#repo!

[janesprescription]

him and that fuck ass accent

[volumebaixo]

GraAAAAVEEESS!!

Except it's an AU

Yes I HC his name as Roger, because me and my friend think it's funny lmAOO

It looks silly and cool in a way

Maybe I'll talk more about this AU sometime

[pixiemelon]

chromaggia, come take these eyes!

[bopossum]

I'd like to think that when a celebrity dies, their organs get auctioned off, much like Amber's face. Do you know how much people would pay to have Taylor Swift's stomach? (This is not a threat.)

Additionally, I think this would lead to organ hoarding of sorts. If the wealthy already have full sets of healthy, working organs, I could see them using the organs of famous people as decorations or kept in collections. Perhaps they would be mummified or stored in resin.

Imagine a furthering of fashion, even, using a small intestine as a scarf or tonsils as earrings. This is slightly seen with Pavi literally wearing other people's faces, but he's definitely seen as an outlier at the time of the movie. I could see a trend of internal organs being used on the outside under the guise of "showing what's on the inside, because that's what truly matters."

[trrrkrrrmssss]

bros jumpscare

[marchsfreakshow]

Blood and Organs, For You [James Patrick March]

Angst.

What a life. For a Repo man. Such anger and hatred he holds for the one he misses.

Dead reader. I practically ripped off Repo! The Genetic Opera for this fic, because I thought it would suit James.

I re-watched and re-listened to Repo! A lot for this but it's fine cause I love it.

No one's perspective

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What a living job, only to never be thanked.

Never have the correct payment for his work. Never for his face to be recognised. Never to be known. Never. Oh if only you could come back to him. If only he made the correct choice.

What a stupid man James was.

Picking his unborn child over you. A rash decision which haunted him for 17 years. She was a pretty girl, stuck in her room while her father did nothing but cut up bodies and repossess organs for those who couldn't pay their debts. She didn't know. She couldn't know. James wouldn't live with himself if she knew his true job. She rarely strayed from her bedroom window, watching seasons and stars flow by.

He couldn't bring himself to hate his daughter. He couldn't. In the moment he thought he made the correct choice. Leaving you for dead; his bride and the sweetest one by his side. Stupid man! James needed you now more than ever. He prayed to an unloving and uncaring god for you to be brought back to him, in any way possible. His daughter was only half you, barely even you. He blinked and she was smiling sweetly at him as a little girl, taking her medicine. He blinked and she was a 17-year-old wishing for freedom outside of her little bubble in her room.

His money was only ever worth so much when his real payment should've been going back to when you got sick. Going back to refusing to take that 'cure'. Oh, James was a fool. You were perfect. You were wonderful, you were his. His wonderful wife, and an ideal lady next to his side. Watching him do his job as a doctor. If only he had known. If only he had known the cure was poison from his friend. It was a harsh memory. A harsh thrust into the memories of your screams, and your cries. "Darling..." His voice was weak as he whispered out for no one. Right now, this repo man couldn't face his daughter. He couldn't call for anyone else.

Those holograms of your, gorgeous, beautiful face. Always around the house. So he could pray to your beauty every moment he could. Yet his daughter never felt the same. She resented you. Only slightly. You gave her this blood disease! You caused her to be isolated from the world! Your damn blood. Why'd James have to be so stupid? Why'd he have to pick incorrectly?

Oh right.

You were half dead anyway.

You were practically done for. But James told them all she died with you. He wanted so desperately to be a hero. That's all he wanted. To save you, make you and your child live.

He couldn't do this anymore.

But he had to. He had to continue. Faking a search for a cure.

It was all fruitless in the end. It was just proven worthless. He was baited by his work to find someone behind on their payments. Yet, the one behind the door was...his daughter. That wasn't right. It couldn't've been right. Oh god.

If only he had made the right choice...

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Tag: @babygorewhore @taintandviolent @oceanblvd111 / @nahoyasboyfriend @slutforgarlogan @briaroftheroses / @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re @evanpeterspeter @feefymo / @starry-eyed-wild-child @fear-is-truth

[unvexes]

— no time to mourn, i'm on the dance floor !!

[uglynovemberrain]

Random drawing for a long dead fandom!

[stainedlilac]

𝕊𝕀𝔾ℕ𝕆ℝ𝔼, 𝕊𝕀𝔾ℕ𝕆ℝ𝕀!

[manicpixiestardust]

"you have your mother's eyes, her hair" erm... mag that's a wig...

[thesarahfiles]

A rare pic of Sarah as Blind Mag, via REPO!'s costume designer Alex Kavanagh.

[janesprescription]

Sometimes the side chick ain't even a chick, it's the two heirs to the GeneCo company because I don't know how to draw Luigi yet

i could never forget about Amber of course i had to include her <333

[a-bit-of-a-mindflip]

[capn-c00k]

Back on my lovely lovely Repo! train & wanted to share this dope Pavi painting I made for my partner!

Chew it, nosh on it, swirl it around in ur noggin and APPRECIATE IT cause I worked hard n I’m PROUD YO

[bopossum]

Do you think people leave their organs to people when they die? Like in their will?

Like, if someone dies from a heart attack but they have perfectly fine kidneys, do you think their family members argue over who gets to have their late family member’s kidneys like they’re a pair of heirlooms?