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whirlybirbs · 5 years ago

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⋆ —– CARHOP COOL, 3.

summary: you and steve talk. apologies are exchanged. steve wishes he had friends like you and robin a year ago. you might like steve. robin can tell. pairing: steve harrington x reader, post season three word count: 1.6k a/n: we love some good dialogue work & h.s. regrets/nostalgia, don’t we?

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If he was being honest, you were the last person he ever thought he’d find himself next to on a summer night, perched on the bumper of your hatchback at the drive-in’s.

Even more so, you’re the last person he would ever see himself having a big, ol’ honking crush on.

High school hierarchy had established that you were both very different people and for the sake of keeping the metaphorical crown of Hawkins High King on his head, he’d stuck with what he knew. And that was being a huge dick and having good hair, mostly, but also keeping the chit-chat with the weird kids to a minimum.

Now, Steve’s realizing that you aren’t a weird kid and if anything, he’s the weird one. You seem to humor it, though -- frosty demeanor quickly melting with every passing minute spent in the setting summer sun in the back of your car.

(Robin’s taking a suspiciously long time getting a bucket of popcorn. She’s been gone for fifteen minutes at least.)

“Okay, sure,” Steve drawls, leaning back on his palms and swinging his legs, “But if you had to pick...”

You grimace, pulling one leg up to your chest and screwing your brows. Steve’s face quirks into an amused smile, leaning to watch the way your thought process plays out on your face. He could care less about your answer to the trivial question, mostly interested and enamored with the fact you’re actually talking to him, never mind laughing at his jokes.

“This is hard.”

“Yeah,” he chirps, hair bouncing as he shakes his head, “See?”

“I dunno,” you lean back against the side of the trunk, turning to eye him critically, “And you said I had to eat it everyday -- but, does that mean every meal?”

“Oh, yeah,” Steve rattles off, raising a finger with each word, “Breakfast, lunch and dinner. All three meals.”

“What about snacks?”

“-- They have to be smaller bits of the Hawkins High meal of choice.”

You groan and Steve grins to himself.

“I guess chicken patties,” you huff, giving in to his line of questioning, “That was, like, the best lunch they served, so --”

“Oh, amazing choice.”

“You think?”

“Oh, yeah,” Steve waves, dropping his hand to his jeans and speaking as if he knows what he’s talking out, “Dress it up, dress it down, put it on a salad --”

You snort. You nudge him with the toe of your skate shoe. “What about you?”

“Uh,” Steve shrugs, “I packed my lunches everyday, actually --”

You blink. “Really? Steve Harrington carried a lunchbox around?”

He raises his hands. “I know, cool kid faux pas --”

You laugh at that, dropping your chin to your knee and shrugging a bit. “Who cares. You cool kids weren’t even that cool anyways.”

Steve dramatically blinks at you, laughing a bit as he pretends to be offended. “Uh, says who?”

“Me, the girl who had spitballs in her hair for three periods because of you!”

It’s different this time -- you’re laughing as you say, leaning to flick his ear. Steve makes a surprised sound, dodging the attack and playfully shoving you back.

“Hey! That wasn’t me!”

“You and Tommy H. shared the same brain cell, Steve.”

“Rude.”

Your jaw drops as you laugh, startling another grin out of Steve as you shove his shoulder. He laughs as you do, raising his hands in surrender.

“I’m kidding -- I know, I... Listen, I was -- I was the worst in high school. Robin’s made that pretty clear,” he says, turning. His converse poke yours, knees pulled to his chest as he leans on the back stereo to face you completely. The Rolling Stone’s song Beast of Burden is playing through the radio, “And I know I was. I’m... I’m sorry. For being the worst. And the spitball --”

You move to open your mouth.

“-- And the perm thing,” Steve raises a finger, eyes gentle, “And, like, every other instance where I was mean.”

Your mouth closes and your lips turn up into a content smirk.

“... Apology accepted.”

Steve blinks.

“... Really?”

You raise a brow. “Yeah...?”

“Wow,” he says, doe-eyes glued to the look on your face, “I thought... Okay. Cool. We’re... We’re cool?”

You exhale quickly, laughing a little before breaking into a wide smile. “Yeah. We’re cool. I’m... I’m not good at holding grunges anyway.”

A lie. Steve calls it.

“Yeah, okay, Frosty.”

Your jaw drops again, spurring Steve to grin and shrug, turning to face the blank screen. More cars have started to congregate now with the sun setting almost entirely. Still, Robin is nowhere to be seen.

You lean around, popping into his field of vision. You look amused.

You are.

“Hold on, ‘Frosty’?” you peel into a laugh, “What, like the snowman?”

“No, like, uh, like the Foreigner song?” he asks, corners of his lips quirking as his voice hikes into a high croon. He’s singing the song, “You’re as cold as ice --”

“Oh, come on --”

“I thought you were gonna punch me in the mouth,” he says, shoulder to shoulder with you, “Seriously -- the other night at Roll-o’s? It was, like, absolutely terrifying.”

“... Really?” you ask, whispering a little.

“Yeah, god -- if looks could kill,” he chirps, “I’d be in a shallow grave.”

“I... Sorry,” you say sheepishly, “I thought -- I thought you were still an asshole.”

Victory fleets across his face. “Does that mean I’m not anymore?”

You shoot him a look in retaliation. “I’m still deciding.”

“Okay,” he grins, “Okay. That works for me.”

You both slip into a comfortable, friendly silence that’s different -- there’s no malice in the way you nudge his shoulder with yours when you spy Robin juggling two huge containers of popcorn, moving quickly towards you both.

You’re about to make a joke about her taking her sweet time when she blurts out:

“I have to go.”

Both you and Steve blink at her as she shoves the popcorn into your lap and Steve’s.

“What?”

She’s wide-eyed, moving to smush herself between the both of you. You and Steve share a look, leaning around her to connect your gazes. She’s zoned out, face contorted into a look of absolute horror.

What? he mouths.

I dunno, you shrug.

“Tammy Thompson,” Robin breathes, “Works at the convenience stand --”

You both perk up.

“Rob, that’s good --”

You nudge her, beaming. “Did you say hi?”

“Oh, did I -- I made an ass of myself -- she didn’t even remember me.”

Your face falls. And Robin makes a pained noise into her hands. Steve grits his teeth and winces, silence falling across the three of you -- then he speaks.

“I mean, you’re not missing much,” Steve wiggles the popcorn, “She still sings like a muppet.”

Your jaw drops for, like, the upteenth time tonight. “Steve!”

Robin groans. “He’s right!”

“I know he’s right,” you groan, “But --”

“Oooooh, don’t you want me baybee --” it’s not Steve Harrington singing, it’s Kermit.

And you’re laughing.

It’s not soon before Robin is too, cracking a pained laugh through her internal suffering as he continues to croon in a muppet-styled serenade, aimed at both of you with the kind of theatrics that would have gotten his a lead in the spring musical.

That seems to remedy the moping as she leans into you and scoops up a handful of popcorn. She shoves it entirely into her mouth.

“It was awkward.”

“Seeing people from high school is always awkward,” you say, trying to ease her worry, “Remember when we saw Farrah Goodman when she worked at Kroger’s?”

Steve pulls a face. “She was mean.”

“Vicious,” you correct, “An absolute bulldog.”

“Yeah,” Robin mumbles, “She tried to give us coupons.”

“Coupons?”

“Yeah, for adult diapers,” you supply, “And we were too scared to say no, so we just smiled and laughed and said, ‘oh we will be using these, for sure’, like assholes.”

