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killerandhealerqueen · 2 years

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Here's another chance to put another in her place:

You're the new forensic in town. You've heard of the mafia-turned-inspector and his partner, the suspect-turned-consultant. One morning, you get a case. Later that afternoon, three people march into your office: the inspector, the consultant/detective, and a woman with camera.

Your reaction?

*even louder gasp* I GET TO YELL AT BYN?! OH, PRAISE THE LORD, THIS IS GONNA BE FUN

As I stared at the body on the metal gurney, I sighed

‘Oh, this is gonna be a pain in my ass’

Thankfully I was able to use the scale in the office to weigh the body as well as take it’s height but now I had to go through the lovely job of removing the deceased’s clothes

“And it’s just me in here…”

Just then, three people walked into the morgue, a woman with a camera, a pretty tall and lanky looking dude, and another man who looked like he could snap me like a fucking twig if I irritated him

“Can I…help you?”

The man who looked like he could snap me like a twig smiled

“Ah, I’m Inspector Qiao Chusheng, and this is my consultant, Lu Yao”

I then looked at the woman with the camera

“And she is…”

The woman looked at me and smiled, holding out her hand

“Bai Youning. Reporter”

I held up my gloved hands

“I don’t think you want me to touch your hands after I’ve touched this body”

Bai Youning’s eyes widened and she quickly retracted her hand as Qiao Chusheng looked at me

“So, what have we got?”

I huffed

“Buddy, the body just fucking got here, all I did was take his height and weight, I haven’t even fingerprinted him yet. I still have to remove his clothes”

Bai Youning frowned

“But you’re a woman, why are you doing that?”

I huffed

“It’s my fucking job”

I then quickly got to work on unbuttoning the deceased’s shirt, only to find a pretty deep knife wound that I hadn’t seen earlier at the scene, causing Bai Youning to raise her camera to her eye and take a picture

“Oi! Unless you’re a crime scene tech or an investigator, you can’t take pictures”

Bai Youning looked at me and smiled

“Sure I can”

“Fuck no you can’t”

I then reached out and snatched the camera from her hands, causing her, Qiao Chusheng, and Lu Yao to look at me in shock

“Ah! Give that back!”

“No. You’re that gossip reporter, aren’t you? The one that likes to twist cases into stories so that they’ll sell better”

Bai Youning smiled

“So you’ve heard of me”

“Yeah, and I think you’re trash”

The three of them looked at me in shock as I placed the camera down on the bench behind me and began working on removing the rest of the body’s clothes, sticking them in different paper bags

“Ah, I should be getting pictures of this!”

I glared at Bai Youning

“Have some fucking respect for the dead”

Qiao Chusheng and Lu Yao snickered and after I removed all the clothes, I grabbed Bai Youning’s camera and began taking pictures of the body

“Hey! That’s mine!”

“Yeah, well, in my office, it’s mine now”

I continued to take pictures of the body before I looked at Qiao Chusheng

“You seem strong. Can you turn him on his side?”

Qiao Chusheng blinked as I grabbed a pair of gloves and tossed it to him

“Put those on and help me turn the body on its side”

Qiao Chusheng nodded and slipped on the gloves before he helped me turn the body on its side so that I could get back shots

“Hmm…looks like he died on his back…all the blood’s pooled there”

After I took back shots, I walked over to the deceased’s face and looked at Qiao Chusheng

“Can you hold open his eyes, Inspector?”

Qiao Chusheng nodded and walked over to the deceased’s head, holding open the eyes to reveal very bloodshot eyes

“Oh…petechial hemorrhaging…your victim could have been potentially strangled before he was stabbed”

“Ah! Where’s my notebook? I have to write this down!”

Bai Youning then grabbed her notebook, only for me to grab it out of her hands

“You! Give that back!”

I glared at her

“I’m not letting you spin some fucking tale about this victim”

Bai Youning huffed

“I’ll tell father about you”

“Fucking do it. I’m not scared”

Qiao Chusheng made a face

“You should be…”

I looked over at him and raised an eyebrow

“Do I look like the type of person who’s going to be threated by some triad leader?”

“Father will make you sorry!”

I glared at Bai Youning again

“Don’t you have anything better to do? Like write an actually good news story?”

