#I had people getting mad at me for this like dante is not a side character he is the protagonist of his own series

[kiyosato-yuri]

something about Ryōshū and Yoshihide

[might be a bit offensive, most is personal thought about Yoshihide and how PM build Ryōshū at the moment]

As someone who love Ryōshū, me and my friend wanted to make this post

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In Jigoku hen (Hell’s Screen), Yoshihide is a peculiar, arrogant, and conceited painter who looks down on all rules and traditions. He’s someone who cast away the Five Constants 五常 ( 義 justice, 禮 politeness, 智 wisdom, 信 fidelity and 仁 benevolence) to pursue art.

「あゝ、これでございます、これを描く為めに、あの恐ろしい出来事が起つたのでございます。又さもなければ如何に良秀でもどうしてかやうに生々と奈落の苦艱が画かれませう。

あの男はこの屏風の絵を仕上げた代りに、命さへも捨てるやうな、無惨な目に出遇ひました。云はゞこの絵の地獄は、本朝第一の絵師良秀が、自分で何時か墜ちて行く地獄だつたのでございます.... 。」

“It was for this reason, indeed, his consuming desire to paint this picture, that the terrible incident occurred. If it had not been for this event, how could even Yoshihide have succeeded in painting that graphic picture of the tortures and agonies in Hell? 

So, he could complete the picture, his life had to come to a miserable end. Indeed, it was to this very Hell in his picture, that Yoshihide, the greatest painter in Japan, had condemned himself.”

In the game, Ryōshū is depicted almost exactly the same way, if not more explicitly deranged than the original. There are numerous moments in the game that describe her eyes lighting up when she starts “painting” or marveling at piles of [censored] meats while exclaiming in delight.

You don’t even have to look so far—just read the uptie story of Warp Corp. Ryōshū. It vividly portrays her happiness and joy in cleaning up the hellscape created by centuries of despair-driven madness. I'll even quote here

"I get to visit a museum, an exhibition featuring brand-new pieces of art every single day. All that for a bit of physical labor." "When this train that people take without giving it a second thought, every single day...Turned out to be a gallery of arts, sculpted with chisels of time! While I was impressed with how well they were hiding this truth from the public... three words came to mind. This. Is. It.

" In hindsight, I was so absorbed with chasing after and creating my own art "

"One that wrapped its flesh around the plush side of the seat, embodying a new chair with extra cushioning...One that is an amalgam of many, taking the shape of a new organism and lurching on... Though I wouldn't classify that as 'art'. Not yet."

"Shambling without intent is… in the end, insufficient to be called art. It is incomplete at best. I butcher them. Because the company ordered me to make them easier to clean up. To interfere with the process of involuntary art isn't to my liking, no… But that doesn't happen very often. Besides, there is plenty to be gained from the rest."

If that’s doesn't prove much, in the opening moments of the game, she’s visibly enjoying watching people get tossed into a bus to be crushed into fuel, while Sinclair is terrified, and Dante is questioning the morality of what’s happening.

With such evidence, there’s no way to claim her sadistic tendencies are just a façade or mask—it’s her bare essence. And that’s without even touching on her masochistic tendencies, which honestly make Yoshihide seem tame in comparison when it comes to twisted and warped personalities.

Ryōshū and Yoshihide are both artists consumed by blind, inescapable devotion to their craft. They are the kind of people who would willingly open the gates of hell and hurl themselves inside. They are also inevitably doomed to fall into Avīci Hell.

And as for being sad? Was Jigoku hen supposed to be a tragic tale of a father losing his daughter? Was Yoshihide meant to be a character that evokes sympathy for his suffering? Absolutely and definitely not.

Yoshihide himself opened the gates of hell and threw himself in—no one pushed him. He discarded the Five Constants and trampled over human lives in the name of art.

「檳榔毛の車にも火をかけよう。又その中にはあでやかな女を一人、上﨟のをさせて乗せて遣はさう。炎と黒煙とに攻められて、する、車―それを描かうと思ひついたのは、流石に天下第一の絵師ぢや。褒めてとらす。おゝ褒めてとらすぞ」

"A charming woman dressed up like a court lady shall ride in the carriage. Writhing amidst the deadly flames and black smoke, the lady in the carriage will die in agony. Your suggestion of finding such a model for your picture does you full credit as the greatest painter in the whole country. I praise you. I praise you highly."

What Yoshihide receives at the end of the story is the consequence of his own actions. In the end, he finishes painting the hellish screen—only after watching his beloved daughter burn alive before his eyes—and then hangs himself. The masterpiece he created was painted with the agony of witnessing his daughter’s death, and yet, just moments after despair, he finds joy and radiance in it. At his core, Yoshihide is still a painter who sacrifices goodness for the sake of beauty.

He’s no different from his original inspiration, Ryōshū in Uji Shūi Monogatari (Tales of a Rainy Night), who took delight in watching his house burn, his wife and children still inside. Akutagawa’s addition of a sense of love and grief in Yoshihide is a form of punishment—because while the original Ryōshū lost his humanity, Yoshihide still feels pain, which haunts him after completing his masterpiece.

「その火の柱を前にして、凝り固まつたやうに立つてゐる良秀は― 何と云ふ不思議な事でございませう。あのさつきまで地獄の責苦に悩んでゐたやうな良秀は 、今は云ひやうのない輝きを、さながら恍惚とした法悦の輝きを、皺だらけな満面に浮べながら、大殿様の御前も忘れたのか、両腕をしつかり胸に組んで、佇んでゐるではございませんか。

それがどうもあの男の眼の中には、娘の悶え死ぬ有様が映つてゐないやうなのでございます。唯美しい火焔の色と、その中に苦しむ女人の姿とが、限りなく心を悦ばせる― さう云ふ景色に見えました。」

"In front of the pillar of fire, Yoshihide stood still, rooted to the ground. What a wonderful transfiguration he had undergone! A mysterious radiance, a kind of blissful ecstasy, showed on the wrinkled face of Yoshihide who had been agonized by the tortures of hell until a minute before.

His arms were tightly crossed on his chest as if he had forgotten that he was in the presence of the Grand Lord. No longer did his eyes seem to mirror the image of his daughter's agonized death. His eyes seemed to delight beyond measure in the beautiful color of the flame and the form of the woman writhing in her last infernal tortures."

Because of how Jigoku hen is written, readers are left with the impression that “Yoshihide, despite his twisted nature, still has humanity.” But they forget how much pleasure he took in watching his daughter burn. Now they project what they read onto Ryōshū… even though the game hasn’t explored her backstory? So far, the game hasn’t dropped a single hint about Ryōshū’s backstory. She remains one of the most mysterious sinners on the bus. None of the uptie stories for her IDs provide even a shred of evidence that she’s secretly melancholic like Gregor.

What we can confirm is that she cherishes her sword, has some connection to the Five Fingers, and always speaks up when the topic of family comes up. Using the original work as a basis to interpret a character is fine but announcing your personal interpretation as fact while accusing others of not understanding the character is like running ahead of the car you're supposed to be riding.

Ryōshū, Sinner No. 4 of Limbus Company, is a violence-loving mystery of a character with shady connections, an artist who finds beauty in the grotesque. While this is not the entirety of her character, it is who she is. 

Ryōshū is Ryōshū—not Don Quixote or Rodion with a mask slapped on.

Liking her for her violent and twisted nature doesn’t make you a fool. It’s not the same as liking someone and then realizing the person you admired was merely putting on an act or presenting a beautiful façade. If PM later explores a more humanizing or empathetic aspect of Ryōshū, your reaction would likely be, “Oh, so Ryōshū still has humanity/she also has this side to her?” There might be some surprises, but it definitely wouldn’t feel like being deceived.

Even though I’m pretty sure most of the Ryōshū’s shrimp pond will continue simping for her because of her twisted nature as it is now. Either way, even if Ryōshū is shown to have humanity, she’ll still be Ryōshū—she’ll still turn people into a heap of [CENSORED] and call it art. That’s also how Akutagawa described Yoshihide up until the moment he ceased to live.

From start to finish, Yoshihide was always the blind painter single-mindedly pursuing his art, to the point that even his last shred of humanity couldn’t overcome his identity as an artist. As some analysts point out, the last remnants of Yoshihide’s humanity were burned away with the monkey that threw itself into the flames after his daughter.

「さうして朱塗のやうな袖格子がばらくと焼け落ちる中にのけ反つた娘の肩を抱いて、帛を裂くやうな鋭い声を、何とも云へず苦しさうに、長く煙の外へ飛ばせました。続いて又、二声三声 ― 私たちは我知らず、あつと同音に叫びました。

壁代のやうな焔を後にして、娘の肩に縋つてゐるのは、堀河の御邸に繋いであつた、あの良秀と諢名のある猿だつたのでございますから。その猿が何処をどうしてこの御所まで、忍んで来たか、それは勿論誰にもわかりません。」

“Amidst the burned crimson-lacquered lattice which was crumbling in pieces, it put it hands on the warped shoulders of the girl, and gave, out of the screens of black smoke, a long and piercing shriek of intense grief like the tearing of silk, then again two or three successive screams. Involuntarily we gave a unanimous outcry of surprise. 

What was holding fast to the shoulders of the dead girl, with the red curtain of blazing flames behind it, was the monkey, which went by the nickname of Yoshihide at the mansion of Horikawa.”

That would be Ryoshu, following the original Yoshihide's portrayal most closely—not some tragic, repressed character. As for how Project Moon plans to cook her up, only they know. They’re keeping it under wraps, so no player can analyze her in depth just yet. What if they decide to make her a fusion dance of the lord, the painter, and the daughter?

For those who like Ryoshu because she’s a handsome, domineering figure—well, lucky you, no worries there.

[lyra-kane]

Here are my ranking of characters in the caraval/ouabh world (it's long read at ur own risk)

1.jacks ..duh

The archer? The prince of hearts? Imagine having more iconic titles than these!

I really love his character it's very well written. He's not the typical morally gray who is always grumpy he has a really good sense of dark humor, which adds more to his character. Bro also literally dyed his hair blue after he got his heart broken, and he eats apple to stop his urge from kissing? I can't..😭 the way he teased eva? Hehehe, he had me giggling. I love sm their banter! Also, don't get me started on "there's nothing of equal value to me" bro just take my heart😔🫶 also him trying to teach eva how to defend herself then come saving her each time>>>

2.Evangeline

She literally the softest character and she didn't lose her feminine vibes and got cold because the world was against her she fought for what she believes in and LITERALLY THE FIRST FMC TO CONFEESS TO THE ML also she's vulnerable and forgiving she still had progress at the end ! She's the best example of coquette girl 🎀🩷 she isn't blinded by revenge like other mc she just want to live happily with jacks and she didn't sit and wish for it to happen she fought for love! She confessed to Jacks , and she kissed him herself! she's one of my favorite FMC!🥰💕

3.Scarlett

Scarlett is the most caring person she always put other needs above herself, especially if it comes to her sister since she was her only family I think when their mother left she felt like she had to fill that role since older sister kinda have a protective side to their younger siblings she even was ready to marry a man by his letters for that, I'm so glad she meet Julian because they just fit together! The way she was ready to make him hate her just so he can be free... I love that woman, a true empress indeed❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🤌

4. Julian santos

I will try to keep it short from now! I love that men the way he only had was following his brother's script, but he was ready to change it just for her , bro even gave a day from his life for her so she'd wake up to not miss the game. He got a crimson tattoo to not forget her😭 he was ready to fight to save her at the end ! They're literally my babies..😔💓also we're getting his pov in the spectacular hehehehe🤭

5. Lala

I just love iconic women who love fashion, ngl. I was mad at her when I learned she was responsible for the curse, but in the end jacks did worse things💀, plus she did save eva she also supported her till the end!girlie was ready to kill aurora for her! Also, I hope she can finally find love, and it lasts! I need a book for her with chaos, hehehe 🤭

6.chaos

Ok, i was mad when he killed eva, but I get it. I can't imagine being turned to a vampire, then had to wear a helmet for God knows how many years that prevent me from drinking blood. It's not like he had control on himself, but I'm sure he was traumatized when he realized what he did! I'm so curious to learn more about him too, and plus he did have iconic moments that made me giggle 🤭 I also have a thing for vampires ...😔💕

7. Dontella

Ok, to be honest, I'm neutral about her. I don't like her nor hate her. Yes, she was annoying sometimes, but do I think that she deserves to HATED ? No hate is a strong word. Also, I actually would defend her from the people who accuse her of not caring about scarlet.. I mentioned it before in another post..