“She was scary!” Robin cries as Steve descended into a round of laughter, “Did you ever see her deck girls during soccer games? She lived for bloodsport.”

“I can say,” Steve snorts, “I never went to a soccer game.”

“We know,” you groan, “It was our safe space.”

“Safe space?” Robin cries again, “Says you!”

“It was my safe space,” you offer Steve.

Silence settles between the three of you as you begin to munch on the popcorn, ignoring the fading of Robin’s remorse -- Steve breaks the silence with a quiet string of words that catch you by surprise.

“I really wish I was friends with you both in high school.”

When you look over at him, he’s looking at his hands.

Robin watches the exchange, eyes light with a budding curiosity for how you’ll react. She’s pleasantly surprised when your usual hardened demeanor towards Steve seems to be absent.

“... Really?”

Steve swallows, nodding a bit. He looks up, catching your eyes.

“Yeah. I mean, maybe then my Senior year wouldn’t have sucked. I would have had... I dunno, I would have had real friends and --” his words trail off, voice splitting into an emotion like regret, “And I woulda been happy, probably.”

It’s like getting punched in the gut.

In a desperate attempt to move past the feelings his words stir in your chest, you speak quickly.

“... Does that mean we’re cool?”

It makes Steve laugh, if only a little.

Robin feels like she’s watching from the outside, grinning like an idiot.

“Yeah,” he says, finally, brown eyes glued to your blooming smile, “You’re cool.”

Oh, this is good.

#carhop cool #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #joe keery imagine #steve harrington reader insert

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starlightwrites · 5 years ago

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For the Emotional Prompts, could I please get Anger 10. “Do that again and you’ll regret it" for Cori and Gage? There are a lot of reasons I can imagine either one saying that, to each other or anyone else, so I'm curious to see what you'd do with it! Thank you!

Hi @aliceliveson!

Thank you for asking! It took me a couple of days to land on a scene, but I think I found some context for this one. This was a challenging prompt; I really liked writing it!

For the Emotional Prompts (linked)

Anger: “Do that again and you’ll regret it.” (Gage)

Corinne was already at the arcade by the time he caught up to her.

He found her up front by the token machines, leaning against the wall and talking to Fritsch. Bit her lip. Didn’t look up as he entered the room; she shoulda’—should always have her head on a swivel when she was out. Especially when she was out without him.

And that was the real fucking problem, wasn’t it? She was just out. Hadn’t told him that she was leaving. Left him sleeping while she wandered all over the goddamned place alone. She could have gotten gutted or grabbed. After the shit that happened with Nisha? She should have known better. Should have thought better.

Fritsch nodded at whatever she said before glancing back over his shoulder, his gaze landing on the door. Cori finally looked up too. Took her long enough.

He raised an eyebrow. She nodded at him and then turned right back to Fritsch. Right back into the conversation as if she hadn’t gone awol and scared the living daylights out of him.

He crossed to stand closer to the middle of the lobby. From there, he could see into the rooms on either side. Some Disciples milling around the shooting game. He could hear folks out back, most likely Pack, given how loud they were. No one by the hoop-shoot game. No telling if there was someone out in the back closet, but there were enough people just from what he could tell that there was potential for this to go south.

“So, Boss,” Fritsch said. “You gonna kill it?”

Cori thought for a second. Sighed. Drummed her fingers on her thigh. She was nervous about something.

“I don’t think so. Better plan: let’s put out a general bulletin with RedEye to open season on the thing. I’m sure there’s plenty of raiders around here who’d love to take a crack at a Super Mutant.”

“You might be right about that, OverBoss, but I’ll tell you something because I like ya.” Fritsch smoothed the ends of his moustache. He leaned in and spoke quiet enough where Gage had to strain to hear him over the constant noise from the old soundtrack in the background. Quietly, he added “Eventually, you’re gonna want to hop back in that ring. We all got things around here that keep us useful. This arcade is my pride and joy, but it’s also the only reason I get to stay here without a collar. Folks need some way to blow off steam, you know?”

Corinne nodded.

“You’re doing good work here, so far as I can see. But the gangs need reminding of how tough you are. Keeps them from getting too curious about who could take you in a fight. Pass this one up, but maybe take on the next asshole who gets caught in the trap, right?”

“Maybe.”

“I knew you were made of smarter stuff. Old Gage over there doesn’t trust just anyone, do you Gage?”

He grunted. The Disciples in the other room were still watching.

“That’s some glowing praise from Gage,” Fritsch grinned as he nudged Cori with his elbow. She smiled.

“I’ll remember the advice. And thanks for the tokens,” she replied.

Fritsch nodded and waved them off. The Disciples watched Cori cross the lobby but didn’t move. After a moment, Gage cracked his neck, nodded to the Disciples and Fritsch, and followed Corinne out into the midday sun.

She walked like there ain’t no place she oughtta be, and sure, not like she needed to be outpacing a deathclaw, but the unaffected ease of her stride was pissing him off. Looked back over his shoulder again. Some runt Fritsch had probably hired from the travelers scrambled out the door in the direction of RedEye’s radio tower, at the other end of Nuka Town. Disciples weren’t following, but he could tell at least a couple of them had thought about it just by how they’d been standing. Ears probably pricked up under their masks.

He waited until they made it all the way up to Fizztop before saying a word.

“And what the fuck was that, huh Boss?”

“Excuse me?” She flopped onto the couch across from the bar, feet up on the table. Half a smirk played across her lips like she thought this was the funniest damn thing.

“You ran off.” He folded his arms over his chest. Her eyes swept from his hairline down to his boots and back up again. The smirk faded.

“I went to handle some OverBoss business,” she said.

“By running off.”

“Yeah, to talk to Fritsch. Not to go fight Nisha or anything like that. Didn’t you want me to be more hands-on?”

Fuckin’—

Gage looked down at the shitty star pattern on the faded blue carpet.

Of course. Of course he wanted her acting like she owned the place, because that was the only damn attitude that raiders payed attention to. But she had to know that running off without a word to talk to an unaffiliated repairman wasn’t what he had in mind.

“You know this ain’t what I meant.”

“Do I know that?” She took her boots off the table and sat up a little straighter. “Because listening to my constituents seems like doing my job.”

“Listening to your what?”

“Fritsch. He wanted me to fight in the arena.”

“And you said no?”

“Absolutely!” She shot up from the couch, throwing her arms up. “He wanted me to fight a super mutant. There is no way in hell I am fighting a super mutant alone.”

At least she’d thought something through.

A super mutant in the gauntlet. If he weren’t so mad, he woulda said she’d made a good call in having the other raiders torture it to death. It should at least keep them happy and preoccupied for a bit, which was always good. But that didn’t erase the fact that she’d done all that alone. That’d he’d woken up and she’d been gone.

“Do you know what might have happened to you if someone had heard you say “no” to a fight?”

Corinne sputtered for a second. Mouth open. Mouth closed. Jaw clenched. Hands on her hips. Couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but she sure as hell wasn’t just agreeing with him, which meant that whatever she was about to say was dead wrong.

Finally, finger in his face, she hissed “so what? You’d have me fight a super mutant voluntarily?”

That wasn’t even the point. This wasn’t even the point of the whole thing, but somehow they’d spiraled off track and he couldn’t even begin to think about how to explain to her that she was fuckin’ mortal and that some of those raiders wouldn’t hesitate to gut her if they thought they had the chance.

“I ain’t sayin’ that,” he growled.

“No. You aren’t.” Her tone spiked, arms stretched out. “You aren’t saying anything helpful, really. You’re just yelling at me for doing my job, and last I checked around here, I was the one in charge. Not. You.”

