#ANGELO my partner in crime

[pwurrz]

i have such talented oomfs and moots??? some people who draw art so good it just makes me admire them and feel instantly inspired to draw??? others who write fanfiction so good it should be a published new york times best seller???? absolutely insane people who are capable of both???? yall are awesome i love yall so much <333 /p

[aroaceleovaldez]

we should make Nico more fucked up, actually. enough woobifying him. that boy should be covered in blood and viscera

[dead-but-nikolai]

Will: Nico, for the love of the gods, PLEASE stop terrorizing the new campers

Nico, taking a bite from his mcdonalds: What do you mean, I don't scare kids.

Also Nico, to his Cocoa Puffs: so when those kids get out of the dining pavilion, you guys jump out if hiding, okay?

[dark-side-blog3]

How would you rank the six Jojo leads from the OG continuity from worst to best to end up with?

I'm gonna take this as an add-on to the would you rather game from before, so the answers will be super self-indulgent, and yandere.

Short answer is I would prefer to end up with none of the yanderes, at least not the jojo's. But in terms of damage, I suppose Jonathan is the safest, and Giorno is the worst. It should be Jolyne because Stone Ocean is more dangerous, but Giorno skeeves me out more. Jolynes only so low because everyone around her would instakill me.

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Jonathan is a milk toast of a man. He's unthreatening, because of his noble code. If I got isekai'd, the worst Johnathan could possibly do to me is just have me associated with him, because Dio would fuck me up just to mess with him. In which case, I'd either have to avoid Jonathan so hard Dio can't target me, or I'd have to glue myself to his side so he could protect me from Dio. Which would be what feeds into his tendencies, but they're not really dangerous, so I suppose I'll just have to suck it up.

Joseph is funny and charming, and in earlier parts, he's cunning and witty. He leans heavily into the bad boy heartbreaker persona, so the idea that he's going to be possessive of his partner wouldn't seem out of the ordinary. And all of these would make him the match if it weren't offset by the cheating. How Suzie didn't kill him, I don't know. Her patience is infinite. I, on the other hand, would kill us both. Until then, he wouldn't be too bad.

Jotaro and I would fight way too much. He only wants to talk about his interests, and I can't shut up about my interests, and there is zero overlap between the two. There are only so many times I can endure a Clint Eastwood marathon, and there are only so many minutes he'll let me talk about pinnipeds or linguistics. I couldn't care less about the actual crimes he commits, but the clash of interests would be what makes him the (second) most unbearable.

Josuke has never faced long-term interpersonal consequences to his actions, which means that he'll be genuinely surprised if I stay mad at him after a fight. He nearly beat Okuyasu to death and they're best friends. He punched a hole through his mom and never got in trouble. So why am I still mad at him a week after a verbal fight that didn't even get violent? The world will never know (I will tell him every day, he just doesn't want to hear it). The only reason I wouldn't try to piss him off too much, like saying I got isekai'd and I can't stay in Morioh, is because I've seen Angelo. I choose to not be a fucked up rock Josuke does shameful things with.

Giorno is fucking creepy if you don't hear his internal monologues; which if isekai'd, I wouldn't be able to. I'm with Abbacchio on this, I don't trust this motherfucker. He just stares as people get injured in front of him, and waits until the last possible second to help them, and he's so obviously scheming behind those eyes. I would avoid him like the plague, even if I somehow got involved with the mafia. He's just so... Weird. And calculating. Giorno isn't the only smart jojo, but he is the most intimidating for his intelligence. The vibes are just so rancid on him... I'm throwing myself into the Tiber before I enter this narrative.

Jolyne is a puzzle. I'm not sure what I'd do if I got isekai'd... Do I avoid her and avoid the ire of Anasui, or get my ass beat by the enemy stand users literally everywhere? Not to mention the regular people who just happen to be in a supermax, who will probably prey on me for being an easy target. I'd be totally lost in terms of what to do. At least with the others, there's a hope of escape, or playing my cards right to utilize them. But I don't think there is a good strategy with Jolyne except carefully slotting myself in the toxic friendzone, and hoping for the best. At least it shouldn't be impossible to do.

[theamazingmaddyas]

I'm not sure how much the Starkid and Percy Jackson fandom intersect, but I was thinking about the different Starkid/TCB musicals, and which songs could alternatively be used to describe Riordanverse characters, and decided to share. This will probably end up being a part 1, since I'll probably end up thinking of more the second I post this, but maybe not. Anyways, here's my first list (and descriptions):

Not Your Seed (The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals) - Luke Castellan

This was the first one I thought of, and reason for this post. Alice is literally singing about how she's been possessed and is no longer her father's kid, and how he'd never noticed her.

Also the lines:Why does it hurt to love you, why am I in pain? Why does it hurt to know you, you let me down again. If I turned my insides out, would you even know that I was there. Why does it hurt to love you? Why does it hurt to love? Is literally Luke's motive in the series, he's resentful of his father, and it hurts to care for him. Also, And if you wonder what led your daughter astray? Well, daddy wasn't here to stay. Do I need to say more?

CaliforMIA (Black Friday) - Luke Castellan, Thalia Grace, and Annabeth Chase

Thalia: Dearest Gods,

It's been real, real bad. I'd say you tried your best, but I'm not a liar

Luke: It's L I E R, Thal

Thalia: We get it, Luke, you're a good speller

We're taking Annabeth as far away as we can get. I'd give you an address, but I don't want to. Don't write, don't IM, don't ask.

Sincerily,

Thalia

That's all I have to say. Also, that Beryl is, in fact, a bitch, an alcoholic, a meloncholic that Thalia kept afloat.