8.legend

Ok, cool, sometimes , but ugh, I hate how he treated Julian sm...also the whole grandma thing...ik he's immortal and old, but why stephanie?😭

I'm not a fan of him. Also neutral although he does have moments I enjoyed, like when he visited tella Dreams or some moments as dante, i hope he grows on me in spectacular 👍

[thesupreme316]

Could I have some of your favourite wrestlers reacting to the fem!reader heel turn

I GOT U (sorry for how long it took me)

Pairing(s): Hook x Fem!Reader (Platonic?), Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader (Platonic), Darius Martin x Fem!Reader (Platonic), Dante Martin x Fem!Reader (Platonic), Daniel Garcia x Fem!Reader (Platonic?), Samoa Joe x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Summary: How would these men react to you turning heel?

Word Count: 849

Supreme Speaks: hiiiii, I might do these reaction scenarios more often cause this was fun to write (so please send in more). To @hookerforhook sorry that this took me so long but its here neow. Also I hope everyone is doing well and please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: slightly proofread, gifs are not mine, i repeat gifs ARE NOT MINE

Taglist (if you wanna be a part of it, lemme know): @hookerforhook @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @wwenhlimagines @triscillal

To the locker room and the AEW fans, your character was a very talented wrestler but always saw the good in people. Which often leads you to be hurt physically and emotionally. So after one too many broken hearts, you decided to turn heel.

How you turn heel is completely up to you so choose your adventure (I also included examples). You either…

Attacked your teammate after losing another tag team match (Bayley on Sasha Banks)

Attacked your good friend due to you being jealous of them (anyone really)

Didn’t allow your tag team partner to tag you in the match, making your team lose (Tbh I could find an exact moment but Layla on AJ Lee)

Attacked the referee and your opponent after losing the title match (Michelle McCool on Maria/Becky Lynch on Charlotte)

You got offered a better deal by the rival team and decided to take it (Seth Rollins on the Shield)

Eddie Kingston

This man would be so calm about it

*after you attacked your friend* “Well, they had it coming”

Would not see you differently

In fact he would just be happy that you’re whooping ass and you’re not taking any shit from people

Still keeps it 100 with you about things

“If you attack them from behind, then you’re a coward. But if you hit them in the face, then you’re a real one”

In his eyes, you’re not a heel but you’re not a face

You’re just a person going through emotions and decided to let them out

Eddie understands you cause no one is truly/fully on one side or the other

I think Eddie would just say as long as you don’t hurt him physically or emotionally, then you’re good

Overall…Eddie is happy you chose violence as your answer

Hook

It’ll definitely surprise him

He didn’t take you one for being a heel

But isn’t mad at the idea

Silent with his opinions 

But tbh I think he would believe the whole 180 change with you is hot

“You look very good…Almost too good.” 

Will tell you that he likes the aggressive yet playful mood you display in the ring now

Loves the change in ring gear and theme song

Will wear your new merch in instagram pictures

Honestly, might inspire him to turn heel himself

Overall…Hook loves to see this new attitude within you

Samoa Joe

OH THIS MAN IS A MENACE

NOW THIS MAN IS AN ACTUAL HEEL

He would automatically smirk and congrats you  

“Welcome to the dark side”

I genuinely believe he would become a fan of you

Constantly reference you or just show his support on twitter (cause that man is a menace)

Gives you tips on how to appear more of a threat to your opponents

I believe that this Joe would become a mentor

100% would teach you the Coquina Clutch

Will laugh when you embarrass your opponent

“I taught them that! I did that!”

Overall…Samoa Joe would be that supportive father who’s just happy you joined him

Top Flight (Darius and Dante Martin)

OKAY HERE ME OUT….they are all for it IM JUST SAYIN-

At first, Darius and Dante would be sad about it

Would be more saddened at the fact you have to stand across the ring from them instead of next to them

But will recognize that you are happier and are getting a lot more credit and camera time because of the turn

Will put your overall happiness over how they feel

Will still hang out with you behind the cameras (obvi)

Helps you decide on new moves or highflying moves you can do

Will hype you up backstage as you kick ass

“Kick her in the face Y/N!”

Will post pictures of you with the caption “We stan with Y/N”

Overall…Top Flight will be so supportive of you no matter what

Daniel Garcia

MENACE PT.2

“I CALLED IT”

Would immediately offer you a spot in JAS (please decline…)

Like Joe, Daniel would also reference you in tweets

I would like to believe that he would also start flirting with you 

Just full on rizz game on 100

“I may not be a photographer, but I can picture us together.”

Like Hook, would also believe this new attitude of yours is hot

Makes fun of your opponents and taunt them backstage (in effort to get you to join JAS, again say no)

Will also make fun of you (lightheartedly) and compare you to him

Will retweet you and start a banter with you just for shits and giggles

“So you think you can take my place as AEW’s favorite child?” “You were never anyone’s favorite.” “Take that back!”

Overall…Daniel would become infatuated with you and is happy for you

[kboo1999]

Chicago P.D. Season 12, Episode 2: "Blood Bleeds Blue"

yaeah forgot, how still big mad i am at them for this

oh ruz

this is not what to do sir

is this going to be the "new" actual officer

oh wow...if this is her, she's showing her toughness

ahhhh!!! yessss!!! atwater!!!!

i love that kev was the first from intelligence to come to adam's side

i guess i did kinda miss patrol being more involved...it was just different when it was burgess & atwater or even burgess &

yes for telling him to grab it

cook. lol.

oh no. ruzek is going silent deadly mode...

anyone else find it interesting how anytime that they've introduced a new female character, kim has NOT been in that particular episode...

ugh. hate this.

"he's just a tiny little thing"

officer cook is pretty hilarious it seems

boys? plural?? hold up. whatttt??????!??!!??!

oh yeahhhhhh torres!!!!

lol. dante. hank calls him dante now???!!!?!?!!?!!!

i really hope that next epsiode 12x3 brings the same that 11x3 brought with all the. domestic Burzek

i love all this multi team up between units, teams, etc - patrol, all of platt's people, and more - people being concerned about martel

yeahhhhhh, this officer cook is funny as fucking hell. she really said, "dumbass"

oh..no...kevin's face. it says it all.

omfg. i guess martel really had a lot of people that liked her..

ugh. poor ruzek.

really hank???

OCD teams...

these kids trip me fucking out!!!! like immediately taking defense against the cops just because

this kid is very knowledgeable, though

yyeaaahhhh. this dad, daryl. he screams bad news frf

lol. not i didn't want to know. that should tell you all that you ever need to know about someone.

yes officer, yessss!!!

oh no.

i forgot he even had the blood on his hands to begin with

yes. see officer cook. yes. good.

um...so the kid grabbed a gun.

exactly why the hell. ohhhhh. yep. so the kid is going after his dad. at least that's what I'm assuming

bruh. these people and aiming guns at the cops like that ...

ugh. and these damn kids.

really kid?? really?

yes, torres yes!!!!!

lol. not the my dad's crazy.

"until you hear direct word from officer ruzek" agh!!!! ⎯ i love that, adam deserves to be in charge of these things again, he's more than earned it, and been in intelligence the longest.

lol damn - adam was mother fucking ready

and boom. it all goes boom.

aww, hank's little run up to adam and trying to get through to adam is wild.

really dig officer cook.

sooo, maybe it's adam that's going to get his gold shield then?

um interesting. so we're going straight into a atwater centric episode.

ADAM RUZEK

oh ruz

god. poor ruz.

and kim is not here to be with him.

this is not what to do sir

ruzek goes crazy when. in vengeance mode, we know that

aww, the way that adam says, "he's just a tiny little thing"

soooooo, is he ever going to at least give kim like a quick call or text to let her know that he's at least alive??

awww, kim is calling!!!!

but seriously, lol wow, it's like i just knew there connection would lead to kim and adam

i am curious as to if makayla stayed with adam, or if she's with kim at her little conference

not adam knowing it's hank before he even pulled into his peripheral

and she calls againnnnn!!!!

awww!!!!! the pic of Kim & Makayla as Kim's contact pic

lol your wife. the fact that she assumed it was his wife. like yes duhhhhh!!! DEFINITELY HIS WIFEY!!!!

soon to be.

awwwhhh.

you can't!!! you just can't???

OMFG. ADAM. DO NOT BE THIS VERSION OF ADAM AGAIN. please!!!!!

oh hell. adam!!!

yes. this reminds me of OG ADAM RUZEK!!! ⎯ the adam that i feel in love withhh

oh no. ruz. he's shaking so bad

so based on the progression and word usage of this episode, I'm going to go out on a limb here, and assume that it's adam that's going to be promoted to detective

OFFICER COOK

the toughness

she really without hesitation dove into partnering up with adam

officer cook is pretty damn hilarious it seems

this chick is funny!!!

she really without hesitation dove into partnering up with adam

"dumbass", lol i cannnnooooottttt, she's funny lol

yes officer cook, yessss!!!

that was a nice little love tap to the side of the car there officer cook

oh hell!!!!!!

he really drove off with her ass on the hood.

and then she still hung in there and got a damn shot off

she's a badass. i like her. i like her a lot!!

ATWATER

love that kev was the first to get there for adam from intelligence

kinda hate that atwater seemed to have been "stuck" (can't really think of any other word for it then that)

DISTRICT 21

i love that they finally showed us some of the rest of the district

it's been a really long time since they've all been keyed in and involved

TRUDY (MF) PLATT

oh trudyyyyy lol. i missed ma ladyyy, hardcore!!!

yessssss, platt heard intelligence, and was like hell fucking nah.

platt heard the ruzek part and was hell nah bruh

god. seriously. i love a trudy platt.

the way that trudy loves adam is just ahh.

BURZEK

soooooo, is he ever going to at least give kim like a quick call or text to let her know that he's at least alive??

i am curious as to if makayla stayed with adam, or if she's with kim at her little conference

and she calls againnnnn!!!!

lol your wife. the fact that she assumed it was his wife. like yes duhhhhh!!! DEFINITELY HIS WIFEY!!!!

soon to be.

awwwhhh.

you can't!!! you just can't???

OMFG. ADAM. DO BE THIS VERSION OF ADAM AGAIN. please!!!!!

OFFICER RUZEK & OFFICER COOK

lol wife!!!. the fact that she assumed it was his wife. like yes, YESSSSS DEFINITELY HIS WIFEY!!!! - adam's little "soon to be", i am loving this whole thing

“officer cook you alright?” - the slight desperation in adam’s voice there

the way that adam gave props and recognition. a wonderful man.

HANK VOIGHT

the way that hank walks when he's rushing. lol.