Not him.

Oh, for sure he knew she was in charge and not him. Cuz if he was in charge? He wouldn’t make stupid calls. He wouldn’t put himself in danger just because. He wouldn’t argue with good advice. He wouldn’t go prancing off to a place where he was likely to get stabbed in the throat just to talk to a mechanic about some bloodsport, cuz he wouldn’t go fuckin’ anywhere without someone watching his back. Because he knew better.

Fritsch was smart and kept to himself for the most part, but he didn’t ever claim to know how to run this place, and there was no way in hell that he’d stick his neck out to keep her safe, push comes to shove. Can’t alienate the folks who pay for his meals; Frisch ain’t the type to shit where he eats. And she may not have had the time to ask him for help in the first place, because she probably hadn’t seen noticed the gaggle of mask-wearing jackasses sitting just around the corner, fiddling with their knives. If those Disciples had realized she was alone. If they’d followed her out of that place. If they’d gotten her by herself—

She’d be gone. If he hadn’t shown up, there was a fair chance she’d be gone and he’d be finding chunks of her all around the park.

Didn’t want to think about that.

“Do that again,” he said through grit teeth, “and you’ll regret it.”

“Mmhm.”

“I’m fuckin’ serious.” He stepped in close to catch her eye. “That was risky. You know how many people would be pissed off that you didn’t take the fight? If I hadn’t turned up, those Disciples in the back room might have gutted you for turning Fritsch down. You ever seen what the Disciples do to folks they don’t like? For once in your goddamned life, just think shit through.”

She blinked. Jaw locked up and lips pressed together in a hard line. He realized he was towering over her, right in her damned space, and he straightened out. Took a step back.

“I’m serious,” he said again. Just for something to say.

“I heard you.”

He wanted to retort. Tell her off. Remind her that he was on her fuckin’ side. But his mouth felt dry and his head ached and for a minute there, he couldn’t think of a damn word to add to the conversation.

“Is that all you had to say, Gage?” Her tone was crisp and sharp, like falling through the ice on a barely frozen-over lake.

Outside, the sun burned bright through the windows behind her. Vibrant blue, cloudless sky extended out like someone had spilled paint. In the distance, one of those mangled birds he saw sometimes landed and perched on the wall around Nuka Town, its dark wings a black splotch on the horizon. The flat, dusty earth stretched out as far as he could see and he had the strange thought that they were on an island but somehow, he was still alone out here. Stranded in this strange place that ain’t quite land and ain’t quite sky.

He looked at her again. Angry—her chest heaving, eyes hard, shoulders squared. And she coulda been gone. That’s what this was all about. Not that she made a bad call, cuz she’d made bad calls before. That she coulda been gone, and he wouldn’t have had a single say in that. Might not even have known till it was way too late. For all the times he felt like they were a team, this was the reminder that she was gonna do what she wanted, and that there wasn’t anything he could do to stop her.

And he was tired. Plain and simple.

He shook his head, then, turned around, and slunk back through the doors and into the quiet dark of his old room.

#Fic #Fallout 4 #Prompt meme!#Porter Gage #Fritsch #Sole Survivor Cori Hart!#Thank you for your patience! I know it took me a hot minute to get to this one.#Much love!

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bloodydamnit · 6 years ago

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can you give us a little preview of the capter maybe? 🙂

Great idea anon!!!! Since this is such a long chapter, here is the opening :) (keep in mind, this is unedited and is subject to change. be easy on me lol)

BloodSport

Chapter 7 - Alright Pt. 2 (Opening Excerpt)

The bleachers were cold. Winter was upon them and the ice dropped several degrees - dehumidifiers went silent and seats became frozen. There weren’t any heavy blankets in the Nest. Completely made of stone, the cold slipped down dark halls and chilled disconnected rooms.

Most facilities were heated. The walls and floors had the ability to radiate warmth with some fancy technology that Andrew didn’t care to understand because it only ever affected him when he was good. The students that paid to be here got to sit in comfort as they slept, got ready, and stretched; while Andrew, Neil, and Jean if performed poorly, were stowed away in icebox rooms.

The Master lied and said it was good for their muscles. While they were sleeping it kept them refreshed, their minds clear rather than hazy - prevented sloth. Instead, the three awoke in the mornings exhausted, their bodies having worked too hard to keep warm during the night.

At least the showers ran hot. A shock to their system that more than once lolled Andrew back to sleep. Sometimes he let the water run at night, to fill the dorm with its steam. He quickly learned that was a horrible idea. Once the steam was gone and the room covered in a layer of moisture, the night only got colder.

The first time Andrew fled to the bleachers was a year before Neil arrived. In his mind, any heat left in the rink rose, making the stands much warmer. Solid logic that rang true. Though the seats were frozen and the air near below - it was marginally better than sleeping with his back against black stone, leaching any heat his body attempted to create.

He couldn’t remember the first time he found Neil here. A flash of hair reflecting the red of an ‘exit’ sign on the opposite side of the rink. He didn’t know if Neil saw him, but they sat facing each other - the ice and dozens of rows of seats between them.

Eventually, as the two became closer, they sat side by side. Every night, blankets wrapped around themselves, knees pulled up to their chests and hot cups of coffee between their hands in the early Raven morning. It became their place. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they slept - and Andrew had never felt safer than he did those nights.

Other times they organized nefarious plans that could get them both killed. Perhaps now, they finally will - according to Neil, for Andrew, they did.

That night, they sat with coffee half drained, shoulders and thighs lightly pressed together with blankets bunched in between. Andrew was tapping his blunt nail against the side of his ceramic mug and Neil had his chin pressed to his knees, staring out at the ice. They had been planning for the better part of the past hour. Names and addresses, back up plans and potential consequences; they had fallen into companionable silence and Andrew’s lids were starting to drop when Neil finally spoke.

“Maybe I’ll go to my uncle…” His voice was only a whisper like he wasn’t sure if Andrew was awake - like he was just musing aloud.

“Hm?” Andrew hummed, peeling his eyes open and leaning his head against the back of the seat. Neil looked so soft, so innocent here in the low lights. Though the red exit bounced off his hair and skin, his sharp edges were smoothed away. He looked small… like the 15 year old he was.

“My uncle…” Neil trailed off and the corners of his lips turned down in a frown. “If things go south that is. My mom told me to call him if things went bad.”

Andrew rose his brows slowly. He asked, “He your mom’s brother?” Andrew had opinions on the Hatford line. He didn’t know much except for the fact that -despite Neil’s protests - Mary Hatford abused Neil. Hearing about some man connected to her made Andrew’s stomach turn. He hated him already.

“Yeah. Based in London. He’s… He’s safe. Apparently has connections in New York I can call if I need.” Neil shrugged, though his eyes were far away.

“Any reason why you haven’t? Seems like shits pretty far south.”

Neil seemed to consider that. He looked down at the blanket clutched in his hands and twisted it tighter between his fists. He shrugged again.

Rather than reply, Andrew grunted in acceptance of silence and went back to tapping his finger against the mug.

That quiet stretched on and eventually, Andrew felt sleep start to pull him under again.

In the half hazy darkness curling around Andrew’s mind, he heard Neil whisper beside him:

917-339-4787

There we go! A little excerpt from BloodSport Chapter 7. I hope to have it posted by this weekend. Like I said, it’s fairly long. If I have to, I may split it in half. I’m only ¼ through and 6k in. So I may cap it at 12k for my own sanity lol. In any case, I hope you all like it and I am so sorry for the delay!!!!

