATION before he clears his throat. “ ... && who’d have thought I’d ever be a war hero.” The title still felt ill to the tongue.    //    @alderavalkyrie ミ★  sc.

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                    “Y’know princess —— a simple thank you will suffice. I ain’t askin’ for much ; even if the Rebel Alliance wouldn’t be ‘round if I didn’t decide to stick around.” 

@totidemmusis also gets something because i demand it bai.  ・・・・・・—－－－★

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                    Rough hands brush at the sand, the  d i r t  that clung to his vest, to every inch of skin. This always happened, her saving him —— him saving her. Han Solo never counted on anything, but even he was starting to believe that if he ever got in a rut ( as he had just done ) she’d be there. With a dry cough, one that scratches his throat, he forces himself to stand — wobbly as he gains strength. 

          “Uh ————” he’d never gotten too good at this part. “— Thanks.”

@incantatrx gets something because I said so. ・・・・・・—－－－★

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@tatooinejedi shot first ・。・゜★    /   meme

                    “It’s amazing how quickly things can go from BAD to total shit storm.”

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@alderavalkyrie ・‥…━━━☆ 

                    He was still celebrating their victory ( how many times had they saved each other now ?? he lost count ) ; a job well done. To think they only almost died approximately ten times this mission, that’s a new record. However, shortly after, her echoing words stopped any && all train of thought. Brows knit in confusion   /   an invitation for her to REPEAT her statements even if he already knew she never would because he could hardly believe it. Hazel orbs could only stare — visibly flustered all the more so as soft lips were pressed to his cheek. 

                    A smile creeps to his lips, warm eyes meeting her gaze as he rises to stand. “Y’know, I wouldn’t mind celebratin’ all our victories that way ... Leia.” A light tease, cheeks still flushed. A pause, his hand reaches out for her own, digits lacing between hers ; skin as  s o f t  as he imagined it to be. “You did good too y’know.” Han mutters, gaze steady on their locked hands. “We know I’d be LONG GONE if it wasn’t for you savin’ my skin.” An airy chuckle, he finally steals a glance at her. 

          “We make a good team, you ‘n me.”

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"Where ya been, handsome? Gotten into trouble again, and didn't have a cute inn keep to get you out of it?"

                    “No, I just —— owed some people some favors s’all.” A cheeky grin sneaks up on his lips, eyes warm && welcoming. “But now that you’re here, I WOULDN’T mind bein’ saved. What’s that entail anyways, sweetheart ??”

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@alderavalkyrie  ・。・゜★

                   “I ain’t COMPLETELY incompetent, y’know.” Grumbled words broke through tightly pressed lips, hazel orbs concentrating on the vast space in front of them. They HAD to get outta here ... N O W.  “Maybe, if ya were to be  q u i e t  I could actually get us back safely.”