DANTE TORRES

aww, dante torres. one of the best additions to the team..

seriously just mmmm. another torres sighting.

torres and this car crack me tf up!!!!

it's a good way to stay undercover though

god. the way he talks. *sigh* i love him.

i love torres and all his tats

i also just love dante torres as a whole. he's an amazing and delicious man

forgot how amazing and quick torres is. such an on your feet thinker….

you can tell he cares soooo much too...

DEPUTY REID

Deputy Reid…yeah. seems like he's going to be a good addition, fr fr. maybe we can actually keep him

PADDY

well damn paddy. what did you do turning your off break?? cause babbbbyyyyyy, them muscles are yelling 💪🏼

[hotdilfs11]

Mafia Boss-Thomas Shelby x Reader pt4

Rest of the parts

✩summary: The Shelby knew this girl when she was very little. However, when her mother passed away (at 16) everything changed and everyone drifted away from each other. Now after seven years Veronica is a mafia boss in her fathers business. Her father sent her to Birmingham on business, will this play off well?

✩pairings:girl named Veronica(POC) x Thomas Shelby

✩warnings: none

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The morning came early as I woke up in bed watching the sun leaked through my window. The morning air was crisp and fresh, and everything came into focus as I sat up from my bed and looked around the glib room. I started to remember what I have to do today, and the weight of frustration and stress started to fall on my back. I slowly crept out of bed, not wanting to do my task for today, but I knew I had to get it over with. My foot caressed the cold frigid floor as I started to step out of bed and to get dressed

1:50 PM

I was in my office going over some paperwork and some other tasks my father had assigned me for the week. I heard a roaring sound echo through the air as I looked down to realize it was my phone. I pick it up from the side of me and realize it's my father calling.

"Hello!" I say nonchalantly.

"Hey, dear, how was it with the peaky blinders?" he said tiredly on the phone. Then I remembered that the time is different in New York compared to here in Birmingham.

I glanced at my watch. "It's good I’m meeting them today at four o'clock; I’m about to leave in a minute."

"That's good, just give me an update about them every week. I don’t need anything going bad, and I know they're known for that." He was cautious about Peaky Blinders. I think he was actually concerned.

"Yes, I know, dad, I've got to go." I quickly hung up the phone with him. I forgot that half of the Peaky Blinders old businesses went to shit because they messed it up themselves. I honestly hope they know who they’re working for because if not, they're in for a ride.

I started to grab my things and put on my coat as I left my condo to ride to Birmingham for the first time in seven years. I felt like I wanted to throw up while the feeling of sadness overwhelmed me as I went into my hometown, remembering everything I loved and hated about it. All the good times and the bad times leading up to my mother's death

3:35 PM

I showed up at the garrison, and it looked like any other pub you'll ever see. It has a boxy shape with a mysterious jet-black exterior. On the top, it says "The Garrison Tavern" in yellow letters with a white outline.

"Madam," Dante says as he opens the door right in front of the garrison. I smile and say, "Thank you, Dante, and I only need one bodyguard today, not the other ones."

Dante was still holding the car door for me, waiting for me to get out of the car. I got out of the car and walked towards the pub, swinging the rustic door open. I walked through the door, taking in the smell of cigarettes and whiskey. However, I noticed how manly and vintage it looked, with a modern twist to it. I spotted Arthur working behind the counter, serving drinks to people. He quickly noticed me the second I walked in with Dante.

He looked at me. "Hey Ronnie," he said with a smile while serving drinks to a customer. He looked weirdly happy. I honestly thought he would be mad because of how I acted yesterday.

I started walking towards the bar, sitting on one of the hard and uncomfortable stools. "Hey Arthur, where are we all meeting again?".

"Uh..I think in Tommy's office maybe since it's quick," he said as he started pouring someone else a drink. "I think he's back there honest."

"Okay, thank you, dear," I say, getting up from the stool.

I walk towards Tommy's door, knocking on it softly. "Come in," he said with a husky voice.

The door knob creaked as I twisted it, opening the door and revealing Tommy behind his desk. I saw Polly and John sitting on two of the three chairs right in front of his desk.

"Come in, sit” ,Tommy demands.

I turned to Dante, who was hovering over me. "Stay out here, Dante; I’ll be okay," I told him. He stepped out of the room as I walked over to sit next to John.

I turn towards John and Polly. "Ok, before we start, I want to apologize for how I acted, but you guys have to understand who I am as a person in this moment of my life," I said softly.

John made eye contact with me as his eyes softened up. "It's okay, V, I understand," he said in a sincere voice. My eyes widened as those words fell out of John's mouth. I wasn't expecting him to actually say he understood; I didn’t think he would be understanding at all. I was expecting more from Polly to say something, but she just gave me a blank, angry stare. She looked so disappointed at how I tuned out to be this way while everyone else seemed a bit happy or just unbothered. I expected the boys to be mad, not Polly, and now this just made me very upset with myself, but I also had a resentment towards her.

"Ok, so what's your answer?" I say quickly, looking back at Tommy, trying not to fill my head with emotion.

"Yes, we’ll go into business with you; I already told Arthur." Tommy says quickly as he analyzed me. He glanced over my body, sending me a chill through my me.

"Ok, great, now there are things I’ll need from all of you and Arthur," I say with a sturdy voice.

I tell them I need all of their personal information, including emails, where they live, family and friends, and who they live with, as a safety measure. I ask this just in case something goes wrong in the company and I need to notify them and their families.

"I need all this in two days before I assign you things to do, understood?" I ordered making eye contact with everyone in the room. I looked around the room while everyone nodded at me, agreeing to everything I said.

"Okay, I’ll be back in two days," I said as I stood up to leave. A rush went through my body as Tommy said, "Miss Hawthorn, can I talk to you alone?” He teased me, hinting everyone out the room.

"Of course, Mr. Shelby," I say, being coy. I know he keeps calling me Miss Hawthorn because he’s flirting with me and he knows how much he affects me.

As everyone is leaving the room, Tommy stands up from his desk. I start to walk towards his desk, keeping a good distance away from him, knowing how I’ll react while I’m around him.

"You wanted to talk to me, Mr. Shelby?" I say it with a mean face, showing no emotions.

"Why are you acting like that, Miss Hawthorn?" he says as he starts inching towards me.

"I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Shelby," I said with a grin on my face, acting innocent.

Tommy starts inching towards me, and my heart starts to beat like a drum as he gets closer to me. I placed my hand on the desk, bracing myself and trying to control my emotions as I started to get even more nervous than I already was.

"So you're going to act like there's nothing between us anymore, eh?" He said it in a flirty but harsh tone.

He looked at my hands as he started to caress them in a back-and-forth motion, making me tense.

"um..I" I couldn’t make out my words as his strong, rough hands started to move up and down my bare arm. A chill flooded through my body as the butterflies in my stomach started to grow stronger and stronger. I felt his steel blue eyes taunting me as he started to inch closer and closer to me, feeling his warm body hovering over mine.

"So you feel nothing towards us?" He said while he dragged his hand down my arm while his hands started to wrap gently around my waist. My body starts to tremble, and my face starts to get hot as his hands start to grip my waist a little bit tighter by the second. I put my hands on Tommy's firm chest, trying not to give into his touch, even though I wanted to. My breath shuddered and my mouth went dry. "Tommy, you know I can’t answer that," I said softly as guilt started to rush over me. I want him so bad, and I’ve always wanted him, but I can't. I’m in this business, and I’ll always be professional, even if it hurts sometimes. His head tilted in confusion as I spat out those words. His eyes grew soft and desperate as he spoke. "Why not"

I slipped out. of Tommys arms, backing away from his desk and keeping a fair distance from him. "Because I can't, Tommy." He starts walking towards me as I tell him, "I’m leaving, Tommy."

I turned my back on Tommy, trying to walk out the door. As I’m walking away from him, I feel Tommy's strong hands wrap around me, spinning me around in a quick motion. Now I’m closer to him than ever, feeling his warm body against mine. My body is rigid with tension, and my breath starts to quicken. I looked into his icy yet puzzling eyes, as he had a cold expression on his face. "No, I want you to answer my question. Do you feel anything, Veronica?" He spoke in a forceful and deep voice.

Guilt took over my body as I tried to give him an answer, but I couldn't. All I could do was stare into his cold blue eyes, unable to speak. My face was flushed as we got lost in each other's eyes; my heart was racing, and my mouth went dry as I was overwhelmed with pleasure and desire as Tommy grabbed me a little bit tighter. My eyes couldn't help looking at his lips as I unconsciously leaned closer and closer, brushing my lips against his. My stomach started to do turns until I heard a loud knock at the door of Tommy's office. My head turned in a swift motion, looking endlessly at the door.

"Tommy, we gotta fucking go," John said in his deep accent as he walked away from the door.

I snapped out of whatever I was about to do, noticing how close I was to Tommy and how close I was to kissing him. I whispered "fuck" while I backed away from Tommy, thinking about what I was getting myself into. I wasn’t fucking thinking about my future, my father's future, or the future of the company.

I was stuck, frozen, and unable to walk. I didn’t know what to do or how to react. "I…" I took a long pause, trying to capture my thoughts. "I have to go," I said as I slowly turned around, facing the door, until my legs went stiff when I heard Tommy speak for one last time. "Ronnie I want you to come to a ball at my house in four days," he says as I start to turn around.

His voice grew deeper as he said. "I want you to be there, love."

My brows furrowed as I started to shake my head in frustration. "Tommy, I said—" He cuts me off in the middle of my sentence. He begins to walk up to me while he puts his blazer on. "I just want you to be there," he demanded, making heavy eye contact with me. "Fine," I say quickly. I turned my back on him as I started to walk out of his office.

[dantekwright]

( miles heizer + male + he/him) radar detector by darwin deez is a song that describes dante wright to a tee !  the twenty-five year old has been on the island for two years. I heard you can find them walking around the strip or working at little italy as a server. rumor has it they can be pretty particular but if you ask their friends they would say they are more felicific. i’m pretty sure they remind everyone of unmade beds, the glow of a cigarette butt at night, mountains of unused yarn and unfinished crochet projects, worn out slip on vans, but that’s for you to decide ? you’ll meet them soon enough, the island is only so big. - mad. 27. they/them. pst. no triggers.

Name: Dante Keegan Wright Nicknames/Alias: Dant, DK Faceclaim: Miles Heizer Age: 24 Height: 5’10 Build: Slim Gender: Male Sexuality: Homosexual Myers-Briggs: ENFP-T Zodiac Sign: Leo Occupation: Server at Little Italy Tattoos/piercings: No tattoos but has his septum pierced, both lobes and a daith piercing on the left side (mainly there to help with migraines) Sailor Scout He’s Most Like: Sailor Venus

History

Dante was never destined to be a Texan. As the youngest of five boys, Dante spent his formative years receiving hand me downs in the form of expectations and life lessons learned through sibling torment. It became clear to his parents at a young age that Dante wasn’t going to follow in the footsteps of his brothers. He wasn’t a natural at football, he had no desire to join the Army, and it was becoming alarmingly clear he wouldn’t knock up his high school sweetheart either.

And Dante had no desire to.

Despite the pigeonhole and constant fights his family tried to keep him in he did what he could to avoid opening up the conversation that would inevitably end in arguments that Dante didn’t want to have. He didn’t hide who he was but that didn’t mean he ever addressed their sneaking suspicions, or looked to have any “coming out” experience with his family. He kept to himself, turning to the internet and the friends he found online, opening up there more than he ever did to someone in Bammel, TX. His bags were packed after graduation and he set out for greener pastures. The world opened up for Dante as he bopped from big city to big city doing everything he could to distance himself from where he grew up. Making friends wasn’t a problem for Dante when he surrounded himself with the right people and was able to experience everything Bammel could’ve never offered.