#aftg #all for the game #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #figure skating au #bloodsport #excerpt :)#sorry for the delay!#Anonymous

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tomerasange · 5 years ago

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Chapter 9: Arenas of the Past

I’m not proud of what happened next. Not proud at all. I don’t like when I get this way, but in that moment, I was riding high. I finally had my time to shine. I would have it.

The man sitting before me was fair-faced, blunt and wild hair with a short stubble, but eyes deep-set with a hunger of desperation. He was roughly past in his twentieth year, and wore meager clothes. The genuine sense I gained from his demeanor was more reluctant stubbornness than anger, having been roused from a haze of merriment into the sober reality. Two of his friends dead, one of his friends unconscious, being kowtowed into bondage by a flying rock and a halfling, and finally a menagerie of other characters staring him down, taking his winnings and demanding answers.

It was about to become worse.

I stared him down, beer seeping into my clothes, blood staining my face. I was tired, hungry, and one might say full of emotion. I took my place at that table, and began our dance.

“So, you’re the man we’ve been looking for? The Redbrands, hmm? We have questions we would like you to answer.” “Yeah, I’m with the Redbrands. What of it?” His brusque accent did not retain the Northern lilt, but was a product of central Faerun and an upbringing lacking in punctual etiquette. “As I said, we have questions we would like you to answer, and given there is no others around, I don’t believe you’re in a place to debate.” Epide chimed in. “Take his balls!”

The man suddenly realized his out was through my mercy, as his other options were a giant marauder who wielded ice magic, the sadistic halfling who executed his friend and tied him up, and a flying rock who demanded sacrifice. He resigned himself.

“Question number one: Are you working for Glasstaff?” “Yeah, I am. Or at least, I think I am. He’s working for a couple other fellows, but it’s mostly him.” “Question number two: Do you know where Gundren Rockseeker is currently being held?”

His face became tense as I leaned in, pressing on this matter. “I don’t know. Not told these things. All I know is Glasstaff said he’s important to the operation.” I increased in my interrogation’s volume. “Let’s try again. Where is Gundren Rockseeker being held?” “I already told you. I don’t know! Glasstaff is a bit of a fuddy-duddy. He keeps his info real close, yeah?” “You chose to not tell us. Question three: Do you know the location of Cragmaw Castle?” “I’m told nothing, you pricks! I just sit here, all day, holding prisoners as needed, defending the old man. I don’t know anything!” “Are you just saying that, or are you really that low in the ranks?” His face became suddenly contorted. In my mind, a voice chimed in. Yes, this is the face of a man who is about to give up. His eyes began dart in fear, his body shake. “So what do you know?” “How should I know what you want?” “Have you heard of Wave Echo Cave?” “Well... ‘course I have. Everybody who lives in this town knows of it. That big old deposit, all that mana. It’s aaallll for the taking. Come to think, Glasstaff was talking about it. Maybe that Gundren fellow has something-” “We know this already. So now, what can you tell us about the location?” “Oh, for God’s sake- I told you! I don’t know specifics!” His legs began to tap frantically. “What more do you want? I told you everything!” Urnig spoke up. “We don’t know where your family lives yet, so as to seek retribution.” This was a vile threat, but broke our prisoner down further. “I told *sniff* I told you. Don’t know. I’m not told.” “Wrong answer,” growled Urnig, and he flashed a dagger quick. Before I had time to react, the man’s arm was turning crimson, a sizable chunk carved off, blood flowing in rivulets from the exposed veins. He began to wail and moan in agony. In that small room, I should have held Urnig back. I should have. I continued. “Now you know what we are capable of, as I was saying... what do you know?” “I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING! I TOLD YOU!” “No, you haven’t. I have one last question. Why? Why did you go through all of this?”

He stared at me with a look I cannot described via any one emotion. Fear? Disgust? Sadness? There was one more prominent. Sudden command.

“I wanted to work. I needed work.” “You were the town guard. You were put in place to protect this town.” “There weren’t no other jobs that paid well. In a town like this? So I just needed some good, honest employment. Or rather, dishonest employment. I’ll take it where I can. Glasstaff just offered more than that godforsaken town master.” “You are a coward for abandoning you post!” “Anyone would take the deal I made. Besides, who are you to tell me? You never had to struggle in your life. You got the stink of wealth on you. You haven’t suffered.” Something in me snapped. He was about to know my hardships.

“You are correct in that assumption, sir. I am quite wealthy, or at least, my family is wealthy. So i could safely say I have struggled less than you. Tell me now. Have you had a bad day? As to say, a really bad day. Think about your worst day. You don’t think I’ve lived that worst day?” I continued. “Have you ever fought in the arena?” He shook his head, attention full diverted to my presence. “It is tough, especially when you descend from the aristocracy. At a young age, roughly five or six, you are sent to learn any one of the arts this world had to offer. I was told, never chose, to pursue fighting. You train your body, at no older than seven, to fight in skirmishes, and under the hot summer sun, you sweat. This may go on for a year. Soldiers conscripted into militias usually halt and wait on orders from superiors, but I was sent immediately into smaller arenas, with no rest and no hesitation. “When you are young, you are introduced to your first fights. Each is designed to be non-lethal, no blood even draws in most of these fights. First hit. You figure this is a nice sport. You will not participate in the actual bloodsport? Perhaps you will stay the course. But then, oh then, the real swords come out. “You do your very best to not be scratched, nicked, or stabbed. It is not for your health. Those with less scars tend to be more desirable in matrimony and hold regalia when they leave the sport. Those who have scars should pray they are place in nondescript or fashionable places.” The man began to look at my soliloquy in unnerving attention. My pace quickened.

“All the while, you are still sweating under the sun. Depending on what study of weaponry and dueling you decided upon, your body might be morphed into a sinewy, gangly mess. As was my lot. I had no chance of buffering attacks, so my speed and range was what kept me alive and clean of scars. “Then, one day, you are thrown into the lion’s den. It comes without any true preparation. You are still sweating, but now it no longer comes from training, but fear. You might try to survive the matches, and spare those in your stead. “It takes one fighter, one match, to change you. Suddenly, you’re staring down the end of a merciless blade. And all you hear is applause. You are a plaything to them.”

It was at this moment I could see my life in moments. I recalled the first time I had to stare down death, a sword looking to cut my face. My voice cracked.

“And all you want is for it to end! You try to find something to hold onto. The crowds!” I could see their faces as masques, twisted and exaggerated.

“A mentor!”

The old man smiled back, alighted but lying.

“A Love!”

Their face was misty, obscured by time.

My voice caught in my throat. The prisoner was well and truly crying in fear from my theatrics. His eyes manic. They said one phrase. I need to get away.

“Do not tell me I haven’t had hardships. I have suffered the worst day of my life, and held my morals.” “Why are you doing this?! What do you want from me!?”

I leapt off my position on the table and grabbed him by his collar. He gasped as a reaction, no real emotion behind it except shock, as my blood streaked face and wild tangle of hair rose to meet him.

“... I just wanted to see your tears.” I dropped him on the floor. Whatever I wanted from him, I had gotten.

I stared back at my other friends. There was a silence, only cut by the crying of the mess of a man. Artemis and Urnig stood there, the pale look of two people having witnessed a crime. Epide floated by with a concerned look while maintaining his natural posture of simple pleasures, gnawing on a sliced of cured pork. I exhaled quick and began to put myself together again.

Clearly not enough, as Aurora had rejoined our party. She had been searching in the other room for Glasstaff and only returned with evidence. She walked into a sight of blood and stale beer, two bodies on the floor, an unconscious and raggedy man leaned in a fugue state, a sobbing mess sidled on the cold stone floor, and her friends in various states of either mania or silence.