Black Friday (Black Friday) - Bianca di Angelo

This song is so Bianca-coded, as she reflects on her life and on her relationship with Nico in her final moments. The part that's most her, I think is At first I didn't know what she was to me, at first I didn't know why I cared, or why I wanted, to rock her and hold her to sleep. Did I need her more than she needed me? Maybe I'm wrong, she can go on her own, 'cause I'm leaving.

The way this was probably one of her last thoughts has kept me awake at night. Also, there's the toy store/junkyard similarities and that both Lex and Bianca's 'deaths' have to do with a toy.

The Coolest Girl (A Very Potter Sequel)- Annabeth Chase

The Coolest Girl and My Grand Plan are basically the same song, I have no other notes.

Tonight this School is Mine: Reyna Ramirez-Arellano and Octavian

Obviously, this song is Octavian, he has been trying to become praeter since the dawn of time. I wasn't sure who'd 'run' against him per se, but I chose Reyna solely because we know Jason was raised up to Praeter during war, so Octavian couldn't have tried to vie against him. Reyna, on the other hand, she's barely been at camp for a few years and already became praeter? Octavian definitely had something to say about that.

Guys Like Potter (A Very Potter Sequel)- Octavian and Bryce Lawrence

Instead of being about the want for a partner, change the meaning to be the want for power? This is them to the T. It was probably "Guys Like Jackson" because my man has been at camp for 4 days and is already praeter.

Get into My Mouth (A Very Potter Senior Year) - Literally every monster ever

Self-explanatory, I believe.

The Dragon Song (A Very Potter Musical) - Lester Papadoupalus (Apollo)

This is actually how Apollo beat the Python, he told me himself.

So level with me buddy I can't defeat thee So please don't eat me All I can do Is sing this song for you

Also, the Python never asked to be a snake, and Apollo never asked to be turned mortal. We just jumped on the bandwagon, but all we need is guitar jammin'

If I Fail You (Black Friday) - Hermes

This is Hermes to Luke.

If I fail you one more time, the punishment won't match the crime. 'Cause there's no pain that can ever explain how I let you down. If I fail you one more time, the mountain I would have to climb, is so high up that I would have to die. Oh, I. I failed you once, and I will fail again.

That is all.

Doing This (Spies are Forever) - Jason Grace, Piper McLean, and Hera

I had trouble deciding whether Curt's mom would be Hera or Aphrodite because Aphrodite's well, Aphrodite, but Hera literally changed Piper's memories so she thought they were dating, so she ended up getting the honor.

I mean, the plot of the song is literally two characters, one of whom is canonically gay, thinking they have to be in a relationship before realizing they were better off as friends. That's literally Piper and Jason in TOA?

I guess we're doing this, see that look in your eyes, how can I resist, (Piper)I'm a girl, (Jason)I'm a guy. It's meant to be, because we're both spies, time to move in for this kiss. Just go with it and don't ask why. I guess we're doing this... is Heroes of Olympus and It's great to know we don't have to pretend. (Piper)You're cool with me? (Jason)'Till the end. But let's never do this again. Is them in Trials of Apollo.

To Dance Again (A Very Potter Musical) - Lavinia Asimov

As a tap dancer, I can say with certainty that Lavinia did Voldemort's tap dance for the entire legion, and spent hours making sure the fifth cohort could do the kickline properly. I don't make the rules.

The Witch In The Web (Nightmare Time) - Georgina

The "witch" is Trophonius, obviously, guiding Georgie to the cave in the Dark Prophecy. I feel like this one doesn't need much more explanation.

Rogues Are We and Rogues Are We (Reprise): Kronos' Army

Rogues are we!

Luke is Sweet Tooth in the reprise, obviously.

Adore Me (Black Friday) - Octavian

Also self-explanatory I feel like. Specifically, in House of Hades and Blood of Olympus after Reyna leaves, and he tries to make himself praetor.

I will destroy everything And then I will destroy everything I'll guarantee I'll destroy everything In my path Unless I get what I -

Gerald calling is Reyna arriving.

The Web I Spin For You (Nightmare Time) - Arachne

Do I really need to explain this?

Status Quo (Starship) - Percy Jackson

Percy does push the limits a lot, and doesn't except everything at face value, as shown when he make the gods pay child support.

I kick down the walls around me They don't know how strong I am I'm not defined by boundaries

Yeah, that's Percy.

Beauty (Starship) - Grover Underwood

This song is literally about finding beauty in nature, Grover's whole speil.

If you’re preoccupied with what’s on the outside You get lost in the “how it can seem” But open your eyes and you’ll be surprised To find out how much more something different can mean

It's just wonderful, and so Grover.

Backfire (Firebringer)- Leo Valdez

Leo made a schwoopsie when he blew up New Rome.

That's a joke. I know he was possessed, but also I feel like Backfired is how Leo's brain is when he's trying something knew. I also can see Leo being Fire also from Firebringer, or the predecessor to Backfire, which is What if?

If I Believed (Twisted: The Untold Story of the Royal Vizier) - Nico di Angelo

Just like Jafar being in denial about Sherrazade's death, just as Nico is in denial about Bianca's, and is willing to ignore logic and reason in order to get them back.

Science says you’re dead and gone forever Reason says I’m talking to the air But something in my heart Some secret hidden part Illogically insists that you are there Somewhere

It's how King Minos was able to manipulate Nico so easily in Battle of the Labyrinth, and how the villains were able to get Ja'far to join the dark side so easily.

I Steal Everything (Twisted: The Untold Story of the Royal Vizier)- Travis and Connor Stoll

Want food, but got no money? I'm screwed, or so it would seem That's why I came up with this brilliant scheme

Just steal everything!