A life seeking out all the world had to offer became an overindulgence, and an unsustainable lifestyle for Dante. He lived month to month scraping by on what odd jobs he held down and the generosity of friends he acquired, which led to Dante getting tangled up in people he shouldn’t have on multiple occasions. After a particularly bad breakup with a FWB Dante found himself in Avalon. It was sleepy in comparison to the other homes he’d found for himself, and Dante had every intention to only stick around for a summer.

What was supposed to be a three month stay in Avalon quickly turned into two years as Dante formed a new home base in the coastal town. His love for a good time and spending an entire paycheck on a night out no longer was his entire existence nor did he spend all his time in his room holed up on the internet. In Avalon, Dante was able to seek out his equilibrium. He opened himself up to activities he’d been closed minded to in the past. He took up crocheting (something he never even thought of trying back in Texas) and developed an appreciation for the arts. Although he is discovering himself, Dante is beginning to realize he will always be discovering something new. He doesn’t know if he’ll stay in Avalon forever, but is content here for now, and is embracing life in a new way that isn’t an “all or nothing” mindset.

✓ Strong-willed, outspoken, felicific ✘ Pugnacious, vain, particular

Headcanons

Dante’s the youngest of five boys. He doesn’t keep in contact with any of his brothers or his father but occasionally gives his mother a call. He’s never come out to his family and doesn’t plan to. It’s easier they just assume whatever they assume. 

Dante doesn’t speak in a southern accent and is very cognizant of the way he speaks. There’s a few words he slips up on but the only time it really comes out is when he’s exhausted or intoxicated.

Dante’s nearsighted and is usually wearing his glasses when he isn’t at home (or hasn’t misplaced them).

Allergic to latex (learned the hard way).

Eats more red meat than he’d like to admit.

Makes his bed only when he knows he’s having company over.

Is the noisy neighbor and is constantly playing music any time he’s home.

Voted most likely to leave town in high school (which he did immediately after graduating).

Took up crochet when he moved to Avalon. He's gotten pretty good at it and has a hoard of yarn slowly taking over his room.

[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Clash of Kings - 38 ARYA VIII (pages 494-502)

Arya continues to adapt to life at Harrenhal, touches base with Gendry, and gives Jaqen her second name.

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Weese never imagined she could read, though, so he never bothered to seal the messages he gave her. (...) One was a demand for payment on a gambling debt, but the knight she gave it to couldn't read. (...) When she gave the horn to Weese, he told her that a smart Weasle like her deserved a reward.

I'm curious, does Weese know now that she can read, or did he assume the knight could read, and is assuming he basically told 'Weasle' what was in the note, or does he not care how it happened since he basically still got payment?

Arya's being smart though, getting on Weese's good side even if she does hate his guts.

"Last night Hot Pie asked me if I heard you yell Winterfell back at the holdfast, when we were all fighting on the wall." "I never did!" "Yes you did. I heard you too." "Everyone was yelling stuff," Arya said defensively. "Hot Pie yelled hot pie. He must have yelled it a hundred times." "It's what you yelled that matters. I told Hot Pie he should clean the wax out of his ears, that all you yelled was Go to hell! If he asks you, you better say the same."

Gendry's a good guy, a real decent wingman... when he's not getting everyone captured. Quick thinking though.

and good thing they have a concept of hell that's still called hell and not something like spabbiboobla. Though given they're in the south which is rife with the Faith iirc they typically say hells, as a plural... I wonder if the seven hells are basically Dante's inferno?

Maybe I'm not a water dancer yet, but I'm not a mouse either. A mouse couldn't use a sword but I can.

It's good to see her confidence rebuilding, as long as it doesn't over grow her caution and ability. There's a difference between confidence and arrogance, one of them gets you killed.

... oh good, she's thinking things through. That's the sucky but necessary part of planning, asking 'what can go wrong and how wrong can it go?'

OI! Don't slap Arya, you piece of trash! Ah darn, brownie points lost. I shouldn't have expected them to last, Weese is a canon fodder villain, fickle, shitty and useless.

Oh good, he's finally going to achieve his true final form... as fertilizer. All natural Blood & Bone~

- and a wing of the capon that Weese had spoken of that morning.

...Hang on, wing? lemme google something. Oooooohhhh, capon is a gelded rooster. I have literally never heard of that before, it sounded kinda like capers though, which look like peppercorns, so in my head I was expecting some kind of stuffed capsicum, (bell peppers) I think.

Whatever was going on upstairs I was not prepared for bird. XD

His charger wore a blanket of enameled crimson scales and gilded chinet and chanfron, -

Damn, I know people love to bedazzle their stuff and get insanely attached to their phone chargers but- horse! It's a type of horse! I knew that, I totally remembered that right away.

I'm so stupid, she thought. Weese did not matter, no more than Chiswyck had. These were the men who mattered, the ones she ought to have killed. Last night she could have whispered any of them dead, if only she hadn't been so mad at Weese for hitting her and lying about the capon. Lord Tywin, why didn't I say Lord Tywin?

Okay, let's stop and follow that train of thought for a second, because I know some members of the fandom have brought this very thing up as an "hey you had an easy win but fumbled the ball" kind of thing, so let's say Arya did name one of these men. Lord Tywin even.

... sorry, bit of a ramble, I 'tldr'd my opinion at the bottom.

And let's say Jaqen didn't wait until Tywin's army was out the gates and underway.

The Lord in charge of the entire army is killed within the walls of their stronghold.

Do you know what likely happens next? Regardless of whether or not it looks like an accident? The kind of investigation that involves flagrant disregard for people's rights and proves once again that Westeros doesn't even have a Geneva, because what are the chances that Lord Tywin dies by misadventure while they're at war? Sus AF.

So they're going to want to know who did it, and they aren't going to stop until they're satisfied, whether that's because they've found who they believe to be the culprit or they've quenched their blood thirst.

Arya could get away with Weese and Chiswyck because they "don't matter" no one with enough power to make someone pay for it is going to care about those two, but Tywin? They'd be lucky if anyone survived that given the kind of pro-torture-slaughter-and-rape attitude the army has, even without the chance to wrap that kind of depravity in the guise of justice.

and okay, maybe Jaqen does wait until Tywin has left. Maybe we get lucky and the army tears itself apart looking for answers, but Tywin has a replacement in Kevan to lead the army, and the Mountain and his ilk are happy to hare off and pillage the countryside. And there are a lot of his ilk. Jaqen owes her three.

He either kills three, and it doesn't change much, or he kills three and dozens scatter to the winds to harry the smallfolk as before but with no leash to call them off (not that there was much of one to begin with.)

TLDR: As much as it sucks, and as much as it looks like it should have been an easy cheat, GRRM likes terrible consequences, and I don't think anything that looks that easy and good, would have come without a terrible price. I think Arya made the best choice with her names that she could.

[polarisbibliotheque]

Little update ^^

Well, well, who'd've known, yours truly is reckless and got Covid "-.-

I blame Mötley Crüe, Def Leppard and my constant love for going to concerts after such a long time in this godforsaken lockdown :)

(my Dante side is showing)

Anyways, I'm isolated in my room now. I'm making this lil' update so I can tell you people: do take care of yourselves - but if you are in a risk group, take care of yourselves in double, please.

A year ago, my sister and my dad got Covid - they felt almost nothing. They just got really grumpy and locked in their rooms, waiting for the day of their sweet, sweet freedom. Apart from that, they felt only like a mild flu, nothing much.

As some of you know, I've an autoimmune liver disease - which puts me in risk group. I could barely get up yesterday - I slept the whole day, got up at 7 p.m, had fever the whole day and through the night, couldn't eat without feeling miserable and slept until 2 p.m today. My whole body hurts, my head also hurts really bad, I couldn't properly work on my artist tasks for the week, and I am so so so tired I think I'm gonna faint sometimes.

But worry not, I'm already feeling a little better today. I think the worst day was yesterday. Hopefully by next week I'll already be ok regarding this.

I'm just writing all this because seriously, we all react differently. I was so scared to get Covid and everyone kept telling me like "oh, it's ok, don't worry, if you get it you'll feel like a flu and in 2 days you're good" - I've been feeling like this for 4 days now. I'm really sick and miserable.

Point being: my reactions to this are VERY different than everyone else's and I'm not being too over the top when I'm still wearing masks and taking care of myself when going out.

Don't let anyone make you feel bad for taking care of your health too. It's better to look like a weirdo than being sick like this, trust me ;)

My mom, in the other hand, is taking relentless care of me and is the one single being in this household to seem not to get sick. I say she's like Highlander, nothing can touch her.

Seriously. The woman ate a dead oyster in her youth and only felt a little sick in a flight home. She is the toughest being I've ever seen in my whole life. She got an Extreme Unction from a priest who thought she was going to die when she was like 12 years old and, lo and behold, the woman persevered.

Greek half-immortal heroes know nothing compared to my mom.

I do think Eva is pretty much like her in that department, no demonic or human disease could touch her

All in all, everything is fine. I'll take this isolation time to draw like a mad-woman, be more serious when studying languages, learning to play the guitar properly and writing more stuff to you guys.

I'll keep you all posted! And remember TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES DESPITE WHAT THE WORLD THINKS OF IT!

[deerydear]

I keep thinking about how the "progressive" attitude about safe spaces, trigger warnings, self-censorship, all the things that went with it... even just the unnameable, ineffible quality that is permeated within every one of those social groups.

I joined tumblr when I was 13, and I really wanted to "be part of a good group". Lo, here is a group that is claiming they are good, and anyone criticizing them for specific things is BAD, BAD, EVIL, CONSERVATIVE.

So fucking "Us vs. Them".

Until you find yourself on the "Them" side, and you believe that you're on the "Us" side, and they won't admit it. So you're bitter for a few years until you realize it doesn't matter at all. Life is not divided between liberal and conservative. People are people, regardless of whatever they label themselves. Good to remember.

Anyways, I always think it's funny how nowadays so many progressives make fun of that fragile-skinned attitude, "omg how dare you criticize me for anything, I am literally mentally disabled polyana horsekin queer glassgender. This triggers my dysphoria. I need everyone to agree with me; or else you're all bigots, and I'm right."

being exposed to that attitude and this larger online culture where "this is okay, accepted, and even encouraged by many other people" really.... did something funny to me, as a child.

and then the crazies will say, "oh, but being sensitive is completely discouraged in my life outside the netscape. I need to balance it out.",

or more retardedly put,

"Omg, don't you know that the cishets are more human than we are? So how dare you complain about us as people! This stuff NEVER happens in 'the cishet world'. We are not a group. We are an abstract. A concept. I have no influence over the world. I am not a person. No one should listen to what I say, or care about who I am. How dare you take me seriously?"

Just because you see yourself as unimportant and without influence.... that's your own opinion of yourself. Even if you were "brainwashed by cishet society into not caring about yourself", you're gonna meet people who take you seriously as a person.

Stop looking at the world through the eyes of the assholes who make fun of you.

You sell yourself short, and you end up looking like an idiot, to someone who would otherwise be willing to hear you out.

So if you have influence, whether you believe so or not, then everything you do and say matters. Act like a king, or a queen.... you set an example for people. Who is to say other people won't emulate your misdeeds that you may have written off as "little indulgences to make up for how much pain you're in". Eye for an eye, bullshit. Every person is a leader. Leader of yourself.

They say, "dress for the job you want, not the job you 'have'."

{redacted}

and yeah, "anti-sjws" have been saying this forever. "sjw vs. anti-sjw" was such a funny tv skit. I'm glad the show is over. Good night.

