#i hope y'all like it ahh....

[missingn000]

TPG 49 WILL BE POSTED TOMORROW.

[sainz100]

2024 Hungarian GP | x (edited)

[0dahv11ng]

What's a Mogul to a Farmer?

In 1920's New York, the prohibition act spreads throughout neighborhoods and businesses. The group of The Elite take it upon themselves to open a chain of undercover jazz club speakeasies under various business models. Tonight they hire some up and coming stars- Swerve Strickland and The Mogul Embassy. 'Hangman' Adam Page has taken a specific liking to the group's singer, Swerve; and navigates it throughout their first meeting. Where will the night(s) take them?

Words: 1.6k & crossposted on AO3

elite/bcc/strickpage prohibition era cozy jazz vibes yes or no.

A/N: this idea came to me in a vision when i was on an airplane listening to jazz. i hyperfixated too close to the sun. this feels like the silliest and cheesiest thing ive ever written- please write me some feedback! this was supposed to be the elite/the bcc but it just turned into strickpage sorry not sorryyyy. i dont know if i executed it quite like how i wanted to but hopefully the vibes are there! enjoy :3 (there will be more chapters depending on how this is recieved!!)

Tranquil jazz echoed throughout the ballroom filled with people. A man with a trumpet was illuminated by a soft spotlight coming from above, his skin glowing in the warm light. Another man was scatting along with his band mate’s trumpet, the bassist and drummer goading them along as they sang together in harmony. 

From across the floor a group of men sat near the bar as they watched the crowd dance together in synchrony. There were the members of the famous gang the Elite. They were known across the streets of New York for their variety of modern speakeasies they had decided to open in the height of prohibition. This one in particular was located in the basement of  a wrestling school. Their uprising in popularity had made their hidden bars big attractions for events like tonight.

“Say, what a voice that guy has.” Nick, the younger of the brothers comments. “We’ll have to keep him in mind for next time.”

“I’d say so. He seems to be well liked.” Matt nodded as he raised his glass to his mouth.

“Especially by the ladies.” A man with longer curly hair joins the conversation as he claps a firm hand on Matt’s shoulder.

“Kenny,” Matt glanced up at him. “Glad you could make it. You made a good choice booking this one tonight.”

The man nods and sits down at their table. “He’s an up and coming star. Feels like all of New York is talking about ‘Swerve’ and his musical talents. He’s awfully attra-”

“How about another round?” The fourth man, and frankly most silent man in the conversation quickly clears his throat and stands up.

“I think we’re okay Hanger,” Kenny shifts in his seat and glances over to the two brothers before asking, “Everything alright?”

The ‘Hangman,’ Adam Page adjusts his cowboy hat and strolls away from their table without saying another word. He went to lean on the bar to order another whiskey, but the singer’s voice distracted him as he closed out his song. Cheers and applause dispersed as the singer grabbed on to his microphone. Adam watched him intently. His face, his clothes, his voice. He called himself Swerve Strickland, and formally introduced his band to the crowd as the Mogul Embassy. Another round of applause rose as he thanked everyone for attending, and the Elite for hosting.

Swerve and his band cleared from the stage to allow the next entertainer to take residency. Doing their best to make their way through the sea of people, they started getting closer to the corner the Elite occupied. Adam started to feel anxious. What could he say to him? Could he even bring up the courage to speak? Why was he suddenly so flustered by this man? They had held events similar to this night after night, and yet, for some reason he had never been so intimidated. He looked on as Swerve walked up to the managers. They shook hands and exchanged laughs before Swerve and his band took a seat at the table. 

It took Adam a few minutes, but he took his glass of whiskey and brought himself over to their table. He glanced around for Kenny and he found him on the dance floor. He immediately diverted his gaze from Kenny and the man he was dancing with. Kota. That’s a subject for another time, he pondered. He let out a soft exhale and watched the group interact with each other. 

“So the name, I have to ask,” Matt questioned with a chuckle. “How did you come up with such a thing?”

“Well,” Swerve glanced around the table of men. “It’s inspired by my mother. She always wanted me to be a big businessman and follow in my family’s footsteps. Just not for me. So I decided to poke fun at it and call my team of boys here the Mogul Embassy.” 

He turned his head to the looming figure standing with an arm resting on Matt’s seat. His golden curls caught the glimmer of lights flashing off a mirror-ball, a glass in his hands. Although he thought it was his imagination, he was still catching glances from this man just like he had earlier on stage. There’s something off. He thought.