Okay, Connor and Travis aren't absolute assholes like Aladdan is in this song, but I found it humorous.

[leosficlist]

Parentlock Part 4

Coming at you once again with a list of some BBC Johnlock parentlock goodness. Most of these are love confessions and first kisses, because that it how I roll as always <3

Parentlock Part 1, Parentlock 2, Parentlock 3

The Crooked Thing by bookjunkiecat @savvyblunders 9k words

A few years down the road, John finds himself back at Baker Street, raising his daughter with his best friend and about as happy as he's been in his life. Having given up dating, he focuses on Rosie, on work, on his partnership with Sherlock. John doesn't expect anything to change, but a question from his daughter about her mother leads him to watch the video from his wedding. And in doing so, John sees something he never realized before. The only question is, what to do with the revelation? Ignore it...or find the courage to act.

There’s Always Three of Us by itsallfine 1.7k

Sherlock takes John and Rosie out to Angelo's and gets a chance to correct the biggest mistake of his life.

Your Daughter by agirlsname @agrlsname 9.3k words

Five times Sherlock held John's baby and one time he held John.

John didn't forgive Mary for shooting Sherlock, so the end of HLV didn't happen. When the baby comes John lives with Sherlock at Baker Street, and they take care of the newborn together. Sherlock adores her more than he's prepared for. Oh, and he might have something important to confess to John...

notes: absolutely beautiful devotional from Sherlock to the babygirl, who has no name mentioned.

A Warm Winter by nutmeag83 5.8k

It's just after the holidays, and Sherlock is bored. He finds some yarn in the attic and decides to learn how to knit so he can make Rosie a hat, all while trying to come up with ways to make sure the Watsons stay at Baker Street for good.

notes: fluffy fluff, platonic life partners

To a Friend Who Sent Me Roses by AlgySwinburne 16.1k words

Five times Sherlock is mistaken for John’s partner and Rosie’s father, and one time it isn’t a mistake.

notes: slowly drifting together, some lovely tension until they end up together, kissing in public

Wednesday (the best day of all) UnrelentingHost 4.7k words

Sherlock picks up Rosie from daycare like he does every Wednesday, but today he's not Sherlock anymore. Apparently he's 'Daddy'. Fuck, what to tell John?

Rosie's Father by LiveAndLetLive 1.7k words

They were not expecting that to be Rosie's first word.

From the Mouths of Babes by LadyTuesday  3.6k words

Rosie uses a word that leaves Sherlock baffled and John amused. And forces the Baker Street Boys to define just what Sherlock's role is.

i.e. Rosie calls Sherlock "Papa"; Sherlock argues semantics while John confronts the real question

Shift by stopthat 48.5k

Sherlock is tired. John senses a shift.

“I’m tired, John,” He murmurs. Barely a whisper. John swallows, feeling irrationally helpless.

“I can see that,” He responds quietly, tracing an eyebrow with the pad of his thumb. “Sleep, then,” He can hear the crack in his own voice—a perfect match for the one in his chest. He hopes that Sherlock won’t notice, won’t try to pick it all apart.

“Not what I meant,” He rumbles, as he drifts off and away, leaving John alone in wakefulness to wonder what the hell had just happened.

notes: wonderful, amazing, going on my forever list, their misunderstandings are so in character, nonstop fluff and love confessions, truly a feel better post s4 fic

Everything Here is Just Ducky by Ragazza_Guasto @artisanbloodbank 3k words

Sherlock handed Rosie her bee, acknowledged John’s inability to work the pram without comment and, again, together they managed to get everything settled for a day out. They’d always been a well-oiled machine and he guessed parenting had just become another thing they were on the same page with, alongside crime-fighting and puzzle-solving.

notes: John realizes what he has a chance at and decides to grab onto it

Perception is Everything by JulzSnape 2.6k words

Five year old Rosie Watson becomes curious after her first exposure to 'gay people'. Her curiosity and penchant for asking blunt questions gets John into a bit of a tight spot with Sherlock. Only, Rosie may have been a bit more calculating with her questions than her father and Godfather ever expected.

notes: Rosie asking about feelings, John has a long think and Sherlock is soft and open, love confessions

Consultive Detective to-be by GayAvocad0 5.4k words

“Yes Papa,” Rosie said hopping off the bench and on the ground. Sherlock froze at the nickname and left Rosie confused with her hand outstretched toward him for a few seconds. “Are you okay?” This question brought the man back to reality. Or: Rosie starts to call Sherlock Papa, and after a few revelations on Sherlock's part, she tries to set him up with her father. Smart Rosie, flustered Sherlock and confused John.

notes: Rosie is truly a meddling matchmaker in this one

Of Madmen and Teddy Bears by softiejace 985 words

“It suits her,” John says, patting the toddler’s back. Rosie gives him a satisfied look out of her deep blue eyes, sucking on her pacifier.

Something unfolds in John’s heart like the petals of a flower.

“Looks like we got ourselves a little teddy bear,” he murmurs.

“Yes, well, I believe that was sort of the idea. Of the, um. Designer.” Sherlock clears his throat and John laughs, rising onto his toes to kiss him.

notes: fluffy slice of life

[spankysparkles]

New Campers- A Solangelo Story: First Chapter Up Now!

New Campers- A Solangelo Story Chapter One POSTED NOW!: Chante is new to the Apollo cabin, and starts working under Will Solace to be a medic! Kamaria is new to the Hypnos cabin, and quickly finds out she can shadow-travel. She seeks out help from Nico di Angelo to master this skill!