[inserted ps. ps.] I used to get so worked up about "when it would finally be all over", but I realize that this level of Dante's divine comedy club is always waiting there, and you can go visit it any time you like.... but you can also go home and have a drink. It is never finished. It will never be finished. There may always be fools in the world who swan dive into metaphorical meat-grinders. Who knows. I don't need to be one of them.

Back in 2013, I had seen a bunch of my friends back off from tumblr because of the crazy reactionary progressive rabies outbreak that was ramping itself up!

I got so mad at them, back then. I thought they were traitors, that they "weren't dedicated enough", "they didn't care about the issues". I didn't stop to look around and reaize we were just spinning around and around on a fucking tilt-a-whirl carnival ride. You're going so fast, but you're getting nowhere.

They knew. They stepped out. I could have stepped out, any time. So I finally did.

There's always Hell on earth. If you look for it, I guarantee you will find it.

P.S. ONE MORE THING:

I do think it's really funny when people try to divide human opinion into "conservative or liberal", or one political 'party' or another.

What I mean:

"this criticism of me is too 'right wing', can you come up with a more 'progressive'-sounding criticism?"

and then they keep changing the definition of what "right wing" or "conservative" or "anti-sjw" is supposed to mean, until any criticism of them at all is an act of political outlash. Then fuck you. Fuck you.

Yeah, Animal Farm. 1984.

"omg how dare you read books. Dontcha know books contain no new knowledge at all? They're just dead paper. We are living. Btw, read this manifesto. Read my blog. I am important. Don't read what THE OTHER GUYS HAVE TO SAY, JUST READ ME! I'LL TELL YOU ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE WORLD! EVEN THOUGH I AM ONE PERSON IN IT!"

Your blog is a book, stupid jackoff.

I woke up in a good mood, and then I chose to make myself pissed off by putting this into words. Don't do what I just did.

Is it worth it? I don't know.

I'm honestly keeping this blog-entry up because it gives some stakes to the whole 'performance' in my mind. Which is pretty dumb. Probably exactly what motivates the behaviour of the people I'm complaining about, so now I understand some piece of it.

Rarara.... think for yourself. You go into life alone. You die alone. You should resolve yourself to living for your own self, not for the opinions of others. Including mine! I'm not objective!

I've idolized writers and artists before, so I say: Even if you like me, even if you want to make me seem 'objective', you only slant yourself in the image of my past mistakes. All these blog entries of mine are something that a different version of me typed out. I change every day. You decide yourself, who you want to be. You can be so beautiful!

Trust your own judgement!

I believe in ya.

......

I notice how I kind of treat my tumblr like a billboard, instead of a forum discussion with other exterior people.

I mean... my own posts. I just tend to yell out.... and some people in my life have told me they admire this quality in myself. I believe in balance, though. The internet is such a strange place. Pretending to be alone, but not alone.

A world of paradoxes.

I used to try to make my blogs "ego-centric" -- to say, "here I am, this is who I am. Yeah!",

except, once one does that, it is no longer a part of them. They broke off a piece of themselves and flung it into the churning stream of electricity and photography.

and so I wondered, "why do I feel so empty, now that I've defined myself?"

Uh-huh.... put all your material into your borders, instead of your center.

That's something I notice within the culture of youth politics on tumblr. People get so obsessed with defining "what they are for", "what they are against", that they forget what brought them to the moment to be able to even think about anything at all in the world: Life. It is change itself.

No one can stay the same.

Maybe they grow in a different pattern than you would expect; but if they are alive, they grow or wane.

Hmmmmmm........ 🤔

I also just like to go back and read my blog. I like to entertain myself.

I could talk forever, endlessly, about why I have done what I've done, or why I do what I do, or why I will do something in the future.... but it isn't the same as doing it. A picture is worth a thousand words.

[hallowcked]

Gage wasn't only appreciative of her reassuring words, he was also comforted by them, and her patching up his sore hand with gauze. In some ways, she did remind him of Naomi. At least all the good parts of her. They both had soft eyes and were sweetly nurturing. He could get used to her sticking around for awhile - if she wanted to.

"Well, you took care of me so let me take care of you." While she continues asking him questions from the other side of the apartment, Gage takes the icetray from the freezer and rolls a few cubes in another one of his shirts. He wasn't bothered by the fact that Brooke was already wearing his favorite one. The only reason it was in the van was because he brought it along for their 'date' - if they can call it that. He wanted to look nice for her. Although there's nothing 'nice' about a sleeveless muscle shirt. Unless of course its on her. The way it loosely fits her petite frame turns him on. Girls in their 'boyfriends' shirts will always be hotter than anything they can find at Victoria's Secret.

After having the ice ready, he sits with her on the futon and places her hand on his knee so he can hold the coldness against her skin. Dante's fingerprints were like a snake, coiled around her entire arm. It makes Gage angry all over again. His eyes were like Brooke's in a way. They were very expressive. Like he doesn't care if people know what he's thinking. So when he's mad or jealous or horny - he looks it. If she were to look in his eyes right now, she would see that he's frustrated. Mostly with himself, he never should have left her. He'll make a note to never do that again.

"Dante and I used to be boys. Yeah, we both loved to surf and party. He was always a little unhinged but everyone around here kind of is. I never thought anything of it. I actually thought he was cool and looked up to him. He's a few years older. People were afraid of him and that felt bad ass. Then he started messing around with gangs and I didn't want him around anymore. I was trying to be a better person." For Naomi. He would have included that last part but he was tired of talking about her and he was sure she was tired of hearing about it.

"Do you want to spend the night?" He asks after a moment. The TV was playing some random show in the background and he's already stubbed out three cigarettes. "We can take a shower, I'll get you something to eat, and then we can watch a movie or something?" He doesn't feel comfortable insinuating anything more after everything that happened to her with Dante. They didn't have to have sex again. "We can take separate showers if you want...or I can help you wash some of this paint off."

This isn't how Brooke wanted their night to go either. It started off so good. Then Dante had to come in and ruin it. Maybe, she should've taken that as a sign. But instead, it only drew her closer to Gage.

For a complete stranger, he was willing to risk a lot just to jump in and save her from getting raped by some lunatic who couldn't understand the word no.

"No," she waves his apology off. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to come off like that. I'm grateful you stepped in when you did. I don't know what would've happened if....." if you didn't.

She didn't want to think about it, though. Instead, she listened to him explain himself. And why he got so defensive about what she said. As much as they could try to pretend like their previous relationships haven't scarred them... they have. Brooke didn't want to repeat the same mistakes she did with Tyler. And she didn't want Gage to repeat the same ones he did with Naomi.

At least Gage didn't leave her. When everyone else in her life did, he was the first person to come back. For that, she appreciated him. And she vowed to herself, she wasn't going to leave him either.

"I trust you." She knows that's a big statement to make but, right now she does feel like she can count on him to protect her. Hell, he almost just killed a guy to make sure he never laid a hand on her again. Brooke would be lying if she said that fact, or that sentiment didn't turn her on. Because it did.

"This is your place?" She's not sure what she was expecting when they entered. But, his place wasn't that bad. There was a decent view, the windows provided enough natural light and it was spacious enough to hold a decent amount of people. Perfect for throwing parties, which she imagined he did on the regular judging by the bong, the selection of alcohol and the huge stereo on the other side of the room.

Brooke made her way over to the coffee table, eyes bypassing the playboy magazines in order to retrieve the first aid kit. When she returned to Gage, she was still wearing one of his cut off t-shirts as she took his hand and used a wet rag to clean him up. Afterwards, she wrapped his knuckles as best as she could before tossing the bloody wrappers and garbage in the trash.

"I don't think so." Just to make sure though, Brooke inspected herself for any damage. The only thing she saw or felt was a bruise taking shape in the form of a handprint around her arm from when Dante squeezed her too hard. "Just a bruise. So, I guess it could've been worse." She half shrugged as she made herself comfortable on his futon. "How did you know him?" Dante. And was he aware Dante was a viper? AKA one of Tyler's goons now. "You two seem like you have a lot of history and animosity. Why do I feel like that wasn't your first fight?"

[womanofwords]

STEM Kids Shenanigans (Chapter 13)

Chapter 13: Surveillance

Dante liked being alone. It meant that he could do what he wanted, wear what he wanted. Being alone meant nobody else's opnions were voiced, which was a kind of freedom in and of itself.

But then he made friends that were just like him.

They loved science just as much as he did, albeit different areas of science. They would take turns infodumping to each other about it, happily explaining their own plane of expertise to the other. It had gotten even better after 'the slime incident' had happened. Once the situation and the slime had been cleared up, Melanie had started avoiding them. People seemed to be nicer to them, too, which was an interesting side effect. But all Dante wanted was to be a nerd with his friends in peace.

But they weren't going to have peace and quiet just yet.

A knock sounded, and all four of them sighed in unison. "I'll get it," Layla said, getting up to shoo Melanie away. But the person at the door was a very short boy with thick glasses and a shaved head with stubble rapidly clawing its way to the surface. He was holding a camera and a notepad, his arms wrapped around a messenger bag bulging with . . . something.

"Hi," he said.

"Um, hello," Layla greeted. "Are you lost? Because this is STEM club."

"No, no, I'm in exactly the right place!" the boy said, his tone excited, like a bundle of puppies in a play pen tripping over each other. "I'm Stephan Marriot from the Marbleton Messenger. It's the school newspaper, in case you didn't know that. I'm just here to ask you guys a few questions about the STEM club and what you do here." He flipped open the notepad and poised himself to write down their answers. "So how did this feel at first? Knowing that you had been accepted after such a rigorous test?"

"Relieved. That test was so hard," Dante groaned. "Some of it hadn't even been covered in class. I'm not sure why they did that."

"I felt that, too," Angelo said. "But now that I think about it, it's actually ridiculous."

"Pray tell," Stephan said, grinning widely with anticipation.

"I think the exam was unnecessary," Angelo said, his voice becoming more passionate. "There shouldn't be an exam to get into a STEM club. Science should be for everyone, and tests should be in classrooms on things that you've actually learned."

"Interesting," Stephan said, scribbling something down. "Have you ever been involved in any science-related things before?"

"I was in a few science fairs as a kid," Angelo said.

"Me too," Yujin said.

"No," Layla and Dante chorused.

"What do you do on a daily basis?" Stephan asked. "I bet you spend all day making awesome inventions!"

"No, we don't," the four chorused.

"That was quick," Stephan said, his voice teasing. "Almost too quick, like you rehearsed it."

"That's because it's such a common misconception," Angelo said. "According to a very niche group of people, we sit here in this very room, thinking about how we can invent our way to chaos, anarchy, and world domination. I just hate the way we get stereotyped as being mad scientists. We're just scientists."

"Oh. Thank you." Stephan rooted around in his bag and pulled out a plush toy. It was a teddy bear in a lab coat that made Yujin gasp with joy. "To finish the interview, I got you a gift. It's a mascot for your science club. I already started calling him Stanley the Science Bear, but you can rename him to anything you want."

"It's adorable!" Layla cooed.

"Fits the vibe so well," Angelo said. Dante eyed it with curiosity and suspicion. Something about it seemed . . . off, but he couldn't place it.

"Where do we put him?" Dante asked.

"That high shelf, so he doesn't get damaged by experiments," Angelo said.

"Great!" Yujin got a chair and placed Stanley the Science Bear onto a high shelf, so he would be able to watch them from above. "He looks so cute!"

"Yeah," Dante said, looking at the bear with nausea forcing itself upwards. "Cute."

(PAUSE)

Dante took the bear when the others weren't looking, shoving it into his bag and burying it underneath his school books. He peeked at it on the bus, and shut it immediately afterwards. That bear creeped him out.