“That is just inspiring.” Matt leaned back in his chair with crossed arms. He looked over to the crowd of people dancing to a song being sung by a singular woman in a sheer robe and flapper attire. He looked back over to the table to crane his neck behind himself at Adam. A soft smile was shared between them. “Care for a dance, Hanger?”

He looked down to his friend and chuckled back at him. “No, Matt.” He stepped back. “Thank you though. You’ll have to save one for me.” Downing the rest of his whiskey, he set it on the table before once again turning on his heels to walk away. He stumbled up the stairs next to the bar to make his way back up to the main floor to get some fresh air. 

“Hanger?” Swerve was intrigued by the nickname, diverting the attention back to the table as everyone watched Adam disappear. 

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Nick laughed and stood up. “Well fellas, I think Matt needs a dance. Thank you again for coming tonight, it was an honor to meet you. Feel free to step up to the bar or join us for a dance!” He glanced down at Matt, still sitting in his chair with his arms crossed. “I need to get my brother a dance partner.”

Swerve stood with Nick to shake his hand and thank him in turn. He gave a friendly wave to his band mates and made his way to where the man had left. He hiked up steep steps leading to a hallway with the speakeasy’s admission host. “Have you seen a cowboy around here?”

“Ah.” The tall man nodded. “The Hangman. He just went up to the roof. Make your way through the combat club and take a left. You’ll find the stairs there.”

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“Hangman?”

Adam turned on his heels away from the view of the New York skyline to face the voice coming from behind him. His blue eyes locked with a pair of dark brown ones now standing directly across from him. The sudden eye contact made him shuffle in place and he looked down. His hand rested on his belt buckle, an old quirk he never seemed to shake off.

“Caught you off guard?” Swerve stepped closer to him. “My apologies.”

“You’re-” He cleared his throat. “No worries.” Adam’s eyes caught Swerve’s once again. He intently held up his gaze, doing his best to come off calm.

“The Hangman,” Swerve reiterated, shoving his hands into his over-sized jacket. The fur lining blew gently in the wind. “How does one end up with a name like that?”

“Just,” he stuttered with the slightest southern drawl. “An old nickname. From back home.”

“Back home?”

“Down south.” He looked back out to the city. “S’Where I met Matt and Nick. Came all the way from the California coast to my little town in Virginia on their way up to the big city.”

“You’re a cowboy, then.” Swerve gestured to him with a nod.

“If you’d like to call it that way.” Adam softly smiled and rested his elbows on the edge of the rooftop barricade. “How about you, Mogul?”

“Pops served in the war and somehow we ended up here.” He joined Adam at the barricade, shoulders nearly touching. Adam glanced down at their closeness and felt his breath hitch in his throat. Swerve was still talking yet he couldn’t focus on anything but the soft breeze that was directing the smell of his sharp cologne in his direction. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Adam’s head shot up with a furrowed brow. He opened his mouth to speak but his breath stuttered in his lungs. His mouth closed as he made eye contact with Swerve. 

“Are you feeling alright?” Adam’s mouth opened right back up as he stared at the man next to him. 

“I’m alright.” He stuttered. “I’m just fine, thank you.” There was silence as Swerve slowly cocked his head to the side. Adam sighed and looked back out to the sky. “I’m fine.”

“Okay,” A large smile graced Swerve’s face. “But I know you want to talk to me. I’ve been watching you watch me all night.”

A deep red blush crept its way across Adam’s entire face. All he could do was sigh and put his head in his hands. 

“Well if you need me,” Swerve straightened his back as he stood up from the barricade. “Here’s where you can reach me. Write to me whenever you feel.” He took a small piece of paper out of his coat pocket and waved it in the air. Adam looked over from his hands and watched Swerve as he put the slip in Adam’s own pocket.

“Thank you.” He sighed again. “I’m sorry, I think I’ve had too much to drink.”

Swerve started to back away towards the door. “No need, cowboy. I’d like to know how Virginia is. I’m betting on you to tell me.”

“I won’t let you down.” A pondering grin spread across the Hangman’s face. He began moving closer to Swerve. “You know, my real name is Adam. Adam Page.”

“Nice to meet you, Adam.” His back hit the door. He let out a small shudder as he watched Adam raise his hand.