“You’re not going to like... what in heavens went on here?” My back was to her. She would see my face, coated and wild in the fluvial grime of the manor. I took the time to dap with my kerchief and turned with a simple and wry smile. “Nothing to worry about, darling. Sadly, we attempted... coercion, but these are just low thugs. No information from them. Did you, uh, happen to find anything out?”

Aurora’s iridescent purple skin was illuminated by the chandelier on the ceiling and the sconces embedded in stone, from the bygone days of Tresendar’s past. “Well, I have found a room to the side that held the potions and alchemic supplies, and it seems we were too late to catch Glasstaff. He seems to have fled shortly after we entered these chambers. All that’s left is a chest of valuables and this.” She placed a scrap of paper on the gambling table.

According to its contents, a being only signified by the emblem of a spider contacted Iarno Albrek. They had colluded to receive Gundren, and possibly our wagon, before we arrived in Phandalin and prevent us by any means necessary. All that mattered to this spider individual were the dwarven maps that led to Wave Echo Cave. What this told me was the Lord’s Alliance had been betrayed by Iarno. According to what had been relayed by Sildar, Lord Albrek was intended to establish an accord in Phandalin that would have connected the hamlet to the Sword Coast via the trade routes. But by allying with the goblin population and turning the guards, this had set back the town for months, while Iarno and the Spider searched for Wave Echo Cave as a means of securing the treasures inside and holding the town hostage. Damnable traitors.

We agreed to regroup on the surface, as Aurora led us into the bedchambers of Iarno, where she had located a secret door that surfaced near the main entrance. As we climbed the spiral staircase, I made a mental note to inform Sildar of our prisoners. I had enough blood on my hands for one night.

Reemerging on the mossy grass, I could now see the front of Tresendar and the overlook of Phandalin down the hill, a mightily groaning monster leering from beyond influence. As we readjusted to the dusk sky, I could hear a cry from beyond the walls. I ran along, searching for the source, and discovered Sildar in fisticuffs with another man. “You there! Give me a hand!” I mustered up the last of my feral desire of fighting and launched myself at the dastard, holding his arms in a grapple. The man was human and wore a red and black cloak with wicked patterns and ill runes. On the ground lie a staff with a shattered glass to one side. Clearly, this fight had only recently begun, and Sildar had taken him unaware. To that, as I held the assailant, Sildar proceeded to lay a series of blows to discombobulate and tame him. I could feel the dull thus of an impact as each blow rammed into the stomach, with one taking a crack at the skull, a shout erupting in the evening sky. I was growing increasingly worried more bloodshed was inevitable. “Sildar, he’s had enough! We have him.”

My lord-in-arms saw me behind his prey, eyes wide with exhaustive desperation, the proceedings of a full day. He lowered his fists, and Artemis took to tying the man up. I sauntered to Sildar’s side, a perplexed look on my face. “Who is this man?” “That, young man, is Glasstaff. I recognized him as Iarno Albrek. I was doing a patrol of the area near the Sleeping Giant, and saw him running from the manor. I confronted him on the matter of his absence, initially gladdened to see him, but he began to speak with a malice I’d never expected. Verily, he tried to hypnotize me, but I did not fall for his ruse, and he attacked me in retribution. I thank you for your assistance in this matter, Tomera.”

As we led Albrek away to the Townmaster’s Hall through town, people in the streets began to congregate in their windows. The man who had terrorized Phandalin with his devices and schemes was in custody once and for all.

Townmaster Wester was stunned by this revelation when we arrived at the hall, which also housed a holding cell for corralling the criminals of the town. He placed Iarno under arrest for his conspiracy against his settlement and immediately sentenced him to imprisonment until extradition and trial in Neverwinter.

As the door shut on Iarno’s cell, the normally silent foe looked us in the eye. “You believe these bars can hold me? I have influence the likes of which you have never dreamed of! I will be out by the end of the fortnight, and free from this town’s chains!” Sildar folded his arms. “Pray you do not escape, as it would be better for you to not confront me a second time.” With that, he and our group took leave of the cells.

Wester paid us for our service and announced that thanks to our public display of parading Lord Albrek, the remaining Redbrand force had retreated into the wilderness rather than face punishment. For the first time in months, the town cryer announced the night was peaceful.

I was still in a bit of a state from the whole ordeal, but the matter with the bandit had reminded me of a choking want that I had nearly replaced in the months on the road. And yet, it was the modus operandi of my travels. Before I left the hall, Sildar took me aside.

“Tomera, tonight your actions were exemplary. I cannot thank you enough for your measures in capturing Lord Albrek. For that, I am conferring upon you the title of Cloak of the Lord’s Alliance. In this ceremony, we desire no pageantry but a sense of intimate camaraderie. Are you prepared to receive these responsibilities?” My face was flush in necessity. “I am, Lord Hallwinter.”

“Then Tomera, son of House Sange, knight-errant of Silverymoon, I confer upon to you the emblem of the Lord’s Alliance and the title of Cloak. May you seek to bring a measure of harmony to Faerûn, and all of it’s inhabitants.” With this, he withdrew a pin and stuck it to the loose cloth that held my leather armor in place. The pin was a golden crown of five stems, representing the major countries of the royal courts and the heads of state that ruled them, united by a silver circle that held the crown and pin in place.

The simple piece glimmered in the rising moon, and I stared at the title I had been bestowed. “Thank you, incredibly, Lord Hallwinter.” “You are now one of us, Tomera. You may now call me Sildar.” I realized I might have been impertinent in calling him by his given name in earlier interactions. Surely, it was all for dedication and admiration, but it was still uncouth.

As I bowed simply, I recalled my wants. “Now that I am a member of the Alliance, Sildar, there is a matter i wish to discuss.” “Oh? Whatever is the matter?” I swallowed my spittle collecting in my mouth, my face burning. Were I more Human in physiology, I would be the hue of a lady’s blush. I had only ask one request, and I would be one step closer to finding him. But, as I went to ask, I froze. There were two separate requests I desired, equally important, equally necessary. To bequest two separate desires so quickly would be impertinent. I had no choice but to call upon my namesake, the goddess of luck.

“There is a person I need found, and perhaps your connection might be advantageous in locating him.” “What is their name, Tomera?”

In an act of quiet resolve, I retrieved from my pack one of the gold coins I had procured from the hideout. Though the faces of the coin seemed to be the same, one had been marked by a scratch.

Smooth side, I ask him about Andrew Scratched side, I ask about Jakobi

I flipped the coin and caught it. Scratch.

“Since you are familiar with the city of Silverymoon, perhaps you are aware of an elf by the name of Jakobi?” “I can’t say I am terribly aware. Are they a citizen?” “They were a citizen. Jakobi is an ancient elf, an elder of Silverymoon who was beloved by all for his wisdom and mastery of many arts. You see, he was my mentor, and the reason I am still adept at the blade and bow. He was a good man, but that could not save him from fate. Some years ago, he was tried for the crime of grand theft, and found guilty. For his actions, he was exiled from the city, never to return again. But I have reason to believe he is innocent. No, I am sure of his innocence. He was removed from the city for a crime he did not commit, and I have taken to clearing his name and returning him to his rightful place and home. If he is even still alive. If not, I should want to return his reputation to a place of high regard by those who sought to remove him.” A small silence hung in the hall, as I took a small inhale. “I ask you, should you find any evidence to his location, to send correspondence to me. Should you find him yourself, tell him Tomera is searching for him.”