I then pointed to the door of the office

“If you have nothing better to do, then leave”

Bai Youning held out her hand

“Then give me my notebook and camera”

“Sure”

I then opened the camera and took out the roll of film, carefully sticking it in a container before handing back the camera and notebook

“Here”

Bai Youning continued to hold out her hand

“The film too”

I shook my head

“Film’s evidence”

Bai Youning huffed and stamped her foot, making me give her a look

“Acting like a five-year-old isn’t going to get you anywhere in life, you know. Now shoo”

Bai Youning huffed again before she turned and stormed out of the office, Lu Yao and Qiao Chusheng looking after her in shock before they turned to look at me

“No one’s ever stood up to her before”

“Yeah well…I’m not letting her fuck up this case”

I then motioned to the door

“Shut it for me, will ya?”

Lu Yao nodded and shut the door as I sighed

“Just between you and me, this guy is definitely triad or some sort of mafia…he’s got a large tattoo on his back”

Lu Yao and Qiao Chusheng looked at me in shock

“Eh? Why didn’t you say that earlier?”

I motioned to the door with my chin

“You think I was going to let her hear that? Imagine the story she’d spin”

I then quickly grabbed the fingerprinting powder and quickly powered the victim’s fingerprints, making sure to get them properly before I placed them down on the fingerprint form

Once I had the fingerprints, I looked at Lu Yao and Qiao Chusheng

“I’ll let y’all do your thing…let me know if you need anything”

“Ah, wait. We don’t even know your name”

“Sun Tian Li”

I then smiled

“I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other a lot”

I then grabbed my paperwork, evidence, and film roll before I turned and headed out of the morgue to my office, leaving Qiao Chusheng and Lu Yao to theorize over how the victim died

#sass answers #jiejie edition #my roommate is a detective #lu yao #qiao chusheng #bai youning #my roommate is a detective headcanons

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savethelastdan · 2 years

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the main three reasons I can’t support bai youning and lu yao’s relationship are the following:

1. BY pretending to be kidnapped by a murderer/rapist just bc she was mad about not being included

2. BY locking LY in a room with his sexually-aggressive landlady and telling her that if he says “no” then he doesn’t really mean it and to keep trying (like holy rape culture Batman)

3. BY throwing A GLASS GOBLET at LY who just got out of the hospital a week(?!) prior and therefore requiring him to go back to the hospital because it hit him IN THE HEAD

#my roommate is a detective #bai youning #lu yao #i'm not saying he wasn't mean to her too #but they really went all out with making her character as difficult as possible to like #their relationship didn't have the complexity to outshine these moments #the last of which occurs right at the end of the drama

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arc-angel-o · 2 years

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The fuck is this ratio 😭

#you don't understand how much i love them #also they're basically canon how is there not more???#it's okay im working on a couple fics #ill try to have some mriad stuff out by the time i finish the series #im at like ep 27 #my roommate is a detective #mriad #bai youning #lu yao #qiao chusheng

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acernor · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 民国奇探 | My Roommate is a Detective (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bai Youning/Lu Yao/Qiao Chusheng Additional Tags: Post canon, unintentional fake relationship Summary:

Unbeknownst to everyone, Lu Yao, Bai Youning, and Qiao Chusheng are not dating.

#my roommate is a detective #民国奇探 #qiao chusheng #lu yao #bai youning

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welcometothejianghu · 7 months

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Get you an OT3 that can do it all

#my roommate is a detective #i made this #shitposting is soothing to me #op still does not know what a lesbian is #we will tolerate NO being shitty to bai youning over here

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ariparri · 1 year

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Coby McQuaid Introduction

Finally Veruca's one and only brother, the source of her stress and frustration, Coby McQuaid, gets an introduction here!

The Jacob of my version for Hogwarts Mystery. The Jacob that actually has some sense and isn't a damn idiot to fall for Peregrine's stupid plan 🙄

❌ NO REPOSTING ❌

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Coby McQuaid is a pure blood Irish wizard. He is the eldest son of Elroy and Wilhelmina and Veruca’s brother. Coby was born on the 26th of November 1962. While he cares for his sister, the two have a very competitive relationship. Their competitive natures also caused them to engage in childish disputes that continued on into adulthood. Coby may be the oldest, but he can definitely be the most immature between the two, something Veruca often points out, causing Coby to whine about it. They can never play any game together as their competitiveness gets out of hand and someone ends up tackling the other to the ground.

Coby McQuaid, is a confident, energetic, outgoing, brash, and informal young man, who revels in his freedom from order and responsibility. He is charismatic and well liked by those around him. He often does whatever he likes on whim with a macho and confident attitude.