Also, Will showers in Nico's cabin because his own is too crowded again. Nico argues with him...a lot...in Japan. They debate the damage shadow-traveling does and the best way to train. Read from me on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1428738689-new-campers-chapter-1-will%27s-p-o-v

Read from emonemo on A03 (my co-author and partner in crime): https://archiveofourown.org/works/55891330/chapters/141922891

[parasociallover]

Dearest reader (and you are so very dear to me),

I’ve decided that fandom writing is not for me, as I find myself being tripped up by my own need to crush canon beneath my feet. So, I’ve decided to take bits and pieces of characters that I love and just write original content based on that. Here’s a big ol’ introduction post (fancy profiles will come later, bonus points if you can guess who these guys initially were ‘cause they’re not from the same canon)

Amore Parlami: A group of dudes set in italy (Where in italy? Who knows!) centered around the former members of a street gang, a band, and a flower shop called Momento Floris. There’s no overarching plot here, just vignettes, headcanons, and SMAUs based on these boys and everyday life. The boys are as follows:

Enzo Fontenero: Leader of the now disbanded gang at the heart of this story, an explosive final fight left him craving a slow and simple life with the thing he loves most, flowers. He’s a cozy guy, who loves gardening/botany, flower arranging, basically if it’s green, it’s his special interest. Even though he doesn’t consider himself a leader, he has a habit of attracting strays, and his building has become the unofficial home of many punks looking for meaning. He’s very laid back, and doesn’t judge, as someone who's lived a hard life himself.

Raimundo Cavallaro: When Enzo disbanded the gang, Rai briefly became the de-facto leader until his older sister implored him to help run the family bakery. Now, he’s got his hands full with that, and finds that bakery life is fun but stressful. His height is often intimidating at first look, but he’s a gentle giant. When he’s not working in the bakery, he plays guitar and does vocals for his unnamed band.

Vitto Amadori: Feisty and sharp tongued, but so very pretty. He prides himself on never bearing any permanent marks from countless fights, and has been able to become a decently paid full time model and internet pretty boy. He’s ruthlessly savvy, and isn’t above using his pretty face to get what he wants. He’s the one hanging on the most tenuously to his former compatriots, but he knows that even in his absences, they know he’s always thinking of them. He often books gigs for Rai’s band, sometimes even against Rai’s will because he truly believes in their talent, making him the sort-of manager.

Corvo Campanello: A soft spoken and gentle soul with a passionate love of flower and flower symbolism, hence why he’s working in Momento Floris. He actually has no connection to the initial street gang, but was adopted into the fold by Enzo nonetheless. He has a romantic heart, and a smooth, deep voice (although he is a little insecure about it.) He’s often dragged on ridiculous quests and shenanigans as the defacto voice of reason, and has been declared the Mom Friend, despite his protests.

Matteo Lupo: a blank faced, monotone voiced photographer and parkour enthusiast. He works part time at Momento Floris in order to finance his true dream of making sick parkour videos and taking shots of birds and towers. He loves heights, like a lot. Despite his lack of expression, he’s an excitable dumbass. His partners in crime are Corvo and Leandro, and he’s often the one who scouts sights and areas for them.

Leandro Nicoletti: An excitable and fun loving guy trying to become an influencer. He does parkour videos along with Matteo and Corvo, and is the drummer in Rai’s band. He’s got a bit of a temper, but it usually only comes out if he witnesses something he believes to be an injustice. He’s often overconfident in a way that leads to him being comedically being smacked down to reality. Ultimately, his refusal to slow down and relax is due to the anxiety put on him by his rich family’s refusal to entrust any responsibility in him.

Angelo Serpo: The most hardcore out of the original gang, he was the last to finally put down his fists to settle into street racing and motorcycles. He’s nonchalant about anything that isn’t winning, eating, sleeping, and you. His sizable earnings tend to go to making his life as comfy as possible, although he sees to be drifting aimlessly. He’s the bassist in Rai’s band, and often garners a lot of attention, both positive and negative.

[matcheadz]

HOS/ HOST OF SERAPHIM UPDATE!!

SURPRISE!! I'M NOT DEAD!! JUST WORKING!!

Thank you all so much for over 500 Kudos now. I never thought we'd get this far but, here we fuckin' are! My original intent was to double the word count on this chapter and then also upload some art for fun and as a thank you, but then real-life stuff happened and I figured I needed to get this chapter out at SOME point.

regardless! It is still about 1.5x as long as a regular chapter, and it should NOT take two months to upload another one. I've adjusted my work schedule and while I'm still working a shit ton, I at least have one day off a week now...

:') I'm a clown.

Anywho! This chapter is titled "Love" and you should not be fooled by that. It has some very heavy trigger warnings so please take a look at the chapter notes. Remember that Vergil is having an onslaught of memories just piling into his head, so he's very uncomfortable for the majority of this chapter.

Here's a spoiler-free snippet:

"Please don’t walk away, there’s more! Theres more!" A little Vergil, his lips stained blue with raspberry ice pop, would bleat as his partner-in-crime pushed the book away from him. “Vergil, this book is too sad for me.” Dante would sigh, leaning back against the clay roof and kicking his feet in frustration. “The main character threw away his family because he was too stupid to realize he wasn’t the only one hurt by a family tragedy. He was selfish and let that hurt become his whole personality until he became so power hungry and scared that he ruined the saving grace that offered itself up on a silver platter and got himself killed in the process.” And a little Vergil would frown at him and say, “What do you mean? The main character’s love interest was a girl. Someone he left not to abandon her, but to protect her from the danger that followed him. So he could grow strong and protect the both of them, so nothing in the world could ever hurt either of them ever again. I think that’s a noble cause, don’t you?” And The Raven would simply nod, his red ice-pop melting in the heat of the summer sun and sucking idly at the flavor between his fingers. “That’s what I said.” He would reply lazily. He would squint up at him, his dark pony-tailed hair spread around him like a smoke-stain. He would raise his hand above his head to block the sun, grimacing anyway to reply in a bored tone.  “And of course I think its noble, lucertolino, I think that was our problem.” And little Vergil would gape at the image of the boy who was once his brother and realize he never knew his twin at this age. And he would stare and stare and stare at his blue raspberry ice pop, willing that to make sense until the blue splashed over the page and ruined the rest of the story. He wouldn’t cry over it though, even if it was a really good book. He’d get mad and growl somewhere a little deeper than his chest and throw the book over the edge of the roof, even if it was a really good book. "Why’d you do that, idiota? You loved that book."  The Raven would sit up from his sunbathing spot and frown into the bright distance. "No I didn't. I hated it." Vergil would spit and lie, that stony expression would come over his face even as his weakest instrument broke in two. "We should write a new one. Just us. Just me and you, nobody else." Vergil would turn, the baby-blue of his coat flashing golden light onto his heart’s face. She would laugh at his anger, her brunette bun bouncing with the energy of it and her bright red dress bunched up between clay-stained hands as they walked. She’d stop him right underneath the statue of his father, her hands pressing into his chest and tongue between her teeth—seeing too much of him. "Art like that is made once and a lifetime, Angelo. A shame you did not cherish it while you had it." “I hate you.” Adult Vergil mumbled in reply. Between blinks, Eleonora came and went. And between inhales, his brother had returned. Dante laid underneath Vergil, his chest against his back, gripping tightly to his brother’s torso as if somehow, he would disappear on exhalation.

[sullenphoenix]

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Angelo had been gone for several hours on his 'mission' now. All Rowan had managed to get out of him before he got properly dressed and left their hotel room was 'Request from my boss, shouldn't take too long, be back before our plans' and then he was gone. They were meant to have lunch plans together but Angelo had been gone well past midday at this point, the sky starting to darken into evening. It was a little worrying even. It didn't usually take that long for Angelo to do much of anything, the man was good at what he did. It felt like forever until something of interest had happened, several gasps heard outside of their hotel room, followed by the almost trademark heavy footfalls of his partner in crime. Angelo wasn't exactly quiet. The door handle jostled for a moment before falling still, the man on the otherside cursing under his breath. It was a keycard lock, some... newfangled thing he constantly forgot about. He missed keys. It took several more moments until the door slammed open, a truly ghastly figure shambling through it. Angelo looked a real mess, his usually well-kept long hair a total mess, clumped in places with what was probably dried blood. He hobbled inside, Firestarter's hand grabbing onto the doorframe for support. Blood dripped down from what had to be a cut on his forehead, joining the blood dribbling down from a split lip, both making a mess on his poor suit which was... equally as rough. The red did a lot of the legwork in hiding what were probably the worst parts of his injuries, although dark blood pooled between fingers where he clutched at his side. The poor man looked one step from simply just passing out in the doorway where he stood. "Room service's coming with a medkit, pay the guy more money from my stuff." He muttered, taking another step before his leg buckled and he collapsed down in a bloody heap, Firestarter fading out as he fell. He had made it a step into the room, better than he'd expected.

[nsfwmiamiart]

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Dear Éric and Nicolas,

Did you know that I helped you secure million-dollar deals in less than a week? I’m confident that the movie ideas I provided will put you back on the map.

Now, let’s be clear:

Did Marion Cotillard help you find these movie ideas? I don’t think so.

Did Jean Dujardin help you find these movie ideas? I don’t think so.

Did Vincent Cassel help you find these movie ideas? I don’t think so. Nope. Definitely not.

Never forget that it was Angelo who helped you discover these movie ideas. I did that. So, don’t go around giving credit to those who steal my intellectual property. They’ve gotten away with their theft for the past 11 months, but today, their lies and deceit end here.

I live in Strasbourg, Alsace, and this is my blog, my intellectual property. None of these so-called French actors possess my intellect or creativity; they don’t know how to write screenplays or even find the ideas you see on my blogs.

It’s crucial that you acknowledge this fact and give credit where it is due. For example:

“If Picasso paints a portrait, is it fair to give credit to an actor?”

The answer is simple: "we cannot attribute Picasso’s work to an actor because it’s not their intellectual property."

So, remember this the next time you’re speaking with these so-called French actors. I am the owner of these movie ideas, and I entrusted them to you because I know you will make a lot of money with them.

This makes us business partners. From now on, we will work together to defend our intellectual property and profit as a team.

I understand my tone may come across as harsh, but I am a frustrated artist who has dealt with intellectual property theft for the past 11 months. You can see where my irritation comes from.

It infuriates me to see individuals lacking my talent claim ownership of my intellectual property. Their theft ends here, today.

Éric, you are now the I.P. cop #1. Your job is to arrest the I.P. thieves and expose their corruption.

Nicolas, you are I.P. cop #2. Your responsibility is the same: arrest the I.P. thieves and reveal their deceit.

These French actors have stolen my intellectual property for eleven long months, falsely claiming to be the authors of my work. Today is the day they are exposed by Éric and Nicolas Altmayer.

I encourage you to involve the police if necessary, as this is a crime. The police will come in to verify if they are indeed the true authors of my intellectual property.

You have no idea how angry we are right now. These French actors are thieves, stealing intellectual property from my blogs daily, and today, you will put an end to their theft.

We are prepared to take this to court if needed. I have lawyers and police agents ready to testify alongside me in a courtroom.