"Mum, can I show you something?" he asked, when he had made sure his mother wasn't doing anything.

"Sure. What is it?" she asked.

"Something seems off about this bear mascot for our science club at school," Dante said. His mother took the bear out of his hands, turning it over. His brothers came into the room at that moment and froze.

"What are you doing?" George asked.

"There's something off about this teddy bear mascot," Dante said. "So I took it to Mum so I could get a second opinion."

"Dante's right. It's pretty weird. It looks out of place and like it doesn't belong anywhere," George said.

"And the bear looks weird, too," Logan said.

"George, Logan, go do homework," their mother ordered. "Dante, get me a screwdriver."

Dante went searching for the toolbox, his stomach sinking. It used to be his dad's but since his absence, nobody had touched it. He was going to break that strange purity that it held. But he did it anyway.

His mother sighed when he came back with what she had asked for. "Good job, Dante. I am so proud of you," she said, when the screwdriver was in her hand.

Dante froze. "I just . . . got a screwdriver."

"Not that." She paused. "Well, a little bit that, but also this." She removed the tiny lab coat and unscrewed the back. Clashing against the chocolate brown fur of the bear were two green batteries. There were also settings, such as rewind, pause and fast forward. "Dante, this bear is a hidden camera."

"Stephan was trying to spy on us with the gift!" Dante exclaimed, shock shifting into anger. "That - that - that lying, slimy snake!"

"Who's Stephan?"

"He's this reporter kid in our school for the school newspaper," Dante said.

"I'll turn it off and take the batteries out, honey," his mother said, removing the batteries from the bear like a vet removing fleas from a dog's behind. "It should be safe now."

"Thank you," Dante said. The bear, along with the batteries that came out of it and the lab coat, were stuffed into a plastic bag, which in turn was shoved into the every bottom of his school bag.

His friends weren't going to believe this.

(PAUSE)

Dante gathered his friends into an abandoned art room to show them what he (and his mother) had discovered about their 'adorable' mascot. "What the hell?" Layla asked.

"A discovery like this makes an adorable thing feel so sinister," Yujin whimpered.

"We need to take this to the head," Angelo said. "This is underhanded."

"He is such a snake," Dante sighed.

"Come on. Maybe she's at her office or something," Layla said, a grim look on her face as they went searching for Dr Violet.

They saw her eating a ham and cheese sandwich in the cafeteria and sat down with her. She looked . . . mildly surprised. "Is everything OK with you four?" she asked.

"No," Dante said. "We received something disturbing from someone who says they were from the school newspaper. The . . . Marbleton Messenger."

The headmistress put down her sandwich and stared at them. "You have my full attention."

Dante rattled off everything he remembered. "Recently, a very short boy named Stephan Marriot came into the room where we were meeting up and said he was here to ask us questions about the STEM club. When he left, he gave us this bear, as a mascot."

"I fail to see what the problem is here." Dr Violet's cold eyes, framed by half-moon glasses, stared through Dante.

"It's easier if I just show you." Dante produced the bear, positioning it so its back was to the headteacher. "This bear is a nanny cam."

"Oh, I see." A hand went to Dr Violet's mouth with shock. "Wait for me outside my office with the bear."

"Yes, Dr Violet," the four chimed, taking the many stairs up to Dr Violet's top floor office.

"The principal's office twice in one week," Angelo sighed. "This sucks."

"At least we're not being chased through the school by a slime monster," Layla said. They giggled at the memory of Melanie chasing them as other students screamed.

"And the pink thing is still going strong," Yujin said, thinking about all the people wearing pink to spite the prefects.

"I'm not a very superstitious person, but maybe the STEM club in this school is cursed," Dante said.

"That would imply that there were multiple STEM clubs that all met their ends," Angelo said. "This is the first STEM club the school has ever had, so this is much more like bad luck."

"And the bad luck has been given a prefect's badge," Yujin said. All four of them laughed hysterically, sitting down on the sofas outside Dr Violet's office and laughing some more.

"Mr Riva, Miss Ismail, Mr Rhodes, Miss Moon, come in, please," Dr Violet said, with a very sullen Stephan trudging behind her. The bright smile and demeanour was gone, replaced by a void of annoyance and sadness. The four got up and went into her office with Stephan. "Dante, would you mind going through everything again for me, now that Stephan is present?"

Dante went through everything, including getting out the bear and showing Stephan the batteries he'd taken out of it, and the settings that the bear had. The sullen expression became intrigued, then surprised, then terrified. "Anything to say to that, Marriot?" the head teacher asked.

"I was doing it for the sake of a presentation, showing all the best parts of every club," Stephan meekly justified.

"So you gave them a false gift that would actually spy on them, completely violating their right to privacy."

"Finding out that it was a camera was chilling," Dante said.

"How did you find that out, by the way?" Yujin asked.

Dante looked at his hands before staring Stephan down. "I had my suspicions, so I took it home and looked at it properly. My mother removed the lab coat and unscrewed the back. That was how I saw the batteries."

Stephan hung his head. "I'm sorry. I should have known better than to spy on you. I just wanted to know what you really do in there."

"But we already told you that," Layla said. "What was the point of asking us all those questions if you were going to spy on us to get the answers you wanted?"

"Quite right, Miss Ismail," Dr Violet said. "You four can go. Stephan and I will have our own conversation." When they heard this, Stephan whimpered with terror, his eyes pleading with Dante to stick up for him.

Dante ignored him.

(PAUSE)

Stephan's benefactor berated him for his failures over the phone. "What do you mean, they found out?" she snapped, as the intrepid reporter winced and held the phone away from his ear.

"This boy with braids had some feeling and took it home! There's nothing useful on that tape! And even if there was, I got reported for it!" Stephan told her. She swore and the line went silent.

"You didn't mention me at all, did you?"

"Of course not."

"Well, there's one silver lining in this. The next time I ask you for something, you'd better do it right, or I will ruin you."

And the benefactor hung up.

To read the other parts of this fic, see Masterlist.

[mythicamagic]

Even though I like Piofiore, I can't help but think the plot is a bit stupid, the whole Key Maiden thing is so absurd... Maybe that's why Dante and Nicola's routes are so boring.

Piofiore has one of the worst plot-lines I've come across in media. I think what's worse is that the Key Maiden thing just did not need to exist. Like just hearing it summarised sounds like a scrapped plotline for the Da Vinci Code.

So get this - when Jesus died the Italian church hid the remains inside a tomb, and the tomb can only be opened by a randomly selected (oh no I'm sorry, using the stars) church girl or 'Key Maiden' losing her virginity to a Grave Keeper (a Falzone.) This then magically opens the tomb. Also after a Key maiden dies with her duty left unfulfilled, a new one is automatically chosen.

Like wow...where to start with all....that. First off, this is just another way of controlling whatever poor woman ends up as the Key Maiden. She has no autonomy over her body. The game tries to frame the Falzones as good guys but nah fam, Dante's father 'took in' one of these Key Maidens into the manor and it drove her mad. The destiny shit messes with people's heads. Their solution to this is to keep the new Key Maiden, Lili, completely in the dark about her duty but this just keeps her ignorant and placid.

Dante himself claims he fell in love with Lili at first sight when he was 6 *gag* and adding the Key Maiden stuff into the mix with him keeping her under house arrest in his route or chasing her through the others, only serves to make Dante look creepily entitled to Lili and her 'fated love.' I do love exploring Liliana breaking away from those preconceived notions and taking control of her autonomy but I can never see that happening while she's with Dante and Nicola.

This isn't even getting into Dante raping Lili in Orlok's bad end.

What the heck else do Dante and Lili even have outside of their 'destined love?' nothing. Their scenes in his route are dry and 'cute' I guess...if you want to watch a guy poorly try to imitate a mafia boss.

Piofiore is at its best when away from the Key Maiden stuff. Gilbert and Yang's route barely touches it and they're all the better for it. The whole game should've just been about mafia turf wars, the way it was advertised.

Side note but: I do find it pretty hilarious in Yang's route where after they've had sex a few times, Yang casually notices her mark has faded. This means she's 'lost' her sacred duty. And Yang knows that. Imagine knowing you banged a woman who could've opened Jesus' Grave and your reaction is:

Me too Yang, me too.

[haddonfieldwhore]

richter tcm(2022) x oc | imagine (part 2/?)

‼️SPOILERS‼️ texas chainsaw massacre 2022

warnings: smoking, age gap, drinking, nsfw themes, launguage , brief mention of school shooting again

finally we arrived in town, the car halting on the side of what i assumed was the main street in town, if you could even call it that. i gently shook lila awake since she had fallen asleep on my shoulder. i opened the door and stepped out of the car, taking in the quiet surrounding of the empty town of abandoned buildings.

“so harlow is a ghost town,” lila said what i was thinking as she looked around.

“yes. but we have a vision for this place. all it needs is young blood, people like us, tired of the big city, looking for a fresh start,” dante tried to sell it but i could tell lila wasn’t buying it, and honestly neither was i. however, maybe things were looking up as i noticed a familiar figure walk out of one of the buildings - an auto shop. the other four had begun exploring the town leaving me alone as he walked over to me.

“you city folks following me or something?” he asked, the playful tone in his voice telling me he wasn’t actually accusing me of anything.

“no sir,” i smiled. “we-“ his smiled dropped as i was interrupted by melody’s voice behind me as she talked to the others.

“this is a chance for people to start fresh somewhere without the violence and the

madness. somewhere safe,” she spoke. i wonder how many times she rehearsed that line. i thought to myself. the man glanced at me and then back at her, the three of them now standing next to us.

“so you guys are what? like a cult?” he asked, and i couldn’t help but laugh. he was right, melody’s description did kinda make it sound that way.

“we are idealistic individuals who want to build a better world,” ruth spoke.

“yeah, that's a cult,” the man replied, and melody rolled her eyes. lila called to us from down the road. i was going to follow the other over to her, but the man spoke again, causing me to stop.

“you believe that crap?” he asked. “you don’t seem the type - all high and mighty i mean.”

“i believe that they think they’re gonna help people.” i admitted. “if i’m being honest- i think they’re in over their heads and i’ve got myself in the splash zone for when it all backfires.” he laughed, before wiping his hands on his jeans before extending one to me.

“richter. i run the auto shop in town,” he introduced himself as i placed my hand in his large one, giving it a friendly shake.

“rebecca. or bec. it’s nice to meet you,” i smiled.

“see i knew you weren’t like them,” he insisted. a puzzled look crossed my face.

“how do you mean?” i questioned. he gestured over to my friends, who were looking up at a tattered confederate flag that hung off the side of an building with an orphanage sign on it. he turned back towards me.

“you think any of them would shake me hand?” he chuckled, adjusting his hat on his head. i thought about it for a second. lila might. i thought.

“honestly they’re not all that bad,” i tried to defend my friends. “you’re probably right though- i’m sorry,” i concluded. he laughed again.

“ain’t nothing to apologize for, darling,” he reassured, his southern accent coming through strongly with each word. i couldn’t help the butterflies that fluttered in my chest at the nickname, but i tried my best to brush it off. i noticed melody and dante enter the orphanage and saw ruth and lila back by the car, ruth unloading stuff from the trunk to get ready for the auction.

“so, you wanna show me around?” i proposed, turning my attention back to richter, a smile spreading across his face as he heard my request.

“sure thing, doll.” he agreed. “where do we start?”

////

the tour of the abandoned town didn’t take that long, it was a small town after all, so now i found myself sitting with richter while he worked on a car in his shop. i couldn’t help but stare as he worked on something under the under the hood of the vehicle, too focused to notice thankfully. my attention was drawn to a sound by the door, and lila walked in, coming over to sit with me.