He enters both duels and flying races with unabashed confidence, often thinking that every event is one big and crazy party. His most gifted trait is his ability to live life as it comes, never worrying what others think of him and treasuring his own personal values. While others may see him as a simple rebel, he does have some code of personal ethics and will stand for those who can't defend themselves. He feels that duels should be fought fairly and doesn't condone picking on the weak. He also admires bravery and often feels compelled to stick up for the underdogs.

Proud of his heritage and gung-ho for flying and dueling, he has a tendency to get lost in the thrill and forget his limits. Therefore, he often relied on the wisdom and responsibility of his friends, Olivia Green and Duncan Ashe, to keep him focused and on track. He is grateful for any helping hand and strives to repay his debts in kind. Carson's overall assessment of him implies that his unpredictability is not merely based on a whim, but out of consideration for his family. In Hogwarts, he joined the Dueling Club in favor of Quidditch, but often held flying races in the Pitch.

After seeing the way Diego interacts with Veruca, Coby has been extremely wary of the younger male. Although knowing his sister is no longer a child, it's his brotherly instincts that often kick in whenever Veruca either mentions or hangs out with Diego. To see if he was a good match for his sister, Coby dueled Diego and admitted he wasn't taking it easy on him. He eventually started respecting Diego for his skills and had warmed up to the younger male when he started showing he was serious about Veruca. While it took time for him to approve the relationship, it is still taking a long time getting used to his baby sister being in one.

After R had been fully taken care of, Coby moved back to Kinsale, Ireland. He lives a relaxing life in a cabin on a private beach. He doesn't marry or have any kids, but owns two Chesapeake Bay Retrievers named Rosie and Eugene. He also works as a bartender in one of the nearby bars and usually handles the drinks during family gatherings and parties. Coby also got a small tattoo of a butterfly on the left side of his neck a symbol of his great grandmother Avis.

Coby has a coffee addiction. He used to drink tea because of his Nana, but switched to coffee after he needed something to keep him up whenever he pulled all-nighters. He never went back to tea after that. When Veruca was still drinking out of a sippy cup, there was no more of her favorite juice so Coby filled her cup with some coffee. Ever since then, Veruca started craving for coffee and would throw her cup away if she was given juice. Elroy found out was upset his little girl was getting caffeine high at an extremely young age.

#ariparri #coby mcquaid #hphm #hphm jacob #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery jacob #harry potter hogwarts mystery

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saxifactumterritum · 5 months

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I forgot how much fun lu yao bai youning and qiao chusheng are. It's so funny.

#It is TV show my roommate is a detective. Who has what power at any given moment is so all over the place its so fun. They're all gremlins

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weilongfu · 2 years

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Thank you so much for answering my Chuyao prompt!!

If I may be cheeky enough to request a conclusion, coz that is cliffhanger-y as hell xD (or I could wait till the next time you open the prompt spam again 😊)

What was time when a person had their world so thoroughly shaken? Somewhere after The Kiss, Lu Yao found himself taken home by Qiao Chusheng's orders to an officer. Somehow, his body went through the motions of preparing for bed, of bantering with Bai Youning, of pulling back the covers and lying in repose.

But sleep did not come.

Though his body did not toss and turn, Lu Yao's mind did.

Where had the signals been? What did it mean? Was this a one time thing? Was he to be another conquest? Was it real? Would Qiao Chusheng actually want to...

With eyes unseeing, Lu Yao met dawn's first light as it began to cross his ceiling. A few moments later, Lu Yao felt a weight cause his bed to dip. He turned his head to find Qiao Chusheng sitting at his side, broad shoulders slumped, hair slightly askew, dressed only in his dress shirt and slacks.

"Lao Qiao?" Lu Yao whispered. "What are you-"

Qiao Chusheng turned to face Lu Yao slowly. "I have to apologize to you."

"What?"

"I was... rash and not thinking properly last night. You probably didn't appreciate me-"

"Where is this attempt at eloquence coming from?" Lu Yao forced himself to sit up. "Since when are you so polite to me?"

"Are you telling me I shouldn't apologize?"

"I'm telling you that if you're going to sit here and take responsibility, at least act like you mean it."

Qiao Chusheng sighed before leaning in, forcing Lu Yao to lay back down as he was caged in by Qiao Chusheng's arms. "You want me to mean it?"

"I want you to do mean the next thing you say or do. Regardless of what it is. Anything less is unbecoming of the Inspector."

"If you want me to mean it," Qiao Chusheng's eyes darkened. "Then I won't apologize."

