#keith gandor

[niintendoqs]

Baccano! But if they all had iPhones

[avvos]

4.

[saint-miroir]

Fave Anime OPs (3/?)— Gun’s and Roses by Paradise Lunch

(From: Baccano!)

[abyssalplein]

I was cleaning out my files and found this Gandor brothers series(?) that I did. How did I forget about this? These are from 2 years ago???

[gunmeister]

ninth baccanovember fic! this one is for claire and keith and the prompt "a sign of respect", though that prompt is used a little loosely.

[esperanzacboronial]

Happy Baccano! Week!!!

Day 1: Connections, fate and coincidence

The links between people aren't cut that easily. They don't have any form, just like air, so you can't cut them even if you tried...

[cosmic-horror-clown]

Kate Gandor

[saintgatsbys]

happy national keith day

[savannahstanfield27]

Happy National Keith Day

[idontthinkimokaymentally]

Hello there Keith Gandor fans.

[closedcoffins]

i lied we're still working on the art project. iykyk.

[niintendoqs]

"out of character" DON'T CARE! LUCK IS ABOUT TO GET HIS ASS BEAT AND IT'S FUNNY

[drfeelgreed]

Slowly, Jorgi picked up the revolver, brought it to his temple, and---

"------!"

Suddenly, he thrust the gun out in front of him and squeezed the trigger. Straight at the three brothers, his own bosses, across from him.

He pulled the trigger once...twice...three times, four, five, six......

Click

Click Click

Click-click-click

No fire erupted.

All that echoed through the quiet basement was the metallic sound of the hammer striking. It blended in with the jazz that filtered down from the floor above, creating an odd ensemble that lingered in Jorgi's ears.

"... That's very unfortunate, Jorgi."

Luck spoke sadly. Unusually for him, his eyes really did appear sad.

"Take a good look... Those're all blanks."

Berga spoke dispassionately, his face expressionless.

Jorgi was stunned; he had no idea what had happened. Luck handed down the verdict:

"... Listen, Jorgi. The three of us were grateful for all the work you'd done for us. We talked it over and came to a decision. If you'd steeled yourself and pulled the trigger yourself, we'd let you leave the group without a word. If you cried and begged for your life, we'd beat you half to death and let you leave. If you denied everything to the end, we'd cut your tongue out and let you leave. And...you chose the very worst outcome. I can't tell you how unhappy I am about that."

At that point, Luck shook his head and said nothing more.

This time, Jorgi really did despair and regret what he'd done. If he'd at least begged for his life...

Even now, it might not be too late. Just as he opened his mouth to speak---

A gigantic shoe was shoved into it.

Berga had suddenly jumped up onto the table and kicked Jorgi's face the way a kid would kick a ball.

"... Don't you make my brothers any sadder."

Eyebrows drawn together in a scowl, he looked down on the degenerate who lay on the floor. The lightbulb that hung right beside Berga's head was swinging violently.

Several of Jorgi's teeth had left his mouth, and the whites of his eyes showed under slightly opened eyelids. Apparently the attack had knocked him out cold.

Seeing this, several of the men who had been watching the poker match began to move. They picked up Jorgi's body and stuffed it into a gunnysack. Then two of them lifted the sack...and climbed the stairs to the ground floor.

After this, the gunnysack would be driven outside the city and taken to a place with a view of the ocean.

Jorgi was unconscious now, but he would probably never wake up again.

The man who knew his fate quietly stirred the vocal chords he almost never used.

"...... Damn fool..."

The only ones who heard Keith's soft murmur were his two younger brothers.

Baccano! 1930 "The Rolling Bootlegs". Chapter One, "Day One".

[drfeelgreed-a]

" do you . . . want to see what i can do? " | kanade to keith?

This is someone whose music Kate respects.

Keith had known that going into the conversation, of course. Kate speaks about Kanade regularly and fondly as someone who has an incredible talent for composition. He believes everything she'd said, and that fact already gives Kanade an edge in the interaction between them, though the leniency likely isn't communicated to anyone but the people closest to him.

She's more timid than he'd expected, but it doesn't matter; she won't be the one performing outside of this instance, so there isn't any need to project a welcoming personality.

"....."

