#ripper steet

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Inspired by a certain Instagram picture 😁

[heywoodvirgin]

Javier Velasquez 

Nicknames : V, later : NC Angel - White Ghost (depends on which side you are) 

Street Kid  

Age : 25 in 2077 

Height : 1m80 

Birthday : Feb 10th * Aquarius 

Jobs : Mercenary - previously construction worker, vendor, deli guy, cook, barman, host.  

Parents : He’s Jackie’s second cousin’s son, from his mother side. Born and raised in Vista Del Rey. 

Traits : Kind, poised, logical, hardworker, secretive, soft spoken, organized, ambitious.  

Forte : Hacking , negociations. Charm without flirt, stealth.

Favorite food : Rice salad with a generous heft of Tuna and sweet red peper. 

Hobbies : Dancing, cleaning, Yoga.

Sexual orientation and romantic status : The author is as clueless as you, pst, he’s SECRETIVE. 

Trivia : 

His scar is a work accident, as he was taking construction jobs at age 18 , a steel sharp edge cut his cheek and left an angry scar .He didn't have the eddies to see a ripper back then, but after he got well, he didn't want to make it disappear. He wears it proudly as a memory of honest hardwork.  

Loves cleaning, it's his hobby of choice, all his apartments are super tidy, even the poorest spots. He's very obsessed with hygiene, willing to spend his last eddies on detergents  even if this means to starve for three days. He still insist on doing it himself, always refusing to have domestics. 

Just like his distant cousin, he has a pronouced taste for money and fancy things, as jackie says : “ mano, your place ain’t the steets, but the clouds” 

He’s a huge fan of blues and Jazz and can’t understand the city’s taste for loud “pig noise” as he calls it. 

[apotelexma]

she's unbothered when ra doesn't accept her invite, not even blinking as she simply crossed her legs and pulled out her nail file and inspecting her nails closely as tidying their edges absently. she let out a soft hum at the comparison ra made, tipping her head slightly to the side. "it's like many wars that humans have partaken in, they always find a reason." she commented airily, occasionally glancing at the state of the fire as she sat waiting. the screams died down slowly, screams that grell didn't seem too concerned about-- after all, it wasn't like she could do anything about it. she had learned her lesson about interfering with the lives of humans when she had been punished for her ripper escapade. the screams were replaced by the sound of sirens filling the air as the fire department got there. grell watched with interest, humming softly. she waited while they fought the fire, whistling lowly when there was a downpour of rain that just barely stopped before the roof that they were on. "showing off, are we~?" she said jokingly, flashing the god a toothy grin. with the water drowned the fire, and as the fire fighters turned off their water supply she stood-- stretching her arms over her head with a soft groan, looking over her shoulder to ra when he spoke. she blinked in surprise, then grinned-- laughing a little as she bent down and scooped up her death scythe. "sure, that'll make my life a bit easier, actually." she hummed, tipping off the roof backwards rather nonchalantly. "please excuse me, i'll make this quick." her words were quick, barely audible at the end as she fell out of view-- twisting midair to land easily on the edge of a balcony and then jumping so that she could twist into the open space between two charcoal pillars and into the building. she was quick and efficient, much like how she had been earlier. cinematic records were reviewed and her ledger entries were stamped. the firefighters were only just starting to get to the first victim of the fire when grell was finishing-- hopping out of the same hole she had entered and popping back into view, a bit hard for ra to miss with her scarlet red clothing; though now slightly covered with soot and ash. as she hopped back across the street to were ra was waiting, adjusting her glasses-- a smudge of soot already on the side of her nose from where she had adjusted her glasses before without realizing it. she put her hand on her hip, cocking it to the side slightly as she absently bounced her death scythe on her shoulder-- grinning at him. "alright, i'm done collecting records for the day. if you'd follow me, i can take you to dispatch~" she throws him a wink as she spins on her heel and starts walking in the direction they had come over the roof before she was far enough away from all the fuss to drop down to the steet, in high spirits because if ra himself came and explained his presence, it meant less work for her-- but probably still the same amount for william, so perhaps she did feel a bit bad. the walk to dispatch was short, the two passing through a random entryway and finding themselves suddenly surrounded by white, sterile hallways that felt like home to the reaper. she hummed happily as other reapers stopped or did a double take before she reached the receptionist-- gensturing at ra. "darling, could you call the big boss for me? tell them an old god would like a word." and then in a quieter tone, seeming a bit nervous. "....but please tell them this isn't my fault, he found me." then she stepped away from the desk to wait, nibbling at her lip slightly in worry. surely they wouldn't write her up for this, right? it's not like she could say no.

Death is the natural state of life, and Ra knows of it. The few exceptions were only those, exceptions. And right now in this day adn age the exception seems to be icreasing by the day. Anubis had been griping about it, but being that he was busiest in times like these where the dead happened en masse, it felled on other gods to actually do something about the whole mess. He has become rather apathetic towards the whole mess of mortality, as a god he only knows when the end comes.

"It reminds me...of when the Romans had invaded." Mass fire, but all things consider it was tame compared to what people could consider the modern years of war. More weaponry, higher fire power, more explosions. Gun powder was the proud achievement of smith gods and the bane of death gods. Death has never come so easy before in their life.