Lu Yao met his heavy gaze. "I'm fine with that."

"I won't let another man kiss you."

"I'm fine with that too."

"I won't let women kiss you either."

"Then who will kiss me?"

Qiao Chusheng leaned in until they were a breath apart. "Me."

Lu Yao licked his lips. "Then do it."

Later that morning, Bai Youning walked by Lu Yao's bed to find the two curled up around each other, deep in sleep. She sighed and shook her head. "Finally." She then closed Lu Yao's bedroom door before wondering how she could sell the news as an article. "Shanghai's hottest bachelor, no more! The crime-solving power couple!" Bai Youning laughed to herself before leaving the house.

#chuyao #my roommate is a detective #mriad #prompt spam weekend #summer celebration prompt spam

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abookishdreamer · 5 months

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Character Intro: Ponos (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nickname- The Coal King by the people of Olympius

Abs of Steel by Dione

Age- 40 (immortal)

Location- Macedonia, Olympius

Personality- He has an unbreakable tiresome work ethic. He's also totally uncompromising, stubborn, & blunt. He's currently dating.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of hard labor & toil his other powers/abilities include being extremely proficient in melee weapons (like clubs), super enhanced strength, enhanced endurance, near-invulnerability, and anthracokinesis (coal manipulation/generation).

His immediate family includes his younger brother Porus (god of resourcefulness). There's also his sister-in-law Penia (goddess of poverty).

Ponos' main place of residence is his estate in the state of Macedonia. The mansion (which he built himself) is an overwhelming display of brick and stone. Inside the color scheme is mainly dark hues of burgundy, brown, gray, & orange. There's also seven fireplaces, brick & wood flooring, black onyx countertops, a guest cottage (rarely used), a stone pool pavilion, and a home gym. Everything is kept painstakingly clean and orderly. For his convience to stay close to his job, Ponos sometimes stays over at an apartment he's renting in the Forgia neighborhood of New Olympus.

He has an extremely disciplined work out regimen twice a day every day. He takes pride in his peak physical condition.

Ponos has an animal companion- a beast of a dragon named Shadowsteel. He's a hulking mass of black scales, horns, teeth, & claws as sharp as swords and wings almost too big for his body. It's said that Shadowsteel was hatched from the same clutch as Darksmoke.

Go-to drinks for him include roast coffee, water, and earl grey tea. As for alcohol, he doesn't mind a glass of scotch, whiskey, or red wine every once in a while.

Since Ponos flies to work, he'll sometimes stop for breakfast along the way- getting four whole wheat breakfast burritos (added with bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, red onions, red peppers, mushrooms, & spinach) along with a homemade oatmeal protein shake he brings from home.

He considers his cigar smoking to be a nasty habit.

Ponos as a deity is quite loved among the oreads as well as the mountainous satyrs and centaurs. There has even been a petition for a temple to be built in his honor in Macedonia.

Most of his acquired wealth comes from the many coal mines he owns throughout Olympius.

Ponos' main job is being the warden of Chlotonius Prison- the most notorious prison in all the realms. The maximum security is infamously known for housing male inmates of all creeds deemed the most dangerous. It's also generally said that the prison is a precursor to the eternal punishment one may face in Tartarus. He took the job over from the fearsome giant Geryon (whose rule brought into the open many controversies- including inmate abuse & corrupt officers). The prison is situated on a volcanic island mass near Tartarus Bay, the Lightning Harbor some 200 miles away. The inmates are confined for the most part of the day in single cells with facilities made of poured, reinforced magma to deter self-harm, and are under 24-hour supervision- carried out intensively with high staff-inmate ratios.

He oversees the prison with an iron fist, expecting nothing short of any weakness from the correctional officers and all the other employees. One employee Ponos has taken under his wing is a young CO, a cyclops named Ionas.

Even though Ponos is a supporter of prison reform, he doesn't expect to grant dangerous criminals certain privileges. At a council meeting, he struck down a potential bill brought up by the goddess Philotes- which would grant conjugal visits to married inmates.

His favorite dessert are the oatmeal chocolate chip cookies from Hollyhock's Bakery.

Though he finds it difficult to be vulnerable, Ponos truly cares for his younger brother, taking on the mantle as his protector. Often times his bleak pessimism would clash with his brother's idealistic optimism.