Sildar took a deep breath and exhaled with a nod. “I will do this, Tomera. If it means righting what you see fit, it is the will of the Alliance.” He patted my shoulder in affirmation and left me alone in the hall to rejoin my fellow travelers.

And now, I sit here, staring at the sights below, writing these words, the pin on my desk at the Stonehill Inn and the coin with the scratch in my pocket. Did I make the right decision? Did I do the right thing? Did I deserve this pin at all?

Only the morning sun would calm my mind. The torches are going out one by one as the people return to their homes. As I stare at the moon, I am want of many things.

Such is the fate of princes.

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// ‘OMERTA’ PERSPECTIVES PLAYLISTS // “Minako had said he was a blessing - that his pockets were deep and Yuuri was lucky to have caught his eye. But Viktor Nikiforov was a curse, and Yuuri finds himself trapped in a world of blood and death where it takes violence to mend what is broken.”

SIDE A: VIKTOR NIKIFOROV // LE MANIAQUE

Mania is a state of abnormally elevated (feelings of) arousal, affect and energy level, where the overall activation is heightened as well as expressions (actions) of affect that are also enhanced. Freud considered that the maniac individual must have suffered a great and traumatic loss (something that could also be linked to the Oedipus Complex phase) and the ego unable to properly deal as it was supposed to turns all of its energy at a target that will act as a substitute for the object of affection that was lost in order to fulfill that gap. Obsessive and violent behaviour might be characteristics indentified in a maniac individual, though they may vary.

SIDE B: YUURI KATSUKI // CUPIO DISSOLVI

Cupio dissolvi is a latin locution that means (literally) «I wish to be dissolved». This concept has played an important role in the discussion on suicide. Some other reflexions and interpretations considered something like one’s desire to leave life in order to die, so that they could join God in the afterlife and end their sufferings, being able to become once again pure in the eyes of God. Freud believed that it wasn't only a simple matter of having a death wish, it also had something to do with the struggle one goes through in a lifetime while trying to fight against the intense impulse or desire for death (most likely linked to his concept of death drive).

SIDE A: VIKTOR NIKIFOROV // LE MANIAQUE

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infra-red placebo One last thing before I shuffle off the planet, I will be the one to make you crawl. So I came down to wish you an unhappy birthday. Someone call the ambulance, there's gonna be an accident. I'm coming up on infra-red, there is no running that can hide you, 'cause I can see in the dark. I'm coming up on infra-red, forget your running, I will find you. One more thing before we start the final face-off, I will be the one to watch you fall, so I came down to crash and burn your bagger's banquet.

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an unhealthy obsession the blake robinson They call it creeping, I say loving, it's the only way for me. Filling out papers, signing waivers but I stay outside his reach, I name your mother and your father and the first pet that you keep, I know your favourite place to dine at when your cheque comes in each week. I know you do your wash on Sundays and you separate your whites, and that your car needs a new tire 'cos last week I laid those spikes. I've got a million polaroids with all the dates penned in red ink, I sneak a walkie-talky in your room to listen to you sleep. You just don't know it yet, but you love me and I love you the same. One day we'll have a pretty wedding and I'll be your everything, we'll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part. Oh, you don't know it yet, but baby I've already got your heart.

every breath you take chase holfelder Every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take, I'll be watching you. Every single day, every word you say, every game you play, every night you stay, I'll be watching you. Oh can't you see you belong to me? How my poor heart aches with every step you take. Every move you make, every vow you break, every smile you fake, every claim you stake, I'll be watching you.

i know i’m a wolf young heretics Dear rabbit, my legs are getting weak chasing you. The snow fields wouldn't seem so big if you knew that this blood on my teeth, it is far beyond dry and I've captured you once, but I wasn't quite right, so I'm telling you that you'll be safe with me. Rabbit, my claws are dull now so don't be afraid, I could keep you warm as long as you can just try to be brave. Yes, I know I'm a wolf, and I've been known to bite, but the rest of my pack, I have left them behind and my teeth may be sharp, and I've been raised to kill, but the thought of fresh meat, it is making me ill. So I'm telling you that you'll be safe with me. So rabbit, please stop looking the other way. It's cold out there, so why not stay here under my tail?

in your dreams dark dark dark Kiss your face, turn your cheek, lay your head down, lay your head down. Don't say nothing, no. I can see when you're lying, oh. When you're alone, you're so alone. We all have dreams we forget, when you're alone, you're so alone. Now you want to go where no one is lonely, and rose water drips from my mouth like honey, oh.

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3 × 3 bloc party Three times three, first cut first pierce the skin, it binds us. Spit cum blood, liquid wax, no one loves you as much as us. By all in me that’s holy, by all in me that’s blessed, I made to you a promise that this is forever and ever, amen. Three times three, lose all fear, let the flames dry those tears. It takes hurt to be pure. Now you’re one of us. No means no. No/Yes. No... Yes?

written in blood she wants revenge Blood red lips traced with a tongue, they shine, cut through a crowded room. A look can say a lot sometimes, and so I take all my past attractions and project on you. Every disappointment and mistake, some resentment from a one-night heartbreak. My head is spinning, my hands go damp, but still I force an introduction and I ask you to dance. You feel like home up against me so close, though we've just met tonight. There's still so much that we still don't know, but I'm fairly certain that we just might work out right. Then again it can all go up in flames, and I'll take you down in the name of love. But for now let's kiss hard, fuck the games. All or nothing, it's written in blood. On the way to the wedding, dressed in black, he said: "Sorry lover but you can't look back." She says: "Oh no!"

mercy iamx Mercy. When I melt in the kiss by the words and the whispers you sing me. Mercy. I'm frail in the kill by submission and will that you bring me. Mercy. When I'm nothing but ego you slap me to let go and sleep free, now I sleep free. You're my toy box, you're my memories, when I smell your skin, you just make my whole world weep. I'm at your feet, I'm at your feet. Mercy. When the grey turns to black and the wave's on my back, you make me smile. Mercy... is the trauma no martyr you crush into pleasure and downtown. Mercy... It's the shining of you that just breaks me in two like a lifeline. You're my lifeline. (...) I celebrate your chemistry, if you bond with me, I could make your whole world sweet. I'm on my knees.

born villain marilyn manson You'll have to cut it down and burn me into splinters, or I'll unwrap the string that was me around your finger, and I'll hang you in your bedroom burial ground. There is a taste for blood and it's something deep inside. Become, become. I don't ever want God to hear our screams and mistake them for prayers. And you know I'm loaded, but not which chamber. Touch me and I'll go click, click, click, click, click. I'm born villain, don't pretend to be a victim.

in-a-gadda-da-vida iron butterfly In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, honey, don't you know that I love you? In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, baby, don't you know that I'll always be true? Oh, won't you come with me and take my hand? Oh, won't you come with me and walk this land? Please take my hand.