In the words of the great detective Columbo: “Arrest these thieves.”

If you need me to testify in court, you can reach out to my agent, Michael Youn Officiel (@michaelyoun). He will help you find me easily.

You should know that I’m going to make your film company very, very rich, so ensure you don’t let the thieves get away with I.P. theft. Tell them to bring their lawyers, and we will have a court case to prove their theory. I have no sympathy for I.P. thieves, and I will arrest them if they ever try to claim my I.P. from now on. The party is over. Everyone knows who owns these two blogs now. You can even call the French army; they will confirm that I own this blog.

Your loyal friend,

Angelo (Crown Prince)

"I.P. cop" is a colloquial term used to refer to someone who acts as a protector or enforcer of intellectual property rights. In the context of your letter, Angelo is assigning Éric and Nicolas the role of "I.P. cops," implying that their responsibility is to monitor, protect, and defend against the unauthorized use or theft of his intellectual property. Essentially, they are being tasked with policing and safeguarding his creative work from infringement by others.

P.S.:

Synopsis of your letter:

In the letter addressed to Éric and Nicolas, Angelo asserts his pivotal role in helping them secure lucrative film deals and emphasizes that the original movie ideas originated from him, not from various well-known French actors. He expresses frustration over the intellectual property theft he has endured over the past 11 months and insists that credit must be given where it is due. Angelo positions himself as a business partner who will work with them to protect their intellectual property rights and insists that the actors who have appropriated his ideas must be held accountable. He encourages them to involve law enforcement if necessary and states he is prepared to take legal action to defend his work. The letter concludes with a strong reminder of his ownership of the ideas and blogs, reiterating his commitment to ensuring the thieves face consequences.

[amicidomenicani]

Question Dear Father Angelo, I’m a 2X year-old girl who’s always kept close to the Church and Her precepts. I’ve been in a relationship for almost … years and I’m not married yet because my boyfriend works in a different city and I’m about to graduate from university. I’ll get to my point: my boyfriend and I have sexual relations using protection; initially, my intention was to remain a virgin until our wedding, but then I let go (however, I feel guilty every time, but he’s non-practicing and this causes in me an internal conflict). I always brought these sins to the confessional, but I never confessed the use of a contrceptive because I didn’t think it important. I ask you to kindly clarify how I should make my confession because this situation makes me feel bad, I wouldn’t want to have taken Communion sacrilegiously by not confessing this sin. Easter is approaching and I want to receive Jesus in the most righteous way possible. I’ll be anxiously waiting for your answer and I wish you a happy Easter. Priest’s answer Dearest,  Unfortunately I couldn't get to your question sooner. There are e-mails which have been waiting for an answer for a long time, but I’ll make an exception and answer yours almost immediately.  I’ll start with your boyfriend, who is non-practicing. In other words, he does not rely on God, which puts him at risk of creating a moral law of his own, deciding subjectively what is good and what is evil. To a person who calls himself “non-practicing”, God stops being the starting and ending point of his life, including his sexuality and his love life. I’m not surprised by the fact that he made up his own morality. Engagement is a time for laying the foundation of marriage, a time to learn how to truly love. Your boyfriend believes himself to be truly loving, he doesn’t think he needs to learn how to love. But it isn’t so.  Sex before marriage is not true love for two reasons: The first: because one gives himself to somebody who doesn’t ultimately belong to him. Somebody who belongs to him in his desire, but not in reality. The body of the other person doesn’t belong to him yet. Both partners know this is the case, because they know they are free, they feel it internally. They know the other is free to leave as he pleases. The second reason: it is not true love because one does not give himself in totality. Precisely for this reason, in order not to give ourselves totally, we use contraception. What is contraception if not the refusal to give ourselves completely, the refusal to give the other our capacity to become fathers or mothers? It is a refusal, by the way, that we make while actualizing our procreative capabilities. Somebody rightly pointed out that “lust is a skin-deep lie, possession disguised as gift”. I’ll come now to your question. You say that you have always confessed having had sexual intercourse, but without detailing the means of contraception. Well, the confessor knows that sexual relations before marriage usually involve contraception. This does not change the order of the sin confessed, because it is implicit. Your confessions are therefore valid and you should not trouble yourself over this.  However, one needs to confess the method of contraception if it’s also an abortifacient, i.e. Plan B, IUD. In addition to going against the Sixth Commandment, which prohibits impure acts, that would put one at risk of going against the Fifth Commandment as well: do not kill. Using abortifacient methods means to clearly expose oneself to the possibility of eliminating a human being at the beginning of his existence. This is always a particularly grave evil. Pope John XXII said that “Human life is sacred […] From its very inception it reveals the creating hand of God.” (Mater et Magistra 194) and the Second Vatican Council: “Therefore from the moment of its conception life must be guarded with the greatest care while abortion and infanticide are unspeakabl

e crimes.” (GS 51).  It is superfluous for me to exhort you to live your love life in purity. You have everything to gain and will help your boyfriend make big gains in every way as well.  I wish you the best for your future. I recommend you to the Lord and bless you. Father Angelo 

[everythingelseisextra]

Oof, well, I'm not sure if I can tag ten people, I don't really know that many people on here, but I'll do my best and tag who I can.

Also, @emotionalcadaver Roman Holiday by Halsey was one of my summer songs last year, such a vibe (and very interesting in a storywriting perspective)

Anyway:

The Night We Met by Amber Run (it's somehow sadder than the original version)

You're Gonna Go Far by Noah Kahan

Alone Together by Del Water Gap

Midnight City by M83

Eloise by Penny and Sparrow

Watching Connell Play by Stephen Rennicks (Soundtrack of Normal People)

Partners In Crime by FINNEAS

New Americana by Halsey

Time by Angelo De Augustine

Agape by Bear's Den

Tagging: @look-at-the-soul @queenshelby @evita-shelby @theshelbyslimited @babayaga67 @weaponizedvirtue

That's all I got for tagging... sorry, I wish I could do better haha. I just don't know enough people.