In the pantheon he's friends with Anytos (Titan god of anonymity & secrets), Draco (god of dragons), Lelantos (Lantos) (Titan god of air, the unseen, & hunting), Ktesios (god of the household), Menoetius (Titan god of rage, violence, & rash actions), Alastor (god of blood feuds & vengeance), Homadus (god of the battle-din), Axiótimos (god of honor), Polemos (god of the war cry & battle), Horkos (god of oaths), Psionikós (god of the mind), and Isorropía (Isorro) (god of duality, balance, & equilibrium).

His mentor was Hecaterus (Titan god of manual labor).

Ponos dislikes Epimetheus (Titan god of afterthought).

It's no surprise beacuse of his demanding schedule, there was little space in Ponos' life for romance. He has taken up use of an exclusive escort service at times. No one in the pantheon was more flabbergasted than him when he found himself powerless against the enchantment of Argía (goddess of holidays). Everything in Ponos' body was telling him to run the other way, but he found himself unable to pull away from her magnetism. A major avoidant of prolonged eye contact, he finds it hard to look away from her sparkling gold flecked blue-green eyes. Ponos likes the fact that she always smells different, how engrossing their conversations are, & how he's left in a breathless heap every time they kiss. They haven't slept together yet and Ponos is thinking about inviting her to Macedonia for a long weekend.

He loves getting the roast beef sandwich (on rye bread with extra mustard) from The Bread Box.

His favorite dish is moussaka served alongside grilled fish.

In his free time Ponos enjoys boxing, martial arts, rock climbing, reading, chess, basketball, checkers, jogging, playing pool, football (soccer), bowling, swimming, and baseball.

"Chop your own wood and it will warm you twice."

#my oc #my character #oc character #my oc character #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek mythology #modern greek gods #greek myth retellings #greek gods #greek mythology #greek pantheon

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henrysfedora · 2 years

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I did it, I wrote out Leo and Frank having a snowball fight

genuinely I appreciate constructive criticism because no I haven't got writing ANY of the mafia characters down so forgive me- and I'm assuming leo and frank would know each other by the '20s, i'm also assuming they would be in empire bay at this time, listen i dont know IM SORRY-

also this got kinda long, (for a post) my bad- I probably could've almost posted this on ao3 but I don't even have an account yet, oh well :) hopefully it's good enough that no one cares erijeoirjgsorgj;

Leo stood there, one arm crossed, the other holding his drink, a glass of red wine that in its reflection glimmered from the crystal chandelier in the centre of the room, he swirled it gently. The day was over hours ago and the hard falling snow didn’t help that, each day seemed shorter than the last, the sky getting greyer with each passing set of hours. Winter never seemed to pass through Empire Bay without leaving some sort of an impression. For a man who stuck by his side frequently, at least while at work, it was surprising for Frank to have already disappeared. One moment he was glued to Leo, the other he was nowhere to be seen, though by the gramophone getting louder in Leo’s ears he had a sneaking suspicion he knew where Frank went.

Makin’ Whoopee by Eddie Cantor, Dardanella by Ben Selvin, the night drew on and honestly the moment Frank left Leo was already quite bored and sick of the constant chatter. They were so loud he felt a small distant pressure building in his head. Sure, a pretty woman offered to dance, which he took just to be a gentleman. Sure, many familiar songs played, ones he remembers drinking many glasses of wine to with Frank, but what fun are they when he’s not here. After walking a little he sat down in a generously cushioned chair, furrowing his eyebrows and resting his head in the palm of his free hand momentarily. There was a building sensation in his head, the pounding structure of a headache putting itself together more and more every minute. He thought for a moment if it was the wine in his glass that wasn’t helping the situation but he thought otherwise, yes it got lower and lower but he didn’t fret, it was still his first one which he surprised himself with. He looked over his shoulder into the centre part of the hall, many ladies and gentlemen dancing, the Charleston at the minute, he couldn’t see Frank but he assumed he was down the dance floor further with his wife, he sighed and brought his glass to his lips again.

“Leo?”

He almost spat his wine out onto his shirt, “Shit- Frank what the hell are you doing? I thought you would be dancing.”

He took the chair opposite Leo, “No, I don’t feel like it just yet, too early for that.”

“Too early?” He took another sip of his wine, “What? you talking to the hotheads once more? Did Mrs. Vinci get bored of it? again? or have you begun slacking at dancing.."

Frank shook his head, “Nonsense..” and reached for a glass as a footman walked by, “She doesn’t get bored of it, just rather, knows a lot about it already, doesn’t need me to say anything more.”