“ric, this is lila,” i introduced, his eyebrow raising at the nickname but he didn’t say anything, still focused on the car. “lila this is richter.” he gave a small wave before continuing to work. we sat in silence for a few minutes, lila swinging her legs back and forth as they dangled off the table we sat on. richter seemed to finish whatever he was doing with the car, setting his tools down and wiping his hands on a rag before closing the hood of the car. he walked over to a fridge at the back of the garage and grabbed a beer, turning to us to offer us a drink as well. lila shook her head as i nodded, smiling at him as he handed me a bottle after twisting the cap off.

“thanks,” i said. he opened his own beer and took a sip before sitting on a bench near us.

“don’t mention it, darling.” there’s that nickname again, and the butterflies that come with it. i thought. lila gently elbowed me in the ribs, heading me, and i pushed her back.

“so, richter, why are you such a nihilist?” lila asked.

“a what?”

“i mean, anyone who blasts diesel into the

atmosphere like that, truly gives zero fucks about like.. anything,” lila clarified.

“i’m a texan. i don't like people telling me what to do. especially smug, self-righteous, rich, city folk.” lila seemed to let the conversation end there, as she glanced at the table behind us and i turned, only now noticing the large gun on the table. richter took another sip of his beer, before his gaze followed to the table as well.

“ever shot one before?” he asked, i don’t think directing it to either of us. i didn’t answer, but lila spoke.

“no. been shot at.”

“drunk dad?” richter asked.

“stonebrook high.” she answered. he didn’t say anything, but placed his beer down before walking over and unloading the gun.

“that must be tough, living with that.” he said, shaking his head slightly.

“i mean, everyone expects me to do

something special with my life now, and I can

only disappoint them. my friends were the

special ones. not me.” i didn’t know she felt this way, and i couldn’t help but feel bad.

i froze in my seat as lila hesitantly walked over and picked up the gun, her finger shaking as she pulled the trigger with a *click* before she practically threw the gun back on the table. walking over to her, i put my hand on her shoulder gently.

“hey, it’s okay,” i tried to reassure her, and to my relief she nodded. i looked over at richter who had taken the gun and was putting it out of sight. i smiled at him and he returned the expression, clicking a button on an old radio as he walked by, causing music to fill the room.

////

the three of us had been hanging out for probably an hour now, smoke dancing through the air from the cigarette between my lips as we listened to music and told stories and just talked about whatever. we had moved up to a small lofted area of the garage now, since it had a more proper seating area. lila excused herself to the washroom, after richter pointed her in the right direction, and she grabbed the cigarette from my fingers on the way by. i protested slightly but shrugged it off. i glanced over at richter and noticed he was already looking at me.

“so you’re in town for a while?” he asked, lighting a cigarette of his own.

“yeah it seems like it,” i responded. he seemed to like my answer, getting up and walking over to sit next to me on the couch. goosebumps ran up my arms at the sudden closeness of his body, my black tank top doing nothing to hide them, but thankfully i don’t think richter noticed. “you know, i wasn’t sure before but i think i might like it here after all.”

“hmmm,” he hummed in response, as i took the cigarette from his lips. “what made you change your mind?” he teased. i exhaled the smoke from my lungs and smiled.

“just someone i met.” i explained. he started to lean closer when we both turned towards the sound of someone storming up the stairs. melody glared at richter disapprovingly, and then at me.

“where’s my sister? we’re leaving- now.” she demanded. i started to question why but she interrupted, as she only now seemed to notice the close proximity of my body and his, causing her scowl to deepen. “what the fuck is going on-“ she stopped as lila exited the washroom, cigarette still in hand. melody grabbed her empty hand and started dragging her down the stairs, lila protesting all the way. i shook my head and sighed, my eyes closed as i leant my head back against the wall. his hand gently but firmly rested on my leg, giving it a reassuring squeeze which caused my stomach to flutter again.

“is she always like that?” richter asked, causing me to chuckle.

“yep.”

“what’s her problem?” he asked, and i didn’t have an answer so i just shrugged my shoulders. “one good thing-“ he started to say, and i opened my eyes and looked at him, waiting to hear what he said. he took the now burnt down cigarette from me and put it out in an ashtray next to the couch we were sat on, before leaning close to my ear.

“we’re alone now.” i shuddered at the feeling of his breath on my neck but smiled. however a thousand thoughts ran through my head. what if melody and lila really left me here? did i really want to stay? were ruth and dante going to? why were they leaving anyway-

my thoughts were interrupted as i moaned, richters lips now pressed to my neck, fluttering hot kisses across my skin, his facial hair tickling gently. in that moment i only cared about one thing, and it was the man in front of me. my hand found the back of his neck as i pulled his face away from my throat, before pressing my lips to his in a feverish kiss.

[kboo1999]

Chicago P.D. Season 12, Episode 2: "Blood Bleeds Blue"

yaeah forgot, how still big mad i am at them for this

oh ruz

this is not what to do sir

ruzek goes crazy when. in vengeance mode, we know that

is this going to be the "new" actual officer

oh wow...if this is her, she's showing her toughness

ahhhh!!! yessss!!! atwater!!!!

i love that kev was the first from intelligence to come to adam's side

i guess i did kinda miss patrol being more involved...it was just different when it was burggess & atwater or even burgess &

yes for telling him to grab it

cook. lol.

oh no. ruzek is going silent deadly mode...

anyone else find it interesting how anytime they''ve introduced a new female character, kim has NOT been in the that particular episode...

oh trudyyyyy lol. i miss ma lady

yessssss, platt heard intelligence, and was like hell fucking nah.

platt heard the ruzek part and was hell nah bruh

god. poor ruz.

and kim is nowhere to be with him.

ugh. hate this.

"he's just a tiny little thing"

officer cook is pretty hilarious it seems

boys? plural?? hold up. whatttt??????!??!!??!

oh yeahhhhhh torres!!!!

lol. dante. hank calls him dante now???!!!?!?!!?!!!

aww, dante torres. one of the best additions to the team.

i really hope that next epsiode 12x3 brings the same that 11x3 brought with all the. domestic Burzek

i love all this multi team up between units, teams, etc - patrol, all of platt's people, and more - people being concerned about martel

yeahhhhhh, this officer cook is funny as fucking hell. she really said "dumbass"

oh..no...kevin's face. it says it all.

omfg. i guess martel really had a lot of people that liked her..

ugh. poor ruzek.

really hank???

OCD teams...

Deputy Reid...yeah. seems like he's going to be a good addition, fr fr. maybe we can actually keep him

i love torres and all his tats

i also just love dante torres as a whole. he's an amazing and delicious man

these kids trip me fucking out!!!! like immediately taking defense against the cops just because

this kid is very knowledgeable, though

yyeaaahhhh. this dad, daryl. he screams bad news frf r

awww, kim is calling!!!

awww!!!!! the pic of Kim & Makayla as Kim's contact pic

not must've pissed somebody off

not adam knowing it's hank before he even pulled into his peripheral

this man look twitchy af

oh hell. adam!!!

yes. this reminds me of OG ADAM RUZEK!!! the adam that i feel in love withhh

lol. not i didn't want to know. that should tell you all that you ever need to know about someone.

yes officer, yessss!!!

oh no.

i forgot he even had the blood on his hands to begin with

yes. see officer cook. yes. good.

the way that hank walks when he's rushing. lol.

um...so the kid grabbed a gun.

exactly why the hell. ohhhhh. yep. so the kid is going after his dad. at least that's what I'm assuming

bruh. these people and aiming guns at the cops like that ...

ugh. and these damn kids.

really kid?? really?

yes, torres yes!!!!!

forgot how amazing and quick torres is. such an on your feet thinker....

lol. not the my dad's crazy.

"until you hear direct word from officer ruzek" agh!!!!

i love that

that was a nice little love tap to the side of the car there officer cook

oh hell!!!!!!

he really drove off with her ass on the hood.

and then she still hung in there and got a damn shot off

lol damn - adam was mother fucking ready

and boom. it all goes boom.

“officer cook you alright?” - the slight desperation in adam’s voice there

aww, hank's little run up to adam and trying to get through to adam is wild.

oh no. ruz. he's shaking so bad

really dig officer cook.

sooo, maybe it's adam that's going to get his gold shield then?

um interesting. so we're going straight into a atwater centric episode.

[much-obliged-timothy]

Devil May Cry: Unexpected Ties Part 10

Good news! I finally got around to uploading this to AO3. I’ll be posting the whole thing there, edited with new content and scenes and an additional chapter that I won’t be putting on Tumblr to wrap it all up. I’m hoping to put more DMC content on AO3 in the near future! And, as always, you can find the masterpost for this series here! I originally was going to leave this as the last chapter, but decided to write one more to celebrate putting it on AO3!

*

Nero kept up his training by himself, but didn’t venture to the forest again. Credo started play fighting with him again as Nero calmed his attacks.

But the older boy and his sister weren’t around much as the town got back to normalcy as the panic from the attack subsided. Credo resumed his regular training and Kyrie continued her singing lessons.

That left Nero on his own once again. Dante saw the other kids occasionally bullying Nero, but Nero would yank his hood over his head and storm away from them more often than he would yell at them over it. 

It was sad, really. Nero’s anger was bred by the actions of others; the boy had a kind heart. Dante regularly spotted Nero doing kind things for others, seemingly without thought. He’d tear off pieces of his sandwich at lunch to feed the birds or stray animals. He’d jog up the street to help an elderly citizen carry their bags. He’d climb up the side of a building to pull down a frisbee a little kid had accidentally tossed on the roof. 

But Dante could see that kindness slowly being buried by the anger. It was always there, always escaping through in those little thoughtful acts. But his anger and his pain occasionally made him hesitate before going to help someone, like he feared their rejection. Or, sometimes Dante feared, like he figured they could shoulder their own burdens like they made him shoulder his alone.

Dante worried what the kid would grow into being treated like this his whole childhood. He had so few people that cared for him. He was fiercely loyal and protective of the ones who did. 

That kind of isolated love could warp him just as easily as the total isolation of Vergil’s existence. Dante couldn’t help but worry over the boy.

He kept thinking of Nero’s words. What if he really did take the kid with him…?

He didn’t kid himself for a second that he could give Nero a normal childhood. But he could give him family, balanced training, and a focused purpose. 

Ah, who was Dante kidding? Certainly not himself. He didn’t know the first thing about raising a kid.

Besides, if he took Nero with him, surely the truth would eventually come out. Would Nero be mad at Dante for not telling him that first time they met? Or would he understand that Dante was only trying to protect him by hiding the truth from him?

Dante tried not to think on it too hard.

Right now, he watched Nero as the boy sat by himself, headphones on and drawing aimless shapes in the dirt with a stick. It was a nice evening, but it was starting to get late and Nero hadn’t eaten anything since lunch. 

Dante heaved a sigh and jumped down to the street. He knew he needed to leave Fortuna soon. The longer he was here, the worse he was making the situation. But he didn’t want to end on the note they’d last parted on.

He strolled over to Nero and kicked the stick out of his hand. Nero jerked his head up in surprise, eyes going wide and the hint of a shy smile on his face when he realized who was standing there.

He pulled his headphones down around his neck. “Hi, Dante.”

“I was heading to grab some pizza when I spotted you. Want a bite?” Dante offered.

Nero nodded and stood up, turning his music off. He fell into step beside Dante.

Dante got them each a slice of pizza and they retreated to a sidestreet to eat together, sitting on boxes. Nero was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Alright kid, why’s the cat got your tongue all of a sudden?” Dante asked.