Ten Songs + Ten People

Rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs that come up, then tag 10 other people

Thank you for the tag, @runnning-outof-time!

Tagging @unluckycat111, @amyowl470, @moral-terpitude, @shelbydelrey, @eclecticwildflowers, @scaryscarecrows, @confidentandgood, @cillmequick, @peakyltd, @everythingelseisextra

Don't Pray for Me by Within Temptation

Angels in the Wind by Burn the Ballroom

Last Ride of the Day by Nightwish

Faster by Within Temptation

Die With Your Boots On by Iron Maiden

Swimming Home by Evanescence

Roman Holiday by Halsey

Call Me Little Sunshine by Ghost

Haunted (Live from Le Zenith, France 2004) by Evanescence

Damage Case by Metallica

[stablementalityiswear]

Solangelo: *making out*

Nico: uhm... Will? You have a little... problem

Will: uhhh

Will, internally: shit shit shit okay okay sentences think of a sentence!

Will, externally: ducks are cute!

Will, internally: for fucks sake you are an idiot, RELEVANT SENTENCES

[parkersbliss]

may i request five hargreeves x reader who acts like harley quinn 🥺🫶

i hope you like this! i tried to nail her personality but thank you for the request!! <3

Massacre | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x female reader

wc; 1.3k

warnings: violence, cursing

synopsis: partners in crime or partners for life? take downs with five are always fun… for you at least

requests: CLOSED

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt list

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You look around you, twirling your hair around your finger with a frown. “I can’t believe they picked here out of all places. We could’ve gone to like Los Angelos, Dubai somewhere fun!”

Five sighs. “We’re not here for fun, (Y/N). We’re here on business.”

You pout a little more, sticking out your bottom lip. “Oh c’mon, you can’t tell me some part of you is not itching for the thrill of killing the board.”

“I’m doing this for my family.” There’s a short pause before he adds. “And you.”

You smile, “Aw, aren’t you just the sweetest!”

Five rolls his eyes, strolling into the building and smiling at the lady. You, on the other hand, find yourself engulfed in the scenery. Particularly the cat and rabbit statue. You had a feeling it was coming home with you as a souvenir.

“Excuse me?” Five asked.

“Uff da! You snuck up on me there,” The woman gasps, eyeing the two children in front of her. “If you’re looking for the cookies, we don’t put ‘em out til three.”

“Cookies?” You ask excitedly. “Oooh, what type?”

“She can hardly wait,” Five said, a little strain in his voice. “Uh, do you happen to know where the midwest soybean society is meeting?

“Sure do! Muskellunge banquet room. You looking for your mom? She in the convention?”

You look around absentmindedly, boredom settling in, and you decide to walk around. Or well, you tried before Five grabbed your hand and pulled you right back next to him. You sigh in defeat, crossing your arms.

“Hey, could I get some change?” Five asked, eyeing something just over the lady's shoulder.

“Oh sure, I’ll just look in my purse,” she chirps, unzipping it and digging around. “Only a nickel and a couple of dimes… oh, you are in luck, mister!”

She grabs the change and drops it in Five’s hand as you begin tapping your foot against the floor in annoyance. You were dying to get in that room and create a bloody massacre. It felt like it had been forever since you got an assignment. Which it kind of has been since you and Five left the commission.

“You know, some say the best luck is to die at the right time,” Five remarked, walking away.

You grin at the lady. “So let’s hope today’s not your lucky day.”

She blinks at you, a frown marring her features, and you just shrug, skipping up to Five.

He slips in the change, pressing a few buttons and waiting.

“So you weren’t gonna ask me if I wanted anything?”

“Sorry, did you want kiss my ass or fuck you?”

You gasp, slapping a hand against your chest. “Well, now that’s not very nice of you.”

“I’m not exactly in a nice mood, my dear.”

He huffs when his fudge nutter fails to fall towards the slot. His hands ball into fists, and he begins punching and kicking the machine, uttering curses the whole time. You just let him do his thing. The angrier he is, the more fun the massacre.

The vending machine shatter and Five angrily stomps off. You push yourself off the wall, grabbing a fudge nutter and tucking it in your pocket to give to him later. You follow after him, watching as he swipes a finger across the cake. He likes the icing off his finger, grabbing an ax by a table and waiting for you.

You grab a fistful of cake, licking the rest of it off your fingertips and cocking your head at Five. “Sorry, did you want any?”

“(Y/N).”

You giggle, grabbing the other ax and twirling it in your hands. “C’mon, baby boy, let’s have some fun!”

Five kicks the door open, holding his ax in hand while you smile.

“You!” AJ exclaimed, slamming his hands down on the table. “Call security!”

Before the lady can, you swing your ax through an arc in the air and watch as it cuts clean through, and she slumps to the ground. You let out a loud cheer. “Let’s get this party started!”

“What are you doing?” AJ yells as Five teleports to the other side of the room, and the massacre begins.

You throw your ax at the person closest to you, watching as their head falls to the ground. You brush off the blood on your shoulder before grabbing the ax and resuming pace. You stand back to back with Five, laughing the whole time, as you send your ax into various heads, blood splattering everywhere. One tries to grab you, and you gasp. You shove the ax straight through their chest. “That’s no way to treat a lady!”