Leo nodded slowly, “I’m sure she knows a lot about it.." about the business. Leo sighed, "When are you considering leaving anyway? My head’s killing me at this point and unlike you I cannot handle the lot of them kids rambling like a pack of dogs getting ready to race the track.”

Frank chuffed, “Not anytime soon, the night is still quite youn-”

“Young?! What time is it?”

“It’s only just past ten.” Frank looked at his watch then back to Leo and shrugged his shoulders, looking at Leo directly, “Surely you don’t feel that bad do you?”

Leo shook his head, “Just past ten? No- no. Just not used to the youthful anymore is all.” He let out a chuckle, casually taking the last sip of his wine. It felt like it was past midnight, at least for Leo.

“You still aren’t that old Leo, what’s gotten into you? Usually you love to be at gatherings like this!” Frank stood up, “Get yourself another glass of wine and enjoy it Leone before we get back to work tomorrow.” He began walking away but turned around at the last second and came back a few steps, “You go see a footman for anything to help you with your head, then come upstairs, I’m sure they’ll enjoy listening to you too..”

Leo groaned as he stood up, “Oh no I don’t think so.” he chuffed, “I’ll go get some painkillers however, but to be rather honest Frank I think I need a minute outside, tonight just isn’t my night it seems..” he adjusted his coat on his shoulders and looked around for a footman. “I might come up there soon but I’ll just see how my head feels later and base my decision off that, whether I go home or not..”

“Home? Are you thinking about leaving? You're not gonna leave your boss behind are you?..”

Leo shook his head smiling, “As if you don’t already leave me behind-" Leo bumped his arm playfully, "what number is it tonight? This must be the fiftieth time by now altogether I’ve managed to lose you when we’ve gone somewhere that wasn't for work.” he played it off cool as he placed his wine glass down onto the table, he heard Frank snicker. “That’s it, I’m getting something for my head, I’ll get one of the boys to tell you if I go home or not and to take extra care of you.”

Frank gave him a weak salute goodbye “Sure, just be ready for tomorrow..” a ghost of a smile on his lips as Leo watched him walk away. But Leo caught himself and began walking around the outskirts of the dancefloor, desperately looking for a footman.

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Looking around him, as quietly as he could he opened the back glass door of the dance hall, no one seemed to notice. A light crunch of the snow underneath his feet brought him back to what he wanted to do as he closed the door behind him. To just have a moment outside, in the peace and quiet and it was for the most part. It was harmony compared to what was going on inside, the music and voices were barely audible from out here. He faced the building, barely able to see everybody past the big loosely hung curtains. He walked backwards, this is where he’d expect him and Frank to be hanging out. It was a garden back here, now white as it was completely covered in snow. A fountain was built on a patch of gravel in the middle of the garden, trickling a little sing-song, the patch lined with small pine trees and a few wooden benches adorned with well looked after vines. Behind the pines, low, clean-cut hedges, all completely decorated with tiny frozen crystals. He turned around again and watched the hall, the lights emitting a warm orange colour on the snow around him in the shape of the windows, he sighed in relief as his head started pounding less, it was already much more bearable than it was before. The painkillers probably would’ve worked even faster if he hadn’t been caught in conversation with another lady wanting to dance. He breathed warm air into his hands, despite them being gloved, he swears this is one of the worst winters he’s ever experienced, it’s fucking cold. He sighed as he just heard Let’s Misbehave start playing in there, a classic he heard almost everywhere at that point.

Leo almost fell over as a hard ball of snow hit him, solid like a rock. He stumbled to his side and let out a groan, his temple now aching. He looked into the shadows of the garden, “What the fuck? Who was that-” he didn’t have enough time to react as another hit him square in the chest. He groaned and wiped his face and suit down of the excess snow. “This is some way to fuck with me-” his heart dropped, a way too familiar silhouette was walking out of the shadows, calmly making another snowball, “Frank!? What are you doing? Hey!-” he dodged another one and started running behind one of the pine trees closest to him. “What the fuck are you doing?! I thought you were busy talking-?” his body jumped as another snowball hit the tree he was hiding behind, barely shielding him.

What was this all about? Leo would be dead before Frank went to have fun, fun that wasn't talking his mouth off. Leo looked through the twigs of the tree at him, Leo shook his head and bent down, quickly making a snowball. He waited for Frank to throw another before he shuffled out from behind the tree and threw one square into Frank’s face. “Ha! You shouldn’t have messed with me Franco.” he hid again and made another snowball as he heard Frank snicker. He jumped out from behind the tree again, he brought his arm up halfway to throw another snowball but was ultimately hit back square in the face. “Fuck- why are you doing so well at this?” he dropped his snowball and wiped his face then put his hands up but Frank hit him in the collar of his shirt, “Stop that before you make my head worse than it was before.” He brushed his shirt of snow, “What’s gotten into you? Why are you attacking me? You offended because I wanted to leave? for a valid reason mind you.” he walked closer to Frank who threw his snowball away, back into the snow.