“I thought you might be mad at me,” he admitted, not looking at Dante.

“Nah, kid’s do dumb stuff a lot. I’m not one to hold a grudge,” he said. “If I was, would I have bought you pizza? It’s a sacred meal not to be shared with enemies.”

Nero smiled a little at that, looking relieved. “Oh. Okay.”

“Something else on your mind?” Dante asked.

Nero seemed to consider for a moment before nodding to himself. He looked up and finally met Dante’s eyes. “Can we, um, can we…can we just play, Dante? Like the day we met?” He looked a little desperate. “I didn’t mean to make you mad at me. I just wanna play.”

“Promise not to be a dummy again?” Dante asked, playfully bopping his fist against Nero’s head.

Nero relaxed even more. “Promise.”

They finished eating and Nero retrieved his ball for them to play. They started up a game of catch, just like that first day.

Nero seemed to loosen up the longer they played. He gave his high-pitched, boyish squeal of delight when he managed to toss the ball over Dante’s head and make him chase it. His grins were triumphant every time he caught the ball, and his enthusiasm drove him to keep playing even when he was clearly out of breath.

And Dante found he was having fun, too. He drove dramatically for the ball or let it hit him in the face to get a laugh out of Nero. He’d throw it over the kid’s head just to tease him, taunting him whenever Nero had to run and chase the ball.

The sidestreet echoed with their laughter and taunts. Nero’s bright smile and shining eyes made him look more like a happy young child than Dante had ever seen him.

He didn’t want this to end. He didn’t want to acknowledge that sinking feeling in his gut that told him this was it.

But Nero was a child. His endurance was better than that of a human, but he was still a young child.

He collapsed on the ground, arms splayed out and chest heaving. He was still beaming a smile, even as he gasped for breath.

When he had enough breath to giggle, he did so. He sat up and propped his arms on his knees.

Dante went and sat beside him, setting the ball down in front of them. Nero hesitantly leaned against Dante’s arm, relaxing when Dante didn’t push him off or move away.

“Tired?” Dante said, grinning down at him.

Nero returned the grin, his face flushed from running around so much. “Little bit. But I still did better than you.”

Dante let out a dramatic groan. “I’m old. Take it easy on me, kid.”

Nero giggled again, pressing a hand to his mouth to try and stifle it. “Nah. Keep up, old man.”

The sun had set and the stars were starting to decorate the sky overhead. Nero looked up at them, his head resting on Dante’s shoulder.

“Do the stars look the same outside of Fortuna?” he asked.

“I…never really paid attention,” Dante said, glancing up at the sky. 

“I look at the stars a lot,” Nero admitted. 

“Well, someday you’ll look at them from somewhere other than Fortuna. I know it,” Dante said.

Nero smiled softly. “Yea. I’d like that. Thanks for playing with me, Dante.”

Dante put his arm around Nero. “You’re not the only one who had fun with it, Nero.”

Nero seemed unspeakably pleased by that. The two fell into a comfortable silence, just watching the sky together.

It was all coming to an end; Dante could feel it. But for tonight, he held his nephew to his side and watched the stars with him, pretending their time together was as infinite as the sky above them.

[hohoz]

How RE Village (8) SOLVED almost every problem that I had with RE Series

Okay - a few weeks ago I made a post that was “The ones that suffer the most” where I showed and explained my main problems with Chris and Jill and the RE series in general 

RE 1 is my fav game of this series and probably one of my all time favs, I player every RE there is to be played except 4 (because I dislike Leon, sry) 

Recently, specially after 4, the franchise had a few problems, specially in writing/map design/lore 

Resident evil 5 for example (I love this game) but it has it flaws, Chris there is only driven by anger and action - Sheva is used as a tool for lore exposition and to be Chris’s new partner 

PLEASE: be aware that game at that generation didn’t have much lore - with some exceptions, like God of War 1 2 3 were a simply game with a simple lore, and the most recent GoW has evolved a little bit in the storytelling

Until we hit rock bottom in RE6 - I know a lot of people like this game, but this is only and action game, bad writing and generic stages. 

Chris there is so mistreated that makes me mad (if you want to read more about this go to my other post “the ones that suffer the most”)

Until RE7 appeared, Capcom had a new engine and they wanted to do a game that was more horror like - since RE is know for being a Survival horror game.

I liked 7 - some people complained about Ethan being without emotion and others complained about the mold, a few didn’t like the FEAR vibes from Eveline. 

I personally enjoyed the game, I thought RE series was going back on track, that game has it’s problems but it was really nice compared to what we had in 6.

After that game I had a conversation with my best friend and I said that I wanted a game that portrayed Umbrella’s fall since the only game that shows this is Umbrellas Chronicles (and that is most a resume of what happened)

And I said: “Bro, I wish that when they made that game, they could tie some mythological lore and human evolution before Umbrella - using Spencer, this would solve LOT OF STUFF and open new ways to handle this series”

and guess what - this happened in RE8 and kudos to the one writer that did that, i have my gratitude. 

RESIDENT EVIL 8 is probably one of the BEST RE games that we had IN YEARS

And I want to address all thing that I loved in this game and do some predictions to what will happen in the next games.

“WELL WELL IF IT ISN’T ETHAN WINTERS” (The Father of the year)

My father was not a great guy... really, so I want to be the best dad ever, I really want be like Ethan - a guy who is ready to sacrifice and fight every monster in the way to save my family. 

Ethan was a character that in RE7 was used to make us fell like that it was us in the Baker’s house, so that is why he didn’t had that much personality (in my opinion) but they changed that in RE8, here he has nice dialogues AND a diary 

He has one of the best story line in the whole REverse, a guy that did EVERYTHING in his power to save his daughter - and you saw that playing the game, every sentence line that he delivered, he tried to save others too and even tho Chris said to him stay put ... but he couldn’t, he had to go to the altar, he had to help Chris, he had to go forward and keep going, specially after having the tools to face Heisenberg. 

The plea from a father, that was his last wish, after he heard that Mia was alive he knew that someone had to stop that monster, he made a promise to his daughter “Daddy won’t let those weird fairy tale monsters get you” so he trusted Chris, to be the one that teaches his kid how to be brave and strong

I will not address Chris and Rose situation here because this is Ethans part and he deserves completely all the spotlight, his sacrifice was 100x times better than Steve (CV)/Piers(6)

My cheers to Ethan Winters - You have my respect !

Revelations -> RE8 

So leaks from earlier times said that RE8 sucked and Revelations 3 was amazing

Revelations FYI is know for using old tales in RE stories 

Revelations 1 - Dante’s Inferno 

Revelations 2 - Frans Kafka 

Revelations 3 - Dracula 

But since RE8 sucked, Capcom said to the REV3 team that they could make REV3 become RE8 and they accepted 

Revelations series is one of the best in the games, they handle Jill in a way that I love, Claire and even Barry - so they deserve all the spotlight for making this awesome game - you CLEARLY can see that they love this series and that they treat all the characters with the love that they deserve. 

Keeping that in mind, they are the same team that made Rev 2 and in REV 2 we have this file here 

So they had a plan for Jill and we can see that in RE8 - I will address that later but keep that in mind - this team cares for the old characters, they were the ones that brought Barry back to the games :V 

Chris Redfield 

This is a hard one, because he is my fav character and I usually have the most critics regard him, since I’ve expect a lot from Capcom 

In the latest games they made him kind dumb, only muscles type of guy and an alcoholic that let all the people in his surroundings die (RE5,RE6,Vendetta) 

RE6 treats him the WORST

But in RE8 he had an amazing part in the storyline, it was obvious that he wasn’t evil and they FIXED HIS EYE COLOR - FINALLY 

I still don’t like the model face that much but it’s way better than 7 - so I believe Capcom, I still feel that he need more jawline 

But let’s go to the most important thing - here he really feels like a squad leader and a veteran, he has his team but he is the one in the front line, he covers and ask for help when he needs, everything about his line delivery makes you feel like “Woah, this guy is a badass, he is not some stupid guy only driven by emotions”

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FINALLY GETTING THIS RIGHT 

If you remember my post about the ones that suffer the most / Jill is also in that list and I will talk about her a little bit later but if my guess is right RE8 saved her character aswell

Another thing that I enjoyed here is the fact that he is kind of a mercenary / Neo Umbrella kind of guy, even tho he is one of the founders of the BSAA

So I will give you all my score to this game: 

9/10

I won’t give 10/10 because of some technical issues, the cursor lock didn’t work and mouse sensitivity was i dunno, not the best. 

RE8 and the future (PREDICTIONS)  - Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, BSAA, Neo Umbrella, Ada Wong and Rosemary

First let’s look Rose

The first time I saw Rose all grown up - I thought to myself : She has the same problem as Eveline (age a lot faster than normal) 

But she also absorbed Miranda’s power since the metalicite (something like this) thought that she was a better host. - so maybe she will live longer or something because I doubt that they will do a 14 years time skip. 

This is not the same as Terra Save logo (Claire’s job) but it kind reminds me of it - her shoes appeared at least 3 times in this cut scene so maybe they are trying to show some hints with this 

She really reminds me of Jodie (Beyond two souls, a game where a girl has a lot of power and the gov uses her in missions and stuff, but she also is learning how to be her own person) 

Another thing here is that they don’t have a logo in this car, it really reminds me the car that Chris as using in RE8 

This supports the theory that Chris’s organization is dealing with her instead of the BSAA, the she is a hot headed girl and that she had a lot of powers. 

So here you can say that she is just a kid because she is a teenager, but what if she actually grows older really fast (like Eveline) maybe this is just 1 year later / 2 yrs later. (after RE8)

So this is the tricky part, this is Chris’s guard/soldier, someone that Chris trust to stand by her side, in my mind I do believe that Chris is kind of a father figure to her, so when this guys says this he is thinking about hot head Chris but she replies “Yeah” thinking about Ethan - (she has the mold memories, so she can actually remember Ethan’s memories) 

Now let’s look at this 

BSAA 

So in REV1 is hinted that BSAA is not the best organization in the world, but since our heroes work there we think that they are the good guys right ? 

In REV 2 (it’s important to remember that the team that created RE8 is the same from the REVELATIONS and they had this file here in REV2)

This email is from Jill and what does Jill have ? T-Virus 

Wesker is a different case since he was a project and she had the vaccine but this would make a lot of sense if they had this tests with Jill to get the T-Virus

If that is the case, they explained Jill’s absence in the main games, could even explain why Chris left BSAA and opened a new window to a lot of possibilities 

My Predictions: 

- Chris had trouble dealing with BSAA and Jill’s case, he wanted to get her out of there, maybe he removed her from there but that resulted in him being expelled from the force

-Jill may or may not know what they are doing with her blood, but she will have a huge part in the BOW used by BSAA 

-Chris is married to Jill (sorry- I had to place this here, in a perfect world he has two kids with her and they all love aunt Rose) 

-Chris will hopefully be a father figure to Rose and they will be in a game together since in the end they came to get her

-Rebecca is still involved in BSAA activities (leak from new REV3) if you consider Vendetta canon, she maybe the one that used Jill’s sample of blood to create the virus soldiers

-Barry maybe retired 

-I don’t think Leon will be in this game, but he will get his RE4 Rmk 

- I do believe RE9 will be release after Code veronica rmk and MAYBE they will do a game about Umbrella’s Fall (Chris and Jill in Europe against Red Queen and BOWs) 

But that is it, you can see a lot of elements from old RE games in RE8, they tried to do something really smart and the game felt amazing to play, that was something else and it’s been a while since a player a RE game that made me feel that way <3