You survey the room, blood drenching the table and your clothes. You stand next to a group slumped in their chairs, one missing his head, the other’s throat slit open, and your ax stuck in the back of the other’s head. “Photo op!” You squeal.

“She sent you, didn’t she?” AJ asked as Five appeared in front of him. You yank your ax from the back of the man’s head, using your finger to wipe off the brain matter before standing by Five, leaning on the said ax.

“Does it really matter now?” You said with a fake pout. "Poor little AJ. A stupid, little goldfish I could eat for dinner."

“What ever she offered you, I will double it, triple it!” AJ begs.

Your eyes light up. “What are we talking? I could really go for—”

Suddenly a body tackles you to the floor, and you scream. “Get off me, you pig!”

“You’re gonna for that vending machine, little miss,” The lady shouts as you thrash in her grip. You roll your eyes, it wasn't even you!

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Five said, appearing behind her.

“I do. In fact, I’ll enjoy carving the eyes out of your head and feeding them to my cats," You snarl.

“Hurt me? Oh, I ain’t afraid of you, you little pus ball,” she sneers.

“All right, that’s it. Hands off her.” Five lands a hard kick across the lady’s face, and she lands next to you unconscious.

He offers you a hand, pulling you to your feet. “My dear.”

“Where did AJ go?” You asked, ignoring Five’s lingering gaze on you.

“Shit!” He groans.

“He’s a fish, Five. He didn’t get far.”

You grab your ax off the ground while Five runs out of the room. As expected AJ isn’t even halfway down the hall. Five teleports right in front of him with a shit-eating grin.

“This isn’t your style Five,” AJ begins. “Doing the Handler’s dirty work?”

Five shrugs. “No, you’re right. It’s hers.”

You step up, ax hanging off your shoulder. “Hiya there, AJ!”

“Surely, we can come to some sort of agreement that benefits both parties. Quid pro quo? What do you say?” He asked, stumbling back.

“Why not?” Five said, grabbing a piece of wood.

“Here’s your quid,” He shouts, slamming AJ’s stomach, “here’s your pro!”

“No, please, please, no!”

“And here’s your quo!” You laugh, driving the ax into his glass bowl and watching as the fish flops on the ground.

You let him suffer just for a few minutes before Five grabs a bag full of water and slips him in.

“Well, that was fun,” You said cheekily. “It’s just like the old days. Honestly, this might be my new favorite mission.”

“Is that so?” Five said bitterly.

You poke Five’s cheek. “Don’t be so glum. I know you enjoyed that.”

“I did what I had to do.”

“What you were trained to do.”

Five clicks his tongue but says nothing more.

“I just think the blood-drenched outfit suits you. That’s all, baby.”

Five sighs and stops in his tracks, facing you and your bright eyes. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and wipes some blood from your face.

“We’re going home now, (Y/N).”

You just smile. “Home is wherever you are.”

If there wasn’t blood covering Five’s face, you might’ve said he was blushing. You reach into your pocket and hand him the fudge nutter. He chuckles but takes it.

“You know you drive me insane, right?” He asked.

“Only in the best kind of way.”

Five just hums his agreement.

[snackleggg]

My Rise headcanon on what everyone has everyone else saved as in their contacts:

Raph:

• Leo - Pinky

• Donnie - and the Brain

• Mikey - Master chef

• April - The only one not heightening my blood pressure

• Casey - Sparring partner

• Splinter - Lou Jitsu (Dad)

• Draxum - Barry (other dad I guess)

• Casey jr - Junior

Leo:

• Raph - Gentle Giant

• Donnie - Brainiac

• Mikey - Baby boy

• April - God Is A Woman

• Casey - Partner in crime

• Splinter - You're my Dad! Boogie woogie woogie

• Draxum - Guy who threw me off a roof

• Casey jr - Junior

Donnie:

• Leo - Tweedledum

• Raph - Mountain man

• Mikey - Designer

• April - The common sense

• Casey - Banned from my lab

• Splinter - Papa

• Draxum - Mystic Scientist

• Casey jr - Junior

Mikey:

• Raph - Favourite big brother

• Leo - Banned from the kitchen

• Donnie - Shelldon's dad

• April - Big sister

• Casey - Spray paint buddy

• Splinter - Dad!

• Draxum - Dad 2!

• Casey jr - Junior

April:

• Raph - Big guy

• Leo - Am I the drama?

• Donnie - I am good at emotion

• Mikey - Angelo? More like sweet little angel

• Casey - Hey sister!

• Splinter - Splints

• Draxum - Inventor of the glow stick

• Casey jr - Junior

Casey (Cassandra):

• Raph - Tries to stop the bar fight

• April - Wins the bar fight

• Leo - Starts the bar fight

• Donnie - Recording the bar fight

• Mikey - Eating popcorn while watching the bar fight

• Splinter - Rat man

• Draxum - Goat man

• Casey jr - Junior

Draxum:

• Raph - Alligator Snapping Turtle

• Leo - Red Eared Slider

• Donnie - Spiny Softshell Turtle

• Mikey - Box Turtle

• April - Human I tolerate 1

• Casey - Human I tolerate 2

• Splinter - Return my calls Lou

• Casey jr - Junior

Splinter:

• Raph - Red

• Leo - Blue

• Donnie - Purple

• Mikey - Orange

• April - Honorary Daughter

• Casey - The stabby one

• Draxum - Guy I'm co-parenting with

• Casey jr - Junior

Casey jr:

• Raph - Raphael

• Leo - Sensei

• Donnie - Master Donatello

• Mikey - Master Michealangelo

• April - Commander O'Neil

• Casey - Mom

• Draxum - The Barron

• Splinter - Grandpa