A god , a true one does not sit and lower himself . so he is content with standing over everyone as death happens and the natural course of life occurs.

The fire ended after two hours, when fire hydrants were used and Ra had to cause a rain that barely miss the two.

"I will ask the head grim reaper then. After all this. These rumors are sending Anubis into a frenzy."

[ronique]

All your Ripper Steet fic is so so so good, I have reread it a truly embarrassing number of times. Like, it just hits every last one of my buttons. 😍😍

OMG I LOVE YOU PLEASE READ IT ALL YOU WANT

[jennmakesitweird]

Or Munro has told me to arrest you. 

For what?!

For whatever I please. For whore-mongering, for brawling, for pistol-wielding, for card-fixing. If there is a decency upheld by law in this land it is a law you will have broken, so do not test me! 

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Edmund Reid - Ripper Steet

Tournament of Shadows - Season 1 Episode 6

[dylanradio]

Now Playing on DylanRadio.com: Tombstone Blues by Bob Dylan from From Newport to the Ancient Empty Steets In LA

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has no need to be nervous The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits To Jezebel the nun she violently knits A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits At the head of the chamber of commerce Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues The hysterical bride in the penny arcade Screaming she moans, "I've just been made" Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in" Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride "Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves Then sends them out to the jungle Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps With a fantastic collection of stamps To win friends and influence his uncle Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill I would set him in chains at the top of the hill Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille He could die happily ever after Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul To the old folks home and the college Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you dear lady from going insane That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain Of your useless and pointless knowledge Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues

[scribbledbyhand]

Thank you for tagging me  @victorianwhitechapel​  ;D

I tried to make a Ripper Street Susan Hart - of course ! It’s season 4 dockside style :D

Hi everybody, I started this picrew because I like victorian era very much and I did a Tina Aumont doll as she appears in L'Uomo, L'orgoglio, la Vendetta (Luigi Bazzoni, 1967).

I tag : @fancycolours @pamcourson @littlequeenies @shannendoherty-fans @victorianwhitechapel @shiroitaka @kahuna68revisited @thediaryofshanajeanne @misscarolinemunro @bluebeatlesgirls @heroinsight @ladiesofthe60s @groupiesoutrageously @everylittlethingshedoesismagic and everyone who wants to do it!! :D

[scribbledbyhand]

Oh, Christ!

Attention, Ripper Steet fandom! An idea is growing in my head. I am very motivated to realise it and I’ve alredy started to have a bit forerun. 😁 Cross all the fingers you have that I hold on 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

31 Days Of Winter Challenge

Prompt list was put together by @eddysocs, 31 days of winter themed challenges for OC drabbles!  Feel free to participate, and feel free to tag them with #ocwinterchallenge!

December 1st — “Come play in the snow with me.”

December 2nd — “You look cold. Take my coat.”

December 3rd — “You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss.”

December 4th — “Tis the season to be gay.”

December 5th — “How did you manage to get tangled up in tinsel?”

December 6th — “It’s snowing!”

December 7th — “It’s our first holiday together.”

December 8th — “Aren’t you cold like that?”

December 9th — “I mean, I knew you had Christmas spirit but this is ridiculous.”

December 10th — “Who knew you were actually a decent baker?”

December 11th — “Where did all of this mistletoe come from?”

December 12th — “Your hands are so cold.”

December 13th — “Where’s all of your holiday spirit, you Scrooge?”

December 14th — “Where on EARTH did you get that sweater?”

December 15th — “Merry Christmas!” “I don’t celebrate Christmas.”

December 16th — “What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate?”

December 17th — “No, this tree is perfect!”

December 18th — “There’s no way I’m letting you spend Christmas alone.”

December 19th — “I don’t like how you decorated the tree. Do it again.”

December 20th — “You invited over HOW many people to the holiday party?!”

December 21st — “Hey, no peeking!”

December 22nd — “Christmas isn’t just about the presents.”

December 23rd — “Oh come on, it’s just a tradition.”

December 24th — “The holiday lights are so pretty!”

December 25th — “Oh my god I haven’t got you a present!”

December 26th — “One normal Christmas, that’s all I wanted.”

December 27th — “Here, let me help you with the scarf.”

December 28th — “You look adorable covered in snow.”

December 29th — “Come sit by the fireplace with me.”

December 30th — “Looks like we’re snowed in.”

December 31st — “It’s almost midnight.”

[ironcladirony]

It hurts! Oh God it hurts! If I don't watch it's not really over right!? Whyy BBC One !?!? Why you cancel my Ripper Street

[toscanasole]

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I should go on writing again... There are so many stories which need to be freed from my head and banished on paper.

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... quick Mimi sketch ... digital pencil ... OK but not brilliant... in my defence: the reference pic is not one of the best 😬 ... but I was in the mood to scribble a bit 😁

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Merry, merry Christmas and happy holidays to all of you, my precious online friends!

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S5E02 ... It’s very personal because I still suffering from the loss of my Christmas tree 😫 ... this outstanding beauty 😭!!!

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S4E46 ... It must be a heartwarming story today and didn’t have an untold story Christmas story until now. @corpyburd - the Chistmas elves are back!