SIDE B: YUURI KATSUKI // CUPIO DISSOLVI

tag, you’re it melanie martinez Looking at me through your window, boy, you had your eye out for a little. "I'll cut you up and make you dinner, you've reached the end, you are the winner." Rolling down your tinted window, driving next to me real slow, he said: "Let me take you for a joyride, I've got some candy for you inside." Running through the parking lot, he chased me and he wouldn't stop. Tag, you're it! Tag, tag, you're it! Grabbed my hand and pushed me down, took the words right out my mouth. Tag, you're it! Tag, tag, you're it! Can anybody hear me when I'm hidden underground? Can anybody hear me when I'm talking to myself, saying: "Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it"? Little bit of poison in me, I can taste your skin in my teeth. "I love it when I hear you breathing, I hope to God you're never leaving." (...) Eenie-meenie-miny-mo, catch a lady by her toes, if she screams, don't let her go. Eenie-meenie-miny-mo, your mother said to pick the very best girl and I am.

nightmare avenged sevenfold Now your nightmare comes to life. Dragged you down below, down to the devil's show to be his guest forever. Peace of mind is less than never. Hate to twist your mind, but God ain't on your side and old acquaintance severed. Burn the world your last endeavor. Flesh is burning, you can smell it in the air, 'cause men like you have such an easy soul to steal. So stand in line while they ink numbers in your head, you're now a slave until the end of time here. Nothing stops the madness, turning, haunting, yearning. Pull the trigger! You should have known the price of evil and it hurts to know that you belong here. Yeah. oh, it's your fuckin' nightmare! (...) You've been lied to, just to rape you of your sight and now they have the nerve to tell you how to feel. (...) No one to call, everybody to fear. Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah.(...) And I know you hear their voices calling from above, and I know they may seem real these signals of love, but our life's made up of choices, some without appeal.

deux the gazette [English] I find the answer in depths of despair, irreversible. I pray for it all to be a dream, this is an inferno. You’re my enemy, you show it when you destroy my reversible dreams. Scary night, pain obeys my split mind, I pray for a nightmare. I’m weakened, stretched too thin, my heart closes and surfaces in the darkness of unconsciousness. Whose fault is it that nights sleeping in isolation are scary?

freak on a leash korn Something takes a part of me, something lost and never seen. Every time I start to believe, something's raped and taken from me. Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light?) Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I!) Can't I take away all this pain? (You wanna see the light?) I try to every night all in vain. Sometimes I cannot take this place, sometimes it's my life I can't taste. Sometimes I cannot feel my face, you'll never see me fall from grace. Something takes a part of me, you and I were meant to be. A cheap fuck for me to lay, something takes a part of me. Feeling like a freak on a leash, feeling like I have no release. How many times have I felt diseased?

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bulletproof… i wish i was radiohead Limb by limb and tooth by tooth, tearing up inside of me, every day every hour, I wish that I was bulletproof. Wax me, mould me, heat the pins and stab them in. You have turned me into this, just wish that I was bulletproof. So pay the money and take a shot, leadfill the hole in me. I could burst a million bubbles, all surrogate and bulletproof.

vessel nine inch nails I let you put it in my mouth, I let it get under my skin, I let you put it in my veins, I let you take me from within. They tell us what we can and cannot do, same thing we've heard 100 times before. Well, I put you inside of me, but none of that matters anymore. Oh my God, can it go any faster? Oh my God, I don't think I can last here.

broken lund Will you end my pain? Will you take my life? Will you bleed me out? Will you hang me out to dry? Will you take my soul in the midnight rain? While I'm falling apart, while I'm going insane. Can you break my bones? Will you tear my skin? Can you taste my lust? Can you feel my sin? See I'm a waste of life, I should just kill myself. Yeah, I could slit my wrists, but it really wouldn't help, it wouldn't fix my issues or change your mind. Cause I broke your heart and you buried mine, now I'm 6 feet deep and I can't breathe. I got dirt in my eyes and blood on my sleeves, but I dig my way up.

tourniquet evanescence I tried to kill my pain, but only brought more, so much more. I lay dying and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal. I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming. Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost? My God my tourniquet, return to me salvation. Do you remember me? Lost for so long, will you be on the other side or will you forget me? (...) I want to die. My wounds cry for the grave, my soul cries for deliverance. Will I be denied Christ, tourniquet, my suicide.

bother stone sour Wish I was too dead to cry, my self-affliction fades. Stones to throw at my creator, masochists to which I cater. You don't need to bother, I don't need to be. I'll keep slipping farther, but once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds. Wish I was too dead to care, if indeed I cared at all. Never had a voice to protest, so you fed me shit to digest. I wish I had a reason, my flaws are open season. For this, I gave up trying, one good turn deserves my dying. Wish I'd died instead of lived, a zombie hides my face, shell forgotten with its memories, diaries left with cryptic entries.

one step closer linkin park I cannot take this anymore, saying everything I've said before. All these words they make no sense, I find bliss in ignorance. The less I hear the less you'll say, you'll find that out anyway, just like before. Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge and I'm about to break. I need a little room to breathe, 'cause I'm one step closer to the edge. I'm about to break. I find the answers aren't so clear, I wish I could find a way to disappear, all these thoughts they make no sense.

duality slipknot I have screamed until my veins collapsed, I've waited as my time's elapsed. Now, all I do is live with so much fate, I've wished for this, I've bitched at that. I've left behind this little fact: you cannot kill what you did not create. I've gotta say what I've gotta say and then I swear I'll go away, but I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise. I guess I'll save the best for last, my future seems like one big past. You're left with me 'cause you left me no choice. I push my fingers into my eyes, it's the only thing that slowly stops the ache. If the pain goes on, I'm not gonna make it. Put me back together or separate the skin from bone, leave me all the pieces, then you can leave me alone.

waiting for the world to end mother mother Back in the head where I see red where the beast and the beauty coalesce. I give in to a morbid fantasy, death to a billion families and me. Give me fire, burning hell, throw it on my paper trail and I’ll watch as all the numbers go up in a cloud of dark and dirty smoke. Ya, I’m just waiting for the end of the world, end of the whole wide world.

hold me down halsey I sold my soul to a three-piece and he told me I was holy. He's got me down on both knees, but it's the devil that's tryna hold me down, hold me down. Sneaking out the back door, make no sound, knock me out, knock me out, saying that I want more, this is what I live for. Hold me down, hold me down. Throw me in the deep end, watch me drown, knock me out, knock me out. Selfish, taking what I want and call it mine, I'm helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine. They rush me, telling me I'm running out of time. They shush me (shhh!), walking me across a fragile line.

zombie the pretty reckless I'm not listening to you, I am wandering right through existence with no purpose and no drive 'cause in the end we're all alive. Two thousand years I've been awake, waiting for the day to shake. Dear all of you who've wronged me, I am, I am a zombie. Again, again you want me to fall on my head. I am, I am, I am a zombie. How low, how low, how low will you push me to go, to go, to go, before I lie down dead. Blow the smoke right off the tube, kiss my gentle burning bruise, I'm lost in time. And to all the people left behind, you are walking dumb and blind, blind.

paranoid android radiohead When I am king, you will be first against the wall, with your opinion which is of no consequence at all. What's that? I may be paranoid, but not an android. Ambition makes you look pretty ugly, kicking and squealing gucci little piggy. You don't remember, you don't remember. Why don't you remember my name? Off with his head, man! Off with his head, man! Why don't you remember my name? I guess he does! Rain down, rain down. Come on, rain down on me from a great height. That's it, sir, you're leaving. The crackle of pigskin, the dust and the screaming, the yuppies networking, the panic, the vomit. God loves his children... yeah.

raining blood hot sugar [Instrumental]

Omerta was written by @kashoku-sinpai and it’s a very intense kind of reading. It’s insanely fucked up, probably everyone’s guilty pleasure in this fandom and I loved it dearly, so these mixes sort of happened.

#mine #8tracks #playlist #viktor nikiforov #katsuki yuuri #omerta #kashoku-sinpai #kashoku #i tagged it 8tracks but it's actually spotify #mafia au #viktuuri #yuri on ice #fanfiction

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Bloodsport

I thought it was finally time to do another review. I promised my friend Cam that the next review I did would be on Bloodsport cause’ I’ve never seen that movie before and I think he really likes that movie. Or he thought that I would really like this movie.