“I thought you could use a good cheering up.” he put his hands on his hips, “And consider this payment for beating me at betting on the hounds last night..”

Leo rolled his eyes, “I told you number four was a good call but you didn’t believe me.” He motioned for Frank to walk around the garden with him, mindlessly rubbing his nose that he was almost wondering if it would bruise, “Mr. Booker is new blood, but he trains his dogs excellently, as you saw.”

“Yes of course I saw, and no I didn’t believe you. Because last time I believed you, I, after betting on a dog you chose, somehow lost four hundred bucks that day, to no one other than you.”

Leo smirked, “I don’t remember saying anything about actually betting on the dog..” he walked at Frank’s side with his arms behind his back, they circled around the garden until they made their way back to the back glass door of the dance hall.

Frank walked over to it and motioned a hesitant Leo to come inside, “Come on, it’s around now they start playing the music you tolerate and the stuff the kids can’t handle.”

Roses From The South by Johann Strauss, Leo could hear it clearly the second Frank opened the door. He walked forward and entered slowly, looking back to make sure Frank could hear him, "I'll have one more dance, then I'll think about talking to those hotheads you can tolerate yet I can't, but maybe I'll deal with it just this once.."

#im scared :)#but its a good thing because if this is seen I wanna know what people think about my writing eoigjotigjoigjeoitgj #👉👈#god shit fuck i hope its somewhat okay #also no the pirate au wasn't my first fic it was fucking leo and frank #GOD IS THIS OKAY MAYBE IDK ORNFEORJOIRSJRG #leo galante #frank vinci

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deadassdiaspore · 1 year

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Matthew J. Smith, Ph.D. Smith se Konferansye Senior nan Depatman Istwa ak Akeyoloji nan University of the West Indies nan Mona, Jamayik. Li se otè Red and Black in Haiti: Radicalism, Conflict, and Political Change, 1934-1957 (2009). " Nan plizyè fason, Ayiti te antre nan epòk politik modèn li a ak Revolisyon 1946 la. Konfli koulè ak klas nan peyi a te vin pi apwofondi anba lidèchip Elie Lescot, ki te pran plas Prezidan Sténio Vincent an 1941. Lescot te dirije ak yon men fèm e tankou Vincent te konte anpil. Garde d'Haïti (ansyen jandamri a) pou l te kenbe dominasyon l, men li pa t kapab kenbe enpilsyon radikal yo te deklannche nan viktwa fòs alye yo an 1945. Jèn maksis ann Ayiti te enspirasyon anpil nan Revolisyon Ris la, Gè Sivil Panyòl, maksis fransè yo, André Breton ak mouvman sirealis la ak jenerasyon kominis ayisyen anvan yo, sitou powèt maksis la selebre Jacques Roumain, ki gen renome ak lejand te grandi apre lanmò toudenkou li an 1944.

Defi revolisyonè nan pwennvi yo, etidyan maksis sa yo, ki gen ladann ekriven don Jacques Stephen Alexis, René Depestre, ak Gérald Bloncourt, te non sèlman ajite pa elit abi pouvwa politik, men tou, entèferans nan peyi Etazini nan politik ak ekonomi Ayiti. pandan GMII. Nan edisyon Nouvèl Ane 1946 nan ògàn yo La Ruche, yo te mande pou yon reoryantasyon dramatik nan politik ayisyen an ak yon fen nan diktati an Ayiti. Fèmti fòse Lescot nan laprès te pouse yon pwotestasyon etidyan an mas ki te dirije pa manm kolektif La Ruche. Nan kèk jou, manifestasyon etidyan an te vin tounen yon gwo grèv nan tout peyi a. Yon Lescot dekouraje te oblije demisyone.

Apre "Revolisyon 1946" Ayiti te fè eksperyans yon peryòd gwo aktivite radikal. Pou la pwemye fwa nan listwa peyi a, te gen yon rafal jounal radikal ak plizyè douzèn pati politik ki te fòme, ki gen ladan plizyè enpòtan pati gòch. Pami yo te gen yon Parti Communiste Haïtien (PCH) ak Parti Socialiste Populaire (PSP) ki te reviv. PSP a te dirije pa ansyen alye Roumain e li te gen pi fò koneksyon ak gwoup maksis nan Kiba, Repiblik Dominikèn, ak Etazini.