He took Swerve's hand in a firm handshake, his other hand going to his shoulder. "Pleasure."

[mad-hunts]

hey, y'all — guess what i made 👀 it's my first video edit, so it's probably not the best, BUT... i wanted to make something a bit spicy so here we go: barton's fc with dirty diana tehe

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Was supposed to write a quick fic of less than 5k words for @brainrot-has-overtaken-me prompt. So tell me why I just finished it and this happened

[mr-frohickys-adopted-kid]

chat, do y'all fw with this?

(Posted this a few minutes ago on TikTok, but I'll try posting abt the Scaleshade AU on both platforms, probably infodump on Tumblr more tho.)

[spacefunclubs]

We poppin the BIGGEST bottles if Boy and the Heron wins the Oscar tonight

[the-halfling-prince]

time for my favorite game: how many glasses of wine can I chug in front of my mother before she goes, "hey, maybe this isn't the best coping mechanism"

[little-chaos-arts]

Little comic about an idea that has been stuck in my head since ch 267.... The gang goes to the movies!!

I really enjoy thinking about movie nerd Yuji and the 'Everything Everywhere All At Once ' parallel in ch 267 had me thinking about this....

[hickoryblossom]

Hi, Happy Pride month Everyone! (I know this is a bit late, I ment to make it sooner but time escaped me) I'm working on a whole collection of illustrations, like full color and everything. for pride with Ninjago characters. Um but I have a tendency to procrastinate, they're almost done. but in the meantime here's some sneak peeks, just some drawings that I thought were cute from the concept sketches.

Just to be clear these are not like the initial concept sketches these drawings were all refining ideas especially outfits

[solitaryparadise]

Tagged by @dataframe-daze, ty friendo

Last Show: oh man I've been meaning to watch Castlevania 2016 for like a month and a half now, dunno why I haven't. I think the last thing I watched start to finish was chainsaw man as well lol. I've also been watching critical role campaign 2 but not sure if that counts.

Currently Reading: the recent chapters of berserk, and if manga doesn't count, uhhh I listened to an audiobook of The Metamorphosis sometime back. If audiobooks don't count then I haven't touched an actual paper book since highschool lmao

Current Obsession: getting my ass handed to me in street fighter 6 ranked and civilization 6

Tagging: hmm @professor-doc-emeritus @jingo and @christ-chan-official

[sainz100]

2024 Las Vegas GP ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ by Irwen Song

[marshmallowgoop]

(Previous DCMK-game anon) That was exactly what I was looking for! Thank you so much, you are was so helpful and so kind to take time out of your day to respond! Hope you've been well :) ❤️

[Game ask]

Aww, Anon 🥺 I'm glad I was able to help! I love talking "niche" DetCo content—there's a lot of fun stuff out there that I like bringing more attention to!—so I love asks wondering about that kind of thing. Gives me an excuse to ramble!

Thank you for such a sweet ask!

[mad-hunts]

'HAVE YOU BEEN NAUGHTY OR NICE?' QUIZ.

(honestly... i was going to say 'DESERVED,' but c'mon — they're saying that this guy is going to get coal this year?)

(JSJSJ LMAO, nahhh, i'm just kidding y'all... that photo has actually been heavily photoshopped because THIS is actually what that edit looks like of barton /hj so yeah, no matter how you slice it — it's deserved ☠️)

[brutalmasks]

FIGHTING STYLE ANALYSIS.

bold what often, or always applies to your character. italicize things that they will sometimes do. and strike out options that they would never do. repost, don't reblog.

• fights honourably / fights dirty

• prefers close - quarters / prefers range

• chats during / goes silent

• low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

• attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

• goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

• is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

• gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

• uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

• rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

• fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement / fights with delight

• fights because they have to / fights because they want to

• fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

• prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalised weapon / prefers magic, alchemy or spells

• their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

• transforms for battle / fights as they appear

• relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

• uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

• exhausts quickly / has high stamina

• behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

• uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

• tries to avoid civilians / strikes down civilians

• damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

• signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

• mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

• fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

• messy fighter / elegant fighter

• accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

• compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

• uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

• prefers to dodge / prefers to block

• defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

• uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

• plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

• waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

• fears death / fears pain / fears killing

• has ptsd / avoids fighting

• has lost a fight / has won a fight

• has killed / refuses to kill / enjoys killing

• wants to die standing / would succumb slowly