Before the movie started I was a bit confused as I thought the guy from Rambo was the main character in it, but it turns out it was that guy who did those commercials where he was doing the splits in-between two trucks while the trucks were moving. I forgot what the ad was for but it was pretty good and I’m pretty sure it was real! I think his name is something Van Dam. I forgot. Anyway, he reminds me of one of my favorite wrestlers, Rob Van Dam! They both seem really similar cause’ Rob Van Dam is also really flexible like the movie star and does lots of martial arts too.

I didn’t know that the movie was set in Hong Kong. Oh! His name just came up on the screen! Jean Claude? I don’t think I’ve seen any movies with him in it. Is he like a white Jackie Chan but not as good? The training at the start where they were breaking the ice cubes and coconuts was pretty intense. I guess that’s the best way to train to fight though, cause bodies are a lot softer than coconuts and blocks of ice.

I don’t really get why he escapes the army to go fight in Hong Kong. Wouldn’t you get kicked out if you left the army like that?

I liked the part when those 3 boys rocked up to that ninja masters house and the little kid just fucked up the San Fransisco Giants kid and he was like, half the size. When San Fran started talking I was like… wtf… has his voice been overdubbed? Wait… is this a flashback? Oh! It’s a flash back. I get it. Awh now they best friends! That’s nice. Now I get why it was overdubbed. Why didn’t they just get a kid from wherever Rob Van Dam is from because that accent was horrible and distracting.

I think they should have gone into how the son died… but I guess there wouldn’t have been time for the montage of Rob Van Dam falling down a billion times. That was pretty good. Except when ninja master pulled the gold fish out of the pond. If that was real the fish would have been moving still. When he was strung up by the rope I noticed that he had a light blue belt on. I feel like at this point he should be a black belt. I mean, he was able to pour tea and shit blindfolded and get whacked by a kendo stick when he was meditating.

After the flashback, ninja master doesn’t look like he is dying at all. He looks the same age as what he was in the flash back. They should have fixed that.

The American fighter in this looks like The Hound from GoT but without the burny face. I’m glad Van Dam has a friend but he doesn’t seem like he is very nice to ladies. Van Dam looks like he would be nice to ladies. I wonder if this has a love story in it.

Hong Kong in the 80’s looks very sad and dangerous. Even The Hound was scared walking down that alley way. I knew cause he put his hand on Rob Van Dam’s shoulder. When they finally got to where the ring was it looked quite nice inside. I am a little confused though cause the man said you needed an invite to fight but where did they get them from? Cause’ ninja master seemed like a nice man, I didn’t think he would get caught up in something like this. I didn’t get why they asked him to break the bottom brick, surely you can’t make the brick explode like that?! Is that even a thing? And also how does that prove that ninja master trained him?

This reporter lady is a bit of a shit. Hasn’t she seen Fight Club? The first rule about Kumite is that you don’t TALK about Kumite. I feel bad about what happened to her in the bar when that the guy was trying to take her up to his room and stuff. That wouldn’t have been fun. I hope Rob Van Dam doesn’t end up with her.

For a secret fight club, this doesn’t look very secret. There’s like, hundreds of people there watching! Surely the army guys will find Rob Van Dam. If they don’t they aren’t very good army detectives.

During the fighting party I feel like they could have done a bit better with the sound effects. I don’t know that when you hit a body it sounds that dramatic. When The Hound was fighting that guy with the mullet that was pretty crazy. He just like, did the big fist like what Big Show does or Karhli and the guy was out cold. I hope he has more moves than that cause’ I don’t think that will get him very far.

Jesus Christ! The guy that has never been beaten has MASSIVE boobies! He’s so amazing. He just put that guy in a sleeper hold for like 2 seconds and he was out. I don’t think it was necessary that he hit him again. He was already out. Come on man.

I feel like it was too much of a coincidence that Rob Van Dam fought the asshole from the bar. I did really enjoy all of the fight scenes. Especially that awful 80s song came on and they did a montage of all of them. Some of these fighters are real shit though. You’d think that the calibre of fighters would be really great cause’ it’s an invite only kinda thing.

When the army guys finally caught up with Rob Van Dam it was sooo obvious he was going to get away because they played happy music with a lot of synth. It was almost like slap stick comedy in a way. I feel like they could have made it way more intense if they played something less 80’s.

NO ROB VAN DAM. DON’T GET DISTRACTED BY THIS REPORTER! SHE’S USING YOU TO GET INTO THE KUMITE! OH MY GOD THEY SHOWED HIS BUTT! I tried to make Brandon rewind it so I could see that shit again but he wouldn’t. Rob Van Dam has a butt that just won’t quit. Its rock-solid gold. He should have showered before he left. Now he’s probably got sex stank smell which is only going to get worse when he is fighting. Oh no now his girlfriend reporter is with another man. When she said “this isn’t the first time Ive had to go undercover to get a story” right in front of everyone I was like, what the fuck lady? You are the worst reporter in history. Do you even know what undercover means?! It means not telling everyone that you’re undercover. You stupid idiot.

More montages with 80s music. The guy that never loses is so broad and massive. How does he even hold up his arms. I didn’t watch the part where he broke that other guys leg cause I think I might have spewed. But then they cut back to the reporter lady and she got out her tape recorder in front of everyone. This lady is a real piece of work. Rob Van Dam is going to have to save her at some point in this movie. I can just tell.

I wish they showed more fight scenes with Rob Van Dam cause he is amazing. He’s so quick. Where is he from? They keep saying he is American but I don’t think he is. Is he where Arnie is from? Or is he where Rambo is from?

When Rob Van Dam was fighting the big guy and he punched him in the balls, I thought the crowd would turn on him cause’ that’s a bit dirty but it turns out they liked him more after that. I got real sad when the big bad guy beat The Hound and stole his headband. I think Rob Van Dam is going to get the headband back and its going to be really symbolic.

Another montage of Rob Van Dam training. He literally has 0% body fat. When they showed him on The Peak, Brandon explained that across the water was China! I didn’t realise how close China was! That’s pretty cool.

I really like how every time Rob Van Dam is in casual clothes, he’s wearing high waisted pants with a collar shirt tucked in. He pulls it off for sure. I don’t think anybody else could. Now they are all back in the arena and the army guys and that stupid reporter lady came in to watch. She seems happy when Rob Van Dam kicks kick boxers ass but its like, bitch, you just told on him cause you didn’t want him to fight. Make up your mind you stupid idiot!

Oh no! Big bad killed someone. Come on now. There’s no need for that. Surely they have to call it off and extradite him. Everyone seems so sad about it. Are they praying for the man that died? I think they are praying for him. That’s nice.

Now it’s the main event and Rob Van Dam is looking calm. But what did big bad put in his shorts? It looked like a tablet or something. I’m scared and I didn’t really wanna watch this part but Rob Van Dam opened the fight with a swift kick to the throat hole which was sick as fuck. Why did they make the ring like a skate ramp. OH IT WAS SALT THE BIG BAD PUT IN HIS EYE! Lucky he learnt how to fight and pour tea with a eye mask on. He just has to centre himself now and remember his training. Come on son. Now hes had his little freak out and flash backs he’s ready to KICK SOME FUCKING ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. GET IT! YOU’RE FUCKED NOW, BIG BAD! LOOK AT HIS WINDMILL KICKS! Can someone explain to me why there were cat sounds all through the fighting though cause that was really distracting.

This movie seems too outrageous to be based on a true story but it was! WTF!

I did really like this movie although I thought most of what was going to happened seemed pretty obvious. Like when he got The Hounds headscarf back and stuff. I think I would like to watch more Rob Van Dam movies in the future. Four stars!

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