In lieu of a verbal answer, he nods his assent and gestures to the piano on the stage---the near-pristine instrument sits ready to play for today's pianist, in a few hours.

(Not Kate, he thinks with some disappointment.)

For now, though, the piano is nobody's to command unless Kanade steps up and shows him her composition. It's an informal audition, but the fact of the matter is that his mind is already made up.

wants. / accepting.

[abyssalplein]

Baccano! Week 2023 - Day 2: Time and Timelessness

Something about the Keith knowing that he will outlive Kate. (I am screaming). Also I was experimenting with the coloring/rendering process here.

[c4rdsharp]

Luck held Berga’s stare with as steady and as certain a gaze as he could. Although Luck had never questioned his right to a relationship with Melvi, there were still unspoken & shaky doubts riddled in the back of his mind. He would never voice them, of course – especially to Melvi, who had worked so hard to gain something akin to a redemption.

no, he would never call it that, would he?

In truth, Melvi had never redeemed himself in the eyes of anybody. Technically, he never redeemed himself to Luck of all people, despite Luck’s growing attachment and eventual want of him. Perhaps, to a passive observer, Luck choosing to stand by him despite all of the wrongs he Melvi has done to him in the past is indicative of some kind of redemption . . . but redemption was too clean a word for what it was.

no, he never redeemed himself to anyone. he’s much too selfish for that. perhaps I really am just a fool.

But the self - reprimand lacked any sort of bite. After all, wasn’t Luck just as equally selfish? And wasn’t Melvi just as equally foolish courting someone with more than enough reason to want him dead?

there is no real answer to why. it is just simply because we want.

He wondered if why had ever come across Berga’s mind when he started seeing Kalia. It probably never did ; neither he nor Keith had any real reason to question the relationship they were in or if it was right to pursue at all.

i suspect any relationship i pursue wouldn’t be afforded the same privileges.

Luck suppressed a bitter smile as he watched Berga begin to make his way towards him. A large, warm hand clasped him on the shoulder before pulling him into a firm hug – a familiar hold that brought back a whole host of body memories. Sensations from child to adulthood, a reliable constant in his life. Even if it was something Luck felt he had outgrown the need for.

He circled his own arms around Berga’s chest in quick succession, a soft smile Berga couldn’t see adorning his face. It had been awhile since Luck gave a return hug so naturally – he had been rather stiff with his affections in the coming years.

when have i disliked being touched so much, anyway?

He pulled back, and gifted Berga a relieved expression, as if appeased by his response. “ i know, “ Luck refrained from giving him a sarcastic answer to his otherwise well - intentioned phrasing. “ you’ve always been looking out for me, and it is something i appreciate. if truth be told, without you, i . . . wouldn’t have had the chance to share this discussion with you in the first place, so i . . . i harbor nothing but gratitude towards your want to keep me safe. however, “ there was always a but, “ you ought to give me some credence. at the very least, allow me the gravity to make my own mistakes. it is the only real way for me to learn . . . besides, you ought to know i’ve always been happier taking risks. i’ve never been one for tradition. i'm not Keith. “

it's contradictory, that for all of berga's deep-rooted understanding of both his own feelings && those of his brothers, he still has a hard time wrapping his mind around this in particular. or maybe it's just luck's words — thoughtful, complex, && contradictory in their own right. emotions, he can pick up on. explanations are not as easily understood. but he tries.

trust is important. && as high as luck prioritizes it, emphasizes it now, when he speaks of melvi, berga knows, logically, that he has no right to not give that same trust to luck himself, even if it's not yet willing to extend it to melvi.

he listens. expression remains stony && impassive, but he listens all the same. && then, when luck has finished, && looks at him with his fox-eyed gaze, berga clears his throat.

"i hope you don't expect me to suddenly start liking him," he says. let's get that straight, right away. "but..." berga searches his face for something he doubts even luck knows is there. "you trust him," he echoes, "&&... you love him?"

he could argue. && part of him wants to, desperately. but the line between protecting luck && upsetting him has always been a thin one. it took berga a long time in childhood to learn how to not let his strength lay harm to his younger brother ; it's time he start learning how to not let his emotions do the same.

he stands up slowly, && crosses the room to luck. he stands before him silently for a moment, && then grabs him in a simple, but very firm embrace. "i just want you to be happy."