Men, se gwoup noiriste yo ki te gen pi gwo enfliyans an 1946. Radikalis noiriste te dwe anpil nan ekspansyon konsyans nwa nan ane karant yo ak devlopman an reta nan yon mouvman travayè an 1946. Figi dirijan nan mouvman travayè a ak nan mouvman travayè a. epòk pre-Duvalier te san dout Daniel Fignolé. Fignolé se te yon jèn pwofesè matematik ak ekriven ki te soti nan yon orijin riral pòv, li te yon oratè ki te gen yon don ekstraòdinè ak yon apeti fenomenn nan mitan majorite vil yo nan Pòtoprens. Aparisyon Fignolé sou sèn politik la an 1946 te atribiye a abilite inik li pou pwofite enkyetid majorite ayisyen yo nan diskou dramatik ki te bay an kreyòl.

Ekriven Noiriste yo te konsidere Fignolé kòm yon egzanp sou espwa yo ak gwo swiv li te wè l kòm yon sovè anba dominasyon politik boujwazi a. Pati Fignolé a, Mouvement Ouvrier et Paysan (MOP) te fòme an 1946 e li te vin pi gwo òganizasyon travayè nan listwa Ayiti. Malgre mayetis Fignolé a, ak ajanda radikal maksis yo, Etazini ak Garde d'Haïti, te rete pi gwo pouvwa an 1946. Sou direksyon Garde yo te òganize eleksyon 16 out e sa te lakòz viktwa. Dumarsais Estimé, yon depite nan Verettes ak senpati noiriste. Administrasyon katran Estimé a te pwouve se youn nan pi pwogresis nan ventyèm syèk la." " Gérald Bloncourt, Jacques Stephen Alexis, ak René Depestre, ak zanmi. Nan Unité, vol. 2, no 9" Sous : http://islandluminous.fiu.edu/part09-slide14.html http://www.dloc.com/UF00072338/00011

#Ayiti #Haitian Revolution 1946 #Jacques Stephen Alexis #René Depestre #Gérald Bloncourt #Caribbean archives

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killerandhealerqueen · 8 months

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Oh Stand By Me...I enjoyed that cute little republican era drama. I really liked Feng Guanyu and Huang Weijie, they reminded me a lot of like...a younger Zhan Junbai and Yu Tangchun, if Yu Tangchun was more of a gremlin. I really thought these two were going to give me Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi, so I’m pleasantly surprised that they gave me Junchun instead. And I’m not complaining.

And Miss Li Taotao, I mustn’t forget our leading lady. She’s a reporter and I was like “Oh, here we go” because I hate reporters in cdramas so I’m like...are we gonna be a Bai Youning or are we gonna be a Chu Ran and bitch, she was a Chu Ran and I loved her. She put up with so much shit with Weijie and Guanyu, the poor thing. But she was so bad ass, and her fighting in the wedding in her wedding dress?! Ma’am. I loved her. Another win for a good female character in my book.

I thought the premise of the drama was interesting, the whump was *chef’s kiss*, bruh, the whole fucking romantic ass scene where Weijie and Guanyu ran from Songshan and then found each other again at the dilapidated house where they first went to hide? The whole *heart eyes* and relieved/happy smile of seeing each other again?! Come on, just fuck me up why don’t you.

Towards the end, with the whole pretending to die thing for Songshan with the poison...I need people to stop pulling a Killer and Healer because my heart can’t take it. Like, I was about ready to rip the director’s throat out with my teeth until we got the flashback. God, thank god for the flashback or I would have lost my mind.

Also, the wedding. Oh my god, the wedding. Look, the shootout was ridiculous, but I don’t even fucking care because I loved seeing Guanyu and Weijie fight together and the whole *grabbing you by the wrist and holding you so you can slide and spin on the floor while shooting at someone* thing? Immaculate. And then when Songshan shoots Guanyu and thinks he can just escape?! Not on Weijie’s watch! (Though JAIL for Feng Guanyu for pulling what Weijie pulled on him, I thought we were getting another ep. 37 and I was about to riot)

And the ending...my Grim Reapers of Shanghai...

I really liked this drama. I really, really did

#sass watches cdramas #stand by me #cdramas

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